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   Stepmother's Bed By Ann LeBere



   FRANTIC STROKES

   His father's wife was jerking him off!  It was a perfect scheme for both
of them.  She was fulfilling his fantasies--and she could always deny her
actions if anyone suspected them.

   Suddenly he knew he was coming ...  he couldn't hold back--he didn't
want to hold back!

   His body began to spasm and he began groaning.  He was almost there ...
ready to shoot his sperm into the air while her greased palm moved faster
over his sensitive, pulsating, rock-hard prick ...

   All characters and events depicted in this book are purely fictitious.

   CHAPTER 1

   San Francisco International Airport was brimming with people, scurrying
about, bound for destinations all over the world.  Denny Reardon, fifteen,
and his sister, Joyce, fourteen, were so excited about their trip to
Portland, Oregon they hadn't even played secret "sex games" in the backseat
of the car on the way to the airport.

   "Flight 426 for Portland now boarding," the announcement came over the
loudspeaker system.

   Denny and Joyce hurried with their mother and stepfather toward the
entrance of the Boeing 737 jet.  The children held hands, their palms
sweating, because it was their first flight.  After showing their tickets,
their mother told them to be sure and obey their father and stepmother
during their vacation, and to write every week.

   Their very thin and discipline-minded stepfather, stockbroker Herbert
Preen, shook hands mechanically with Denny, then embraced Joyce
passionately as he kissed her soulfully on the lips.  Denny never liked the
way their stepfather hugged and kissed and pressed his body against his
sister.  Yes, he was certain their stepfather's interest in Joyce had
become awfully lecherous since Joyce's breasts had blossomed and her body
had ripened into stunningly curvaceous proportions.  Denny knew all about
yearning sexually for Joyce.  He had been trying to fuck her himself--for
quite a while now.

   Finally, Herbert Preen released Joyce.  "Have a good time," he said,
"and be sure and write your mother and me." Denny eyed the telltale bulge
at his stepfather's fly and he knew he hated his stepfather more than ever.
Rotten bastard has a hard-on, he thought.

   He and Joyce left then, walked the tunnel to the plane and, minutes
later, the big jet taxied into position, and finally they were airborne. 
The siblings stared in fascination at objects below growing smaller as the
jet climbed.  Soon, they unfastened their seat belts and Joyce reached over
and gave her brother's cock a secret, affectionate squeeze.  Denny
reciprocated, slyly rippling his fingertips across his sister's breast,
then tweaking the nipple.

   "Oh, sis," Denny whispered, "it's gonna be great spending a whole summer
vacation away from our jail-keepers.  We'll be able to do all the special
secret things together, huh?" He stretched, staring down at his own
erection.  "Free at last," he sighed.

   Joyce agreed, coyly admiring her brother's hard-on.  "I just hope father
and Norma aren't too strict.  Tell me about Walden Flats again?" she
pleaded.  "Come on, Denny, tell me about it!"

   Denny had told his sister about Walden Flats perhaps a hundred times,
but she never tired of hearing about it.  Last summer he had spent three
weeks with their father and stepmother in Walden Flats.  Joyce had not been
able to go because she had come down with the measles, so he had gone by
himself.  Joyce had been keenly disappointed to miss the trip, and so she
had insisted over and over again that he describe the sleepy rural town
just outside of Portland, Oregon, where their chiropractor father lived. 
In detail, Denny had described the large yellow frame house on the hill
with the olive and weeping willow trees surrounding it, the swimming pool
in the front yard, the few stores in the center of town, just two miles
away, and Landon Pond and the small town movie theater.

   "You're gonna love it," he told his sister once again.  "Mainly, I'm
gonna love getting you away from Herbert.  I thought he was gonna rape you
there at the airport when he was hugging you.  What a dumb bastard! 
Sticking his hard-on at you that way right in front of mother."

   Joyce tugged at her bra strap.  "Herbert's just fond of me" she said. 
"That's all.  And of course he's a male, and everyone knows
men's--uh--things swell up when they're around females." She glanced at her
brother's crotch.  "Like you, dear brother!"

