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I
"Flight number 358 for Sacramento now boarding," came the announcement over the loudspeaker system at Los Angeles International Airport. Kevin Lathrop and his sister, Sheryl, stood and walked with their mother and stepfather toward the mobile tunnel leading to the interior of the Boeing 737 jet. It was their first flight; both of them were excited. Everywhere people scurried about, bound for every point of the compass.
"Remember to mind your father and stepmother, dears," their mother said. She was an attractive woman, in her mid-thirties, but inclined to be overprotective and matronly for her years. She kissed both of her children. "Writeoften."
Their balding and formidable stepfather, Gerald Lester, a bank manager, shook hands dutifully with Kevin, then took Sheryl in his arms and kissed her lingeringly-too lingeringly, Kevin thought. Kevin just stood there, feeling a familiar but uncomfortable jealousy and desire, as the distinguished-looking man pressed his body firmly against his fourteen-year-old sister. He had detected his stepfather's unusual interest in Sheryl ever since her breasts had blossomed and her body had begun ripening-developing the lush hills and valleys of womanhood. At fifteen, Kevin understood perfectly, because he often longed for Sheryl himself!
Finally, Gerald Lester released Sheryl. "You be good kids now," he said. "Don't lose your luggage checks."
"We won't," they chorused and entered the tunnel to the airplane before their mother burst into tears.
Minutes later, the jet taxied to the take-off point of the runway and they were airborne.
"Gosh," Sheryl gasped, her big blue eyes open wide, "it feels like your back is going right through the seat when the plane rushes down the runway, doesn't it?"
"It sure does," Kevin said, leaning across her to gaze out the window. They both stared in fascination at objects below growing smaller as the jet climbed. Soon, they both unfastened their seat belts, and grinned at each other. "Free!" Sheryl said. "Free at last! Isn't it going to be wonderful spending a whole summer vacation with daddy and Kathy in Grant Oaks? Tell me about it," she pleaded. "Tell me about Grant Oaks again."
Kevin sighed. Last summer he had spent a month with their father and stepmother in Grant Oaks. Sheryl hadn't been able to go because she had come down with the mumps, so he'd gone by himself on the bus. Missing the trip had been a keen disappointment for Sheryl, and she had insisted again and again that he describe the sleepy rural town just outside Sacramento, California, where their dentist father lived. Kevin had described the large, white frame house on the hill, the huge front yard with the weeping willow trees, the few stores in the center of town, three miles away, and the American river and the olive groves and the town movie theater. For perhaps a hundred times he had told her all about Grant Oaks and the things he had done and seen there and still she kept wanting to hear about it again.
"I'll tell you one thing," he said. "It's good that you're getting away from Gerald. When he was kissing you good-bye there in the airport, I thought he was going to rape you any minute."
"Oh, don't be silly," she said, tugging at her bra strap. "He just likes me. That's all."
"He's a bank manager who talks to people about deposits," Kevin said. "Well, he wants to make a deposit all right. He wants to deposit his prick right in your pussy!"
Sheryl shushed him, glancing about ner- vously to see if any of the passengers had overheard. In a whisper, she said, "Look, I told you before. He's never laid a hand on me. Honest. You know I wouldn't lie to you. We promised. Remember?"
Reluctantly, Kevin nodded. What Sheryl said was true. Ever since he could remember they had told each other everything. She wouldn't lie to him because they had formed a pact, an unbreakable agreement to tell each other everything-all the intimate details of their experiences with the opposite sex, all their secret thoughts and desires and innermost cravings. It had been a pact born of necessity. As children of a broken home, the products of divorce, they had been confused about mommies and daddies parting, about allegiances to parents' friends coming and going from their once happy two-parented house. So they had turned to each other, vowing always to remain close, telling all, never to lie. Yes, theirs had been a necessary intimacy and Kevin knew she would not lie to him about Gerald's obvious attraction to her. Probably she wasn't even aware of it, although he himself had told her that she was the sexiest girl he had ever known.
The pact had been valuable to both of them. Kevin knew about all the times boys had played with her titties and tried to get inside her pants. He knew their techniques and how girls reacted to them. Sheryl's confidences were even better than having a microphone in a ladies room! Much of the mystery of girls-people with pussies-had been satisfied because of their pact. He knew about menstruation and where girls pee from and about their clitorises. He was amazed that many of his male school chums knew practically nothing about girls' bodies or how they felt about sex. Sometimes he laughed out loud when boyfriends displayed their ignorance about where babies came from, pregnancy, everything! Once, he even heard a boy tell a group that a girl's pussy and her ass were one continuous slit! In a way, Sheryl had become Kevin's own special secret weapon because he knew how girls really felt, not just how they pretended to feel.
The pact had been good for Sheryl, too, because sometimes they had played with each other when nobody was around. She knew exactly how a boy's balls felt, for instance, because she had held his in her hands. He remembered the night, cuddled up together in his bed, that Sheryl had tried to switch his right testicle with his left one and discovered that they weren't just two loose things jiggling around in a sack-that there was a permanent place for each one-a right one and a left one.
He remembered another night, too, when he had shown her how boys jack off and told her about how they imagine fucking a girl at the same time, doing all kinds of things to her. He had been too young to come then, ten, but it still felt good. It was a regular orgasm, except no love juice came out the end, he had explained. Then, the first time he jacked off a drop of sticky, white fluid came out as the shuddering waves of pleasure ran tingling through his body from head to toe; he announced the fact triumphantly to her that night. She had asked him to show her his sperm the next afternoon and he had proudly repeated the performance, squeezing out the single white drop for her inspection.
"Babies!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed. "You can make babies now!" rolling the fluid between her fingers.
After that, his demonstrations had interested her even more, and only last week she had asked him to jack off for her. Lying on his back, his sperm had gushed up his stiff cock and spurted a full foot into the air. "Wheeee!" she had cried. "It-it looks just like a whale spouting! Gosh, it must feel like-like a firehouse inside a girl's tummy," and then she had tasted a drop of the sperm, smacking her lips and looking at the ceiling the way their mother did when cooking gravy or sauces.
"Well," Sheryl said now, are you going to tell me about Grant Oaks again or not? Tell me about the boys there, too."
Kevin let his eyes roam over his lovely sister; he feasted on her shapely, dimpled knees showing below her miniskirt, the swell of her hips and her twin firm mounds jutting against her blouse. Her reference to the "boys" of Grant
Oaks annoyed him. Why did she always insist on being interested in other boys? They had each other, didn't they? And living in the same house they had every opportunity to explore the wonders of each other's bodies in complete safety. He caught himself wondering if someday . . . someday they might even . . . yes, fuck. He would love to fuck his sister, he admitted to himself, but he could not force himself to tell her so. In a way, he guessed, he was breaking the pact. But then, he had broken it before. The last time he had visited their father in Grant Oaks he'd made a few contacts with their stepmother, Kathy, he had not told her about. Somehow, he just hadn't been able to tell her that he had wanted to fuck their father's wife. What was wrong with him? He seemed to want to fuck everybody! Any woman with a beautiful, beautiful cunt he wanted to fuck. Was that normal?
Even now, looking out the window at the white puffs of clouds in the distance, he could imagine them as breasts or parted legs, or men and women fucking. He leaned over and whispered in his sister's ear. "You know what?" he said. "I feel like jacking off right now."
Sheryl giggled. "You're crazy, Kevin," she said, shaking her head. "Go ahead then. Why don't you go in the bathroom and do it? See if you can shoot your sperm two feet this time!"
She was teasing him, and he resented it. "Nah," he said, "I was only kidding." There he was again-breaking the pact.
"Okay then," she persisted. "Tell me about Grant Oaks!"
Kevin stared at her, gathering his thoughts, trying to decide what to tell her and what not to tell her. One thing was certain; he didn't want to tell her about his desire for Kathy. Was he afraid she'd be jealous if she knew what had happened between him and their father's wife? He remembered the poison oak incident of last summer. He and Mark and Jeff had gone skinny-dipping in the American river. Mark and Jeff were local boys and knew intimately all the recreational "fun places" that Grant Oaks had to offer: the gravel quarry where the three of them whizzed down the mountain of pebbles on sheets of metal as though sledding in snow until the watchman, not really angry, ran them off; the rope tied to the enormous oak that extended out over the water like their own special toy. Bare-ass naked, they had swung like Tar-zans out over the current ... laughing, yelling, screaming like madmen under the clear northern California sky. But Kevin had known nothing about the green, faintly red leaves-poison oak-that dotted the banks of the American river and the next day crimson, itching blotches covered his body from head to toe. Even his penis swelled to three times its normal size and resembled a freakish, lumpy knackwurst. The itching sensation nearly drove him crazy and for three days and nights he remained in bed, rising only to refill the ice bag which he applied to his crotch. Only the cold ice bag, directly against his genitals, had eased the maddening, never-ending itch. Even so, he had sometimes clawed at his groin and rolled his prick hard in his hands for relief. For some reason, the worst of the rash was on his cock!
On the second day of his convalescence his stepmother, Kathy, entered his room holding a tube of ointment.
"I think this ointment will soothe the itching, Kevin," she had said. His father was working at his dental office, leaving the two of them alone in the house. Kevin remembered the incident vividly now: beautiful, ex-model Kathy sitting beside him on the bed, quickly dabbing the cooling medicine over the rashes that covered his arms, legs, chest before applying it to his pecker; then taking a long time to thoroughly rub the salve into every pore of his cock and balls, pulling the foreskin back gently and sliding her long delicate hand up and down, up and down, her eyes darting back and forth from his face to his already swollen wanger that grew stiffer with each loving stroke. Kevin had never seen such a fascinated look on a woman's face. Involuntarily, his hips had begun thrusting into her greased hand and she had increased the tempo, fondling his balls with her other hand until he knew he would come if she didn't stop .. . knew he would come . . . knew he would come ... if she didn't stop he would come. Embarrassment. Not wanting to come. But she wouldn't stop. Oh, that look on her face as she jacked him off! His father's wife jacking him off!
Coming then . .. coming . . . his sperm gushing up and out, spewing high, dribbling over the swollen member as he tried hard to disguise his intense pleasure, the sensation even more intense because of the itchy rash. He had turned his head away, shuddering, and then Kathy had continued rubbing both come and ointment into his cock for a moment longer, as though she hadn't noticed the spewing forth of his sperm.
"There," she had said, breathing hard and her eyes wide. "That should make you feel better, dear. You've been a very brave boy through all of this. I-I bought this ointment at the drug store, but-but you know how your father feels about being a brave boy. You-you needn't mention the medicine to him, right?"
"Sure, Kathy," he had promised, understanding. They both knew exactly what had happened and, in a way, they too had formed a pact. She had left then-left Kevin in a state of wonder and delight to marvel that a beautiful and mature woman had actually enjoyed jacking him off.
There had been another time, too-the time Kathy and his father had argued: his father had stormed out of the house to drink at one of the town's bars. Kathy and his father seemed to argue a lot-usually when his father had been drinking-and always his father left the house to go and drink some more in town. One night, following their argument, Kathy had entered his room and led him by the hand to the master bedroom. There, with the light on, they sat with their backs against the headboard while Kathy trimmed her toenails. She had been wearing a sheer nightgown and he could see every detail of her ripe, full body-her big tits with the dark nipples and the patch of hair at her crotch. She had been crying; he could tell she was lonely and wanted to "talk." As she'd sat there, trimming her toenails with her knees up, he'd been able to look between her parted legs at her cunt. It was a beautiful cunt! The pink, rippling line of her pussy lips between the soft bulging and furry sides had been so inviting he'd wanted to reach out and touch it, bury his face in it and taste it! He'd been afraid though, because of his stiffening hard-on and because she might tell his father if he tried anything.
Finally, she'd turned out the light, and taken him in her arms-briefly before lying on her back with his face against her breast. He had nuzzled there against the soft mound covered with silk while she'd gently explained that his father worked very hard and sometimes got temperamental-that he shouldn't ever get upset because she and his father argued so much. She'd begun stroking his head encouragingly, and then the strap of her gown was down low on her arm and Kevin's cheek lay against her bare breast. Testing, he had pressed harder, moving his cheek so that his lips came closer and closer to her nipple, and the pressure of her hand against his head increased! Finally, he reached up and cupped the firm cushion of her titty in his palm, then, ever so carefully, massaged and let his lips settle over the erect nipple. He had lain there then, cuddled up beside her with his full erection against her and nursed; sucked on the nipple for a long time. She'd been excited, he knew, for her chest heaved as her breath came faster.
Then, as though some great inner struggle were going on inside her, she had suddenly stopped him, kissed him good night on the forehead and turned over on her side, facing the wall. But she was restless, tossing and turning in the bed for a long time before flopping over on her back. His heart hammering inside his chest, Kevin had finally elected to try a devious tactic. Feigning sleep, he'd moaned and, turning, let his hand drop limply between her legs. For a full minute, they'd lain that way, Kevin waiting to see how she would respond, waiting, waiting-wondering if she would really let him stroke her pussy the way she'd stroked his cock when he'd had poison oak, wondering if maybe she'd let him fuck her beautiful cunt. But then, very gently, she had taken his hand by the wrist and removed it, placing it back on the sheet beside her.
Despite his disappointment and the painful throbbing of his bulging, dripping hard-on, Kevin knew then that she had wanted him just as badly as he had wanted her! But like him, she had been afraid-afraid that he might tell her husband, his father! Slowly then, rocking the bed as little as possible, he had jacked off, seeking the relief his aching balls begged for. Moving his foreskin back and forth over his tingling member had been hell, living hell, as he held back, not wanting to be obvious, but then as his climax approached he didn't care ... didn't care . . . and he began pounding his stout shaft harder, rocking the bed, wanting Kathy to know he was jacking off because of her, making an "offering" of his sperm right there on the sheet to her and groaning audibly so that she would know what pain she had inflicted on him and would be sorry.
She'd been sorry all right, he knew, because she'd been restless for a long time after his groaning orgasm, and then, just before he fell asleep, there had been an ever-so-subtle rhythmic jiggling from her side of the bed!
Well, this time would be different, Kevin thought now, staring at the stewardesses bringing beverages down the aisle. This summer he wanted more than jacking off. This summer he hoped to give his father's wife the fucking he knew they both wanted. But could he tell this to his sister, Sheryl? He decided that he could not, even if it did mean breaking their pact. He had to fuck somebody-anybody-and Kathy seemed his most likely prospect. He had to know what it felt like to stick his prick in that beautiful hot place between a female's legs, but he couldn't bring himself to tell his sister about Kathy.
The stewardesses arrived then, pushing the beverage cart. He ordered a Coke and Sheryl asked for a Pepsi. They sipped their drinks for a moment, then Kevin said, "Yes, Grant Oaks is really a fun place. Tomorrow we'll get up early and ride Kathy's bicycle into town. I'll show you the stores and the river, everything. It's really kind of silly to tell you about it again. After all, we'll be there in just a little while."
Sheryl made a face, exasperation apparent on her lovely features. "You mean, that's what I've been waiting for you to say? What on earth have you been thinking about all this time?"
"Oh, nothing," Kevin said, grinning and reaching out to slyly tweak her breast.
"Kevin!" she hissed, again looking about nervously. "Are you crazy doing that here in front of everybody? Stop that! Don't you do that again! A girl's boobies aren't toys, you know."
"Aren't they?" he whispered teasingly.
His sister scowled and turned away abruptly, her long, straight strands of coal-black hair whipping the air violently as she stared out the window. Kevin stared out the window, too, his imagination making sex pictures out of the white cloud puffs again until the FASTEN SEAT BELTS sign came on and they were ready to land. Minutes later, the tires made a squeaking contact with the Sacramento runway and the plane taxied toward the airport.
II
"Over here!" the deep voice called. "Kevin, Sheryl-over here!" Doctor Harvey Lathrop waved his hands above his head.
Kevin recognized his father's voice and he eagerly scanned the waiting crowd for its source. He and Sheryl had just entered the waiting area among a herd of people. Finally, Kevin spotted his father and Kathy standing about ten yards to their left, slightly obscured by a family of fat people in front of them. Kevin nudged Sheryl and pointed. She broke into a full run and threw herself into her father's arms. "Daddy, dad-deeee!" she was saying, drawing the word out as Kevin arrived an instant later.
"Oh, my little precious," Harvey said, holding Sheryl tightly and rocking her in his arms. "It's so good to see you!" Then, holding her at arm's length, he corrected himself. "Little? My" God, how you've grown. My little girl has- has become a woman! Kathy, this is Sheryl," he said, beaming proudly.
"I've heard so much about you, dear," Kathy said as they hugged, "from Kevin and your father. It's wonderful having you here."
Harvey Lathrop shook hands with his son and hugged him affectionately before releasing him to embrace Kathy. Kevin felt a surge of disappointment at Kathy's somewhat cool reception, but remembered that she rarely displayed much feeling for him in the presence of her husband. She was just as beautiful as he remembered though, her body trim and curving in all the right places and her soft blonde hair fragrant with a hint of hair spray or cologne, he couldn't tell which, and the trace of mischief in her deep brown eyes.
"Well, I see you both still both have those penetrating Lathrop blue eyes," their father said, smiling as he glanced back and forth from his daughter to his son, "but your hair has gotten darker, Kevin. You need some of that Grant Oaks summer sun!"
"Yes, sir," Kevin agreed, grinning.
When they had retrieved their luggage, the four of them walked chatting excitedly to the parking lot and got into Harvey Lathrop's new Thunderbird. Minutes later, they were driving the freeway toward Grant Oaks. Harvey Lathrop was so excited he couldn't stop talking. He spoke of the changes that had taken place since Kevin's visit of last summer: the extension of the freeway, the building of a new supermarket on the outskirts of town. Kevin was disappointed about the freeway. He would rather take the winding, hilly road-the old one he remembered-to Grant Oaks. But his father agreed to take a cut-off which would take them through the heart of the small towm.
From the back seat, where Kevin and Sheryl sat, Kevin was struck by the fact that his father had changed so little. He was proud of his father-his bearing, his carriage, his popularity wherever he went. Everyone in Grant Oaks knew and respected him. He stood tall and straight and had a sensational sense of humor. Quite possibly, the people whose teeth he pulled, filled, cleaned, left his office laughing. Even now, sitting straight and confident behind the wheel, Doctor Harvey Lathrop, his father, had them all laughing as he spoke about the "provincialism" of Grant Oaks. Actually, he was in semiretirement and, at forty-two, enjoying life immensely and glad that "growth" had apparently passed the small town by. Every few minutes, Sheryl would squeal, lean over the seat and plant a big kiss on his ruddy cheek.
Some twenty minutes later, Harvey Lathrop swung off the freeway and cruised the main street of Grant Oaks. "There's my office, Sheryl," he said, pointing. "Feel free to drop in at anytime of the day. No appointment neces-. sary."
Kevin nudged Sheryl and pointed at the overgrown town square. "That building on top of the hill is the movie theater," he said, "and behind it is the river road. The river's only about half a mile from here." He felt a tingle of excitement in his groin as he remembered the river and the good times he'd had there. "They haven't changed the river, have they?" he asked.
"Nope," Harvey said. "It might even be a little deeper this year. Oh, incidentally, Kevin, I saw Mark and Jeff in town yesterday and told them you'd be here today. They're looking forward to seeing you. Fine boys, both of them. You'll have to take Sheryl and introduce her around tomorrow. I imagine Mark's sister, Connie, and Sheryl will have a lot in common, too. We bought another bicycle, so the two of you shouldn't have any trouble getting around."
Again Sheryl squealed and planted a kiss on her father's cheek in appreciation.
A few minutes later, they were passing the olive groves and old-style houses, driving the winding rural road Kevin remembered so well. Turning left into an even more secluded area, they finally entered the steep gravel driveway of the Lathrop residence.
When the car stopped beside the huge weeping willow tree, Sheryl gazed at the flowers, the huge hedge surrounding the enormous green front lawn. "Oh," she gasped, "it's just the way you described it Kevin. Beautiful. Isn't it funny? I visualized it just this way. The house and everything."
Their father and Kathy took them on a tour of the house then and Sheryl was in a state of rapture ! Although rustic-looking from the exterior, the interior was modern and elegantly furnished. Sheryl loved the room that she and Kevin would share, too. It was a converted porch, with a sloping roof, but it was carpeted wall-to-wall, with modern fixtures. Twin beds with spreads that matched padded headboards were at one end of the room, four feet apart, and there was a huge mirror and dressers against the opposite wall near their private bathroom. Best of all, an enormous window ran the entire length of one side of the room affording a splendid view of the countryside: trees, patches of green surrounded by white fences, cattle grazing, distant neighbors' horses....
"Oh, daddy!" Sheryl cried out, hurling herself into her father's arms. "It's so wonderful. I wish we could stay here forever-maybe even go to school here next year."
"We'll see," he replied, smiling. "We just might be able to arrange that!"
Kevin and Sheryl spent the evening in the living room with their father while Kathy prepared dinner in the kitchen. He seemed insatiable for answers about school, their hobbies, their interests-all the facets of their lives of which he was no longer a part. At first, he seemed intensely interested, his eyes bright and his manner jovial as he listened. As he began drinking, however, making trip after trip to the kitchen to fix himself more drinks, his behavior changed and his speech became slurred.
It was then, once again, Kevin observed that part of his father's personality that he had conveniently managed to forget. Looking at him now, it seemed incredible that this was the same man who had met them at the airport. He grew sullen, his jaw slack and his eyes dull. Once, he even spilled his drink, the bourbon forming a puddle on the carpet, the ice cubes rolling like giant dice across the room.
"Daddy?" Sheryl asked, disappointment and shock visible on her face. "Are-are you all right? You must be tired, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "That's right, sweetheart, your old dad's just a little tired. Yeah." Then, standing, he screamed toward the kitchen. "Kathy! Kathy! Bring a goddam sponge in here. Clean this mess up now!"
Kathy entered carrying a sponge and obediently dabbed at the rug until the stain was gone. Just before she had finished, Harvey gave her a whack on the ass and winked lasciviously. Kathy turned, her eyes flashing, and started to speak. She controlled herself though and quickly returned to the kitchen.
"Where the hell's our dinner?" he called after her. "My son and daughter come all the way from Los Angeles and they can't even get a goddam meal in their father's house. Come on, will ya?"
"Just a few more minutes," Kathy called evenly.
Sheryl rose, crossed the room and sat on the arm of her father's chair. "It's all right, daddy," she said, running her fingers through his hair consolingly. "We can wait. We're not that hungry."
His arm encircled her waist and he pulled Sheryl into his lap clumsily. "My little, girl," he slurred, grinning stupidly. "My little girl who's all grown up now. Yessiree. All grown up." He planted a long kiss on her neck and his hand dropped to her leg and moved slowly back and forth.
Sheryl's gaze went to her brother as if searching for an answer to her predicament. Kevin merely shrugged and stood up. "I think I'll go see if I can help Kathy," he said.
Their father was staring directly, without the faintest attempt at subtlety, at Sheryl's breasts as his hand inched higher up her leg. "Yessiree, all grown up," he repeated, mumbling, as Kevin entered the kitchen.
"Daddy," Sheryl said, taking his wrist before his hand reached her crotch. His hand was just inches from the elastic band of her panties and she was filled with mixed emotions. "Daddy, maybe you ought to have a cup of coffee."
"Sure. Soon as dinner is served-if it's ever served-I'll have a little ol' cup of coffee for my little sweetheart. Kathy!" he screamed again, his head thrown back. "Where is the fucking dinner!" He caught himself then, re-focused his eyes and held his hand at his mouth. "Oops," he said, nodding. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't usually use that kinda lang-gage aroun' the house. Sorry, sugar. I-I'm just cele-orating my kids arribal, you know?"
"Can I help, Kathy?" Kevin asked.
"No, dear, I think I've got everything under control," she said, briskly mashing potatoes. "I'm afraid your father has had a bit too much to drink. You must forgive him. He's been truly excited about your and Sheryl's arrival."
Kevin boldly put his arm around Kathy's waist. "Yes, I know," he said. "If I remember, he got excited all the time when I was here last summer," He kissed her on the cheek and she smiled. "I-I hope it's been all right for you," he said.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Of course, sometimes he's better than others. I just worry sometimes about his practice. He has a nine o'clock patient in the morning."
Kevin stared her squarely in the eye and he was certain he detected some of the same warmth he'd detected a year ago, but the unmistakable physical attraction flowing between them was lost in the business of preparing dinner and the continued yelling from the living room.
Kathy had prepared a roast, two vegetables and a huge salad. There were flowers on the table, too, and she asked Kevin to light the can- dies as everybody sat down. Yet dinner was a nightmare. Kathy was so distressed she could barely eat and Kevin and Sheryl carried on small talk to divert Kathy's attention from her husband, their father, who looked as though his face would fall into his plate any minute.
Afterward, he refused coffee and slobberingly kissed both Kevin and Sheryl goodnight before stumbling off to bed. Quietly, Kevin and Sheryl and Kathy cleared the table, placing the dishes in the automatic dishwasher. They watched television until 10:30; then Kathy said goodnight and went to bed.
When they were alone, Sheryl said, "You didn't tell me Daddy got so-so drunk."
"He doesn't always," Kevin said. "I told you he drank and that they argued a lot, though."
She shook her head, stood up and stretched. "I'm going to bed now, Kev," she said. "I-I don't know what to think. Are you coming?"
"In a minute," Kevin said, "and don't worry about Dad. We'll have plenty of fun this summer. You'll see."
Kevin watched TV for a few minutes, until the western movie was over; then he went into the bedroom, undressed, and climbed into bed wearing only his shorts. He lay there a long time before he felt Sheryl lift the covers and crawl into bed beside him. "Are you awake, Kevin?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm so glad. I am all confused about
Daddy. I don't know what to think. I like it here, but it's a strange room and a strange bed. You understand?"
"I understand," Kevin said.
"I like Kathy a lot," she said. "I think she's pretty patient with daddy. You like her, too. I saw the way you looked at her." Sheryl snuggled up close now and Kevin could feel the warmth of her body through her cotton nightie against him. "Remember the pact," she whispered. "Are you sure you've told me everything? Even about Kathy?"
"Yes," he lied. "Everything."
"Okay then, I have a confession to make," she said. "There's something I didn't tell you about Donald."
Donald was Sheryl's steady boyfriend in Los Angeles. Kevin had never liked him. Pimply-faced and three years older than Sheryl. Donald probably just wanted to fuck his sister. "What didn't you tell about him?" Kevin asked.
"Well, we'd been going around together for a long time, right? In all that time I just let him play around with me a little bit. So I felt I owed him something before I left for the whole summer, right?"
"What did you do?" Kevin asked, feeling jealousy rise inside him.
"Almost everything," she whispered. "And he taught me about French love."
"French love?"
"Yes-you do it to each other with your tongues. And God, does it ever feel good!"
Kevin had heard about people doing that to each other, but somehow he didn't really believe they did it with their mouths-at least not very often. He had often felt the urge himself though-with Kathy, with Sheryl herself and with other girls. He found the idea exciting and he suddenly wanted to hear all about it. "How -how did you do it?" he asked.
"We were just kissing the other night," Sheryl said, "and playing with each other. He was kissing and sucking my breasts and I was jacking his prick. He really has a big prick- even a little longer than yours-and it was hard as a rock. So he asked me to kiss it with my lips wet and then with my tongue, so I did. Then he asked me to suck on it, but I thought I better not. I mean, I didn't want him to get so excited he'd rape me or something. But he was pretty hot. He got down on the floor of the car and licked my pussy!"
"You mean you were in his car?" Kevin asked.
"Umm-hmm. He wanted to take me to his friend's house but I wouldn't go. So, anyway, I took off my panties and then he lapped and sucked between my legs for a long time. I never felt anything so good-never in my life. I didn't ever want him to stop. His mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. He practically inhaled each side of my pussy when he took it in his mouth. Oh, it was heaven. Then he spread the lips apart with his hand and pressed his tongue right against the top-you know, the way you've done it when you've fingered me, only with his tongue. Honest, Kevin, it was like I was coming every second. He twirled my clit with his tongue and sucked and sucked until I thought I'd go out of my mind. Then, just before the end, I yelled "Faster, faster," and he wagged his head back and forth and pressed his tongue harder. My whole body went limp and it felt like a million little pinpricks running up and down my spine. It was like floating and I never wanted to come back down-ever. Right then I loved him. Anybody who would do that to you is-is just wonderful, huh?"
"He didn't put his prick inside you?" Kevin asked.
"No, but I let him put it between my legs and we pretended to fuck. I didn't want to get pregnant. I wouldn't let him stick it inside. Besides, I don't know if I could fuck him. He's so big. I'd rather have somebody smaller fuck me the first time."
"Is he really that much bigger than me?"
"Yes, he must be eight inches long, but you're bigger around."
"You're sure none of his sperm got inside you?" Kevin asked, concerned.
"Yes, I'm almost positive, because I made him come on my tummy. I almost let him fuck me though. I really almost did. I was all slippery and gushy inside and I really wanted to know what it feels like to have a boy's thing in- side of me."
"We could do it," Kevin said. "I want to know what it feels like, too."
"No, no," Sheryl said. "I'm still afraid of getting pregnant. Even a little bit of your stuff can make me pregnant."
They were resting on their sides, facing each other, and suddenly the strongest urge of his life came over Kevin. Sheryl's talking about French love had his prick standing straight out. He reached out and touched his sister's firm tits and massaged them. She let him run his hand over her rounded belly and began fingering her cunt the way Donald had done. He wanted to make French love to her-to her titties and to her pussy. "Sheryl," he pleaded, "can I-can I-"
"Can you ivhat?" she asked, panting.
She was teasing him, he knew. "I-I guess I'll have to go to France if I ever want to make French love. I've always been afraid to ask a girl. Could I do it to you?"
She reached down and took hold of his cock then. "God, you're really hard, Kev, and wet too. I-I don't know. We're getting older now. I don't think a brother and sister should keep doing things to each other forever, do you? Oh, Kev, that does feel good, though ... a little higher ... oh, yes... ."
He was frantically massaging her breast, rolling her erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tickling the top of her wet slit.
She began jacking his dripping cock harder now, bending it, enjoying the feel of its thick stiffness, he could tell.
"Is this what Donald did to you?" he asked.
"Yes," Sheryl moaned. "Yes, yes."
She was really breathing hard now. He leaned over and kissed her breast and let his tongue play on its tip. "And you let him do this too, right?"
"Ummm. Yes, Kev. I did let him. Ummm ..."
"Don't you think you should let your brother do things first to you-so you'll know what to expect?"
"I-I guess so, Kev," she said. "Oh, your thing is so hard and it's dribbling all over my hand. Oh, Kev!"
"Sheryl," he breathed in her ear, because he knew girls liked boys to blow in their ears, "I'm going to make French love to you. I can't help it. I have to." Kevin heard his own words spilling out and he couldn't control his feelings. His sister was so smooth and beautiful and he felt so safe with her. He wanted to kiss the wet between her legs and suck her pussy. He wanted to show her he was as good as Donald. Even better!
"I want to look at your pussy, too," he breathed, "the way you used to let me." He reached oyer and turned on the lamp between the two beds and she drew her knees up high until they rested on her chest. He slid down then so he could stare right into her pussy, study every little fold of pink wet flesh glistening in the light. Then he worked his finger in and out of his sister's love hole ... in and out . . . in and out. Some of her love juice was running down into her tightly puckered little asshole and for the first time in his life he realized that even his sister's asshole was pretty!
"You can do-anything you want to me, Kev," she said. "Anything . . . but we-we better not fuck, Kev, okay? But, Kev ... oh, what if Daddy or Kathy caught us. I-I'm sort of-afraid."
Kevin himself had already thought of that and, for a brief instant, his erection had dwindled, but now he couldn't stop. His cock stood straight up again as he licked his sister's beautiful pussy.
The instant his mouth settled on her beautiful mound of soft pubic hair and he inhaled the delicious scent of his sister's cunt he knew he wanted to suck her pussy always. He remembered what she had said Donald had done and he did it harder and better. He lifted her bottom up and licked just like a dog, tasting every bit of her. She began moaning then, grinding her hips and moaning while his mouth worked. Her voice rose shrilly and he was afraid their father or Kathy might hear, but then he didn't care.
She began crying now, really crying because it felt so good, and her fingers were in his ears. He couldn't tell how loud she was moaning- because of the fingers in his ears-but he could tell by the way her stomach started caving in and out and her bottom quivered while the whole upper half of her body thrashed back and forth that she was getting the good feeling- that she was "coming" and he knew he had done what Donald had done just as good or even better. She was sopping wet. Her juice was all over the sheet. Mixed with his saliva. Finally, she pushed his hand away, calming down, and then they lay close to each other, shuddering. He reached over and turned off the light.
"Oh, Kevin," she murmured, finally. "You don't know how good that feels!" She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "You-you shouldn't have-but it was so good! Oh, we can't tell anybody ever. Promise?"
"We promised about everything a long time ago," he said. "Hey, I really liked licking you, too. Was that the way Donald did it?"
She pressed herself close to him and hugged until he hurt. "Oh, it was even better. But we can't let anybody know. Daddy would kill us!"
"You know I wouldn't ever tell," he said, and then, "Sheryl?"
"What?"
"Does it feel a lot better than when I do it with my finger?"
"Oh, there's no comparison. It's well-it's just heaven! Did I taste funny?"
"No, it tasted nice," Kevin said. "I liked it."
"How did it taste?" his sister asked.
"I guess it tastes just the way you'd think it tastes," he said. "It's hard to describe. You'd have to do it to know. Why don't you do it to me and find out?"
"Boys don't taste the same as girls," Sheryl said, not falling for his trap. "They couldn't taste the same. Besides, I already know about boys. You taste kind of-kind of salty." Sheryl was silent for a moment. "Do you really want me to do it to you-just a little bit?"
"You did it with Donald, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Then sure. Would you."
"Okay. You have to experience it, Kev. It's fantastic."
Sheryl took his shaft into her mouth then and began sucking slowly up and down. He felt his sister's mouth, wet and hot, nibbling on his cock and he knew then that her mouth must feel very much like a pussy. He felt the tingling sensation spread, surge like an electric current through his entire body.
"I-I'm ready to-to come," he gasped. "I-I shouldn't come in your-your mouth . . ."
With a mighty effort of self-control, Kevin jerked his prick from his sister's mouth just before he came. He pulled her face toward his and, working with his hand, jerked at his rod until his sticky love fluid began spurting. Then he drenched her titties with his sperm, hosing each firm beauty alternately, as though watering fresh plants in a garden. Instinctively, she responded, waving her chest from side to side so that each nipple could receive an equal share of her brother's thick, love juice.
"Sheryl?" he said after a long time.
"What, Kevin?"
"Gosh, I see what you mean. I never felt anything like that in my life. I bet it feels just like a pussy."
"Yes, I guess it does," she said, drowsy.
"Someday I want to fuck your pussy. I have to find out how it feels and I want to fuck you before anybody else, okay? Please?"
"I-I don't know," she said. "We'll see ... I -I'm pretty scared but we'll see. . . ."
She was drifting off to sleep now. Kevin kissed her forehead, then climbed into his own bed, still dazed by the tantalizing sensation he had just experienced. Then, he too began drifting off into the deepest, most satisfying sleep he had ever known.
The house was silent again. The siblings slept.
III
"Kevin, Sheryl-time to wake up. Come on, sleepy heads!"
Kevin opened one eye and saw Kathy standing in the doorway. Next to him, in the other twin bed, Sheryl's rump stirred beneath the covers. For just an instant, he had forgotten that he was not in his own room in Los Angeles; he was at his father's house in Grant Oaks.
"Your father has to be at the office for his first patient at nine. I thought we'd all have breakfast together. Come on! Upsie-daisy! Breakfast is almost ready." She smiled cheerfully until they had both sat up. Then she left them both staring out the big window at the rolling landscape, it was beautiful. They sky was clear and there were rolling green hills and olive and orange trees and neighbors' livestock grazing within the confines of white rail fences.
"Gosh," Sheryl said, rubbng her sleep-filled eyes as though it were a dream, a mirage. "It sure isn't anything like Los Angeles. Look how clear everything is."
"Of course," Kevin said, playing the role of the veteran. "What did you expect! I told you it was different-vastly different." He liked the word "vastly."
Sheryl threw her pillow at her wise-ass brother and then they both brushed their teeth, got washed up and dressed. Kevin put on blue denims and a white T-shirt; Sheryl squeezed into tan hip-huggers and a yellow blouse. Kathy saw them coming through the living room and when they entered the kitchen she was already putting plates of bacon and eggs on the table.
"Sit right down, children," Kathy said. "While it's hot."
"Good morning," Harvey Lathrop chimed, sipping coffee. It was good to hear his voice back to normal again-not slurred and mumbling as it had been last night. Kevin noticed that his father's hand shook slightly as he held the cup to his lips. He wondered how his father managed to work on patients' teeth with shaking hands. They both wished him good morning, sat down and began eating.
"So what's on the agenda today?" their father asked.
Kevin washed a mouthful of eggs down with milk. "I thought we'd ride the bicycles into town-maybe drop by Mark's or Jeffs or go to the river."
"Fine," their father said, chewing, "but please use your bicycles. No hitchhiking. I know it's a long way to pump a bike into town, but-well, we've had some trouble lately with men picking up kids. It's dangerous and I'd rather you use the bikes, okay?"
They assured him they would not hitchhike.
"Oh, and don't be alarmed if a big dog charges at you when you get the bikes from the garage," their father said, smiling. "Since you were last here, Kevin, we adopted a stray dog. We call him Herbert-God knows why. Anyway, he's friendly enough but he's inclined to get overprotective at times. Gratitude for his newfound home, I suppose."
They laughed and their father dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and stood up. He glanced at his wristwatch, then kissed Kathy. "Well, off to the old tooth mill," he said. "See you kids this evening. Have fun." He kissed his son and daughter than and went out the back door. In a moment, they heard the engine of the Thunder-bird start and then the sound of tires on gravel as their father left for his office.
Sheryl excused herself to go to the bathroom and Kathy began clearing the table. As she bent over, her bathrobe parted slightly and Kevin caught a good look at the swell of her large breasts. Her negligee had sagged, too, and he could see bare white flesh bulging. He strained, straightening in his chair to see her nipples, but she wasn't bending low enough. Her eyes met his then and, strangely, she bent even lower, al- lowing him a perfect glimpse of her beautiful hanging globes-nipples and all. His heart beat hard inside his chest. Was Kathy showing him her tits on purpose? Maybe she was! After all, just last summer he had sucked on her titties. Kevin felt his prick pressing hard against the fly of his denims. Maybe his dream of fucking her this summer would come true after all, he thought.
She carried the dishes to the sink now and began loading them into the washer. Kevin made no effort to rise. He didn't want to stand up until his hard-on went away. And then, as if his fear of detection has suddenly materalized, Kathy asked, "Kevin, would you mind bringing the salt and pepper and things over here to the cupboard?"
"Uh-I-uh." he stammered. "Uh-okay, Kathy. In just a minute." Frantically, he thought of other things.
"Never mind," she said, coming back to the table to fetch them herself. Then, bending over, her eyes fastened on the full erection bulging inside his pants. He knew she had seen his stiff cock because she stared directly at his crotch for several seconds, the hint of a smile on her lovely mouth, before she finally picked up the salt and pepper shakers and returned to the cupboard.
Her back was to him now and she began humming softly. She had a satin-smooth voice, not professional but very female and right in tune.
In a little while, she said, "See? I'm looking out the window, Kevin. Do you suppose you could bring the other things from the table now?"
"Sure," Kevin said. His hard-on had dwindled considerably. He picked up the jelly and butter plates and went over beside her and put them on the sink counter. She turned, facing him, and once again their eyes met meaningfully. Her eyebrows were raised and she fluttered her lashes.
"If you go down to the river, Kevin, be sure and watch out for poison oak. We don't want you in bed again, like last summer, do we?"
Kevin stared down at the linoleum briefly, then looked into her mischievous brown eyes again. She was taunting him; he was certain of it. She had seen his hard-on and how she was referring to his poison oak and the time she had slyly jacked him off. Her robe was parted even more now and she was making no effort to hide his splendid view of her breasts.
"No," Kevin said, swallowing, unable to take his eyes from her milk-white tits. "I-I wouldn't want poison oak again."
She knew he was staring at them, but his eyes remained glued to them, fascinated at their contour, wanting to touch them and suck them the way he'd done last summer.
"Incidentally, I never did tell your father about the ointment I applied to your poison oak. He thought you were very brave-a chip off the
'old block'-so I never bothered to tell him about the medicine."
Kevin knodded. "Thanks," he said. Was she telling him she would keep secret anything that happened between them? Was she telling him that, they too, like himself and Sheryl, had formed an alliance, a pact? She certainly wasn't wasting any time. The thought that this might be true made his cock stir again inside his pants. And then she removed all doubt!
"Some day when you have nothing much to do, Kevin, there are a few things I'd like you to help me with here at the house. Naturally, this is your first day back and you want to show Sheryl around, but sometime when Sheryl is in town or has something else to do I would like you to give me a hand. Your father's away during the week, and I hate to interfere with his relaxation after work and on weekends. Some things are just too heavy to lift. Would you help me sometime?"
"I'd be glad to, Kathy," Kevin said. Not a girl, but a woman, he thought. A beautiful, ripe ivoman. He couldn't be mistaking her invitation, couldn't be. She had seen his hard-on, mentioned the poison oak incident and then she had asked him to be alone with her sometime. Could it all be in his imagination? No, he decided. She was inviting him to fuck her!
Sheryl returned then. "Shall we go?" she asked. "I'm simply dying to go into town-see the river. Everything!"
Kevin kept his back slightly to her and sidestepped toward the back door. For some crazy reason he didn't want either of the females to see his semi-erect hard-on. "Sure. Okay. Let's go," he said, opening the door.
"Kevin?" Sheryl asked. "Why are you walking that way? Is something wrong?"
"No, no," he assured her. "Let's get the bikes and hit the road." He glanced nervously over his shoulder, saw the puzzled look on his sister's face and his stepmother suppressing a laugh.
"Bye bye," Sheryl said, giving Kathy a peck on the cheek before following her brother outside toward the garage. "I swear you are absolutely nutty" Sheryl said as she watched her brother lift the heavy garage door. "Absolutely nutty. Sometimes you do the weirdest things!"
With great effort of concentration, Kevin had willed his hard-on away. He turned now, facing her boldly with his hands on his hips. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," he said
"Don't use that kind of language around me."
"Oh, yeah. Last night you didn't seem to mind"
"Never mind," she said. "I expect to be treated like a lady!"
"Okay, lady. Get your ass on that bike and let's go."
It was dark inside the old garage. Father used it only for storage tools, electric lawn mower, and so on.
Kevin mounted his bike and pedaled down the gravel driveway, Sheryl on her new bike right behind him. Turning left up a slight incline then down the hill to Grant Oaks Lane, they found the main two-lane artery leading, to the town several miles away. There was practically no traffic as they rode easily on level ground now passing olive and orange trees with occasional antique-looking houses set well back from the winding road. Fifteen or twenty minutes later they took the last bend in the road and the town itself-stores and their father's office on the right, the town square and the movie theater on the hill to their left- came into view. Montgomery's Drug Store lay just ahead.
Kevin, panting from the ride, saw his sister seemed tired, too.
"Let's stop at the drug store for a Coke," he said, breathing hard. "I'll introduce you to Mr. Montgomery."
Sheryl nodded, her shiny black hair slightly disheveled from the ride. They got off their bikes, lifted them over the curb, propped them up against the building and went inside. Except for Mrs. Montgomery and a hunch-shouldered, weird-looking clean-up man, the place was deserted. Kevin and Sheryl sat down at the counter and Mrs. Montgomery came over.
The elderly, gray-haired woman peered squinting through her thick glasses. Then her thin, haggard face beamed and she threw her hands in the air. "Kevin! Why, Kevin Lathrop! I haven't seem you since last summer. Your father didn't tell me you were coming."
"We just got here-flew in-last night," he said. "This is my sister, Sheryl."
"Pleased to know you, dear," she said turning to mix the colas and set them on the counter
"Where's Mister Montgomery?" Kevin asked casually, sipping through his straw.
The old woman's face sobered. "My husband -he-passed away five months ago," she said, turning her back to them for a moment before facing them again. "Yes, yes, he's gone now," she said bravely, her chin held high. "He had a stroke right here in the drug store-right-right over there behind the candy counter." Her eyes seemed distant, as though she were remembering, reliving the death of her husband, picturing it vividly in her mind
"Oh, I didn't know," Kevin said, stunned. "I -I'm awful sorry. I-I liked him a lot." Kevin didn't know what to say. His mind flashed back to last summer . . . sitting in the drug store . . . reading magazines with Mark and Jeff ... breathing in the combined odor of cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, candy. Other drug stores didn't smell the way Montgomery's smelled. In fact, even now the place smelled different, as if the old man had taken that special smell of the store with him. Kevin remembered reading magazines at the counter, reading on and on endlessly, or at least until Mr. Montgomery (who strangely resembled his own father, except he was older and had a mustache) began clearing his throat and wiping the counter vigorously and staring at the boys' empty glasses.
Mr. Montgomery was gone now-dead from a heart attack in his fragrant corner drug store- and Kevin didn't know what to say to his widow except that he had been a nice man who talked to boys as though they weren't just boys.
"I liked him a lot," Kevin said again. "I'm sorry."
"Yes, and he liked you boys, too. Well," Mrs. Montgomery said cheerfully, changing the subject, "where are you young people bound for on this beautiful day?"
"I'm showing my sister around," Kevin said. "We thought we might stop by Mark's or Jeffs. I want Sheryl to meet Mark's sister, Connie."
"That's a coincidence," Mrs. Montgomery said. "They were here about half an hour ago. They said they were going to the river. You'll probably find them there."
Kevin paid for the colas then. "Thanks, Mrs. Montgomery," he said. "I hope everything's okay at the store with-"
"Oh, yes," she interrupted. "I've hired Ralph here to help out. I'm getting along just fine." The man she called Ralph stared weirdly at them, shoulders hunched and his dark eyes nar- rowed. His stare gave Kevin the creeps. Kevin and Sheryl bade Mrs. Montgomery goodbye and left.
From town to the American River, the road was downhill all the way. Kevin pumped hard, anxious to see Mark and Jeff and Connie again. Sheryl lagged behind, coasting.
"Come on, Sheryl!" he yelled over his shoulder. "Pedal! Dig your cunt right into the bicycle seat!"
"Shut up, you filthy-mouth thing!" Sheryl retorted.
The bridge lay just ahead. The big oak tree with the rope attached, where Kevin and his friends had played last summer, was on the near bank and just to the left of the bridge. Kevin spotted three bicycles-two boys' bikes and one girl's. Good, they're here! he thought. He laid his bike on the ground and, in a moment, Sheryl arrived and laid hers down, too.
"They're here," Kevin said. "Let's sneak up on 'em and see if they're skinny-dipping."
Sheryl giggled and followed as he led the way through thick greenery until they reached the edge of a high cliff. Twice, Kevin pointed out red and green poison oak leaves and cautioned his sister not to touch it-that it would make her pussy swell up. There were voices below as they peered over the cliffs edge at the riverbank below. There, bare-ass naked, were Mark, Jeff and Connie. Kevin had never seen
Connie naked before. She and Mark stood on the bank watching as Jeff swung out over the back-current on the long rope, his immense pecker flapping against his stomach before he yelled, Tarzan-like, and dived into the water.
"Ohhh, that looks fun," Sheryl said as they lay on their stomachs viewing the activity below like indians getting ready for an ambush. Kevin rolled over on his back and took his prick out, flapping it back and forth.
"Think it's as big as Jeffs?" he asked.
Sheryl was only embarrassed about sex in public. "I guess so," she said, looking back and forth between the two penises. "He isn't circum-sized, is he?" she said, fascinated.
"Nope, but Mark is," Kevin said, "and I have a bigger prick than he does. Look!"
Sheryl studied the hunk of meat hanging from Mark's auburn patch of pubic hair. Both Mark and his sister, Connie, had reddish-auburn hair -on their heads and at their crotches.
"Yes, you do have a larger prick," she agreed, "but look how big his balls are. I didn't know men got such big balls."
Kevin slipped his hand under his sister's yellow blouse and began fondling her breasts. She wore no bra and she barely paid attention to his massaging, so intent was her gaze at the naked bodies below. Sheryl lay propped up on her elbows and, in a minute, Kevin scooted under her pulling her blouse all the way up to her neck so that he could kiss her hanging titties. When he began applying suction, drawing each erect nipple deep into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it, Sheryl pumped her pussy slightly against the hard ground.
"Ummm, that feels nice, Kev," she cooed. "This is fun watching those naked boys' pricks and having you suck on my boobies. Isn't it fun watching people when they don't know you're watching?"
Kevin grunted unintelligibly, his mouth full of his sister's firm tit. He reached down then and began running his hand back and forth on her pussy. Even through the tight hip-huggers he could feel moist heat. In a moment, he un-snapped her hip-huggers at the top and slid his hand in until he felt the downy fur of her cunt. He finger-fucked her then, gathering enough juice from her slit so that it would feel better at the top, on her clitoris where she liked it best. She was pumping harder now and still staring at Mark's and Jeffs peters below them.
"Oh, Kevin, that's perfect. It's so beautiful having you play with my pussy. We're outdoors and still nobody . .. can . . . see us. Oh, Kev, don't stop. Make me come, Kev, please . . . please..."
Instinctively, her eyes still trained on the cocks of Mark and Jeff, her hand stole down and gripped her brother's throbbing rod. She squeezed its pulsing, dripping head, tickled it with her soft, rippling fingers so that she could feel his juice and manipulate its buttermilk- like texture between her fingers.