   "Yeah?" Denny said.  "Fond of you?  Hah!  He's a stockbroker and he
wants to stick his stalk in you!  Right between your legs and up into that
juicy little pussy of yours!"

   Joyce glanced about nervously, shushing her brother.  Then she
whispered, "Look, I told you before.  He's never tried to fool around with
me.  Honest.  Would I lie to you?  Remember our agreement?"

   What Joyce said was true.  Reluctantly, Denny nodded.  Yes, he and Joyce
always told each other everything--ever since he could remember.  Their
agreement was an unbreakable thing, a sacred promise to reveal the intimate
details of their sexual experiences with the opposite sex to each other. 
As children of a broken home, it had been an agreement born of necessity.
Confused about divorce, conflicting allegiances, they had turned to each
other in desperation, solemnly vowing always to remain close, never to lie,
telling all.  And their intimacy had grown incredibly, to their own
astonishment and even fear.  Yes, Denny realized now, his sister wouldn't
lie to him about their stepfather's obvious lech for her.  Still, it hurt
Denny to observe Herbert Preen in action, for Denny found his sister the
most luscious and sexy female in the world!

   So far, their agreement had been both valuable and exciting to both of
them.  Whenever other boys played with his sister's titties or tried to
finger-fuck his sister, she told him about it.  Also, Joyce explained how
she felt and why she had turned them down.  So Denny knew older boys'
techniques and how girls really felt inside.  Yes, his sister's confidences
were even better than having a microphone in the ladies John!  Much of
Denny's curiosity about girls and sex had been satisfied because of their
sacred agreement.  Denny knew where girls peed from and menstruation and
even their sensitive clitorises.

   It was astonishing how many of his boyfriends at school knew absolutely
nothing about girls' bodies, what turned them on and what turned them off.
It amused him, too, when school chums displayed ignorance about where
babies come from, female orgasms, pregnancy, everything.  The funniest one
he had ever heard was that a girl's crack ran in one continuous line from
her clitoris to her tailbone!  Yes, he was very lucky to have a sister who
was informative and on the liberal side about showing and talking about her
body.  Joyce was Denny's special secret weapon, in a way, because he knew
how girls really felt instead of just how they pretended to feel.  Still,
he wished he could sink his shaft between her legs just once.  He hoped it
would happen this summer ...  fuck his sister this summer ...  screw
beautiful Joyce this summer ...

   For quite a while now their sex games had been getting more serious,
more intense, more exciting, and Denny was certain that their special
agreement was just as good for his sister as it was for himself.  For
instance, she knew exactly how a boys balls felt.  Just last week, Denny
had cuddled up with his sister in her bed, and Joyce had tried to switch
his left testicle with his right one.  She had been amazed to learn that a
boy's balls weren't just two loose flesh acorns in a flesh sack, that each
one had its own place.  Bits of information like that had been good for
both of them.

   Then there was that other night when he showed how boys jerk off.  He
told Joyce that boys always think of, and imagine, girls' cunts and tits
and fucking and sucking while they beat their meat.  That had been quite a
while back, before he could shoot jism out, but it had felt tingly good
anyway--a regular orgasm without love-juice shooting out the end of his
pole--he had explained to Joyce.  After that, they had both waited and
watched with excited anticipation for his first sperm gush, and he had
repeated this show many times now to his sister's delight.

   Wild-eyed she had played with his balls while he'd jerked off, and then
when the tiny drops of come dribbled over the bulging head of his pulsing
stalk, she had exclaimed, "Babies, babies!  The beaut-ee-full goo makes
babies!" And she rolled the magic white liquid as if it were precious
between her fingers and let him suck on her titties for a while.

   By now, of course, Denny was really geysering the old sperm out, his
loads blasting high and mighty for his sister's inspection.  In fact, only
last week Joyce had requested Denny to lie on his back and jerk off for
her. He complied and his sperm had shot at least a foot in the air through
his bone-hard prong.  "Ahhhhh!"