"Did you come?" she asked.
"No," Kevin said, "I guess my peter's just dripping a lot because I'm so-so hot."
"Gosh, but there's so much. I-I thought you'd come."
"No," he assured her, and then, "Let's take your pants off and I'll lick you again the way I did last night."
Her breath came faster, faster. "But-but what if an-an airplane or something came over. I-I don't think we ... oh, yes, Kev," she pleaded suddenly changing her mind tugging at her hip-huggers, frantically squirming out of them. She helped him tug down at the elastic band of her panties, too, then lay on her back in the weeds with the back of her hand covering her eyes as she pumped her firm buttocks at her brother's lapping mouth. Her voice was high-pitched as she ground her juicy slit in perfect rhythm to his bobbing head, the probing tongue that was delivering such unspeakable pleasure.
"Oh, Kev, Kevie, Kevie, Kevie," she began chanting. "My big brother, my beautiful big brother. Oh, my honey-baby bro-ther!"
Suddenly Kevin could stand it no longer. He jerked her around so that they lay mouth-to-genital. "Suck mine, too." he begged. "Put my thing inside your mouth and suck mine, too please? please?"
She needed little encouragement, and Kevin was grateful. Apparently, the sight of the naked threesome below had triggered some new and desperate need deep within her, for she grabbed his shaft in both hands and nursed lovingly on the reddish-purple head. For the first time, she actually seemed to enjoy munching on his tool, as though it were an all-day sucker or an ice cream cone. Lapping at his sister's delicious cunt, swallowing her tangy juice, he felt her doing the same to him! She wasn't holding back -not one bit-and then her hands were kneading his balls and he felt the end of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She began emitting little squeals then and yum-yumming sounds. It was all Kevin could do to keep from coming in her mouth. He had never felt anything like it. Suddenly her hot mouth left his cock, though, and the stark, ugly cool of air against his organ jarred him back to reality.
"Oh, Kev, Kev!" she cried. "I-I'm coming. I'm going to come right now!"
He jerked her head back into position and forced his craving member once again into the heat of her mouth. Now he thrust hard into her welcome mouth, knowing he would come, knowing he couldn't help spurting his love cream into his sister's mouth as he lapped harder and harder on her love nub. Her bottom was quivering in his palms now and he knew she was there, ready to climax. With one hand, he reached down and firmly grasped the back of her head, signalling her that he intended to come in her deep into his shoulder as if to hide from his gaze -hide from the entire world.
"I know what you're thinking, sis, but try to listen to me and understand what I say, will you?"
He felt a nod, very slight against his shoulder, and he gathered the courage to go on. "Rem-ber what you told me about Donald? Remember when you said that anybody who would do what he did with his tongue to your pussy must love you?
Again, Kevin felt her head nodding against his shoulder. "Well, I feel the same way about what you just did. I know you really love me now, sis. I know it. What you just did was the most wonderful thing anybody ever did to an man and I'll never never forget it. In fact, I've loved you for a long time and I- don't know if I can ever really love anybody else and like the same things with just a regular girl. You're my sister. We both came out of our mother's pussy."
He thought of his desire for their stepmother, Kathy, and wondered if, really, he was being totally honest. Yes, he was being honest, he decided. Kathy was different. She was an older woman and his desire for her, his wanting to fuck her was something entirely different. She would be more like a teacher introducing her student to his first actual fuck. But he felt a genuine love for Sheryl-love and the desire to protect her from harm. No matter how gruff he sometimes seemed, no matter how crude or in- sensitive he behaved toward her, he felt a strong desire to care for her always.
"What you just did wasn't-wasn't dirty, Sheryl. Honest,"
Suddenly she sat up straight and crossed her legs. Grinning, she slowly shook her head. "Boy, Kevin, you sure do talk a lot of garbage. Of course I didn't do anything dirty. I've been thinking about doing that to you for a long time. I just wanted to see what it was like. That's all." She giggled. "I was just tired, especially my mouth, and I was only resting. So you start talking about our coming out of the same pussy -our mother's-and all that junk. I swear, Kevin, sometimes I really think you're crazy. I really do."
'Kevin stared at his sister, dumbfounded. "You mean you just lay there and let me go on talking and you didn't feel guilty about anything?"
"Of course I didn't feel guilty. I told you. I was just tired. Come on, let's get dressed and go down and see your friends."
Women, Kevin thought, watching his sister pluck the foxtails from her hip-huggers. No wonder everybody said women are impossible to understand. Baffled, he watched her slip into her panties, then get dressed.
"If it will make you feel any better," she said, finally, "what you did to me felt very nice." She made a face and ran her fingers over her extended tongue, as though there were fuzz on it. "I would like a drink of water, though. My throat feels all tickly inside. I hope you enjoyed yourself!"
When they were both dressed, they started down the narrow path that led to the river bank below. Still confused, Kevin called over his shoulder. "You little cocksucker!" he said.
"You little cunt licker!" she replied. "You still haven't stuck your pecker inside a pussy, have you? Ha ha."
They both bent over, giggling hysterically and hugging each other among the bushes. When their laughter had sputtered to a halt, Sheryl looked into her brother's eyes seriously. "Really, though, Kevin, what you said was very sweet. I really did feel a little strange doing that and it was nice of you to be so understanding. I just couldn't stand your speech. You sounded like you were trying for an Academy Award or something."
Again they both laughed. They were still grinning when they reached and end of the path and stepped onto the muddy river bank. "Mark! Jeff!" Kevin called.
The boys ran over, Mark's sister, Connie, close behind them. "Hey, we heard you were coming," Jeff said.
"Good to see you, Kevin," Mark said.
"Hi, Kevin," Connie said. Connie, like her brother, had countless freckles to go with her reddish-auburn hair. Except for a few moles, Jeffs skin was without a blemish. None of them seemed the least bit self-conscious about their nudity.
"This is my sister, Sheryl," Kevin said, and they all greeted her warmly.
"Come on," Jeff urged. "Take your old duds off and come swimming. Kevin noticed that Jeffs eyes roamed lingeringly over his sister's ripe body, as if he were anxious to see her naked. Kevin turned to his sister who, oddly, seemed to be blushing. It struck him as the height of false modesty that he and Sheryl could have just lapped at each other's genitals and now she could be embarrassed about taking her clothes off. Women are weird, he thought, slipping out of his clothing.
A minute later, he was swimming in the refreshing current of the American river with his friends. Connie stayed on the bank talking to Sheryl for a while then shed her clothes and the girls joined the boys for a nude swim in the river.
"Hey, I got a new stunt," Mark said, climbing onto the bank and taking hold of the rope that hung from the big oak. "Watch!"
Running, Mark hurled himself from the bank, his hands tightly clutching the big knot on the end of the rope. He soared in a wide arc until he was perhaps twenty yards out over the water before drawing his legs up to perform a complete somersault; piercing the water head first in a perfect dive that Connie and Sheryl applauded from where they sat on the bank.
"Great!" Kevin called as Jeff stroked over to the bank again. "Is it hard to do? I'd like to try it."
"Not too hard," Jeff said. "Just remember to kick your legs up high and pull with your arms at the same time. Don't do what Mark did the first time he tried it. He got hung up on the rope -straddled it-and the rope nearly burned his balls off!"
"Arrgghh!" Kevin groaned, then swam to the bank and got the rope. Carefully, he rehearsed the sequence of moves in his mind; then he ran and flung himself off the bank, holding tight to the rope. He hadn't managed to swing as high over the current as Jeff had. Still, when he reached the farthest possible point from the tree he duplicated what he hoped were Jeffs movements. He kicked his legs up, completed the somersault and was just preparing to enter the water head first when he struck the surface. He had performed a classic "belly flop."
"Ouch!" he said, surfacing. Sheryl and Connie booed his performance from the bank. "Lousy, Kev," Sheryl said. "Bad!"
"No comments from the peanut gallery!" Mark yelled at the girls, who sat, knees up, their furry pussies clearly visible in the morning sun. "That was pretty good," he called to Kevin. "Never mind the comments from those two quiffs. You'd have made it all right if you'd swung higher. Next time, get a faster start and spring hard from the bank. Then you'll make it fine."
Kevin tried it once again, running faster than before. This time, too, he pulled harder with his arms and he was higher above the water. He completed his somersault just in time to enter the river head first. His cock slapped the water hard though, causing him to wince as his head broke the surface.
"Hey, that was pretty good," Jeff called. "It took me more than twice to do that good."
"Wow, does my prick hurt," Kevin said, grimacing.
"That's one of the problems for you guys with big dongs," Mark teased. "Me? I don't have that problem."
"Why don't you scotch tape your wanger to your tummy?" Connie yelled from the bank, her hands at her mouth like a megaphone. She giggled, nudging Sheryl.
Treading water, Jeff called back, "Why don't you tape your tits and try a somersault yourself! No," he corrected himself sarcastically, "Come to think of it they're not big enough to tape!"
Sheryl laughed, despite herself, but turning to Connie beside her, she saw that Connie did not appreciate Jeffs ridiculing her breasts. What Jeff said was true, though. Her breasts were very small-much smaller than Sheryl's -but the nipples were large and she had good potential.
"Boys and their pricks," Sheryl said. "Every- thing's got to be big. Big cocks, big balls, big tits. Mainly, I think they have big heads!"
Connie agreed, and they sat there watching the boys show off and chatting as they got to know each other. One thing was immediately apparent to Sheryl. The freckled and friendly Connie, though not stupid by any means, was basically a simple country girl. Like many girls raised in rural areas, her view of life and sex was earthy and direct-even more direct than Sheryl had suspected! She spoke openly of Jeffs manly build, his broad shoulders and narrow hips, his way of making love to a girl. She implied that Jeff was somewhat rough when fucking a girl but, at the same time, she seemed to admire this quality, as though it were masculine and desirable. Still, she admitted, when it came to fucking, she preferred her brother, Mark, because of the way he was "built."
Sheryl was shocked somewhat by her frank reference to sexual contact with her brother. Also, since she seemed to admire the great size of Jeffs cock, Sheryl wondered why she preferred sex with her brother to sex with Jeff. Both girls sat there indulging in "girl talk," while dangling their feet in the water.
"You mean, you'd rather have a-a smaller cock inside you than a bigger one?" Sheryl asked confidentially, her voice almost a whisper.
Connie puckered her lips and considered the question thoughtfully. "No, it isn't so much the size that matters," she said. "As I was tellin' you, it's the way Mark's built. Some boys' peckers stand up real high-like right against their bellies. Others aren't up so high. Mark's cock kinda sticks straight out and it feels better going in and out. I guess it's 'cause of the way my pussy's built. We just kinda fit together good. I always come with Mark. With Jeff and some of the others I don't always get that good feelin'. You know what I mean, doncha?" Connie glanced over at Kevin, scrutinizing his hanging member. How does Kevin's cock fit you?" she inquired matter-of-factly.
It was strange, but suddenly Sheryl felt reluctant to admit that she and her brother had never actually fucked-that both of them were virgins. Finally, she decided to tell the truth, though, and she spoke of her boyfriend, Donald, in Los Angeles and French loving with him and her brother. Sheryl was astounded to learn that although Connie had been fucked by six or seven boys (all having used a "rubber") that she had never made French love. Oddly, Connie was astounded that Sheryl had never been fucked, especially by her brother, and that anybody would ever put their mouth on anybody's "thing."
"Ya mean you put your mouth right down there where they pee from?" she asked. It was as though Connie's proximity to animals had rubbed off on her. Animals didn't make French love, so why should people? Sheryl realized the impossibility of making Connie understand and gave up, but she was curious about Connie's fucking experiences-how boys acted once it was inside and how it felt.
"Ya sure you're not kidding me?" Connie asked. "I mean doesn't your brother like to fuck?"
"Oh, yes," Sheryl said. "He wants to really bad, but we-we're both afraid of pregnancy. That's why we just play around with each other."
Connie shook her head in amazement. "Boy, if that don't beat all!" she said. "You're fourteen and you ain't even had a cock in your pussy-not even your own brother's! Me-if I like a boy and he's got a rubber-I'll fuck every time. Why not? It feels just about better 'n anything. It's better 'n TV or gettin' your back rubbed. I don't think I'd wanna fuck my dad, though. He's fooled around a few times, but I always stop him. I'm afraid his fuckin' me might cause trouble between him and mother."
"Do your mother and father know you're not a virgin? Do they know you've fucked your brother?" Sherly asked.
"Well," Connie said, wrinkling her freckled nose, "I figure they must guess I'm no virgin, but I've never told them about Mark and me fuckin'. You don't talk about things like that. Even though your mother and father might have done it with their brothers and sisters when they were younger, they just don't like to hear about their kids fuckin' each other. Funny, isn't it?"
"Yes," Sheryl agreed, blinking. "Yes, that is funny."
"Ya know," Connie said, "maybe it's your brother's fault you ain't been fucked yet. If he really wanted to stick his pecker inside you he'd have done it a long time ago. All he has to do is get himself a rubber. Mark gets 'em all the time now at Montgomery's Drug Store. That new guy there who helps out Mrs. Montgomery now-Ralph's his name-he sells 'em to Mark. Tell Kevin to get himself a rubber and do it to ya. First time's better with somebody ya know good, like a brother. A girl doesn't feel so jittery that way."
"Ralph?" Sheryl repeated. She hadn't noticed any man at Montgomery's. Maybe Kevin had seen him, she thought.
"Yeah, I think maybe your brother's a little scared," Connie said. "I remember when he was here last summer. He really shied away from me. Here I been fuckin' since I was ten years old and your brother treated me like I was some kind of society woman. He wouldn't even swim naked if I was around. You tell him to get a rubber, hear?"
"Yes, I guess that might be a good idea," Sheryl said. "I'm anxious to know how it feels and so is he!"
They changed the subject then, and Connie spoke of her early years in Alabama, where she and Mark were born and lived until Connie was ten. Then, the family had moved to Grant Oaks, and they'd lived here ever since. Sheryl found it strange that Connie spoke with such a pronounced southern accent while, Mark, her brother, retained only slightest hint of his southern origin. When Connie had finished telling Sheryl about Alabama, she spoke fondly of Grant Oaks, the entire San Joaquin Valley. Sheryl was surprised at her knowledge of the area. The Valley, Connie said, was one of the richest farming areas in the country. She spoke of the olive and orange groves and told Sheryl that California grew more cotton than Alabama! As a native Californian, this fact surprised Sheryl. Somehow she had always associated cotton fields with the South. She pointed out the gravel quarry some two hundred yards beyond the opposite bank of the river and spoke of the fun the local youngsters had sliding down the huge mountain of pebbles on sleds fashioned out of sheet metal.
She knew, too, about the area being an important historical part of the California Gold Rush of 1849. "See those big holes and indentations in the cliffs?" she said, pointing behind them. Sheryl saw the many gouges in the steep, high cliffs that Connie referred to. "Well, during the big Gold Rush," she said, "people came looking for gold. They expected to find it just lyin' around on the ground, I guess, but it wasn't that way. So they either panned for it here in the river, or else they squirted big hoses against those cliffs. Know why?"
"No," Sheryl said, shaking her head, impressed with her new friend's knowledge. "Why?"
"Well, they figured there was gold in those cliffs see, so they built 'sluice boxes,' great long funnel-like things made of wood with bumps in 'em to catch gold. Gold's heavy, see, and it settles to the bottom. They'd squirt their hoses against the cliff-just like a big prick pissing-and the dirt would come flowing with the water down those 'sluice boxes.' The gold would settle and catch on the bumps and then they'd get it out. Some people made a lot of money that way, but some people didn't make a thing. Yep," Connie said, staring up at the high cliffs, "before they even named this place Grant Oaks there was more people huntin' for gold along this river than practically any place else. This here's an historical place. Just ask Mark. He knows. Mark's pretty smart. He not only knows how to fuck a girl good, but plenty about that famous Gold Rush, too."
Sheryl studied the cliffs, hypnotized. The thought of men, long before she was born, frantically searching for gold in this very spot where they now sat, fascinated her. It seemed impossible that this quiet, near-deserted spot had once hummed with activity, bustled with greedy men gouging into the cliffs and frantically trying to become wealthy by extracting yellow metal from the now peaceful American River.
As though she'd read Sheryl's mind, Connie said, "Ain't no gold now, though, 'cept maybe fool's gold, which ain't real. Those fellahs got everything there was to get back in 1849."
Jeff swam up to them now and trod water, only his head above the surface. He grinned. "I can see two little juicy things," he said, staring directly between the girls parted legs. "One of them is soft and black and furry, with the prettiest pink line in the middle and the other one's kind of reddish-brown. It's got a pink line, too."
Embarrassed at Jeffs boldness, Sheryl reached down and blocked his view of her cunt with her hands. Connie just smiled, making no attempt to block the lad's view of her pussy. Jeffs right shoulder jerked slightly, rippling the calm back-water as he obviously played with his prick beneath the surface.
"Want to see a periscope?" he asked. Then, without waiting for a reply, he floated on his back so that only his stiff hard-on jutted above the water's surface. His hand worked up and down, massaging his foreskin back and forth as he began jacking off beneath the warm sun. He really had a big rod, and he was aiming it right at them. In a moment, he resumed his original position. "That girls," he said, proudly, "was my impression of a submarine about to fire a torpedo!" making them giggle at his boldness.
Beyond the oak tree, farther out, Mark and Kevin were busily conceiving new stunts and, therefore, tying knots for new footholds and handholds. They weren't paying any attention to Jeffs sexual antics.
"I sure wish I had a target to fire my torpedo at," Jeff said. "How about it, Connie? Want to take a little hike with me up the river? My periscope really is anxious to poke around someplace special."
Connie smiled teasingly. "I don't know. I ain't no cargo ship and that's a mighty big periscope, especially when it gets too anxious. Maybe if it was a nice, gentle, tame periscope-"
"It is," Jeff assured her. "It'll be the gentlest 'ol periscope you ever saw. It promises to be gentle, okay?"
Connie began waving her knees back and forth so that the lips of her vagina rubbed against each other tantalizingly. She was trying to drive Jeff crazy, Sheryl could tell, but she could also tell by the fetching look on Connie's face that her new friend wouldn't mind having Jeffs big rigid shaft slip in between those inviting pink lips.
"You want to do it in the water?" Jeff asked.
"I ain't no fish," Connie said, glancing around, still working her legs so that her cunt lips moved enticingly.
"You're right," Jeff admitted, and then he began singing: "Fish gotta swim, cock's gotta fuck..."
Watching them, listening to their playful banter, Sheryl wondered how many times they had fucked before and if they really intended to fuck right now. This kind of frankness confused her. Then, Connie spoke and answered her question.
"Gotta rubber?" she asked casually, still wiggling her legs.
"Yeah, and it's airtight," Jeff said. "I tested it already. No leaks, I promise."
"Tested it?" Connie said, still teasing. "You mean you think you're going to use an 'ol used rubber on me. Whew! I've heard of cheap boys, but anybody who'd use the same rubber twice really takes the cake."
"Cake?" Jeff said "You mean pie-hair pie. My periscope wants some nice hair pie. Besides, I tested it by blowing it up, like a balloon. You know I wouldn't use the same rubber twice. Come on, Connie. Let's take our walk."
Connie leaned over and whispered in Sheryl's ear. "Here's your chance, honey. If you want to fuck this might be a good time. He has a rubber. It would be okay. If you want to fuck, just take a walk with him up the bank a ways. Go ahead." She hugged Sheryl and gestured with her head toward upstream.
"I-I don't think so," Sheryl said, frightened. "You go ahead. I think he's too big for my first time."
Connie shrugged indifferently, but Sheryl could tell that her offer had merely been a courteous gesture. Connie wanted to fuck Jeff. It was written all over her face. Her hips wiggled with desire and her breath was coming faster. "Okay, nice and gentle periscope," Connie said to Jeff. "Let's you and I go for a stroll."
Jeff leaped from the river like a fish for bait Sheryl's eyes widened in amazement at his huge, lazy hard-on. Even in its semi-erect state it seemed a mighty weapon for a girl to accommodate. Once the chill of the water had left it Sheryl imagined it would grow to more than eight inches long. Sheryl stared at Jeffs cock and swinging balls as he went to his pants, fumbled in the pocket and withdrew a small box of rubbers. Then, the two of them, arm in arm, began walking upstream toward a clump of bushes.
In a matter of seconds, Connie's brother came swimming over to Sheryl. Kevin was right behind him. "Are they going upstream to fuck?" Mark asked.
"Uh-yes," Sheryl said, still stunned. "They said they were."
"Great! Listen, Kevin tells me you're both virgins. Let's go up and peek at them, okay? My sister's really a terrific screw. You'll both learn something, I promise you. Come on."
The boys crawled up onto the bank and Kevin helped his sister to her feet. Sheryl hesitated, resisted the pull of Kevin's hand as they started upstream. Somehow it didn't seem right to watch people fucking. She felt that it was a private thing between two people only, but Kevin's steady tug at her hand was insistent and finally she gave in and followed willingly. She had to admit that, deep down, something within her wanted to watch Jeff fuck the experienced Connie's pussy.
As they approached the clump of bushes, Mark held his fingure to his lips, told them to be quiet, and they all crouched. Carefully then, Mark parted the bushes until they could see Jeff and Connie perfectly. The couple lay on the sandy ground, side by side, their arms about each other and their lips pressed tightly together Mark motioned for Sheryl and Kevin to drop to their haunches; then all three observers dropped to the ground to await the action.
They didn't have to wait long! In a moment, Jeff began massaging Connie's breasts and running his hand softly over her ass. As he stroked Connie's titties with one hand, he began plunging his other hand deeper into her buttock-crevice. She reached down and grasped his giant rod in her hand then and he began palming her pubic hair. He was murmuring something in her ear that Sheryl could not hear but it seemed to excite Connie. Her hand worked faster on his giant erection and she rubbed it back and forth against her stomach. Then Jeffs mouth moved down to her breasts and he began tonguing the warm globes and squeezing them at the same time. Connie was trembling all over now and, slowly, he slipped his finger into her glistening love-slit after toying briefly with the auburn curls guarding its entrance.
Connie's breath came in quick sighs now as she raised her leg and began rubbing the bulging head of Jeffs meaty shaft against the top of her cunt. Even from their vantage point, Sheryl could hear the slurp of their combined juices as the dripping head of Jeffs prick rubbed Connie's clitoris. They went on that way for several minutes before Jeff turned Connie onto her back, crouched on his hands and knees and began feeding the eager tip of his cock into Connie's love-hole.
"Easy, Jeff," she moaned. "You promised to do it nice and gentle. It's so big ... you have to put it in slow and then not push too hard ... you have to-to go-easy. You-you promised. ..."
"Yeah, I promised . . . ummm, boy . . . does your cunt ever feel good. I love to stick it right between your legs, Connie."
Then, sucking at her breasts, his back hunched high in order to fuck her and suck her breasts at the same time, he groped with one hand until he felt the pack of rubbers on the ground beside them. Fumbling, he withdrew a loose one -the one he had tested, Sheryl guessed-flopped his bursting cock onto Connie's tummie and slipped the rubber on it. Then, again, he probed at her wet cunt hole until his cock was in all the way. His balls swung ponderously now as he began a slow but steady rhythm, sinking his shaft into the wet pink cunt lips, the eager absorbing flesh that seemed to fold in and out with each deep thrust.
"Fuck me, Jeff," Connie murmured, rotating her hips and digging her nails into his muscled back.
Jeff took both cheeks of Connie's ass in his hands now, lifting her so that he could sink every inch of his cock into her eager snatch. His urgent ass began pumping harder, in a kind of oval motion, not just up-and-down but sort of in-and-out and side-to-side at the same time, to match Connie's rotating hip movements. So this is fucking! Sheryl thought, feeling her pussy getting slippery; stimulated at the sight of a boy's cock actually fucking a girl's pussy.
Mark took out his prick then and began jacking off as he watched his friend, Jeff, screw his sister. "Man, look at 'em fuck! They're really humping away, huh, Kevin?" Mark said, stroking his full erection faster. Sheryl noticed that Mark's hard-on was shorter than either Jeffs or Kevin's, but she saw what Connie meant by his being built different from Jeff. His penis stuck out more level with the ground than either Jeffs or Kevin's. It was a nice cock all right; it just wasn't gigantic.
Jeffs ass moved at a fantastically rapid tempo now as he plunged his ramrod again and again into Connie's cunt. She matched his pace, prodding his buttocks with her heels, digging her fingernails still harder into his back and muttering, "Ummm .. . ummm, fuck me, Jeff. .. fuck me . . . fuck me," as she hungrily kissed his cheek and neck, planting wet kisses everywhere.
"Yeah, they sure are fucking," Kevin said, panting.
Sheryl knew that Kevin must be just as excited as she was. This was the first time either of them had actually seen people fucking. Something in her brother's voice seemed odd. though, and glancing at him she saw that he, too, had taken his cock out and was jacking himself off as he watched Jeff and Connie thrashing ecstatically on the ground.
"Come here, Sheryl," he said, pulling her so that she sat between himself and Mark. Then he reached for her pussy and began rubbing her clit with his middle finger while he continued to jack his stiff prick. "Hey, Mark," he whispered. "Why don't you play with Sheryl's titties while I finger her? They're going to come any minute, so we better hurry up and come before they finish. Go ahead. Play with Sheryl's tits." Usually he felt jealous when Sheryl had anything to do with other boys, but Mark was a good friend and, besides, he would only play with her titties, not her cunt.
By now, Sheryl didn't care who did what to her. The sight of the two writhing bodies, the groans of pleasure and the big cock sliding in and put of Connie's pussy had her just as excited as she'd been earlier up on the cliff top with her brother. She welcomed her brother's finger against her clit and Mark's hand squeezing her breast, teasing the nipple hard. Both Mark and
Mark collapsed and rolled over on his side. Sheryl lay spent, her head resting on his hip as she stared at Connie and Jeff through the bushes. Jeff still lay on top of her spread legs, spent and panting, their copulation completed. Kevin, grateful that at last his sister had come, lay on his stomach, taking a well-deserved rest after his post-orgasm manipulation of his sister. Sheryl studied Kevin now, hoping he wouldn't be angry that she had sucked Mark's pecker off. She hoped, too, that Mark wouldn't think she was some kind of whore for doing what she had done. What if Mark told his sister? Would Connie think she was some kind of freak? The thought frightened her.
"Mark," she whispered, jostling him. "Mark?"
"Uh-huh," he managed.
"I hope you don't think I'm awful for-for doing what I did to you. Kevin wanted me to. He's your friend and he wanted me to. Didn't you, Kevin?" she lied. "Kevin?"
Sheryl noticed that her brother was staring at her strangely. Was he jealous? She couldn't be sure, but she felt certain that he was. Still, she had to protect herself. If Connie found out she had sucked her brother's prick, swallowed his come, she might never speak to her again. It
Sheryl breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at her brother for backing her up in her lie. "Please don't-don't mention what I did to your sister, all right?" Sheryl asked. "I don't think she'd understand, and I want her to be my friend, okay?
Mark smiled. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I promise never to breathe a word." Then added, smiling. "Thanks. I-I never felt anything like that before."
Both Sheryl and Kevin stared at Mark quizzically. He seemed to be saying that having his cock sucked was even more pleasant than fucking. He had fucked before and now he was saying that having his cock sucked was great, wasn't he? Kevin looked at Sheryl and saw that she must be thinking the same thoughts he was thinking. Here they had been sucking, not fucking, and thinking of their mouth play as a second-rate substitute for fucking. Was sucking just as good, maybe even better than fucking? This question loomed in both their young minds and, simultaneously, they both reached the same conclusion. No, it couldn't be. Fucking had to be the ultimate sexual contact between man and woman. Nature had built men with cocks that got stiff and women with pussies that got wet and slippery. A cock was made to slide inside a hot pussy, poke between its lips and shoot sperm in there to make babies. Yes, fucking had to be better than sucking. It had to be. Sucking felt good,'heavenly, of course, but fucking must be best. Sucking each other's things was good but just different.
Still, for virgins it was a puzzling dilemma.
Having rested, Jeff withdrew his limp organ from Connie's vagina, raising himself and moving back until his buttocks rested on his heels. He peeled off the wet rubber, milking his cock as he went to get all of his sperm inside the prophylactic.
Then he tied a knot in the end and held the come-filled receptacle up against the sun. He looked a little like a chemist examining fluid inside a test tube. He seemed proud as he studied the jism, the symbol of his manhood that had erupted from his balls. Laughing, he then slapped Connie across her tummy with the leak-proof rubber.
"Hey," Connie said. "What do you think you've got there-a blackjack?"
"Nope, I got myself a white jack here." Jeff said.
Connie reached out and felt the squishy rubber, squeezed its contents between her freckled fingers. "Boy, does that ever feel funny," she said. "I swear, Jeff, you shoot more come out of your prick than an 'ol stud bull. You ever shoot off inside a girl I bet she'd just take off, like a rocket, or maybe a balloon somebody let go of when they're blowing it up."
"Maybe so," he agreed, still examining the fluid inside the rubber. He cupped his balls in his hands. "These babies are real powerhouses," he said proudly. "These balls got real honest-to-god thrust."
Connie began digging in the sand with her fingers, making a pocket there to deposit the used rubber. "Here you are, Jeff," she said. "Plop the thing in here and we'll cover it up."
He bent over, laughing. "I'd rather take it and toss it right in the middle of town for everybody to see. Wouldn't it be fun to watch all the folks pretending not to see it there in the middle of the sidewalk?"
Connie laughed, too. "Oh, that's too much! Yes, I can see Pastor Greenwich blinking and by-passing it. Ya wanna do it?" Connie asked.
"Nah, I guess not," Jeff said. "Maybe some other time. He tossed the come-filled rubber to Connie and she buried it, covering it with a layer of sand.
"Ya know," Connie said, "Some day they're gonna have a California Rubber Rush instead of a California Gold Rush! There sure are a lot of these rubbers buried in holes like this up and down these river banks. Between you and my brother, I'm kept pretty busy fuckin' away. Yeah, there'd be plenty of rubbers for those rubber hunters to find."
Jeff nodded, his big penis nearly returned now into the protection of his uncircumsized foreskin. "You sure do have a vivid imagination," he complimented Connie. "Also, you're getting to be a better fuck all the time. You're going to make some man a fine wife someday."
"Thanks," Connie said, sincerely. "You're getting better and better yourself. You didn't hurt me none at all this time."
"Boy, I sure would like to fuck sometime without a damn rubber, wouldn't you? I bet it's-it's a hundred times better."
"Yeah, I imagine it is, but we'll have to wait 'til we marry somebody to find out. I don't want any baby before I'm married-that's for sure!"
"There is one way that feels good," Jeff said, "and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. In France they do it with their mouths. Feels good and nobody gets knocked up."
"Yuk," Connie said, making a face. "I don't want no man's pisser in my mouth. No sir. And I don't want no big wanger tearing up my bung hole either."
Just then, Mark and Kevin both began laughing uncontrollably from behind the bushes. Realizing the irony of the situation-both boys just having come in her mouth-Sheryl began laughing, too.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jeff called, turning toward their hiding place. "Who's there. Come on out of there!"
Mark made a gesture, winking, and the three of them stood up and pretended that they had just arrived. As he parted the bushes, he said, "So there you are! We missed you and decided to see where you went. Decided to take a little hike, eh?" Mark winked and Jeff winked back.
"Yeah, that's right. Me and Connie went for a little stroll." Again, he cupped his balls in his hands and shook his head with relief. "God, a walk does wonders for a guy."
Thev all laughed then and returned to the big oak tree.
Lunchtime arrived and Jeff got dressed and went up to the River Road Market, a quarter mile away. Then the five of them sat eating cupcakes and drinking cola in the shade of the big tree. Mark told Kevin and Sheryl about Folsom Prison, which was a dismal-looking place about six miles upstream. A maximum security prison, it was famous and had housed some of the most notorious criminals of all time, Mark explained. There was talk in the area that the prison would be closed down soon. Everybody seemed happy about that, Mark said, because having all those desperate criminals nearby seemed to make folks nervous. They talked about maybe riding their bikes up there someday.
When they had finished eating, they spent the rest of the afternoon in horse-play, "shooting the rapids" downstream and pointing out the many caves that lined the banks to their newcomer, Sheryl. Finally, when the late afternoon shadows came, they dressed and mounted their bikes and began the uphill pull to town. They looked for "rubbers" as they pumped hard on their bikes, struggling up the asphalt incline. There were always a lot of "rubbers" and empty beer cans and tissues along the river road. The road wasn't used much any more; at night it was a perfect Lovers' Lane. People came from all around to park and kiss and fuck in their cars. Spotting the "rubbers"-evidence of all the fucking that gone on there-had become a favorite pastime for youngsters in the area. Kevin let his imagination wander, conjuring up special stories to go with each rubber he sighted. He visualized girls with their legs apart, screaming Fuck me! Fuck me! He pictured men licking pussies and girls sucking cocks and the men slipping on the rubbers and sticking their big cocks right between the girls' legs and then coming and wiping themselves off with tissue and then throwing the rubbers and the tissues out the car window for all the kids to see and wonder about. He could hardly wait until he got old enough to have a car and take girls for rides and fuck them. Then he would throw his rubber out the car window so that the kids could see it the next day and think, Boy! Woiv! Somebody actually fucked here!
Kevin fucked here, he thought. That was a good one all right-even better than Washington slept here. As he pumped hard against the pedals of his bike he wondered what people did in George Washington's time before there were any rubbers. Probably just pulled out and came all over the girls' stomachs, he decided just as they reached level ground and pedaled easier now that they were in town. As they passed his father's office he felt tempted to stop in to say hello but decided not to. He would see his father tonight. That was enough.
At the opposite end of town-the entire town was Less than a quarter mile long-the five of them stopped at the fork in the road. Mark and Connie would be going to the left and so would Jeff. They all lived over that way. Kevin and Sheryl would take the other road.
"Oh, hey, listen!" Connie said excitedly. "I almost forgot. Next week there's a party at Denny Blanton's. His folks are goin' outta town so we're gonna have this party-beer and everything. It's a week from tomorrow. Saturday. Don't plan anything for that night, okay?"
"You remember Denny, don't you?" Jeff asked Kevin.
"Yeah," Kevin said. Denny had gone swimming with them a few times last summer. Denny was kind of a wise-ass, but bearable. "Sure, we'd like to go. Sure," he said. "What are you guys doing tomorrow?"
Mark said that they would be going to the matinee at the Grant Oaks movie theater. There was a John Wayne movie, he said. They all agreed to meet at 1:30 the following afternoon at the theater. Then, as Kevin and Sheryl started toward home, Connie said to Sheryl:
"Ya better bring your whatchamacallit-your chastity belt with you, Sheryl. There's a whole lot of smoochin' and boob feel in' and finger-fuckin' goes on in that theater on Saturday afternoons. Guys come up and sit down next to ya and start playing with your pussy just like they was shakin' hands." She laughed. "If you get a guy you like, it's great, but if ya get some guy you don't dig-" She shrugged. "Anyway, I thought I'd give you fair warning."
"Thanks," Sheryl said. "See you guys tomorrow then."
IV
When Kevin and Sheryl reached their father's house, they were exhausted. They walked their bicycles up the gravel driveway, put them in the garage and started for the back door. It was then that the dog their father had mentioned, Herbert, which appeared to be a mixture of af-ghan and some kind of terrier, came snarling from nowhere and skidded to a stop inches in front of them. Drooling, it barked ferociously and seemed ready to attack. Sheryl ran behind Kevin.
"Do something, Kevin-before he kills us!" she screamed.
"Down boy, down," Kevin said softly. "Good boy, Herbert. That's a good boy, Herbert."
Remarkably, the mention of the animal's name had an immediate calming effect on the growling animal. It was if the thing understood that anybody who knew its name must have conversed with its master and, therefore, must be a friend. Herbert sat back on his haunches, tilting his head from side to side for a moment, then approached humbly and began licking Kevin's hand. "Good boy," Kevin said. "All right, Sheryl," Kevin said arrogantly. "You may emerge from your hiding place now. I've got the beast under control."
"What did you do? I mean, how did you do it?" Sheryl asked, still keeping her distance.
"Quite simple. I merely stared directly into his eyes until he knew who was boss."
"There you go-acting again," Sheryl said. "It was his name. He likes to hear his name." She advanced boldly now. "Hi there, Herbert," she said, reaching out to pet his shaggy head. Herbert snarled viciously; Sheryl jumped and ran behind Kevin again. Herbert still retained some fear and, apparently, Sheryl's advance had been too sudden, despite her mentioning his name. "I hate you, Kevin!" she hissed. "You're so-lucky!
"Good boy, Herbert," Kevin said softly again, patting his head without any unfavorable reaction from the now docile beast.
As they stepped onto the back porch, Kevin said, "In case you didn't notice, Herbert has one of the biggest dog pricks I've ever seen. Don't let him catch you on your hands and knees!"
"All you ever think about is sex," Sheryl said, "even when it's an animal! You're crazy. You're really crazy, Kevin."
"Did Herbert give you a little static?" Kathy asked as they entered the living room. She closed the book she was reading, stood up and kissed them both on the cheek.
"Not me," Kevin said. "He doesn't seem to like Sheryl, though. Animals can sense fear, so he attacked ol' scaredie cat there. I had everything under control." He liked the phrase "under control." Sheryl just shook her head in subdued rage.
"Your hair looks strange, dear," Kathy said to Sheryl. "Did you go swimming? I-I didn't see you take bathing suits with you."
"Uh-no," Sheryl lied, not wanting to admit she'd been skinny-dipping. "We just played at the river with Mark and Jeff and Connie. I guess it did get a little wet, though. What are you reading?" she asked, changing the subject. She picked the book up and saw that it was The Sensuous Woman. "Hmm. Any good?"
"Fairly," Kathy said, taking the book from her and placing it beneath some papers on the book shelf. "So you had a pleasant day with your friends, eh?" Now Kathy was changing the subject.
They told Kathy about the river the river and the caves and having cupcakes for lunch and stopping at Montgomery's Drug Store. It had been a most innocent day; they'd had a delightful time.
"I'm glad that you had such a pleasant first day in Grant Oaks," Kathy said. "In fact, I'm always delighted to learn anybody had a pleas- ant day in Grant Oaks." Realizing that she was complaining, she forced a smile and glanced at the wall clock. "Well, your father should be home soon. I suppose I'd better start fixing dinner. Turn on the television if you want," she said and left the room for the kitchen.
They had been watching television for perhaps twenty minutes when their father came in. "Hello, hello, my busy little dumplings!" His face seemed very red, as though he'd been drinking and there was a peculiar bounce to his walk. He couldn't be drunk this early, Kevin thought. He'd just come from the office. But when he kissed Sheryl and came closer to hug Kevin, there was the distinct odor of alcohol on his breath.
"Aren't you wondering how I know you've been busy?" he asked. "Well, aren't you?"
"Sure," Kevin said, disgusted. "How do you know we've been so busy?" He spoke as though he were speaking to a child, because when his father had been drinking he was a child.
"Yes, how do you know?" Sheryl asked. She sighed, exchanging glances with her brother. They both hoped they were not in for a repeat performance of last night's drunken episode.
"First," Harvey Lathrop said, raising his index finger significantly, "Mrs. Montgomery told me you stopped by the drug store and were on your way to the river. And second"-he held up two fingers- "I later saw you, Mark, Jeff and Connie bicycling through town. So you see, there is very little that escapes the sharp eye of your father." He winked, then wobbling slightly, went to the kitchen. Kevin and Sheryl both heard a brief but harsh exchange of words between their father and Kathy. Then their father returned carrying a drink. The ice cubes tinkled inside his old-fashioned glass as he sat down and placed his feet up on the ottoman.
"Where were you when you saw us?" Kevin asked. "I-I thought of maybe stopping in your office and saying hello, but I-I figured you might be busy."
"No, I wasn't busy," Harvey Lathrop said. "Grant Oaks is a rather small town you know." He stared into his glass disconsolately. "And when you don't have many people you don't have many teeth. And you don't have enough teeth you don't have-" He waved his hand in the air. "Well, I'm sure you get the picture. Grant Oaks is terrific for a man in semi-retirement." He paused, still staring into his drink. "But in answer to your question, son, I was in Kelly's Bar. I had a-a cancellation and, you see, there's a magnificent window in Kelly's which faces the street. A man can sit there for hours and watch the population of this thriving metropolis pass by. Besides you children on your bicycles I think I saw four other people." He chuckled to himself, as if it were some private joke. "Can you imagine that? Four whole people-wearing dentures, probably. Dentures thev eot, no doubt, from some credit dentist in
Sacramento!"
He gulped his drink down and went to get another.
Kevin angrily strode across the room and changed the TV channel to the news. "Well, Dad's even a bigger lush than when I was here last summer," he said. "That's just great!"
"Don't be angry with him, Kev," Sheryl defended. "He can't help it. He-he doesn't get enough patients at the office. You heard him just now."
"Then why did he come here. He probably breathed booze in too many patients' faces when he had his practice in San Francisco. Yeah, I bet that's it. I bet he lied about wanting to semi-retire. I bet they ran him out of town. Even Kathy's disgusted. You can tell she is!"
Sheryl wiped tears from her cheeks. "Please, Kev. Give him a chance. Don't-don't talk that way about him. Please? We love Grant Oaks. Maybe he does, too. Maybe he had a dream of starting a new life here-living happily in the country. But maybe that dream isn't coming true and-and he doesn't know what to do about it. Let's try to understand him. He's our father, remember?"
"Yeah, he's our father all right. I thought everybody respected him. I bet he's the town joke. Sure, if you want to find Dr. Lathrop just go to Kelly's Bar for an appointment."
Harvey Lathrop returned, once again holding a drink.
"Shhh, Kevin. Here he comes. Try to be nice."
"Yeah, sure," Kevin said. "Be nice to a drunk!"
Being "nice" to his drunken father was simple, for once again, just as he had the previous night, Harvey Lathrop became so intoxicated there was no alternative. Besides, his senses were so numbed by alcohol he could not have comprehended anger anyway. The four of them feasted on the delicious chicken dinner in silence as Harvey Lathrop, Grant Oaks' only dentist, gorged himself like some medieval king in a technicolor film extravaganza. Finally, he belched, then tried to wipe his greasy hands on the tablecloth and stood up. There was grease all over his mouth and chin as he kissed everyone goodnight.
"Sleep tight everybody," he mumbled. "Gotta hit the hay now. I-I gotta appointment early tomorrow." He staggered into the bedroom and slammed the door after him.
"He's probably got an appointment at Kelly's Bar," Kevin said. "He'll sleep tight all right."
"Kevin!" Sheryl said, pleading for mercy with her eyes. Kathy merely stared at her plate, obviously upset but hiding her shame expertly. Kevin excused himself and went out the front door. It was a beautiful night-cool but not cold-the cloudless sky permitted a clear view of the stars. Kevin walked to the center of the front yard and stood there with tears streaming down his cheeks, crying because of the rapid degeneration of his father. How he could do this to them, to Kathy, to himself was beyond his understanding. He stood there for a long time, until his tears had ceased, then he returned to the house.
Kathy and Sheryl sat watching television. They had both changed into their nightclothes, Kathy into a negligee and Sheryl into her cotton nightie with robe and slippers. Kevin only half watched the tear-jerking, cornball love story flickering on the large colored screen. When the show was over and everybody went to live "happily ever after," Sheryl stretched and, yawning, said she was going to bed. Kevin decided to turn in, too, and followed Sheryl into their bedroom. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and climbed into bed, as always, wearing only his shorts.
"Night, Kevin," Sheryl said softly from her bed. "Don't be too upset about Daddy. He'll get better. You'll see."
Kevin didn't answer. He lay on his back staring into the darkness, still thinking about his father. He guessed he knew now why their nother had divorced their dad and he found himself feeling a new respect for their mother: she had never once mentioned her former husband's drinking problem. He lay there for a long time, restless, unable to sleep. Finally, he threw the blankets aside and slid into Sheryl's bed. For some strange reason, Sheryl had become the only person he could really turn to in times of distress.
"Sheryl?" she stirred. Good, she was still awake.
"What?" she said sleepily.
He wanted to talk about their father, but he couldn't bring himself to. He only knew that he felt comfortable snuggling up beside his beautiful sister. Without knowing why, he said, "Do you think you should have-have sucked on Mark's thing today at the river? I-I wish you hadn't. It may sound crazy but I felt jealous." Instinctively, his hand found her breast.
"You're the one who told him to play with my titties," she said. "Remember? You were fingering my pussy and then you said, 'Play with her titties, Mark.' "
"Yeah, that's right. I guess I did, but you didn't have to suck his thing and make him come. I thought that was special-just for-for us."
She kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry, Kev, but I sort of went crazy watching Connie and Jeff fucking there on the ground. I'm sorry if I made you jealous. I couldn't help it."
"I understand," Kevin said, both of his hands lightly rubbing her bare breasts now. "I guess Mark and I both got excited. That's why we jacked off. That's why I grabbed your head and came in your mouth."
"I didn't mind," Sheryl said. "I even liked it. Oh, yes, I found out where Mark and Jeff get their 'rubbers.' They buy them at Montgomery's Drug Store from some man who works there. Connie told me his name is Ralph. Maybe you could get one and we-we could fuck some time. I really would like to try it. If you got a rubber maybe sometimes we could fuck and find out what it feels like. After watching Jeff sticking it inside Connie, I'd like to."
Sheryl's talk about fucking was making Kevin hot. His prick stood straight out now and, boldly, he pressed it against his sister's tummy while he continued to play with her tits.
She reached down and grasped his hot meat in her hand. "Kevin, don't be angry but I'm so tired. We came twice today and after all that bicycling and swimming-well, would you be angry if we-we just went to sleep?"
Kevin's heart sank. He longed to stick his rigid pole into something-anything. His groin was tingling and he wanted to come bad, but he could tell Sheryl was exhausted. "Okay," he agreed reluctantly, "but I'm going to get a rubber and we're going to fuck some night soon." He stopped fondling his sister's breasts and got back in his own bed. Pretty soon, he heard her snoring softly. He was amazed that Sheryl had suggested fucking-even found out about getting a rubber! She had felt guilty before, but now she actually wanted to fuck. He lay there on his back, thinking about sticking his prick inside that beautiful hot, wet place between her legs and held his stiff prick in his hands. Damn it! He was so excited he couldn't get to sleep. He fondled the head of his cock, tickling it, and wondered whether or not he should jack off. God, he had come twice today yet still wanted to come again! Sheryl was always telling him he was crazy, kiddingly, but maybe he really was some kind of sex freak. All he seemed to think about was sex lately.
His thoughts turned to Kathy and her fairly obvious invitation to be alone with her sometime. He would have to "give her a hand," as she had said, with some "things" around the house one of these days soon and see if he couldn't score his first fuck. Then, still tickling the head of his prick, he slowly became aware that the television set was still on in the living room. Was Kathy still up? He got out of bed and tiptoed across the bedroom. Through the slightly open door he saw Kathy, still watching a late movie, sitting on the couch in her negligee, the curves of her ripe, full body visible through the sheer material. Here was a woman who had loved and who knew how to love. She wasn't an inexperienced girl, or a frightened sister fearful of her reputation, or whatever it was that inhibited so many of the girls he had known at school. Yes, Kathy would have real expertise. He like that word expertise . . . exper-tease... .
Kevin, tucking his erect prick under the elastic band at the top of his undershorts so that it didn't jut out so noticeably, went to the couch and sat down beside her in the dim light; only the flickering of the television faintly illuminating the room.
"Hi, Kathy," he said. "I couldn't get to sleep and I heard the television on so I decided to come out for a while, okay?"
"Certainly," she said. "I couldn't get to sleep either. Your father is snoring quite loudly at the moment."
Kevin's gaze fastened on the whiteness that showed where the strap of her negligee had slipped down onto her upper arm. A woman, he thought again. Not a girl but a beautiful woman who had loved and who knew how to love. He studied her ripe, full breasts that seemed ready to burst through the sheer, skimpy negligee, the soft blonde hair streaming down over her shoulders and the darker blonde hair of her crotch, the firm, delicious body beckoning there in the flickering light. Was her state of semi-undress, her tantalizing position just a coincidence? She had subtly jacked him off last summer while applying medicine to his poison oak on his privates and she had let him suck her breast another night so long ago. And could he possibly have misinterpreted her meaning when she'd asked him to help her around the house some day when they would be alone?
Suddenly, she lay back and turned over on her side, facing him. Did her eyes briefly fasten on his still semi-erect prick inside his shorts, or was it just his imagination? Admiring her body and letting his imagination wander had his manhood rising again to something other than a normal state and he felt a sharp embarrassment. He decided to distract himself with conversation, until he could be sure of her intention.
"It's going to be a great summer vacation," he said. "Sheryl and I are going to have lots of fun, even if Dad does get drunk all the time."
"Yes, don't let your father's behavior ruin your vacation," she said. "You must pretend he doesn't exist at times. Unfortunately, you must."
"How long has he been drinking really bad?" Kevin asked.
Kathy sighed. "For a long time now, I'm afraid-too long." There was obvious bitterness in her voice. Kevin stared at the people moving on the colored TV screen, not really seeing them, and wondered if his father played around with other women. "Does-does Dad fool around with other women?" he asked boldly.
She smiled. "No, I rather doubt it. You see, when a man drinks too much he doesn't fool around with women-any women, including his own wife."
"Oh," Kevin said, his heart beating faster. Good God, he thought, was she telling him that her husband, his father, never fucked her? At this moment, could she want to fuck him even more than he wanted to fuck her?
Kathy stretched then, a look of pain on her beautiful features. "Kevin, would you be a dear and rub my neck just a little? For some reason it's stiff."