   "Wheeee!" Joyce had squealed appreciatively.  "It-it's like a whale
spouting.  It must feel nice going off inside a girl's tummy!" And then he
had asked her to kiss a little from the end of his rod, and she had
cooperated, smacking her lips.  "Very tangy," she had said, and he knew he
wanted her to keep her mouth over the head of his prick someday while he
shot off.  But everything took time.  He would just have to be patient, and
then maybe he could fuck her and suck her and everything.

   "Dam it!" Joyce was saying now beside him.  "Aren't you going to talk to
me about Walden Flats?  Come on!  What are you daydreaming about?  Any cute
boys there?  Huh?  What are the boys like?  Tell me all about it again!"

   Denny sighed, letting his eyes roam over his beautiful sister's shapely
body.  His eyes drank in the beckoning dimpled knees, her smooth inner
thighs beneath the miniskirt, the flare of her hips and those twin
tormentors bulging beneath her blouse.  He wished Joyce would not ask him
about the boys of Walden Flats.  True, they had made an agreement to reveal
all secrets, but they had each other now, didn't they?  Really, Denny did
not wish to share her.  Besides, living beneath the same roof, they would
have endless opportunities to explore each other's bodies in privacy ... 
and someday, yes, they would fuck ...  yes, they would fuck ...  yes, he
was determined to fuck his angel-goddess sister.

   This was the one thing he had not actually told his sister.  He was
breaking their agreement, he knew, but he was timid about telling her he
wanted to stick his prick in her cunt and come inside her.  Of course,
there was another thing he hadn't told her either ...  yes, he had broken
their agreement in another way, too.  He hadn't told her about their
stepmother, Norma, in Walden Flats.  No, he had not admitted to Joyce that
he wanted to fuck their father's wife.  He was afraid she would not
understand, and he was afraid telling her that might also interfere with
his fucking her.

   It seemed all very complicated to Denny because, secretly he realized he
wanted to fuck every female, all females.  Was he crazy, he wondered. 
Maybe.  But any woman who possessed a beautiful, delicious pussy--well, he
wanted to fuck and suck her.  He hoped he was not abnormal, but he was
afraid maybe he was a trifle over-sexed.

   Denny gazed out the window at the white cloud puffs in the distance and
swallowed.  Good God, even the clouds reminded him of parted legs and
breasts and men and women fucking!  Everything reminded him of fucking!  He
felt his cock stiffen inside his pants and leaned over and whispered in his
sister's ear: "I wanna jerk off right now," he said.  "No kidding.  Listen,
I'll put my sweater over my lap and you can jerk me off, okay?"

   "You're insane," Joyce said, giggling.  "Somebody would see me.  If you
really want to--have to--then go to the men's room and do it.  Maybe you
can shoot your sperm up to the ceiling this time!"

   Denny scowled, angry at her teasing him.  "Dumb broad!" he said.  "Can't
you tell when a boy is just kidding?" he lied.

   "Well, if you're not going to jerk off, then tell me some more about
Walden Flats," she persisted.

   He winked.  "No," Denny said.  "Put my sweater over your lap and let me
fool around with your cunt."

   "Darn it, Denny," she said in a harsh whisper.  "Be quiet and stop that
sex-talk in front of everybody.  Tell me about daddy and Norma and Walden
Flats."

   Denny stared at his sister's tits and gathered his thoughts, trying to
decide what to tell her and what not to tell her.  He was certain he did
not want to tell Joyce about his desire for Norma.  Also, his sister would
be jealous if she knew what had already happened between their father's
wife and him.

   No, he did not want to tell his sister about the "bruised cock" incident
of last summer.  He and Rex and Ray had gone skinny-dipping at Landon Pond.
Rex and Ray were local boys who knew all the good recreational spots that
Walden Flats had to offer: Clybourne Hill where the three of them had clod
dirt fights and slid down over the tall grass on sheets of metal (like
sledding in green snow) and ropes tied to trees over Landon Pond so they
could swing out over the water and somersault into the pond, Tarzan-like,
laughing yelling.  But Denny had slipped and caught his crotch against the
rope that day--a rope burn and a bruise on his penis--and he had returned
home wincing, his cock swollen, looking like a lumpy, distorted
knockwurst--and stepmother Norma had applied an ice pack to his genitals to
ease the throbbing pain.  But the ice bag had not done the job, so on the
second day sexy stepmother Norma had entered his room carrying a tube of
ointment.  His father was at his office, and so they were all alone.

   "Denny," Norma had announced, "drop your jam-mies, dear.  I have some
ointment here that I think will fix you up."

   Denny recalled the incident vividly now, every luscious detail!  He
could see beautiful Norma settling onto the bed beside him, then
efficiently dabbing the cooling medicine all over his cock and balls.  She
took a long time, thoroughly rubbing the salve into every pore of his
prick, pulling the foreskin back and sliding her long delicate fingers up
and down in a maddeningly steady tempo ...  up and down ...  up and down
... and her eyes darted back and forth from his swollen prick, that grew
stiffer with each loving stroke, to the expression of lust on his face.

   Norma's own expression that day was even more interesting, at least to
him, for she involuntarily ran her tongue tip across her lips as she
fondled his steel-like rod in utter and total admiration.  Watching her
face and her hand steadily working on his wanger, he began to thrust his
hips into the greased hand, and she increased her pressure and speed then,
fondling his balls with her other hand.  He knew he would come if she did
not stop pretty soon.  He was embarrassed, not wanting to come and wanting
to come at the same time.

   Ohhhh, if she didn't stop!  His father's wife was jerking him off!  It
was a perfect scheme for both of them.  She was jerking him off, but she
could always say she hadn't jerked him off.  Suddenly he knew he was coming
...  couldn't hold back and didn't want to hold back!

   His body began to spasm and he began groaning.  He was almost there ...
ready to shoot his sperm into the air while the greased palm moved faster
over his sensitive, pulsing, rock-hard prick.

   "No-or-mmmaaaa," was about all he could say, but it came out a pleading
thing for her to continue.

   He wondered what she would do, and then to his amazement, she calmly
said, "Uh--Denny, please look the other way, will you?  It--it's very
important that you look away, dear.  Eight now!  Do you hear?  And place
the sheet over your head for a moment.  I'm going to--to apply
another--uh--warm cloth to the area and I don't want to frighten you.  Look
away now and--and keep the sheet over your head."

   "Yessssssss," Denny heard himself groaning.  He turned his head to the
side, pulled the sheet up and then he felt what Norma had described as the
"warm cloth."

   The "warm cloth" tugged gently up and down over his foreskin, sliding
smoothly, clenching from the base of his tingling prick to the
head--washing it all over, cleansing it, slippery and hot and almost as if
trying to drain it.  Denny had never felt such a "warm cloth" in his entire
life!  The cloth seemed to be making strange sounds, too--slurpy-sounding
gulpy things--and then he was coming ...  coming as he had never come in
his life.  He could feel his sperm gushing up and out, spewing into
clenching, hot, greedy heat, and suddenly he knew what the cloth really
was! The cloth had teeth and the cloth had a tongue, because the tongue was
swirling crazily all around the head of his throbbing prick as he shot his
sperm out.  Slyly, he peeked and saw Norma gulping hungrily, swallowing his
sperm, her eyes feasting crazily on his engorged hard-on, her hand working
on his balls to get every drop into her nursing lips and gulping throat. 
On and on his balls spent their tingling, spasming clumps of love-juice
into Norma's gulping throat.  She seemed to abandon all caution, not
noticing his head anymore, but just concentrating solely on his prick and
on the contents of his balls as she drank and gulped, making loud gurgling
sounds.

   She tugged up and down his drained flesh-tube for a long time, until she
was certain every drop of love-juice was gone.  Then she swallowed, long
and lingeringly, and it was only then that Denny realized the bed was still
bouncing slightly and he saw that her hand moved against her pussy beneath
her dress.  Suddenly she shuddered, staring down at his prick as she came,
and then she planted a long kiss on his balls as she shuddered to what he
assumed was her own come.