Kevin moved closer as she turned over on her stomach. The crease of her perfectly-shaped buttocks and the two dimples in the small of her back made his cock jump up above the elastic band of his shorts. He began massaging her neck, her smooth shoulders, squeezing and releasing the delectable white flesh.
"Umm," she cooed, and with her thumbs she pulled the other strap of her negligee down to permit him total access to her upper back. "Marvelous, Kevin. That feels sooo good."
Kevin felt an insane desire to tear the negligee from her, stare long and hard at her voluptuous body, run his hands over the hills and valleys of her delicious body and embed his prick deep in the heat of her. He held back, though. He still couldn't be certain of her desire for him. He had to be sure.
Reluctantly, he gave her back a final pat and she turned to her side again. "Kevin, do you know how old I was last month?" she asked suddenly. "I was thirty-three."
Kevin grinned. "You're kidding," he said truthfully. "You sure don't look it, you're sexier than most of the girls I go to school with."
"That's a nice compliment," she said, obviously pleased. "Incidentally, how are you doing with girls? There's the pill nowadays, you know?" There was a strange twinkle in her eyes. Last summer they had discussed a few serious matters, but she had never been this outspoken before.
"Well, let's say the girls at my school are not the most passionate type. I-I've never really gotten close to any of them, if you know what I mean."
Again, there was that trace of mischief in her brown eyes. "Yes, I think I do know what you mean," she said, drawing the words out. "About the only men I see around here anymore who seem to notice me are the mailman and the milkman."
Kevin's cock stood at complete attention now as his brain ran crazy with speculation, wondering if Kathy was trying to tell him she was homy.
Then she pulled him down beside her and began stroking the hair from his forehead. "I can't get over how much you've grown since last summer," she said. "You-you've really become a man."
Kevin let his cheek slide slowly from her cheek to her breast. He let his cheek move slightly, just as he had last summer, and nestled.
"I think a lot of you, Kevin," she said.
"I've dug you for a long time, too," he said.
She laughed, a soft sound from deep in her throat. "I know. I could tell by the way you looked at me this morning in the kitchen. I got to you, didn't I? In fact, I've been getting to you for quite a while now, haven't I? That was cute the way you tried to hide the front of yourself from Sheryl and me. You're protruding a bit right now, correct?"
Kevin's balls were beginning to ache with desire. He suddenly grew bold and began kissing her breast. She made no effort to resist and, in a moment, she lifted her negligee all the way from the bottom and guided his mouth to her taut nipple. Kevin sucked gently, not wanting to alarm her as her little moans of pleasure spurred him on.
"Ummmmm," she purred. "But Kevin, remember we must be very quiet. Here, my dear. There are two things for you to suck-not just one. This little piggy has none." She had become the patient instructress Kevin had dreamed of. "Oh, that's perfect, Kevin," she said. "That's it . . . both of them . . . but suck harder ... so I can hear ... I love to hear you sucking them."
Mewing now, Kathy arched her back and began moving her chest from side to side to increase his losing and regaining contact, to bring forth the sucking sounds she wanted to hear. Then her hand stroked his leg, her fingertips tickling slowly upward until they reached his crotch. She emitted a pitiful little squeal as she desperately gripped his hot member in her hand.
"I suppose you didn't dream that I wanted you as much as you've wanted me, Kevin. I've thought about you-holding your nice male spear in my hand like this ever since last summer. You didn't know that, did you? I swear I'd have given you poison oak again if you hadn't made some kind of approach. I saw you trying to hide your hard-on today. I knew you wanted me -that it was just a matter of time. Do you think I'm awful?"
"No, no," he gasped. "I think you're beautiful. I think you're wonderful. Could we-could I-I fuck you?"
He knew it was crude and hasty the instant the words were out but he couldn't restrain himself. He had to put his prick in her pussy. He had to find out what a cunt felt like."
"If you want to," Kathy breathed, "but let's -let's play a little while longer, shall we? We've waited a long time for this, Kevin. You're a man now and you must learn to take your time with a woman."
Her hand was squeezing his cock more urgently now, milking his juice from its throbbing tip. "Ummm. it's so nice and hard, Kevin, and you're nice and wet down there. This is the best time of your life, Kevin. You're so young and firm and-and eager."
She spread her legs wide apart, one leg hanging over the couch to permit his hand to move up her satin-smooth inner thigh and, at last, rest on -her dripping love-slit. It was like dipping his fingers in a bowlful of melted butter, the swollen labia and downy hair lining her cunt lips eager and slippery. She drew her other leg up until the heel of her foot was against her buttocks and began a slow, pumping motion. Lightly at first, then harder, Kevin began rubbing her love nub at the top of her gushing crease.
"Oh, Kevin!" she sighed. "You are a big boy now! You know where-right where to do it. Ummm. Yes . . . yes ... at the top . . . right on my clit. How-how did you know that's right where a girl likes it? Ummm. You know a lot already, but-but I'll teach-teach you more. That's it. Ummm. A little higher ... no, not that high. There, that's better. Yes . . . ."
Kevin's throbbing erection in Kathy's soft stroking hand was becoming sheer torture, the most delightful torture he had ever experienced. She was going to let him fuck her and her hand was squeezing harder, harder. He still could barely believe that this was happening with Kathy. It was like a dream-some wild, wet dream. Without prompting, he slid his finger inside her slick snatch and probed exploringly the velvet furnace his cock would soon enter and continued to massage with his thumb her nerve center at the top.
She was shuddering now, clenching his wrist tightly and thrusting her pelvis at his sopping-wet hand. He had two fingers inside her pleasure cave as he pushed hard to meet the pressure of her uncontrollable spasms.
Suddenly, as though emerging from a trance, she pulled his hand away from her cunt, broke away and lay with the back of her head against his aching balls. She stared up at the ceiling then, rubbing her eyes with her fists, and began sobbing softly.
"We-we shouldn't be doing this," she panted. "What on earth are we thinking of? We can't do this here in your father's house . . . it's my fault . . . please ... go to your room, Kevin ...go!"
Kevin was dumbfounded. "Please!" he heard himself pleading. "Please, Kathy! I can't stop -not now!" He felt as though his groin were about to explode. "Nobody ever has to know. It'll be a secret-our secret. Please!"
She searched his eyes for what seemed a long time, pondering in the dim light from the television screen. "Poor darling," she said, finally. "Maybe you could do it to yourself. I'll help you and I-I could watch your beautiful spouting. You do it to yourself sometimes, don't you?"
A weird look spread over her features-a look Kevin had never seen before. Groaning, he buried his face in his hands. Was he cursed? Was he going to get this close to fucking-actually fucking and then be denied. "Yes, yes I do it to myself sometimes," he said. "But when I do, I think of you." It was partially the truth. He often imagined fucking Kathy when he jacked off.
Staring up intently at him from his lap, she said, "You'd never tell, Kevin? It would be our
Then Kathy was riding again, her legs spread to the breaking point as she ground her heaving tummy against his stomach and ground her cunt lips hard against his pubic hair to feel every inch of his stiff dick against her inner pleasure hole. Kevin felt as thought every pore of his swollen, rock-hard pole were ingesting her love fluids, extracting unbearable heat from the gripping cavern, the scalding flesh that squished about his tingling organ.
Holding back, because of the others in the house, Kathy's ecstatic whimpering nevertheless grew louder, shriller, and when she began coming, her hoarse, guttural whispers became pleading breath-whines. "NOW! NOW!" Oh. Kevin! Yes! NOW!"
Kevin felt as though the top of his head would blow off and his balls would disintegrate as the delicious, orgasmic current wracked his spasming body. They lay there, clasped tight together, spent and panting, until finally Kathy said, "We'd better go our separate ways now, Kevin, my sweet. We did take an awful chance, you know. Next time, we won't have to hold back. We'll arrange to be completely alone, love."
Kevin's hard-on at last dwindled to nothing and he pulled his shorts back up.
"I hate to leave you now," Kathy said, "but we have no choice, do we?"
"No, I guess not," Kevin said, and then, "Kathy, thanks for the best moment of my life.
Honest."
She hugged him hard and kissed him again before she tiptoed off to his father's bed. Kevin flicked off the television and then he too tiptoed to his room and climbed into bed. Beside him, Sheryl snored sonorously-a little girl snore. Funny, he thought. He would have guessed that his sister would have given him his first fuck, but instead he had lost his virginity to a mature woman.
He felt good all over. At last, he knew what if felt like to stick his prick between a female's legs. He felt very adult as he dozed off to sleep. Poor Sheryl was still a virgin. She would have to wait and be his second fuck.
V
The northern California sun made Kevin's bare back glisten with sweat as he pushed the gasoline-powered lawn mower back and forth, back and forth over the large front lawn. Sheryl stayed pretty much in the shade as she raked leaves and pulled weeds daintily from the flower beds.
This morning, at breakfast, their father insisted Kevin mow the lawn today-before going to the movies this afternoon. Harvey Lathrop had been hungover and grouchy and had reminded Kevin and Sheryl that he could not afford to be just handing out money to them all summer unless they earned it. Performing chores about the place to earn spending money was nothing new to Kevin. He'd mowed the lawn and raked the front and back yards last summer, too. But it was his father's grumpy mood that had annoyed him-that and Harvey Lathrop having left early to play golf with his drinking cronies. Kathy had obviously been upset by his impromptu, early departure.
The lawn was nearly finished now and Kevin decided to take a breather in the shade of the weeping willow. Breathing hard and sweating profusely, he leaned against the handle of the mower. The engine still running, the vibrating wooden handle sent the most pleasant sensation he'd ever felt from an inanimate object. He pressed his penis harder into the handle, and the sensation increased. God, he had discovered a new way to come, he was certain! He knew he could come if he continued pressing his crotch to the handle. "Sheryl! Hey, Sheryl! "he called above the sputtering motor. "Come here! Quick!"
Sheryl dropped her rake and came over. Kevin stepped aside and pushed her buttocks so that her pussy rested against the mower. He grinned as her face slackened and her mouth dropped open. "Feels pretty wild, huh?" he said.
"Wow!" she said, pressing harder, grasping the handle to increase the pressure against her clitoris. "You-you could really come with- this thing," she gasped in amazement. "Boy, does that feel good. Oh, wow!"
"Go ahead," Kevin said. "Come. I'll wait. Go ahead and come."
Sheryl's eyes were blinking rapidly and she shuddered, waiting for the climax that seemed about to come when, just then, Kathy came from the house and walked down the driveway.
Sheryl saw her and backed away from the mower, obviously disappointed and frustrated at the interruption.
"Oh, Kev, I would have come in another few seconds," she groaned. "Darn it!"
Kathy came trotting up the driveway a moment later, waving an open letter in her hand. "Kevin! Sheryl!" she yelled.
When she reached them, Kevin turned off the mower to hear her. "Laura, my daughter, is flying here from New York next week to spend part of her vacation with us!" she cried. "Oh, I'm so happy. I haven't seen her in over a year. You'll like her. She's slightly older than you- seventeen-and rather sophisticated but you kids will have loads of fun together." Kathy looked at the letter again. "She says she's starting classes at the university next year. Oh, I'm so happy," she said, clutching the letter to her breasts as she returned to the house.
Kevin had seen pictures of Kathy's daughter. Laura was a very attractive girl. Her father, Kathy's first husband, was a big advertising executive in New York. He looked at his watch and then at Sheryl, who shook her head and stared at the mower. Her sexy mood had passed. Kevin glanced at his wristwatch. "Well," he said, "if we're going to get to the theater by 1:45, I'd better finish this lawn."
He and Sheryl both worked quickly then, Sheryl raking and pulling weeds and Kevin practically running as he finished the remain-
Ill ing uncut lawn.
Saturday afternoon at the Grant Oaks movie theater resembled, somewhat, a "rockfest" gathering. It was as though every teenager from surrounding rural areas converged on the old building atop the knoll to socialize. By car, foot, bicycle or thumb, they had come-not so much to see the film but to gather with their own age group. Kevin and Sheryl parked and locked their bicycles, then found Mark, Connie and Jeff standing in line. Mark sneaked them in front of him and then they stood there talking excitedly, jeering at the box office which had not yet opened.
Kevin whispered in Mark's ear. Then the two of them said they'd be back shortly and walked down to Montgomery's Drug Store. It was cool inside. Mark pointed at Mrs. Montgomery's helper, the hunch-shouldered Ralph, who stood behind the candy counter. Mrs. Montgomery was busy behind the soda fountain.
"Go ahead," Mark whispered. "Just go over and ask him. Hand him the dollar and ask him." Kevin did, even though he was nervous, and Ralph took his money and handed him a pack of rubbers from his pocket. Mrs. Montgomery didn't see a thing!
Outside, the pack of rubbers in his pocket, Kevin felt elated. He felt guilty though. Ralph was obviously stealing from Mrs. Montgomery. Mark explained that Ralph had once been in
Folsom Prison, but he didn't know why. It was just a rumor. When they reached the theater again, the box-office had opened and the line was moving. Minutes later, they bought their tickets and sat down to wait for the picture to begin.
Everywhere, boys and girls were pairing up, seeking partners to kiss and fondle once the lights went out. Mark and Jeff were scanning the room eagerly, their mouths full of popcorn.
"Why don't you boys mosey around?" Connie suggested to her brother. "Find yourself some new stuff. Look, there's Valerie," she said. Then she whispered in Sheryl's ear.
"Yeah," Mark said, studying Valerie Hopkins, a redhead he'd once fucked. "And she's got some friends with her. C'mon, Kevin, Jeff. Let's go and get us some finger-fucking' stuff."
Kevin hesitated, reluctant to leave his sister.
"Don't you worry about us," Connie said. "I'll look after Sheryl. Denny Blanton and Sid Klett are here. They're fairly gentle boys. We'll be just fine. Go on and leave us girls alone."
The boys reached Mark's friend, Valerie, just before the Coming Attractions came on the screen and the house lights went out. As though by command, Valerie and her two friends separated, leaving a space for each of the boys beside them. Mark's and Jeffs arms went around the girls at once and Kevin put his arm around the girl beside him, too. She was fairly attractive, good breasts, dimples in her rosy cheeks, wearing her light brown hair in a pony tail. He inhaled a strong scent of perfume as she put her head on his shoulder and said, "My name's Wendy. What's yours?"
"Kevin," he said, and squeezed her arm harder as her head nestled between his head and shoulder. She was a veteran all right; she didn't plan on wasting any time. Up front, Kevin could see his sister and Connie with Denny Blanton and Sid Klett settling down to a loving session, too. He felt a tinge of jealousy at the sight of Sheryl in the strange boy's arms.
"You're new, aren't you?" Wendy said beside him. "All you have to watch out for is the usher with the flashlight. Here, you can put my sweater over your lap," she giggled, wrinkling her nose and running her fingernail along his leg. Then she took his free hand and held it encouragingly to her breast. She wore no bra and her tit was nice and firm in his hand. He kissed her cheek, intending to make a slow approach; instantly her head turned and her lips engulfed his. Then she drove her tongue deep into his mouth. Oddly, her pace was so fast, her actions so unexpected, that he felt uncomfortable, despite his limp prick stiffening inside his pants. He imitated Mark and Jeff, though, who had their hands up under their girls' blouses, rubbing their, titties and French kissing urgently.
This was the first movie theater Kevin had ever attended where nobody, absolutely nobody, watched the movie. John Wayne was up there on the screen doing a terrific job, Kevin could tell by the sound, but nobody knew what the hell he was actuary doing. Everybody was too busy with pussies and titties and cocks to worry about good guys and bad guys and wagon trains and Indians. The Grant Oaks Theater was a giant whore house for teenagers! You bought your ticket, sat next to a female and groped away to your heart's-or rather your hard-on 's-content. He should be enjoying it, he knew, but he couldn't get his mind off Sheryl. Somebody was feeling up his sister and it bothered him to think about it. He wondered if they actually fucked here in this theater. He wondered why he hadn't had this experience last summer. Then he realized that the "gropers"-he among them-occa-pied only the left section of the theater. Yes, that was it. He had been younger last year and he and Mark and Jeff had occupied the right hand side of the theater.
Wendy was blowing in his ear now and her fingers walked up his trouser leg and settled on his crotch. She blew into his ear and whispered, "Boy, you've got as big a wanger as Jeff. Put my sweater over your lap and take it out: I'll play with it and you can put your finger in my pussy, okay?"
Wendy was a veteran all right. She didn't wait for him to take his cock out. She unbuttoned his fly deftly, her sweater camouflaging the movements of her experienced fingers, then took his hot erection out and began stroking it. Not entirely satisfied, she dug deeper down into his Levi's in a moment and lifted his testicles so that she could manipulate them, too.
"Nice nuts," she said passionately. "You got a real nice threesome down there, Kevin. We'll have to get together alone sometime, huh?" She stopped her fondling of his genitals long enough to place his hand under her dress. He had wondered why all the girls in the theater- at least more of them than usual-were wearing dresses today. Now he knew! They wore dresses so that the boys could play with their bare pussies more discreetly. Wendy wore no panties!
Now she guided his hand to her slit and prompted him by rubbing his fingers up and down her wet cunt. Already its juice had dripped onto the seat, making a little puddle there. He fingered her pussy, still thinking of Sheryl, but Wendy's skillful tickling and toying with his cock was getting to him.
"Boy, you know right where a girl likes it, don't you?" she breathed. "You been around. Tell me 'fore you come. I got a tissue in my purse for you to squirt your stuff in." She squeezed his prong extra hard then as if to prove how considerate she intended to be. "Squeeze my nips a little harder." she urged, "and I'll come pretty soon. We oughta be able to get three or four comes in during this matinee, right? All 'cause you're so sexy."
Kevin accommodated his newfound sex part- ner and tweaked her nipples harder until, shuddering all over, she reached her climax. "Ohhhh," she breathed, fighting to keep from making too much noise. "That was a good one. Give me a minute to kinda rest up and we'll get your dong to shoot off. Whew! That really was a good come. I feel limp all over!"
Wendy was too artful to let his hard-on dwindle, even though she had been momentarily satisfied. She kept jacking his sheath of flesh over the gristly erection and blowing into his ear. "Ya got any rubbers?" she asked.
"Yes," Kevin said, proud of the fact that for the first time in his life he had prophylactics with him.
"Good," Wendy said. "When this here show's over maybe you and me can go into that olive grove back of the theater and do the job right. I'll let ya fuck me 'cause I like ya."
She spoke just like Connie, Kevin thought, with that same straight-forward attitude about sex. His attitude toward "country girls" was changing radically. They were easily the most aggressive, fuck-minded females in the world! Oddly, though, this straight-forwardness, this frankness, puzzled him and took some of the delicious mystery out of sex. Somehow it was more exciting to wait and wonder-as he had with Kathy-whether they would or wouldn't fuck. Somehow he perferred to make the advances. Without knowing it, Wendy was driving him away. It was crazy, he knew, but he had no particular desire to fuck her pussy. It was wet and inviting and hot, the same as Kathy's or Sheryl's, but he would rather fuck either of them and leave the aggressive Wendy to stallions and bulls-to the local boys who maybe wanted their girls to be so forward.
"You-you'd better stop," he said then. "I gotta take a leak and-and then I'll hurry on back." He was conscious that he was imitating her way of speaking, her local dialect. He did not wish to offend her. He only wanted to find Sheryl-desperately. She complied, and when his hard-on had sufficiently died to avoid detection he got up and walked the aisle to the lobby. As he went, he saw that all the girls seemed to have sweaters over boys' laps. Their heads were close and the jiggling of hands beneath dresses and sweaters was everywhere. He wondered how many hard-ons and gushing cunts now occupied this theater. Probably a hundred at least, he thought.
In the lobby, there was only a uniformed usher and two girls behind the popcorn and candy counter. The usher stood at the door, staring out at the bright afternoon. It occurred to Kevin that he was a very wise usher. Probably, he knew full well that if he looked too hard with his flashlight inside he would find so much he could do nothing about that it would be ridiculous. Trying to stamp out sex play in the Grant Oaks Theater would be like trying to put out a forest fire with a squirt gun!
In the men's room, Kevin took his prick out and stood in front of the urinal. It took a while for him to piss. His prick was still slightly stiff and sperm clogged the channel, but finally he managed and he pointed the stream at the little round deodorant cake in the drain. He always did that. He liked to watch his hot stream of urine melt away the scented disk before his eyes. As he stood there, pissing, he read the graffiti people had scrawled on the wall. There were pictures of male and female organs copulating and all the usual four-letter words. There were names of girls, too, with their telephone numbers and descriptions of what they did best. "Margie sucks cock," one said. "Ginuy takes it in the ass," another one proclaimed. But the one that really caught his eye read: "WENDY FUCKS IN THE OLIVE GROVE- IF YOU'VE GOT A RUBBER!"
Kevin laughed out loud as he slipped his cock inside his fly and buttoned up. It was the same Wendy he now sat with. It had to be. He had the distinct feeling that Wendy would fuck anywhere, though-not just in the olive grove behind the theater. He thought of his sister, Sheryl, again. What if some boy wrote Sheryl's name on the men's room wall with her telephone number beside it. The thought was too painful to bear and he shut it out at once.
He washed his hands now and decided that he would go to get his sister. He didn't want any moron writing about his sister in men's rooms.
Above the sink, written in huge letters, there was a fancy FUCK YOU. That was something he never understood. Why did people take one of the best things in the world--fucking-and turn it into an insult? You didn't say, I want to fuck you to a girl you hated, so why did you say, Fuck you, to people when you were mad at them? Damn you, he could understand, buy why people said fuck you he could not comprehend.
Kevin dried his hands and stepped into the lobby. To his amazement, Sheryl sat nervously picking at her fingernail on a padded bench. "Sheryl," he said, delighted to find her. "What are you doing out here?"
"What are you doing out here?" she replied.
"I don't know. I had to go to the men's room," he said. "Why are you just sitting here?"
"That boy next to me, Sid, he's well- don't know. He's nice-looking and everything but he's sort of gruff. I guess I liked the way he was playing with my titties and kissing me, but I-I hardly know him. I just don't feel right letting some boy I hardly know stick his finger inside my cunt. I guess I'm a prude. I don't feel that way with you, Kev, and I didn't feel that way with Donald either-because I knew him. This seems just too-too cold."
Kevin smiled and hugged his sister hard. "Sheryl! This is really weird! I feel exactly the same way. I'm sitting with a strange girl named Wendy who's practically ready to rape me and I'm thinking about you. Come on, let's go in and sit together. To hell with Wendy and Sid!"
A frown of indecision came over his sister's beautiful face. "Won't it look strange, though, for us to be sitting together in this movie house?"
"So who cares," Kevin said, taking her by the hand. "Besides, it's dark and nobody can see us. Come on, Sis."
Kevin led the way and they took two seats in the next-to-the-last row. They were practically alone here. Kevin put his arm around Sheryl and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Kevin, what are we going to do? I feel so much better with you than with any other boy. I know it isn't right to feel this way about you but I-I can't help myself." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and he kissed her forehead and hugged her tight.
"We love each other, sis, and there's nothing we can do about it. Why should we sit with these creeps when we have each other." He dropped his hand and cupped her breast. Instantly his cock jerked to its full erect length and stood twice as eager and hard as it had been with the voracious Wendy. "Here," he said, guiding her hand to his crotch. "Feel. It only happens that fast with you, because-because I love you. I love everything about you, Sheryl."
Her hand gently groped at his familiar cock, ran up and down tracing its outline with her thumb and forefinger. "It's my cock, isn't it?" she asked. "My pussy is yours. Does your prick belong to me?"
"Yes, Sis," he said. "It's all yours." Except for last night with Kathy, he had never felt such intense emotion with any female. Kathy was different, though, he told himself again. She was his instructress. But it was Sheryl, his sister, that he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When this summer vacation was over, it would be just himself and Sheryl. He couldn't tell Sheryl about fucking Kathy, because he had promised to keep their secret. In a way, his promise to Kathy was just as important as the pact with his sister.
Kevin took Sheryl in his arms now and kissed her long and full on the mouth. Their mouths parted and the tips of their tongues played twirling, darting games. Her firm breasts pressed hard into his chest as they encircled each other totally with their arms, despite the intervening arm rest.
She pulled away from him then and her eyes fastened to his in the varying light of the picture screen. Her blue, female Lathrop eyes, tender and moist, looked into his blue, Lathrop eyes. Then, brother and sister again locked in a fierce embrace. Kevin's hands crept up beneath his sister's blouse and softly caressed her twin ivory mounds. His session with the coarse Wendy had excited him and he was primed. Sheryl had been primed, too, and they lapped at each other's lips hungrily, seeking fulfillment and crushing their bodies together.
"I love you, Kevin," Sheryl said. "I'll never love anybody the way I love you. When can you fuck me? Oh, God, I'm crazy, Kevin. I was just now thinking I wanted you to fuck me so I could have your baby. Oh, God!"
"I love you, too," Kevin sobbed. "And there's nothing wrong with feeling the way we do. It's all because of-of babies. If we don't have babies, anything we do is all right. It's just because we're brother and sister that we can't let you get pregnant. The kids we'd have would be -not right."