   He pretended not to see then, and pulled the sheet back over his face.
"There, young man," Norma said, breathing hard and trying to conceal it. 
"I think that ointment and the warm cloth should take care of that bruise
on your--uh--privates.  I had you look away to avoid embarrassment, dear. I
know how shy young people can be about these matters." There was a faint
hint of a smile on her face as she said, "I hope I didn't hurt you while
making the--uh--application.  Did I?"

   "No, not much," Denny breathed, still limp from his total orgasm into
his stepmother's mouth.  A blow job, he thought.  I've had my first blow
job!  And dad's wife gave it to me!

   The other time with Norma had been interesting, too.  In fact, he had
almost fucked her!  One night, after his father and Norma had argued, his
father had stormed out of the house to visit the Walden Flats Tavern and
get even drunker.  Norma and his father always seemed to argue a lot,
especially when his father drank too much.

   That night, after the argument, Norma had entered his room, led him by
the hand to the master bedroom.  The sheer white nightgown she wore was so
sheer he could see every detail of her ripe, luscious body--the big,
perfectly shaped tits, the coral nipples and the dark patch of pubic hair
between her legs.  The light was on in the bedroom, and she said she wanted
to "talk." Then she began filing her fingernails, her heels up against her
buttocks, her back against the headboard of the bed.  From his vantage
point at the foot of the bed, he was able to peer long and leisurely at his
young and beautiful stepmother's cunt!  His prick strained against his
pajama bottoms and his salivary glands gurgled.  He began trembling all
over with insane desire.  He wanted to suck the coral nipples and then lick
and fuck the beautiful pussy.  He had never observed an adult woman's cunt,
and he was certain it was the most beautiful creation in the world.  As he
stared, he could swear Norma spread her legs still wider apart, affording
him a view of the cunt's simple yet complex delicacy.  And then, she even
reached down, pretending he was not present, and scratched a bit, worrying
the folds of the lips.  The pink, rippling line of her pussy lips between
the soft bulging and furry sides was so inviting he wanted to dive and bury
his gulping face in it!

   Then, she seemed to be scratching herself again, but this time she
placed her "scratching" middle finger right at the top--at her
clitoris--and set up a steady stroking motion until the lips glistened in
the dim fight from her love-juice.  Oh, she was driving him crazy!

   After a while, Norma turned off the light, took him in her arms briefly,
then lay back so that his face was against her breast.  He nuzzled there,
against the soft mound covered with silken nightgown while she explained
that his father was a "good man," though slightly neglectful.  She
apologized for his father then and began stroking his head slowly,
encouragingly, moving it against her heaving breast.

   Soon the strap of the gown fell down over her arm and his cheek lay
against bare breast Again, just as the day she had sucked his prick to
completion, she was pretending that it was all an accident, something
unintentional, perhaps that she had even drifted off to sleep and was
dreaming.

   Testing, Denny pressed his cheek harder into the warm and swollen
breast, moving his cheek until his lips came closer, closer to the erect
nipple.  Yes, he was certain then.  He felt her hand urging, coaxing,
exerting pressure against his head.  It had to be an invitation.  Maybe she
would suck his prick again, he thought, and maybe he could lick her pussy,
too.  God, maybe she would even let him fuck her!

   Unable to resist overt action any longer, he reached up and cupped the
firm cushion of her breast in his eager palm.  Then, very carefully, so
that they could both maintain the illusion that she might be asleep, he
massaged slowly for a long time and finally let his lips settle over the
erect nipple.  "N-o-r-m-a ...  " he sighed.

   Her breath came very fast then and her chest heaved.  As he continued
nursing, gulping hungrily at both nipples, alternating greedily from one to
the other, she rolled so that they lay on their sides, facing each other.
She eased her knee up on top of his hip and he felt her hand in the small
of his back, urging his dribbling erection toward her juicy cunt.  The
thought of inserting his hard-on in a female at last sent shudders of
indescribable ecstasy through his groin, up and down his spine.  Yes, he
was going to fuck Norma ...  fuck Norma at last ...  he would know what
fucking felt like!

   But at that crucial moment, there was the sound of his father's car out
in the driveway, skidding to a stop.  Norma jumped up, as though emerging
from sleep or a trance.

   "Denny!" she cried.  "Oh, I must have fallen asleep, dear.  Well, you'd
better hurry back to your own room now--get into your own bed.  Hurry now!
This instant!"

   At that moment, Denny hated his own father.  His father had denied him
his first opportunity to fuck a female.  He tiptoed hastily to his room and
slipped into his own bed just as he heard his father enter.  Still
breathing hard, he turned the encounter over in his mind.  Despite his
disappointment and his painful, throbbing erection--bulging, dripping,
craving--Denny knew that his stepmother wanted him just as badly as he
wanted her.  She had sucked his cock off, hadn't she?  Yes, it was just a
matter of time until he fucked her, he decided.  God, when would he grow up
so he could fuck and suck all he pleased?  Someday he would fuck them all
...  his sister ...  his stepmother ...  all of them ...  right in their
heavenly, seemingly unattainable pussies!

   Slowly then, rocking the bed as little as possible, he jerked off,
seeking the relief his aching balls begged for.  He pretended to be fucking
Norma, of course, and then he even pretended he was fucking his virgin
sister.

   He moved his foreskin back and forth over his tingling hard-on.  It was
hell trying not to make much noise, holding back so the bed would not
squeak.  He didn't want to be obvious, but he pounded his shaft harder,
rocking the bed and groaning audibly, secretly hoping Norma might hear and
know the torture she had put him through.

   And that was the way it had been last summer.  And this summer?  Would
Norma have changed her mind?  He wanted to fuck her in the worst way, learn
about the delights of sticking a female right in the cunt, and then
introduce his sister to the delights he had learned.

   This summer was the biggie, he decided.  This summer he intended to
become a man!

   The stewardess was bringing a cart down the aisle now, offering
beverages to the passengers.  This summer, Denny thought.  But I have to
break the agreement with Joyce.  No way I can tell Joyce about our father's
wife.  No way.

   When the stewardess reached them, Denny had a Pepsi and Joyce ordered a
ginger ale.  They sipped their drinks for a moment, and then Denny said,
"You'll love Walden Flats, sis.  No fooling.  But it's hard to tell you
about it.  I'll just have to show you.  First thing tomorrow, we'll mosey
into town and I'D show you the stores and Landon Pond and everything. 
Oregon is beautiful country."

   "You mean that's all you've got to tell me?  You gather your thoughts to
tell me that?  What were you thinking about?"

   "Nothing much," Denny said, reaching out slyly for a tit.

   Joyce slapped his hand.  "You can't do that here, you kook!  Besides, a
girl's boobies aren't playthings!"

   Denny leaned over and tongued her ear.  "Wanna bet?"

   His sister scowled harshly, looking away, whipping her long straight
strands of coal-black hair and staring out the window.  Denny followed her
gaze, thinking about fucking her until they had to fasten their seat belts
and began descending to land at Portland International Airport.

   CHAPTER 2

   Denny and Joyce entered the waiting area, moving slowly among the herd
of passengers.  Denny sighted his father and Norma standing some fifteen
yards to their right.  At the same instant, Martin Reardon spotted his
children.  "Denny ...  Joyce!" his booming baritone voice called.  Denny
nudged Joyce, and then they broke into a full run and hurled themselves
into their fathers waiting arms.

   "Daddy, Dadeee!" Joyce cried, burying her face in their father's chest.
For the moment, Martin Reardon ignored his son and held his daughter close
and kept calling her, "my little precious." Then, holding her at arm's
length, he corrected himself.  "No, you're not little anymore.  You're all
grown up.  A full-blown woman!"

   Then he introduced his daughter to his wife.  "Joyce, this is Norma," he
said, beaming proudly.

   Norma hugged Joyce dutifully.  "Dear, I've heard so much about you from
your father and Denny," she said.  "We meet at last!"