"Yes, I know," Sheryl said sadly. "It's all because of babies. We can do anything if I never get pregnant." Again, she crushed him to her. "Oh, and I want to do everything with you, Kev. Today that creep convinced me for keeps. It's just you I want-you!"
Sheryl had no sweater. The day was too hot for anybody to wear a sweater except the girls of Grant Oaks who had brought them to cover the laps of the boys they jacked off at the Saturday matinees. Still, despite the lack of covering, Kevin slid down low-in his seat and turned onto his side. Fumbling, they both got his cock out and Sheryl muttered. "Your big, hard cock is mine!" Her hands were all over his genitals then as her mouth drank thirstily from his, sucking on his tongue as though she would extract it with intense suction.
They went on, alternating. He sucked her tongue and then she sucked his. It was a poor substitute for the sucking they both craved-each other's genitals-but as Kevin ran his fingers up and down the length of his sister's gushing love chasm and her hands milked his engorged member lovingly they both knew deeply the meaning of their tongue-sucking. Their tongues became vagina and penis and they feasted at each other's mouths knowing this as their hands de-. livered the pleasure their mouths were denied in this public place.
Sheryl came first, emitting a little uncontrollable shriek that caught the attention of several couples two rows in front of them. She writhed, sinking her teeth deep into Kevin's neck to withhold further squeals of ecstasy as she continued pulling at his hot love-pole. Kevin, too, began grunting and had to bury his face against his sister's breasts to muffle his frenzied babbling. Then, as he felt his balls getting ready to empty their contents in a mighty outpour, he reached for Sheryl's vagina and, gathering all of her lubricant that he could with both hands, he drank of his sister's love juice. He was lapping her drippings from his palms and fingers, like a man dying of thirst, when his sperm surged through his shaft and shot in burst after burst into her waiting palms. Like her brother, Sheryl then lapped his love juice from her fingers and palms.
Both satiated now, they pressed their open mouths together and, tongues entwining, let the juices of their bodies intermingle in utter abandon. It had been a sacrament-an almost holy and sacred thing between brother and sister to rival the most ravenous of rituals ever conceived by even the incestuous Egyptians! It was as though they had briefly spanned the ages, time, and dwelled in some distant dynasty where today's sins were accepted and condoned. Do you, Sheryl, take brother, Kevin.. . .
Consciously, neither Kevin nor Sheryl knew this, only felt intuitively the significance of their act, only sensed it-and this was not ancient Egypt but Grant Oaks. And the lights that now illuminated the room were not flames in some ancient temple but the house-lights of a motion picture theater in a small town in northern California. . . .
Jarred back to reality, thepresent, Kevin fumbled to replace his member inside his pants once again as teenagers passed glancing curiously at them. The movie was over.
"There you are!" Sid Klett said, spotting Sheryl. She had deserted him and the anger was clearly visible on his face. "So you'd rather jack off your own brother," he spat. "That's great! You two and Mark and Connie make a great foursome." He laughed viciously and left, his friend, Denny Blanton, close behind him.
Mark, Jeff and Connie came up the aisle then, studied them quizzically and then Mark said, "Maybe we'll see you tomorrow, huh? Give me a call early and maybe we can go to the river again or over to Deer Grove and horse around."
"Sure," Kevin said, embarrassed. There was something in Mark's voice, plus a look on the faces of Connie and Jeff that seemed to say: We can understand diddling with your own sister, but why not save it for home? Why sit necking with your sister in a public place when there are plenty of willing non-sisters around. Kevin couldn't be certain, though. Maybe it was all in his imagination. He'd been lost in the warmth and wonder of discovering his love for his sister, experienced emotions he had never felt before, and he couldn't be certain of anything right now. He and Sheryl left then and, without speaking, rode their bicycles home.
That night, when the lights in the Lathrop house were out and all was silent, Kevin crawled into his sister's bed to consummate what they had begun that afternoon in the theater. Lying close together in a state of bliss, Kevin held the rubber in his hand and kissed his sister longingly. It was then that she told him that her period had begun-two days early-and for hygenic reasons they'd better wait. "I'm afraid to try it now," she said. "Soon as I'm over the 'curse' we'll do it, though. I want it as bad as you do-even more!"
They were in the midst of a deep kiss when the door flung open and light filled the room. Their father, less drunk than usual, stood in the doorway glaring at them.
"So there is something strange going on between you two!" he growled. "I got a phone call this afternoon. Somebody who wouldn't give his name said you two were kissing and carrying on in the theater. What's wrong with you two? What are you doing in the same bed together?"
"Sheryl was having a nightmare," Kevin lied. "I-I came over to make sure she was all right."
"Yes," Sheryl said, "I-I was scared and Kevin got in bed with me because I asked him to." Sheryl said. "That's all, Daddy. Honest."
Harvey Lathrop's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's this business at the theater then? I'm a dentist in this town. I've got a reputation to uphold."
"A boy just got fresh with me, daddy, and so I sat close to Kevin for protection. It was probably the same boy who got fresh with me that called you."
Harvey Lathrop nodded. "All right then, but get in your own bed, Kevin. Something strange is going on here. I'm not sure what." He watched Kevin move to his own bed. "It's a good thing Kathy's daughter, Laura, is coming to visit. We'll put her here to sleep in this room. Then I'll be sure there's no monkey business!"
He eyed them both suspiciously for a moment; then he flicked off the light and closed the door.
VI
Twice during the following week, after Kevin and Sheryl had gone to bed, their father burst into their room unannounced. Luckily, both times they had been in their own beds. But Harvey Lathrop's suspicions inhibited them, especially Sheryl, and they agreed to postpone their intense desire to have sexual intercourse together, actual fucking, until they were completely alone and would not be interrupted by their prying father. For some reason, fate seemed to conspire against them, and they were never completely alone. They spent the hot summer days pleasantly, though, swimming in the river, bicycling over the rolling countryside with Mark, Jeff and Connie, stealing oranges from local groves and, once, horseback riding. They reveled in their leisure, their temporary reprieve from the smog and noise and buildings of Los Angeles. Both Kevin and Sheryl suspected that it had been the jealous Sid Klett, Sheryl's would-be lover at the theater, who had telephoned their father, but they could not be sure.
When Saturday arrived-the day of the party at Denny Blanton's house-their father again displayed his suspicions by asking all kinds of questions. As they waited for Mark to pick them up in his father's car, they assured Harvey Lathrop that the party would be properly chaperoned (which was a lie) and that they would be home by eleven o'clock. Actually, they intended to get home whenever they pleased. Their father, they guessed, would be so drunk by then he wouldn't know what time it was, anyway. Kathy would not be home until late either -maybe not until the following morning. A neighbor, Mrs. Lockhart, had gone to the hospital for an emergency operation and Kathy had gone to help the woman's husband with the children.
In a way, it was ironic that their father's suspicions were so misdirected, Kevin thought as they waited for Mark to arrive, because last Wednesday he had spent over an hour in Harvey Lathrop's own bed, fucking Kathy to his heart's content! It had been beautiful there in the big master bedroom-just the two of them lying naked and fucking without fear of interruption. Kathy had mentioned that she needed a few things from the store and Sheryl had bicycled into town to get them while Kevin, presumably, stayed to help Kathy move some "heavy things" in the garage.
Even now, Kevin felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he recalled vividly their mutual excitement at being alone at last! The instant Sheryl had disappeared from view, Kathy led him to the bedroom and they stripped down hastily and lay lapping and clawing at each other's bodies.
Kevin was there now, remembering. . ..
Kevin lay on his back watching Kathy, her hair hanging down over her face slightly, her blonde locks tickling his abdomen and groin as she feasted on his stiff prick, making a meal of his organ, holding it at the base with both hands, alternately flicking her tongue up and down the sides and over his balls and then engulfing his entire shaft, taking it deep into her throat and moving her clenching full lips in short, upward jerks until, reaching the purplish and swollen head, she paused and twirled her tongue over the most sensitive spot and inserted the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the dribbling crown.
"Ummm. You have a magnificent cock, Kevin!" she said, studying it and running her finger over the pulsing, engorged vein on its underside. "Really beautiful!"
Lying on their sides, they sixty-nined; Kevin fingering the glistening hole, drinking in and gulping hungrily the near-transparent fluid clogging her beautiful pink passion-channel. In the daylight he could marvel at every detail of her cunt as he drew each feverish lip deep into his mouth and cleansed it, laved it. It was beautiful, too, spreading the pussy lips wide apart -wide apart as possible-and massaging her faintly scented pubic mound as he settled his lips over the rosebud of her clit, gently letting his tongue dart back and forth while she moaned in frantic accompaniment and nursed harder on his own organ.
When he fucked her-slid his rod between the drenched hot lips and into the depth of her-she raised her legs high so that they rested on his shoulders and gazed at him in a pitiful half-smile as he sank his wedge of meat to the core of her being. Then, scooting up on her hands and knees, she showed him how dogs did it-how their dog, Herbert, would do it-and he gripped her ivory buttocks hard and fucked her that way, too. Her ass in the air, her head low, she stared up from the mattress, massaging his balls and gazing at his slurping exit and entrance for a long time before she got on top of him. It was beautiful in that position, clutching her ass, licking at the globes dangling in his face. Several times she stopped her rhythmic pumping and leaned far back, holding her tummy and jiggling her hips and saying: "It's all the way up, Kevin-up inside me as far as it will go. Ummm."
Just when he thought she might break his cock off from leaning back so far she began whimpering, staccato-like, and rode him hard.
Her lips smothered his face with kisses and she rode him like a jockey. "Yes, baby ... yes, baby . .. yes, baby .. . yes, yes, yes----"
Kevin lifted his buttocks high off the bed with each thrust, driving his tingling ramrod home again and again until they both reached the heights. Kathy screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed in a heap on top of him, spasming and emitting deep sobs.
Finally, glancing at the clock, they had showered together, laughing as they sudsed; unfortunately, hurrying somewhat to be dressed and innocent-looking when Sheryl returned.
Now, waiting for Mark to arrive and pick him and Sheryl up for the party, Kevin concentrated on making his hard-on go away before he had to stand up . . . not that Sheryl hadn't seen his hard-on before and not because his father, as a man, wouldn't understand . . . but it just struck him as bad form to be running around with an erection all the time. He had learned several things: he loved his sister more than any female on earth, but when it came to the art of fucking Kathy probably had no competition. Yes, Wednesday had been something. Dandy!
In a few minutes, a car horn sounded from the driveway. Sheryl kissed her father and she and Kevin left for the party.
Denny Blanton's house sat far back from the road and was surrounded by large oak trees and assorted shrubs and bushes. His parents had gone to New England for a two-week vacation: hence the party at the Blantons'. Denny's parents trusted him completely, which was rather foolish since he was totally irresponsible- practically everybody in Grant Oaks was aware of it, except, of course, his parents. Denny had been planning this beer party since the day his mother and father informed him of their planned vacation and told him of their faith in his "maturity"-his ability to look after himself and the house in their absence.
Now, Mark skidded his father's car to a stop in the Blantons' driveway and he and Connie and Jeff, Kevin and Sheryl knocked on the door. Denny opened the door and let them in. "Good God!" he said. "I never heard such knocking in my life! Come on, grab yourselves a beer." Denny was tall-almost six-feet-with reddish-brown hair, prominent nose and an incongruously high-pitched voice. He looked like an adult but sounded like a child.
It was seven-thirty and already the party was in full swing. Loud rock music blared from the hi-fi and everybody sat or lay on the floor drinking from cans of beer. There was Sid Klett, handsome as ever in a Gregory Peck sort of way, but with those same dark, sneaky eyes, and Wendy and the other two girls Kevin and Sheryl had seen at the theater last week, plus a few others they hadn't met. Denny introduced Kevin and Sheryl to the strangers, then led them to the kitchen. The sink was crammed with ice and beer cans and there were two bottles of whicky, partly empty, on the table. Denny opened a can of beer for each of them and then they returned to the living room and sat on the floor with the others.
"We're just starting Seven Minutes in Heaven," Denny explained. "It's sort of like Spin the Bottle only better. Somebody spins the bottle until it's pointed to a boy and girl, then the two of them go into the bedroom for seven minutes. Once they're in the bedroom whatever they do is their business, okay?"
Everyone agreed and the game began. The first to be selected were Wendy and Jeff. Everyone whistled and made cat-calls as the couple went into the bedroom together. Some of the kids wandered out the back door to the patio then and sat sipping their beers and staring up at the stars. Denny was timing Jeff and Wendy and would let them know when their seven minutes were up.
Sheryl had already finished half of her beer and was beginning to feel giddy. Except for one New Year's Eve-last year it had been-she had never drunk beer. She gulped from the can feeling very adult, feeling more and more light-headed. Pretty soon Sid came over carrying two more full cans and pulled his chair beside hers. She finished her beer and accepted the full one he handed her. "Thanks, Sid," she said.
"I really shouldn't give you a beer," he said. "After all, you deserted me in the theater just when things were beginning to get interesting."
"I know," she said, giggling. She was beginning to feel tipsy from just the one beer. "That's why I left. Things were getting too interesting." She saw that he had a glass, half-filled with whisky on the ground.
"Want a sip?" he asked, holding the glass of liquor up so that it looked like amber or gold in the moonlight.
Sheryl had never tasted whisky. "Sure," she said. She took a big gulp and chased it with beer. She got the whisky down but made a face and began choking. "Wow! It's like fire!" she coughed, wondering how her father could drink so much. It scalded her throat and spread warmth clear down to her feet and tickled her toes. She felt strangely mellow, though-self-confident and mellow.
"So it got so interesting you had to run away and neck with your brother, huh? I don't think that's very nice," he said.
"Who said we were necking?" she said. "And also I don't think it's very nice to make anonymous telephone calls to somebody's parents."
"Who called anybody's parents?" Sid asked, sipping his beer. "And even if I did, so what? Would you be mad?"
"Mad?" she said, sitting up straight. "Are you kidding? My dad gave us holy hell and he watches us all the time, like we were some- some kind of freaks."
"Well, aren't you? How many girls sit around necking with their own brother? You were. I know it. Kevin had a hard-on when the lights came up."
Sheryl took another gulp of beer and stared up at the stars. She felt wonderful. She didn't feel angry with Sid or anybody. Suddenly she didn't care if he had called her father. She could forgive him; she could forgive anyone for anything. "Did you call our Dad?" she asked. "If you did, tell me. It's okay. I'd understand." She was aware that her own voice was beginning to sound slurred, like her dad's when he'd had too much to drink.
"Yes," Sid said evenly, slipping his arm around her, "but can I tell you why? I did it because I was jealous. I really am sorry, Sheryl. You're so beautiful and I was so excited being with you. Then you went away and didn't come back and-and I just got nutty I guess." He kissed her on the cheek. "Forgive me?"
Sheryl scowled at him, kiddingly. Right now, feeling an intense glow from the alcohol, she felt flattered that he cared enough to do such a crazy thing. "All right," she said, after just the right amount of deliberation. "But don't ever do anything like that again. You don't know my father!"
"Okay, I promise," Sid said. "I looked for you at the movie today, but you weren't there. So I just sat by myself. Maybe next week you'll let me take you."
Sheryl focused her eyes with difficulty on this boy asking her for a date and realized for the first time what being in love with your own brother meant. She liked Sid well enough now, sure, but she did not want to date him. She didn't want to date anyone but Kevin. The awful part was that she couldn't tell him the truth. She could never tell anybody the truth! She would have to hide and lie and sneak for the rest of her life. She would have to make excuses forever and people would eventually think it strange that she didn't date boys-strange that Kevin didn't date girls either. And people would suspect and there would be awful things -things like Sid's telephone call. She and Kevin would have to put up some kind of false front so people wouldn't guess. Yes, she knew this instant. Both she and Kevin ivould have to have dates with others so nobody ivould know. This sudden realization made her smile fetch-ingly at Sid. He represented the enemy-one of many more to come-and she thought of her smile now as only the first of many in a long line of deceptions. She would have to inform Kevin of this truth she had discovered, she thought, and then she said, "Sure, Sid, I'd love to go to the movies with you next Saturday."
"Okay, everybody!" Denny called from the living room. "Jeffs and Wendy's time is up. Come on in for the next spin of the bottle."
Jeff and Wendy came out from the bedroom then, both looking disheveled. There was a big wet spot right on Jeffs pants zipper, Sheryl no- ticed, and she wondered if they had fucked. Seven minutes wasn't very long-not unless you started fucking the second you got inside the bedroom, she thought.
Everybody sat in a circle again, except Jeff and Wendy who had already had their turn, and Denny spun the bottle. When it stopped it pointed at Kevin. Denny spun the bottle again and this time it pointed between Connie and Janet, the girl Mark had played with in the theater last week. Denny squinted, trying to make a decision, then he said, "It's pointing just a hair more at Janet. Kevin and Janet get to spend seven minutes in heaven," Denny said, and they left for the bedroom.
Sheryl felt a tinge of jealousy as Kevin disappeared with the good-looking redhead, but she forced herself to remain calm. I can never show how I feel, she told herself. Never.
Connie whispered in Sheryl's ear. "Your brother ain't gonna get laid even if he has a rubber," she said, obviously feeling the effect of the alcohol herself. "That Janet don't put out for nobody. I know. She's a virgin with a steel cunt! All the boys say so."
"A steel cunt?" Sheryl repeated, and they both giggled uproariously.
"Yeah, and little ball bearings for titties!" Connie said. "Poor Kevin! He'll be lucky to get jacked off!"
Both of their beers were empty again, and they went to the kitchen for fresh ones. Sid ar- rived then and opened the cans for them with a flourish. "Let's go outside and talk some more, Sheryl," he said.
Connie winked at Sheryl and went into the living room so the two of them could be alone. Outside, just as they stepped onto the patio, Sid grabbed Sheryl around the waist and pulled her to him hard. Then he ground his mouth against hers and ran his hands down over her hips and clutched her buttocks. She didn't resist him as he pushed his rising dick at her cunt and kneaded the cheeks of her ass. She merely turned her head, disengaging their mouths, and stared stupidly at him. He meant nothing to her, really, but their little show might help dispel any rumors about herself and Kevin. She stood there with her arms about his shoulders, still holding her half-full beer can.
"Maybe we should have a little more whisky," she slurred.
"Good idea," Sid agreed and went into the kitchen. In a moment, he returned with another glass of liquor. He took a big swallow, Sheryl did too, and then they curled up in the canvas swing together. Sid undid her bra and began kissing her neck and playing with her bare titties. Sheryl didn't mind at all. She let him go on tickling her nipples and dry-fucking her stomach with his hard-on. From time to time they laughed, feeling their alcohol as the sex play continued.
They were still lying close together, carrying on that way, when Kevin, who had finished his disappointing session with Janet, came looking for Sheryl.
"Come on, Sheryl," he said gruffly. "Get up and stop making an idiot of yourself with that creep."
"He's not a creep," Sheryl said. "He's a telephone caller-an anonimonish telephone caller, right Sid?"
"Right,' Sid said, snuggling closer. "Why should any ol' brother have you? I called because you're so pretty and I wanted you for myself," he mumbled.
Sheryl had rarely seen her brother really angry, but now, even though the alcohol had made her reasoning hazy, she saw his temper flaring to the bursting point. But it was too late to stop him. Kevin lunged and, grabbing Sid by the shirt, jerked him to his feet. "So you're the stinking bastard who called our Dad," he snarled, wobbling slightly himself. "I thought so."
"Whatsa matter, Kevin? You want your sister for yourself, huh? Nobody can fuck her but you, huh? Gimme a telephone-so I can call Doctor Lashrop-tell him his son wansa fuck his daughter, okay? Wheresha phone?"
Kevin hit Sid then, square in the jaw-sent him crashing into the flower bed. Sheryl screamed and jumped up and grabbed her brother's shoulder. He was trembling all over.
"No, Kevin! Please! He didn't mean it. Don't hurt him!"
Turning, Kevin silenced her with a vicious backhand to her cheek that sent her, too, falling to the ground. Sheryl stared at him, not believing what had happened. Kevin had struck her, actually smacked her in the face. Rubbing her smarting cheek in disbelief, she sat there sobbing hysterically.
"Kevin," she cried, her chest heaving. "How- how could you? After-after what we said to-to each other. ..."
Sid had regained his composure now, stood up and came menacingly for Kevin. Sheryl didn't wait to see the outcome. She ran sobbing through the house and out the front door. Stumbling, from the alcohol and from shock, she made her way along the dirt shoulder of the two-lane road. It was a long way home-nearly two miles-but she didn't care. She didn't care if she ever saw any of them again. Kevin, her brother, had slapped her and the anguish and humiliation she felt now overwhelmed her, consumed her as she tottered for the safety of home. She saw the headlights of a car approaching from behind. The car slowed as it passed her and turned onto what appeared to be a narrow dirt road that led into the olive grove just ahead. She pushed on-sobbing, tripping.
She had just passed the dirt road onto which the car had turned when she saw the hunched figure of a man, not more than ten yards away, come running directly at her. She stopped dead in her tracks, her hands at her mouth, wondering if this were a nightmare, an hallucination from drinking too much whisky. She was completely alone-no cars in sight-alone with this approaching monster!
The big man grabbed her now, gruffly, picked her up in his powerful arms and ran back again for the cover of the trees. She screamed, kicking, terror surging through her, but there was nobody to hear her cry for help in the still night. She screamed again, louder this time, and the man's big hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
"Shut up!" the deep voice commanded. "Shut up or I'll have to knock you out, you hear?"
They emerged from the olive trees now and her assailant ran slower, breathing hard, as he trotted staggeringly toward a battered car parked well up onto the dirt shoulder of the narrow, deserted side-road. When they reached the car, the man let Sheryl slide to her feet and, holding her wrist in a viselike grip, opened the door with his free hand and flung her inside. He climbed in after her and slammed the door.
"Don't make a sound," he said, still panting. "And don't fight me. I won't hurt you if you don't fight me."
Sheryl's heart hammered inside her chest as she huddled against the door. What did he mean by "Don't fight me?" she wondered. Did he plan to rape her? Oh God, no! she thought. God, no! Please, God! Where was Kevin? She had been crazy to run from the party-crazy to run away from the warm protection of her brother.
"Please?" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Please, don't-hurt me? Don't rape me and hurt me, please! I'm only fourteen. I'm a-virgin. Please? Please? I'm-so-so-scared."
He still held her wrist. In the moonlight, she could see that his eyes were on fire with lust- fierce desire. He pulled her toward him, crushed his body to hers and roughly groped at her breasts. "I'm not gonna rape ya, girlie. I promise I won't rape ya. So relax. I told ya I wasn't gonna hurt ya if you're quiet and do what I say."
Headlights showed from the main street, some thirty yards away and the sound of an approaching automobile. Still clutching Sheryl to him, he glanced nervously over his shoulder until the car had passed; then he grinned evilly and began stroking her hair. "Pretty hair," he muttered. "Soft. Real pretty hair-shiny in the light."
He seemed hypnotized, insanely fascinated with, her hair. He went on stroking it lovingly, even gently, as he spoke of its texture, the way it hung down "so pretty over the shoulders."
Was that all he wanted from her? No, she thought. A man wouldn't drag her from the road just to admire her hair. Was he a kidnapper? Maybe he was planning to kill her and leave her body in the grove. They would find her body, naked and mutilated by this madman, who still muttered compliments as he stroked her hair, running his fingers through it, caressing each strand as though it were precious, as though it were gold or rare silk!
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she submitted to his fondling. He had ceased touching her breasts now and, with both hands, worship-fully manipulated her black, shining hair. Somehow, his tenderness frightened her more than his previous roughness. It was as though he were calming her, preparing her for something awful and violent.
"Been drinkin', haven't ya?" he asked. "I can smell it on your breath. What's a little girl like you doin' drinkin'? Don't ya know booze dries things up-dehydrates 'em. Booze'll make your hair dry-take the pretty shine out of it. I'm gonna brush it now so it'll shine even prettier. Don't stop me! I won't hurt ya if ya don't try to stop me."
Still holding her wrist, he reached over and opened the glove compartment. Then, fumbling, not taking his eyes from her hair, he withdrew a brush!
"Turn and face the other way," he said evenly.
Was he going to bludgeon her with the brush? Sheryl asked herself. Surely he wouldn't just brush her hair! Oh, God! Please! Save me, please! she thought again.
He began brushing then, with long even strokes. Oddly, he was tender beyond belief and, again, his tenderness frightened her. What unspeakable act was this sadist's brushing of her hair a prelude to? But he continued, brushing, brushing, while he groaned in admiration at the shine of her raven-black tresses. He seemed to like the word "tresses," for he repeated it over and over again as he brushed.
And then, barely noticeable at first, Sheryl felt the car began to rock in a rhythmic motion. Terrified, she glanced over her shoulder and saw that this weird stranger was doing what she prayed he wasn't doing. But he was! Slowly, brushing her hair with one hand, he was jacking himself off with the other!