   Martin Reardon shook hands with his son, then released Denny so Norma
could hug him.  Norma seemed surprisingly cool and Denny felt a surge of
disappointment as his chest pressed firmly against the large succulent
breasts he had fondled and sucked just last summer.  But he remembered that
Norma rarely displayed much affection while in the presence of her husband.
God, she's gorgeous, he thought, ad-miring her firm, ripe body that curved
in all the right places, the soft ash-blond hair fragrant with a hint of
perfume, the trace of lust and mischief in her deep brown eyes.  He admired
her full lips, too.  Yes, he certainly had pleasant memories in connection
with those lips all right!

   Martin Reardon was glancing back and forth between his son and daughter.
"Denny, you look a bit pale," he said.  "You need some of our Oregon summer
sun.  As for you, Joyce, I don't think I could suggest any improvement at
all!  You--you're simply ravishing!"

   Denny didn't like the way his father was drinking in his sister's lush,
ripe body.  He helped his father with the luggage, and then the four of
them walked chatting excitedly to the parking lot and got into Martin
Reardon's new Volkswagen van.  Five minutes later, they were driving the
freeway toward Walden Flats.  Martin Reardon spoke of the changes that had
taken place since Denny's visit last year.  The freeway system had been
extended, he said, and there was a new shopping center on the edge of town.
Denny felt disappointed at the changes.  He had looked forward to driving
the rural, winding roads he remembered to Walden Flats.  He asked his
father to take a cut-off which would take them through the center of the
small town.  His father agreed.

   As they drove, Denny was glad his father had changed so little.  His
father looked a trifle dissipated, true, but Denny was proud of his
father--his popularity in the town, his bearing, his carriage.  Everyone in
Walden Flats seemed to know and respect him.  He still possessed a great
sense of humor and he stood tail and straight, the way a chiropractor
should, Denny thought.

   Very possibly, the people whose necks he cracked and whose pulled
muscles he treated, laughed as they exited his office.  Even now, confident
and erect behind the wheel, he kept them all laughing as he related stories
about patients he had treated.  Dr.  Martin Reardon, Denny thought.  He
liked the sound of the title, even if chiropractors were thought by many to
be quacks.

   Really, Dr.  Martin Reardon was in semi-retirement and, at forty-three,
enjoying life to the hilt and pleased that Walden Flats had remained small
and provincial.  He didn't care about making a lot of money; he just loved
the Oregon weather, the land, the people, everything.  Joyce kept leaning
over the seat and planting big kisses on her father's ruddy cheek as he
drove.  As they cruised through the main street of Walden Flats, Martin
Reardon pointed out his office to Joyce and told her she could drop in
anytime for an "adjustment." Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "You
don't even have to make an appointment, hon."

   They all laughed, and when they had sputtered and spasmed to silence
again, Denny nudged his sister and pointed at the town square, an
old-fashioned building atop a grassy knoll that had been converted into a
movie theater.  "The road to Landon Pond is just behind it," he told Joyce,
and he shivered with excitement, remembering the good times there.  He
asked his father if the pond was still the same.

   "Pretty much," Martin said.  "The fishing's been good, they say, and
it's supposed to be a little deeper.  Oh, Denny, I saw Rex and Ray in town
the other day.  Told them you and Joyce were arriving soon.  Fine
boys--both of them.  They're eager to see you and Joyce.  You'll have to
take Joyce and introduce her to everybody tomorrow.  I imagine Rex's
sister, Sue, and Joyce will have a lot in common." Martin Reardon winked at
his wife.  "Incidentally, Norma bought another bicycle, so you'll both have
wheels this summer."

   Joyce squealed and leaned over and kissed her father again
appreciatively.

   Soon they passed tall redwoods and old-style houses, proceeding down the
winding rural road Denny remembered so well.  Finally, they swung into an
even more secluded area and then pulled into a steep gravel driveway.  The
Reardon residence.