She sat frozen to the seat, unable to move, wanting to cry out for help now that both of his hands were busy. As the rocking of the car increased, she considered making a dash for it- opening the door and running-but she could not move. She sat there, paralyzed, waiting for the worst.
The old car began rocking faster now, squeaking as the tempo of the man's hand jacking off his cock increased. He dropped the brush to the floor suddenly and began moaning hysterically as he petted and squeezed the black tresses, gently but more urgently.
"Come here, girlie," he panted, turning her around. In the moonlight, she could see that he had a good-sized prick. But it was crooked, like no boy's organ she had ever seen. It curved to one side, like a banana.
"I'm gonna come in your hair," he grunted. "I told ya . . . I wouldn't hurt ya and I meant it.. .
I'm just gonna . . . gonna come in your hair, that's all . . . gotta come in your hair, girlie . . . 'cause it's so shiny . . . smooth . . . soft. . . ."
Sheryl stared at his fist pounding hard at his stiff, curved prick and at the desperate expression on his face. And then, suddenly, she knew he meant it. He was going to come in her hair and that's all. Her fear diminished as she realized this truth. He was some kind of sex kook who just wanted to come in her hair! Relief and gratitude surged through her at this discovery. He was not going to rape her and he was not going to kill her. But she knew she had to be tactful. In his own way, he was a nut and she would have to cooperate and then assure him she wouldn't tell afterward. Instinct told her this.
"Bend down here, girlie. Do as I tell you and I'll . . . just come and then let you go. I promise . . . bend-bend down here."
She did not move fast enough to satisfy him apparently, because for the first time since he'd started brushing her hair he grew rough and jerked hard at her hair until her face was staring at the dripping end of his cock, just inches away. He didn't try to stick his cock in her mouth, but instead arranged her hair so that it draped over his testicles and tentacled about his bone-hard prong. He pounded harder, faster, grunting like some crazed animal as he stared in abject worship, his eyes bulging, at the dark strands of hair encircling his genitals.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," the man grunted explosively, as though he had stubbed his toe, or was delirious.
With his free hand, he moved Sheryl's hair back and forth hard against his testicles, and then he gushed, sending the scalding white clumps of his jism spurting onto her hair, drenching the long black strands with his sticky fluid and staring, enraptured, at the contrast of his sperm against her soft, black hair. His passionate cry sounded like a man yodeling as he reached his bucking climax. Then, methodically, he squeezed at his organ, mopping up every drop with Sheryl's hair.
He lay with his head back on the seat then, staring up at nothing. Sheryl sat up, too, wishing she had a tissue to remove his jism from her hair but afraid of triggering some violent reaction from this degenerate. Yes, she had heard that word often. Degenerate. That's what he was.
"Think I'm pretty strange, huh, girlie?" he said. It was not a question; it was a statement. "Well, you try spendin' a lot of time by yourself-years-and you'll think up some strange things yourself." He held his face in his hands, obviously feeling guilt. Sheryl was afraid to utter a word.
"I'm sorry if I scared ya," he said, finally. "I could go to jail for what I just did to you. Know that? Yeah, they'd send me back for this all right. 'Send the freak back,' they'd say."
Sheryl felt desperate. If he truly thought she would tell, he might do anything. She decided to risk speaking. "I-I won't tell," she said. "You didn't do me any harm, as you promised, so I won't tell anyone. You kept your promise to me. I'll keep my promise to you. All right?"
She tried to sound casual, nonchalant, even though she was terrified out of her wits. What would he do now? she wondered. He just sat there, resting and thinking.
His head still resting on the seat, he turned and faced her. "It don't matter whether ya do or ya don't. I wouldn't hurt ya anyway. I may be slightly nuts but I ain't cruel. You'll prob'ly tell your pa or somebody, but I guess that'a natural. Go ahead. Go on home, girlie. I'm sorry."
He reached across her and, for an instant, panic seized Sheryl. But he was only opening the door, pushing it open so that she could leave. She slid out and stood there for a moment. Was she crazy? She knew she should be running for her life, and now she just stood there wondering whether or not to say goodnight! For some inexplicable reason, she felt intense pity for this lonely man who had just jacked off in her hair. She turned then and walked fast toward the main road. And then she was crying- crying and running in the moonlit night for the safety of home.
There were lights on in the Lathrop house and her father's car was parked in the carport as
Sheryl staggered up the driveway. She went in through the front door and saw her father sitting on the living room couch, a bottle of whisky on the coffee table in front of him.
Harvey Lathrop turned his head as she came in, a stupid grin on his face as he welcomed his daughter. "Hi, sugar," he said. He was obviously drunk, drinking openly and later than usual because Kathy was not there to control him. "Where's Kevin?" he asked, blinking, and then, "Jesus, what you been doing? Your hair-it's a mess!"
She wanted to run and throw herself in her father's arms, blurt out the horror of her experience with the strange man in the olive grove, but she knew she had to clean herself up. "Kevin's still at the party," she said. "We had an argument so I came home early."
"Argument?" he said, his head bobbing slightly as he poured straight whisky into his glass. "You and Kevin arguing? What the hell for? Hey, how come you're such a mess? Hey, come over here."
She remembered the man's voice, resigned and defeated, as he sat there in the old car. You'll prob'ly tell your pa or somebody . . . Yeah, they'll send me back for this all right . . . Send the freak back. . . .
"Just a minute, Daddy," she said as calmly as possible. "I-I want to go to the bathroom for a minute. I'll be right back."
In the bathroom, Sheryl looked at herself in the mirror and cringed. God, she looked as though she had been to some wild sex orgy, she thought. Her hair was tangled and all stuck together from her assailant's fondling and ejaculation, and her eyes were all puffy and red from drinking whisky and crying. She washed her face with cold water to minimize the puffiness beneath her eyes and on her cheeks. Then she filled the washbowl with hot water and washed her hair thoroughly with shampoo. She rinsed it then and dried it vigorously, as though her rubbing could erase the night's experience; blot it from her memory forever. Finally, she wrapped her head securely in the turkish towel, making a turban, and returned to the living room.
"What'd you do," her father asked as she sat down beside him, "take a bath?"
"No, I just washed my hair, it-it was dirty." Suddenly, without warning, tears flooded her eyes as she realized she was home, safely at home with her father. All restraint left her and she threw herself against him, held him close and sobbed in despair. "Oh, Daddy... Daddy!"
"Whatsa matter, sweetheart?" he said. "If Kevin hurt you, if he laid a hand on you I'll smack his butt good. He's not too old for-"
Sheryl reached up and gently shushed her father's mouth with her hand. "No, Daddy," she pleaded, calming herself. "Please! Kevin didn't hurt me. We just argued and then I left and walked home. I fell, that's all-tripped and fell."
"What were you arguing about?"
"Nothing important. I was just in a bad mood. It's all over now. I wanted to come home and be with you, okay?"
He stopped ranting then, pleased that his daughter had wanted to be with him. He, patted her head and affectionately rubbed her back in a slow, circular movement with his big hand. "My baby came home to daddy, eh?" he cooed soothingly. "Daddy loves his big girl very much," he said, still rubbing her back.
Safe and secure in her father's arms, Sheryl kissed him on the cheek and nestled lovingly. His hand felt good and reassuring as it moved down to the small of her back, lingered there briefly before it slipped up under her blouse and continued massaging bare flesh. A warm, tingling sensation ran up her spine and she slipped her own hand onto his chest where his bathrobe had parted and clawed lightly at his furry chest. She thought nothing of it when he unhooked her bra and began rubbing harder over the entire length of her back.
"You're a grown up girl now," he purred, "but you're still your daddy's baby, aren't you?"
"Ummm-hmmm," she answered, palming his chest more firmly. It was odd, but she felt that same secure and loving feeling she had often felt with her brother, and when her father's warm hand moved from her back to her breasts and softly palmed them she didn't resist-didn't want to resist. Her breath came faster and, glancing down, she saw her father's penis bulging inside his robe. She found herself wondering what it looked like-this male protuberance that had come in her mother's vagina and created her and Kevin. She tried to cast the thought out of her mind but, despite herself, she knew she was being aroused. Maybe it was because of that strange man masturbating in her hair, she thought. She had been repulsed at his crooked organ, but at the same time, the sight of his spurting prick and his desperate need had touched off some unknown, almost maternal pity that lay deep and dormant within her.
While one hand continued to fondle her breasts, her father's other hand roamed pleasantly over her stomach now, the tips of his fingers nudging her pubic mound. It felt good and she spread her legs ever-so-slightly apart and waited to see if he would actually touch her pussy. And then a feeling of fear seized her and she felt her body stiffen as the consequences of what they were leading to struck her.
He seemed to sense her mood. "Here, my sweetheart," he said, reaching for the tumbler of whisky, holding it to her lips. "You've had a hectic night. Take a little sip and you'll relax. Go ahead, dear. Take a sip and you'll feel better."
She did, and for the second time this evening she felt the scalding heat of raw whisky in her throat, followed by an indescribable warmth as the alcohol flowed through her veins and warmed her clear down to her toes. In a moment, she felt good again-the way she'd felt at Denny's party. Her father still played with her titties and moved nearer her pussy.
"Daddeee," she found herself mewing as she spread her legs still wider and moved to bring his hand in contact with her moistening nest. He began running his finger up and down her damp indentation, toying with her clit as he pressed harder against her nipples with his other hand. They were both breathing hard now, set on a course from which there was no return, and they both sensed it. "Dadeee, you make- make me feel so good. It's so wonderful to be close to you and-and feel you touching me. It's all right, Daddy, isn't it? Tell me it's all right? What-what we're doing?"
"Yes, it's all right. Daddy wouldn't lie to you, but-but it has to be a-a secret. You know that, don't you?"
"Ummm-hmmm ... a secret," Sheryl repeated.
Her reply that what they were doing would be a "secret" removed the last trace of hesitation and uncertainty from her father's searching hand. He worked his hand beneath her skirt, parted her trembling knees and stroked her wet cunt through her panties. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band at her crotch and ran his fingers up and down her waiting, wet slit. He parted his robe in a moment and she saw that he was naked, his thick rod stiff as any young boy's she had ever seen. Someone had told her that older men's cocks didn't get very hard, but her father's cock stood proud and eager, anxious for cunt-heat, searching for its natural habitat. She took it in her hand and felt it pulsing. Then she bent down and planted a kiss right on its hungry, bulbous head. She hoped her father didn't detect her experience; she longed to keep his respect; but she went all mushy suddenly and she knew she wanted to nurse on her daddy's cock and suck it hard, every bit as hard as she'd sucked Donald's or Kevin's or Mark's.
He helped her overcome her reticence by applying pressure to the back of her head. She placed her lips about her father's stiff meat then and worked slowly up and down. She wanted to suck him just right. He was an older, more experienced man and she wanted to please him, didn't dare disappoint him. She guessed that she was doing all right, because he said, "Yes, my little sweetheart," in a far away voice that sounded as though it felt good-very, very good. She took his balls in her hands and jiggled them slightly to see if he liked that while she licked his prick. He groaned, so she decided he liked that, too.
He stopped her then, raised her face to his and kissed her long and hard, before he lay her back on the couch and slid her panties down over her ankles. He tossed the panties aside, took hold of her legs just beneath her knees and lifted until her pussy and ass became a sort of platform staring him in the face. Her knees were touching her shoulders and she loved the thought of offering him everything-offering her daddy everything she had. "Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?"she asked.
He stared at the beautiful "W"-gazed lustfully with eyes mad with desire at his daughter's cunt and anus. "Yes, baby," he panted. "Daddy's going to fuck you, but first he's going to kiss your pretty puss-your beautiful, beautiful puss."
"I-I've never been fucked, Daddy," she warned. "I hope it won't hurt too much."
"I'll go nice and easy," he promised, removing his robe and sliding it under her buttocks. He wasn't as drunk as she had thought because he knew they shouldn't stain the couch. The silken robe was smooth and cool under her ass. "You know Daddy wouldn't hurt his baby," he said. "It might hurt just a little at first, but then it'll be all right. I promise."
Sheryl felt her father's hard dick pressing against the entrance of her juicy cavern, the big head forcing its way into her waiting channel. At last she would know what it felt like to have a prick inside her! The idea excited her. She was about to be fucked-fucked by Daddy! She pumped slightly, trying to hasten his entrance, and placed one foot up on top of the couch and the other foot on the floor. "Oh, Daddy . . . Daddy . . . fuck me, daddy . . ." She urged in a childlike voice.
"Yeah, honey, Daddy's gonna fuck you," he rasped. "Pretty soon it'll be all the way in." He had hold of his shaft, watching, staring at his thick member as it pried into the tight, virginal folds of his daughter's love hole. Suddenly he stopped the pressure, ceased pushing, and withdrew his pulsing organ. "Now I'm going to lick it and make it feel even better before I stick it all the way in, honey," he said, scooting down.
Her daddy's tongue was in her pussy then. She could tell he had licked more pussies than any of the boys she had known. He was more experienced than Donald or Kevin and his tongue found new places to explore-places that yielded pleasure Sheryl had never known. His head moved lower, too, and he tongued the rim of her anus. Briefly, she felt a tinge of embarrassment, but as the heat and texture of her, father's wet tongue settled into her rear entrance, she felt one of the most exquisite sensations she had ever known. She reached down, parting her buttocks with her hands, and spread the cheeks as far apart as possible so that her daddy could lap and feast even more greedily.
After a long time, he raised up then and began working his hard-on into her cunt again. He pressed harder, harder, and then she felt a sharp pain that brought tears to her eyes as her father's organ ended her virginity-deflowered her, took away that prized possession which could never be restored. The big cock plunged into her depths, right to the hilt, and Sheryl Lathrop had become a woman.
She felt like a woman, too, with the hard prick way up inside of her, plunging into and against flesh that had never been probed before. At first, it had felt as though her father would split her apart but, gradually, there came elasticity and her inner chasm stretched sufficiently so that it did not hurt so much. She yielded, tentatively thrusting with caution, thrilled at the thought that she was being pierced, stabbed, impaled by a stiff male organ. Several times she asked him to move more easily and he complied, apologizing.
"Don't worry . . . about . . . about getting . . . pregnant, darling," he puffed. "Can't . . . can't make you . . . you pregnant ... I had ... I had an . . . operation . . . can't get you . . . pregnant. ..."
Subconsciously, the fear of pregnancy had been with Sheryl since her father had first pressed his member against her vaginal opening. His breathless assurance that she could not get pregnant removed the last vestige of her inhibition. She pounded her heels into his back, locked her mouth to his and nearly swallowed his tongue. Then, tearing her mouth from her father's, she raked his back with her fingernails and drove her pelvis in total abandon at his slamming cock.
"Oh, Daddy . . . Daddy," she whimpered in a little girl's voice. "Fuck me hard, Daddy, Fuck me harder . . . harder! It hurts but if feels so good. Stick me, Daddy! Stick it way inside me hard ... Daddy, Daddy ... ohhh...."
Her father's hands held both cheeks of her ass roughly, pulling the smooth and pert little butt savagely at his intruding tool. His thrusts became rotating and piston-like as pelvis rammed pelvis, the hair of their pubic mounds scrapping, grinding together, until Sheryl thought she would scream out hysterically at the intense pleasure deep within her scalding-hot snatch. Her cunt became a river and she could hear wet, squishing sounds as her juices ran in rivulets down into the crack of of her rear, bathing everything in their path and drenching the silken robe beneath her.
Her father was fucking every drop of fluid from her and still she begged for more. He responded by inserting his finger in her sopping wet ass hole, shoving all the way up and tickling against the thin fleshy partition that separated both holes. He wagged his finger back and forth, hard.
"Oh, my beautiful Daddy. Oh, God! Daddy that feels so good. Oh, Daddy! Stick me in both holes. Ummm ... yes!"
She became delirious then, muttering words and thoughts she had never dared to think. She told her father that she had always wanted his cock, had always wanted him to stick his big prick inside her since she had been a little girl . . . had always wanted his crammer in be- tween her legs, prayed for it, dreamed of it! And telling him, she knew that it was true! She had dreamed of it, but she had purposely forgotten the dreams, buried them deep within her mind because she had thought they were "naughty" dreams, "dirty" dreams. It was as though, she were speaking from some reservoir nobody, especially herself, had ever seen or knew about. But there was nothing "dirty" about what she now felt as she was transported to the heights- the highest peaks of ecstasy-and the dam broke spilling forth every secret thought and sexual longing she had felt for so long and she kept telling her father to fuck her hard, harder, that she had always wanted him to fuck her . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck his little daughter . . . his Sheryl.. . .
Now the erect driving organ spearing deep within her brought forth a near-convulsion of pleasure as wave after delicious wave of incomparable tingling washed over her entire body, bringing blessed relief, jolting her to the core before catapulting her heavenward . . . she saw starlike specks and flashing colors as her daddy's body bucked to completion. He yelled in a voice, not his own but a wail that was demonic and not of this earth. "I'm coming, baby . . . coming . . . coming in your ctunnnitl There . . . there it all is . . . shooting inside of you . . . Aaahhhhhhh...."
Sheryl held her father's buttocks hard against her, wanting every spurt of his swirling seed in- side her-way up high inside-and none of the sperm escaping or going to waste. None. To her surprise, her father's ejaculation did not feel like a hose gushing nor a current against her innards, as she had imagined it might feel. She could not even feel individual spurts of his hot jism. She did feel the spasm of the stiff rod, though, as it poured out its milky-white load again and again into the depths of her, and she pictured his rigid instrument of delight, actually visualized it, as it spewed pearly cream at loving darkness, welcoming heat, the juicy receptacle for which it was made, and it was beautiful....
Deep sobs wracked her body as she lay with her father's full, shuddering weight on top of her, his dwindling erection emitting the last of its load; draining.
It was not until then that the full impact of what she had allowed to happen struck her, and she became consumed with guilt. Her father must have felt guilt, too, because as they cleaned up the evidence of their act, they moved about in silence. There was a crimson stain on her father's bathrobe, where her buttocks had been -proof that she had given Harvey Lathrop, her father, something she could never regain. He bunched up the stained bathrobe and, naked, walked to the bathroom, apparently to wash the blood with cold water.
Outside, where he had been standing for a long time staring through the slightly parted drapes, Kevin unclenched his fists slowly. He wished that he had never left the party to find Sheryl and make amends. At this moment, he hated his father more than anything or any person he had ever known. Gagging, he went quickly to the thick hedge that surrounded the Lathrop front yard and vomited. When he had expelled .the last of his venom and disgust, and his nausea had passed, he stood staring up at the stars, waiting for his sister and his father to make themselves presentable before he entered.
VII
The arrival of Kathy's daughter, Laura, changed the entire course of the summer for Kevin and Sheryl. Not only did her sleeping in the same room with them prevent their sexual activities, but her "uppity" manner put a complete damper on their vacation. She shunned the river because it was "dirty," and Kevin's and Sheryl's friends because they were "coarse and ungrammatical." She was attractive, true, with long auburn hair and stunning green eyes, and very sophisticated for a girl of seventeen. But to Kevin and Sheryl she was a complete and total pain in the ass and they secretly referred to her as "The Governess."
Laura Manning spent her days mainly indoors, reading, talking intimately with her mother, or occasionally taking the dog, Herbert, for long walks. For some peculiar reason, Laura and Herbert became inseparable companions, which amused Kevin and Sheryl who delighted in speculating endlessly on the possibility of some "unnatural relationship" between the two. Also, Laura was extremely cool toward their father; at times even cutting and vicious.
It was several weeks before Kevin and Sheryl accidentally discovered the reason why Laura and Herbert had become so fond of each other. They had returned earlier than usual from the river and were wheeling their bikes into the garage when they stopped dead in their tracks and gaped in amazement at what they saw. There, in the cool, semi-darkness of the garage, Herbert was licking away at Laura's pussy. Laura stood with one leg up on the dusty work-bench and tugged at the animal's collar, pulling his snout hard into her cunt. In the other hand, she held a jar of honey which she was pouring over her stomach so that it dripped down into the crevice of her vagina, thereby motivating old Herbert to lick even more hungrily!
"Good, boy! Good, boy!" she urged, all trace of her phony, sophisticated accent gone as the dog dined at her crotch. Suddenly, sighting Kevin and Sheryl standing there quietly observing, she shrieked in horror and held her dress in front of her nakedness. "Bad dog!" she snarled, slapping Herbert then. "Oh, did you see what this-this hideous beast was doing?" She kicked Herbert and, totally bewildered, the dog slunk over to the darkest corner and lay down. "He- he attacked me!" Laura said. "Did you see what the unspeakable thing was doing? Ugh! What a filthy dog! How disgusting! I-I'll never let that beast in my sight again."
Laura planned to be a drama major in college next fall; yet this performance was not convincing.
"Sure," Kevin said, grinning. "That Herbert's a devil all right. He went in the house, got a jar of honey, dragged you out here to the garage, undressed you, put your leg up on that bench and then attacked you. Herbert's cunning. He should be in the-the C.I.A or something."
"At least the circus," Sheryl added.
Laura Manning, The Governess, seemed at a loss for words for the first time since her arrival. "Certainly, you don't think for an instant that-that I'd voluntarily permit Herbert to- to do such a thing," she sputtered. "I mean- really!"
"Come on. Cut it out," Kevin said. Who cares? If it feels good and you like it go ahead and let him lick your pussy."
"Why not?" Sheryl agreed. "Don't worry. We won't reveal your precious secret."
Laura eyed them appraisingly. "Promise you won't tell?"
"We promise," they both chorused. Then Kevin said, "Believe me, there's plenty of things going on around this house. Things you wouldn't dream of. It's good to see you and Herbert have joined the club."
Laura seemed relieved but still a little apprehensive. "What club are you talking about?" she asked. For the first time she seemed genuinely sincere, her voice natural and honest.
"Oh nothing," Kevin said, "but I'll tell you one thing. Nights are going to be a lot more interesting than they have been this past month. Maybe we can have a little fun when the lights go out again, huh Sheryl?"
Sheryl nodded, giggling. She had gotten over her guilt feelings about fucking her father finally, after two weeks of not being able to look him in the eye. Now she talked to him, just as before, and they both conducted themselves as though nothing had happened. She still felt some guilt about not telling Kevin-about breaking their pact-but there were some things you couldn't tell anyone. Like letting Herbert lick your pussy, for instance, she thought now as she looked at Laura. Catching Laura this way meant that she and Kevin could do whatever they pleased in their bedroom once again. It meant they could fuck at last, and Laura wouldn't dare tell on them!
Laura still gazed at them suspiciously. "I'm serious," she said. "What did you mean when you said there were 'plenty of things going on around here?' " she asked. "Do they have-have anything to do with your father?"
"Why?" Kevin asked, matter-of-factly.
"Because your father deflowered me-that's why. Two years ago when I was visiting here your father fucked me!" She blurted the information out defiantly, as if to punish them for finding her with Herbert. To her amazement, neither of them seemed particularly interested. She frowned, puzzled. "Don't you understand what I'm saying?" she said. "Your father fucked a fifteen-year-old girl!"
"Hmmm," Sheryl said. "I bet the fifteen-year-old liked it or she wouldn't have let him fuck her."
"Yes," Kevin said, in the same casual manner, "and Herbert licked a seventeen-year-old girl's cunt. I told you there were plenty of things going on around here, didn't I? Well, there you are."
Laura stared at them, thunderstruck. "Nothing seems to shock you, does it?"
"Myabe girls who let dogs lap their cunts," Kevin said, "But people are likely to do just about anything with other people. That isn't so shocking. I wouldn't go around telling people about your-what did you call it? Deflowering? Especially Kathy. If you told that, people might find out about you and Herbert, too."
"You're nothing but dirty little blackmailers," Laura said."
"Call us whatever you want," Kevin said. "Just don't tell anybody what you just told us."
Kevin, too, had learned to live with the fact that his father had fucked Sheryl. It had been more difficult than anything he could remember -but he had managed it. Besides, he had slapped her that fateful night and she'd been at- tacked by that weird man in the olive grove (She had told him about that, but not about fucking their father) and most important, he'd fucked Kathy, hadn't he? Altogether they had fucked four times now. He wondered how Laura would receive the news that he had fucked her mother! That would be a good one to lay on her--just dandy! He decided not to reveal this information to Laura. For one thing, she might get hysterical sometime-like most of the females he knew-and blurt out the all the true facts. That would not be good-not good at all. Harvey Lathrop may have fucked his own daughter and stepdaughter, but he was no doubt crazy when it came to his oivn female-like most of the males he knew. Besides, things were complicated enough already, and it looked like they were going to get even more complicated. Practically everybody had done something to everybody else sex-wise (including Herbert), and the alliances, allegiances and secrets were getting too difficult to keep track of. Startling facts were being disclosed, pacts were crumbling; everybody seemed to have gone sex crazy and become slightly nutty and so Kevin didn't see any reason to tell Laura that he'd fucked her mother and what a really terrific fuck she was. Wheiv! Yes, she was. No, he'd better pass on that, he decided. He was sad that his and Sheryl's pact was over, though. It had been over for a long time now. That ivas sad. Coming of age was sad. "Okay," Laura said. "I won't tell if you won't tell."
"Agreed," Kevin said. "Nobody tells anybody anything about anybody and we'll all have fun, right?"
That night, when the house was still and dark, and Harvey Lathrop lay snoring in still another one of his drunken stupors while Kathy lay beside him with her pillow over her head, trying to sleep, Kevin crawled into bed with his sister for the first time in over a month. Laura was still awake, but he didn't care. They had caught her dog-handed, with Herbert's snout right in her snatch, and now she couldn't squeal. "The Governess" had been muffled for good.
"Ummm, Kevin," Sheryl said, snuggling as he climbed in beside her. "It's so nice to lie close beside you like this again." She put her arms around his neck, squeezing him hard and shoving her silky pussy against his already stiff cock. He had the rubber in his hand, the rubber he thought he would never be able to use on his beautiful sister since "The Governess" had arrived. For now, he put the rubber underneath the pillow and used both hands on his sister's firm, naked body. Their mouths met, opened and played tongue games while Kevin ran his hands eagerly over his sister's shoulders, back, the swell of her delicious rump and kneaded her titties. He kneaded them all right-really needed them. Lovingly, he coaxed their nipples erect, then played with them for a long time while he told her how much he loved her. Finally, he scooted down a little and engulfed each ivory beauty alternately in his mouth. He wished he had two mouths so that he could suck them both at the same time. No, he wished he had three mouths and three hands, too. He sucked hard on each nipple, making loud sucking noises because Kathy liked her tits sucked that way. Sheryl must have liked it, too. She stuck her fingers in his ears, just as she had that first night they'd arrived in Grant Oaks when he'd sucked her pussy, and her chest began heaving excitedly. When he inched his hand down slowly over her rib cage, gently fondling the well-defined but slight protrusion of her tummy, then tickling her navel before toying with her silken nest and her upper legs, Sheryl removed her fingers from his ears and took his cock and balls in both hands. She held his balls as if weighing them and his cock as though it might get away.
"I love you," she said. "I love everything about you and I always will. No matter what happens I'll always love my Kevie." Then she added, "And no matter what already has happened."
Even now, excited by the rippling of his sister's fingers over his genitals, Kevin was glad she included "has happened" in her little love vow. She was trying to be honest even though she couldn't bring herself to tell him she had fucked their father. He respected her for that. It was good to respect someone you loved as deeply as he loved his sister. He palmed her soft mound and went on sucking her nipples, taking his time. Sheryl continued to milk his stout wanger, pulling at it the way you pull taffy, and it seemed to grow with every tantalizing tug. Her palms were somewhat rougher than they had been at the beginning of the summer- from holding the handlebars of her bicycle, he guessed-and, strangely, the faintly calloused palms felt even better than Kathy's smooth ones against the delicate foreskin and sensitive head of his prick as Sheryl slowly jacked it and mewed in his ear.
While his sister worked methodically but with finesse on his prong, Kevin let his hand dip into his sister's scalding honey hole and fluttered all four fingers about her seething labia. She reacted immediately to this new tactic, mewing louder and squeezing even harder on his stiff meat.
"God, Kev," she moaned. "It feels bigger than ever before! Is that possible?"
"Maybe it is," he replied. "Maybe it's bigger and harder because it knows it's going to slip inside someplace hot and warm where it's never been before. Sis, I've wanted to fuck you for so long ... so long . . . forever it seems. ..."
"Ummm ... I know . . . me, too . .." she said. "Just think, Kev-for the first time your balls can shoot off inside my pussy." She cradled his testicles in both hands then and, uttering a little squeal, threw the blanket back and bent and showered his furry balls with deep, wet kisses. She suddenly seemed hopelessly in love with his full scrotum, his big, almond-shaped baby-makers within their flesh sack. She drew each testicle deep into her mouth and nursed with great of care-laved each one in adoration with her tongue until Kevin felt certain he knew how a girl must feel when a boy drew her pussy lips deep into his mouth. It must feel the same, he thought, as a tingling current ran from his groin and up his spine to the top of his head.
"Oh, Sis," he groaned. "That feels so good with my balls in your mouth. Do you like to do it?"
"Aahhgg ... ummmm ... aahhgg," came her muffled reply, her mouth full of her brother's flesh bulbs. She was trying to get the whole sack in her mouth and having trouble. Finally, she gave up and just lapped, like Herbert, and tickled her brother's ass hole with her fingertips the way her daddy had done to her. She rose from his genitals then and boldly straddled him, sliding all the way up until she sat on his chest. She parted the lips of her cunt with both hands and offered her hole to her brother's mouth. "Here, Kev," she said. "Please lick my clit."
Kevin gripped her buttocks, tickling her ass hole as she had tickled his, and gulped all the juice he could swallow from the bottom of her pussy before probing and lashing at her clitoris with his tongue. "Kevin . . . Kevin ... oh, I could come right now!"
Sheryl restrained herself though, and slid back down over her brother's chest, leaving a wet trail all the way down to his engorged and waiting hard-on. She held it in her hand and used it for her own pleasure, rubbing its dribbling head about her clit, cunt lips and asshole. She felt a strong urge to sit down hard as she held his cock pressed at the rear entrance, but she became afraid that it wouldn't fit and decided against this, even though she wanted him inside her there, too. She craved her brother's beautiful organ in every cavity she possessed !
Now Kevin wanted to fuck. They had done everything else practically, and now he wanted more than anything to sink his shaft deep into his sister's delicious cunt hole, feel it stab high and far into the depths of her. He had seen her that night with their father and he now knew that his cock was considerably bigger than his father's. Somehow, this thought excited him even more, because he would be jabbing into areas of cunt heat his father had not been able to touch! He could not be the first, he knew, but at least he would be fucking his sister as no other man thus far had fucked her. But he wanted to be on top, as his father had been, so that she could compare and know who fucked best. He wanted to plunge into her snatch with her legs high, as their father had done. He had already fucked with a woman on top of him. It had been good that way with Kathy, but he'd already experienced that. He wanted his sister on her back, her cunt driving up to meet his thrusts. At the moment, it seemed more male to be on top, holding the object of his sperm captive and helpless beneath him-pinned and at his mercy as he stuck her good and fucked, fucked, fucked her. He loved the gracelessness, too, of a girl with her legs apart. All his life they had teased and tormented him, sitting primly with knees close together, permitting only an occasional glimpse of thigh or panties or garter belt. Or even in bikinis, at the beach, they sat there letting him peer at the indentations between their legs, leer at their milk mounds that never quite revealed their nipples. Clothes, clothes ... always covering their fuck-and-play places until you took their prim poses away and lay them on their backs, clutched their asses hard in your hands and fucked them with all that primness gone once their legs were wide apart and flailing. They looked sort of ridiculous then-spread out that way and getting fucked, pierced. The pose was gone and you stuck them right where they lived. Yes, they did look ridiculous spread wide that way, ridiculous and beautiful. It was- no, it had to be-the most ridiculous and beautiful sight a man could see. Men evened the score then.
He had felt all of this, to some degree, with
Kathy, but he felt it stronger now as he turned Sheryl over on her back and began entering her steaming cunt an inch at a time, feeding his gristle slowly into the tight aperture without haste-like playing a fish or letting out a kite. God, her cunt is tight, he thought-tight, vise, clamp, closing, hot-clamp, tight-hot, squeeze-stick, pierce-fuck-fuck... .
The intensity of his feelings, his near-sadistic thoughts as his prick slid between his sister's legs, alarmed him slightly. He had never experienced such feelings before. And then, just as quickly as they had sprung uninvited into his brain, they disappeared and once again he felt nothing but love and infinite tenderness for Sheryl, his beautiful female Sheryl . . . his loving sister. . . .
"Sis . . . Sis," he muttered now, her legs high and ridiculously beautiful, awkward, graceful. "Oh, Sis!" He was fucking her, like his father had, only plunging deeper, and she was making the same sounds and faces he had witnessed that night he had become nauseous with despair and hate and envy at the sight of his sister on her back taking in their father's sperm and crying: "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.. . ."
Now she was crying "Kevie, Kevie, Kevie." What was the difference? Was there some link? Maybe they were the same to her: Kevie, Daddy, Kevie, Daddy; all the same maybe? No, no-he was probing deeper, much much deeper, and nothing had ever felt so good as his sister's froth-hot cunt, drip-hot cunt, cunt, cunt, despite the dumb hindrance of the rubber. He envied his father's "operation" then. He wanted to shoot his sperm up into her, too, but he could not, knew he could not; he dare not. The bedsprings squeaked loudly as he drove his wedge harder, harder into his sister's cunt. Pelvis met pelvis, clashing, crashing. The creaking of the bed as the siblings thrashed and moaned became a cacophony, a monumental tribute to the God of glands, a delight for the God of lovemaking to revel in-desperate and combatlike in its frenzy, fury and abandon.
"Oh, please you two!" Laura pleaded from her own bed across the room. "You're driving me crazy!" Her voice quivered with desire. "Please? Please hurry and finish before I go insane. Pm trembling all over and-dripping wet. Hurry! Hurry and finish before I die!"
Kevin and Sheryl barely heard her, because at that instant they both hit incomprehensible heights. Their climaxes came simultaneously, a culmination of a perfect joint effort, like two cymbals crashing, then reverberating long after the sound has passed. For perhaps half an hour, they lay clasped in each other's arms, Kevin's erection still as firm as when they had begun.
Finally, Sheryl said, "You'd better go to bed, darling."
"Yes," he said. "You're right. I-I better go to my own bed now." He rose and collapsed into his bed beside Sheryl's.
"Kev."
"Yes?"
"I don't think we should ever do it again. I know it sounds awful, but I don't think we should. Do you understand?"
"No," he said, "I don't understand. Why?"
There was a long silence. Then Sheryl said, "I don't know, Kevin. I'm not sure. I just know it's wrong. I'll have to wait and tell you about it when we leave-on the plane.
Kevin said nothing, and in a few minutes the siblings slept, the prophylactic hanging loosely about Kevin's spent penis.
The following night marked another milestone-a sexual first-in the life of young Kevin Lathrop, for Laura Manning made a decision. As she had lain restless and aroused the previous night, listening to Kevin's and Sheryl's loud and passionate lovemaking, she had resolved to douse the fires of desire that raged within her own craving body. She had decided to initiate Kevin in the art of anal sex.
From the moment the three of them awoke the following morning, Laura stayed close to Kevin, stalking her sexual prey like a bitch in heat. Finally, her green eyes wide and blazing, she managed to corner him alone in the back yard.
"Come to my bed tonight, Kevin," she said, a strange smile spreading about her quivering, full lips. "You won't be sorry. I'll show you something different."
Yes, The Governess had changed all right, Kevin thought throughout the remainder of the day, and he had to admit to himself that he would like to sink his cock into the cunt of his beautiful but arrogant stepsister. He wondered what she meant by "different." God, he hoped she didn't plan to have the dog, Herbert, in bed with them! He deliberated, considering the pros and cons of fucking Laura. He loved his sister deeply and truly and he didn't want to hurt her. Still, Sheryl had told him that they should never fuck each other again, hadn't she? Surely she didn't expect him to become a monk-not after the sexual delights he'd been exposed to this summer.
That evening, before dinner, he told Sheryl of Laura's offer and, to his surprise, she told him to "go ahead," that she'd meant her remark about "no more sex" between them. Again she said she would explain the reasons once they were on the plane tomorrow, with Grant Oaks behind them. He took her at her word and, later that night when the lights were out and the house was still, he tiptoed across the room to Laura's bed. "I've been waiting for you," she said, flinging the covers aside. "Get in."
Laura was every bit as expert when it came to sex as her mother, Kathy, and she didn't believe in wasting time! Already stark naked, she tugged at Kevin's undershorts until they were off and began rolling his hard-on between her hands, rolling it the way you make clay into the shape of a weiner. She French-kissed him; her tongue nearly gagging him, as she worked on his cock. In a matter of minutes, she flung her heel over his hip (they lay on their sides) and directed his hand to her wet snatch. Even in bed, Laura was "bossy," for she dictated the exact speed and pressure at which he should massage her clitoris.
"We'll sixty-nine for a while," she said mat-ter-of-factly, "and then I want you to fuck me up the ass. Some of my boyfriends in New York like to do it that way. I know you'll love it." She had the whole sex program all planned out and she was issuing orders, commands.
"Why not fuck your cunt?" he asked, curious.
"Because I didn't bring my pills with me, stupid, and I don't want to get pregnant. Besides, you don't want to use a rubber, do you? Benjy, my boyfriend at home, says fucking with a rubber is like taking a bath with your socks on, right?"
"Oh, yeah. I guess so," Kevin said. "I guess that's right."
"Let's make a lot of noise, too," Laura said. "I mean, we don't have to scream and wake up people in the house or anything, but I want Sheryl to hear us. I want her to hear us grunting and everything-the way I had to listen to you two last night. I want her to suffer and be frustrated the way I felt."
Laura was a weird one, for sure. She got up on top of him then so that her cunt was over his face; then she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking hard. He slid a finger into her cunt as he licked her clitoris, then another finger and, finally, a third. She had a big cunt for a girl of seventeen; a big asshole, too. He found out about her asshole when she reached back and forced his thumb up inside it. Old Benjy must have been a pretty tremendous stud, because her rear hole was much looser than Sheryl's or Kathy's.
"Okay," she said, finally, raising her mouth from his dick with one loud slurp. "Now fuck me in the ass dog-style. Insert it slow, though. Remember, an asshole isn't a pussy and you're not exactly small. "Ahhh, that's it. Good. Nice. Tight, isn't it?" She constricted the muscles of her asshole. "How does that feel? Huh? Huh? Benjy just loves it when I grab his cock with my butt that way. Terrific, eh?"
"Yuh . . . yes," Kevin mumbled. He had never had his prick in a girl's ass before, but it did feel terrific. Different but nice and tight. Maybe not quite as hot as a pussy, but there was no denying that it did feel pretty damned terrific shoving his ram-rod in and out of Laura's tight and eager little ass hole. He fucked away, holding her hips hard for leverage, and she grunted and wagged her bottom back and forth hard so that the bedsprings squeaked even louder than they had last night when Kevin had fucked his sister.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned, and he knew that she was acting-in fact, over-acting-for Sheryl's benefit.
Pretty soon, she reached back and grabbed his hand and put it against her clit. "Rub it hard while you're fucking my ass, Kevin, so I can come. And be sure and tell me when you get ready to get your nuts off."
Kevin had never heard a girl use the expression "get your nuts off" before. Laura was a veteran all right-a veteran cocksucker, pussy and asshole fuckee. He caught himself wondering, even now as his orgasm approached, if Herbert had fucked her, too.
His mind ceased wandering at the approach of his climax beginning way down in his balls, the waves of tingling pleasure starting to spread through his body as the sperm boiling in his groin prepared to gush up and out his shaft into Laura's wiggling asshole. Yes, yes, he could feel it starting ... it was . .. starting. . . .
"Okay, Laura," he panted. "I'm almost there .. . I'm-I'm getting ready to-to come now!"
She wagged her butt faster as he clenched one cheek of her ass and wiggled his finger faster against her clit.
"Okay, okay!" she cried, still loud and clear for Sheryl's benefit. She pressed her hand hard into her cunt, harder, harder against her love nub. "Let your little fishies swim. Let 'em go. I'm coming now, too. Let the fishies swimmmmmmm ... oh ... oh ... oh .. . OHHHHHH YESSSSSS. . . ."
Kevin drove as hard as he could, pile-driving his pelvis at her anal cavity until his prick began jerking and jolting inside the velvet-soft channel and his sperm drenched her innards. She fell forward onto her face then and lay gasping. He fell with her, not wanting to expose his embedded member to the cool air yet. After a long time, he got up, slipped into his shorts and went to the bathroom to wash himself. When he came out, Laura said, "That was nice, Kevin. Too bad you have to go back home tomorrow, huh?
She didn't sound at all like The Governess anymore. "Yeah,' he said. "That is too bad." And in a way, he almost meant it.
VIII
Doctor Harvey Lathrop sat reading his newspaper at the breakfast table. Kathy, Kevin, Sheryl and Laura had just finished eating. It was the last day for Kevin and Sheryl in Grnat Oaks and the September heat was already upon them-warming the lush, green landscape and the shingles on top of the white wood-frame house, even the swirling current of the river several miles north. There had been little conversation during the meal, a quiet sadness settling over Kevin and Sheryl now that their vacation had come to an end.
Harvey Lathrop gulped the last of his coffee and, scowling at The Grant Oaks Gazette, said: "I'll be damned. They finally caught that fellow who has been molesting young girls in the area. It was Ralph Brunner, the man who worked for Mrs. Montgomery at the drug store. Remember my telling you children not to hitchhike? Well, it's a good thing you didn't."
He shook his head. "Imagine that pervert picking up girls and-and doing things with their hair! According to this, the man has quite a record. A pervert like that deserves to be locked up in prison again-forever!"
Kevin and Sheryl exchanged meaningful glances. Kevin knew that his sister felt pity for the strange man who had assaulted her in the olive grove, despite his nearly frightening her to death. Now, this "pervert," as their father described him, would probably spend the rest of his life behind bars. Sheryl actually seemed sad at hearing the news.
"Well," Harvey Lathrop said, glancing at his watch, "let's all step into the living room for a few minutes. I've something I want to say to all of you before we drive Kevin and Sheryl to the airport."
The four of them followed the head of the household into the living room and sat down. Their father remained standing, gathering his thoughts as if her were about to make some significant speech. Kevin wondered what the Grant Oaks Gazette would have to say about a drunken dentist who had fucked both his daughter and stepdaughter or, for that matter, a brother who had fucked his own sister.
"First, I want to tell you something of great importance," Harvey Lathrop said. He puased, groping for words and running his hand through his steel-gray hair. "I want to inform you that I have decided to give up drinking."
All four of them applauded mightily, and Kevin whistled through his fingers.
"Good grief!" Harvey Lathrop said. "Was I really that bad? Yes, I suppose I've been pretty hard to live with." He stared down at his slippers for a moment before continuing. "I am deeply aware, believe me, that I've behaved in a most improper manner. I'm aware that I've set a terrible example for my son and daughter, Kevin and Sheryl, and you too, Laura. I am deeply sorry and I hereby pledge never to touch another drop of alcohol so long as I live. Most of all, I pledge this to my sympathetic and understanding wife, Kathy." Tears came to Harvey Lathrop's eyes.
"Many things have occurred this summer which I would change if I could," he went on, glancing at his children. Then, focusing his deep blue eyes on Laura, he added, "and in the past, too. But, unfortunately, I cannot change my past. I can only assure you that the Harvey Lathrop standing before you intends, with all his heart, to become a totally different man in his relationships with his family, his patients, and the community. I ask your forgiveness.
"Perhaps, too, it is a time for all of us to examine our consciences and reappraise our actions during this past summer. None of us is perfect and a bit of soul-searching might benefit each and every one of us, right?"
An eerie silence permeated the room. Everybody seemed to be squirming. Even the dog, Herbert, sighed heavily from his resting place on the floor and tried to hide his head beneath his shaggy paws. Kevin wished his father would hurry up and finish his speech. He was feeling oddly uncomfortable-the way he sometimes felt while listening to a sermon in church. Surely there was guilt enough for an army in this very room, he thought. He'd screwed every female in the house, all of them relatives, and so had his father! Then there was the matter of Herbert with Laura and various sex games with Mark, Jeff, Connie, ad infinitum. The truth was, his father was hitting very close to home-even closer than he knew-and Kevin wished he would shut up and stop heaping this guilt upon all of them. The Lathrop home had been, most assuredly, a kind of summer whore house! It wasn't necessary to remind everybody about it!
"But we learn by living," Harvey Lathrop said, "and it is necessary for us to forgive ourselves for our shortcomings so that we may forgive others for theirs. That's-that's all I have to say. Thank you for listening, and now we must depart for the airport." He stood there humbly, his head bowed.
The four of them surrounded him, kissing and hugging him and assuring him that all was forgiven. Most of all, everyone was happy that he had decided to stop drinking, although they secretly harbored doubts that he really intended to take such a drastic measure. Still, they knew he was trying to make amends, and that was worth something.
Minutes later, all five of them climbed into Harvey Lathrop's Thunderbird and headed for the airport. Laura would not be leaving until next week, but she rode with them to bid Kevin and Sheryl goodbye. As they drove through the main street of Grant Oaks, the town that had afforded them so much pleasure these past few months, Kevin and Sheryl gazed sadly and lingeringly at the stores, the theater beyond the overgrown town square, the winding road that led down to the river. They left the small, rural town then and swung onto the freeway, where they whizzed along at eighty miles an hour to the Sacramento Airport. There, after the usual farewells, the hugs and kisses and promises to write often, Kevin and Sheryl boarded the Boeing 737 jet which would return them to Los Angeles.
Once they were airborne and unfastened their seat-belts, Kevin said, "Wow! Dad sure believes in orations. He should have been a preacher instead of a dentist!"
Sheryl smiled, but it was a serious smile. "Yes, I guess he did get a little long-winded," she said, "but there was a lot of truth in what he said, you know?"
"I suppose so," Kevin said, "but I have to see the day he really gives up the booze-I mean really gives it up."
"Me too," Sheryl said, and they both laughed.
"Speaking of truth, what was it you were going to explain to me once we got on the plane?" Kevin asked. "Are you going to make a speech now, too?"
His sister's beautiful face sobered. "In a way, yes," she said. "It's-it's about our physical relationship."
Sheryl was getting very scholarly all of a sudden, Kevin thought. Maybe some of their father's oratory had rubbed off on her. Physical relationship. What the hell was she talking about? "You mean fooling around with each other? Pussies and pricks and fucking? All that?"
"Not so loud," she said, slinking down in her seat. "Yes-all that?"
"What about it?" he asked. "How come we're never supposed to do anything evil again. Didn't you like it?"
"Of course I did-too much. It's just that I realize how impossible it is for us to go on that way. You should too, Kev. Why do you think I went to the movies with Sid Klett when I was in love with you?"
"You already told me," Kevin said. "And what do you mean by 'was in love with you?' Don't you like me anymore?"
"Of course I like you. I love you, only-only in a different way. What I mean is, I love you the same as always but it's impossible for us to spend the rest of our lives trying to kid everybody-hiding, lying, pretending. You know we couldn't go on that way forever. What do you want to do? Get married? Do you want to go away someplace and hide out and never be able to have children? Worse, maybe we would have children and they'd be-be kooky."
"No, we wouldn't. I could have an operation like dad and-" Kevin broke off in mid-sentence."
"How do you know about dad's operation?" Sheryl asked, staring at him intently. "How? How do you know?"
"How do you know?" Kevin answered. He studied his sister closely, searched the quizzical, indecisive look on her face as she thought. It was an important moment, he knew. Did she guess he knew about her and their father-even suspect it? Would she lie to him, or would she tell the truth and hold to the pact they had formed so long ago?
"Daddy told me about it," she lied, finally, turning her head then as though he might see the lie in her eyes.
"He told me about it, too," Kevin lied right back. He felt a great surge of relief. The pact had been broken long ago, of course, but if she had told him about fucking their father he might have felt compelled to tell her about fucking their stepmother and he did not want to tell her about it. He had promised Kathy he wouldn't.
"Oh," Sheryl said, facing him again. "Yes, I guess if he'd tell his daughter, he'd-he'd tell his son, wouldn't he?"
"Naturally," Kevin said, but he knew that both of their minds were racing back to that night when their father had taken his daughter there on the living room couch, Sheryl beneath him, the object of his lust, Kevin watching from outside, heartbroken.
"Anyway, I think this is the time to tell you, Kevin. I didn't want to tell you in Grant Oaks because I thought you might be-well, upset or something. That's why I waited until we were on the plane, until we were up in the air and- and no place-not in Grant Oaks and not in Los Angles. It's going to be different when we get back to Los Angeles, Kevin. We'll have our own rooms again, and we'll have our own boyfriends and girl friends, okay?" She was crying now and trying hard but unsuccessfully to hide it. "I love you, Kevin. I told you that and I meant it -every word-but it's going to be different once we're back in Los Angeles. Do you understand?" Deep sobs wracked her body-sobbing she could not restrain. "God, I nearly died listening to you with-with that-with that pig Laura- last night ... I nearly .. . died, Kev .. . nearly died...."
She lay her head on his shoulder and cried for a while before she was able to lift her head again and speak normally.
"It's going to be different when we get to Los Angeles, Kevin. It has to be. I want you to understand that. All right?"
"All right," he said. "I understand. When we get back to Los Angeles it's going to be different."
She looked at him again as though she might burst into tears at any second. "I'm going to the bathroom now to wash my face," she said, standing up, side-stepping by him from her window seat.
As he watched his sister walk down the aisle toward the ladies' room, men's heads turned to admire the swing of her hips, her beautiful body. The most lovely girl in the world, he thought, and he was not sure that Los Angeles would change things one bit. Not sure at all. They would have to wait and see.