   Joyce jumped out.  "Oh, it's beautiful!" she gasped.  "Just the way I
visualized it.  It's just the way you described it, Denny!" She drank in
the multicolored flowers, the huge hedge surrounding the enormous green
front lawn.  Then, as Norma and their father took them on a tour of the
house, Joyce seemed in a near state of hysterical rapture.  The house was
rustic looking from the outside, but the interior was elegantly furnished
and modern.  Denny thought his sister would have an orgasm when she saw the
room where she and her brother would sleep.  It had wall-to-wall carpeting,
twin beds, with spreads that matched padded headboards.  There was huge
mirror and dressers against the opposite wall near their private bathroom.
Joyce made appropriate, loud squeals and bounced up and down on the beds,
which were spaced just four feet apart

   Joyce pulled the cord, opening the drapes and stared through the big
window enraptured at the verdant countryside: trees, patches of green
surrounded by redwood fences, horses and cattle grazing in distant
neighbors' yards.

   "It's so wonderful I wish we could stay here for a year!" she cried,
hugging her father.

   "Well, maybe we can arrange for you to attend school here next year,"
Martin Reardon said, patting his daughter's buttocks.  Denny watched,
wishing his father would keep his hands to himself!

   Later that evening, Norma prepared dinner in the kitchen and Denny and
Joyce sat in the living room with their father.  Martin Reardon sipped his
martini from the long-stemmed glass and questioned Denny and Joyce about
their hobbies, school, every facet of their lives.  His eyes were bright
and his manner jovial as he listened to their answers.  But he began making
more and more trips to the kitchen to fix more martinis, and gradually his
speech became slurred, his behavior silly.

   In his conversations with Joyce, Denny had carefully omitted, at least
minimized, their father's excessive drinking.  But now he remembered what
he had conveniently managed to forget.  Watching his father, it seemed
unbelievable that this could be the same self-assured man who had met them
at the airport.  His jaw was slack, his eyes dull, his manner sullen.  He
even spilled a drink all over himself, then picked up the lint-covered
olive and ate it anyway.

   Denny could see the terrible disappointment all over his sister's face.
"Are you all right, daddy?" she asked.  "You must be tired, daddy?"

   "Yeah, your old man's just a little tired, sugar," he muttered.  That's
right.  Pretty goddam sick and tired of lots of things." He stood up,
cupping his hands at his mouth.  "Goddam it, Norma!  You get a rag in here
and clean this mess up, hear?  Now!"

   Norma entered timidly and mopped up the mess with a big sponge.  As she
bent over, working, Martin Reardon goosed her.  "That'sh my li'l piece o'
tail," he slobbered.  "Whooeee!  Is she a tigress in the sack! 
Unh-unh-unh," he grunted, thrusting his hips.

   Controlling herself, Norma quickly returned to the kitchen without
replying.  Martin Reardon called after her.  "My son and daughter come all
the way from San Francisco and can't even get a goddam meal in their old
man's house!  Come on, huh?  Where the fuck's our dinner?"

   "Coming up, dear," Norma called pleasantly.  "Be on the table in a
minute."

   Joyce looked aghast at her brother, then crossed the room and sat on the
damp arm of her father's chair.  "We can wait, daddy," she cooed.  "We're
not that hungry." With her index finger, she toyed with his long sideburn.
Clumsily, he encircled her waist with his long arm and pulled her into his
lap.  He gave her a loud kiss, right on her breast, then grinned at her
stupidly.  "Yes siree, my little girl's all grown up now.  Wow!  Are you
ever!" He planted a hungry kiss on her neck and his hand dropped to her
inner thigh and moved slowly back and forth.

   Joyce glanced at her brother searchingly, as if seeking an answer to her
predicament.  Angrily, Denny stood up.  "I'm gonna see if Norma needs any
help in the kitchen," he said.  But he stood pausing in the dining room,
watching.

   Martin Reardon was staring hungrily, without the slightest attempt at
subtlety, at his daughter's breasts as his hand inched slowly up Joyce's
leg.  "Boy, are you grown up," he repeated, mumbling and making kissing
sounds as he stared at the twin mounds very near his face.

   Joyce caught her father's hand by the wrist before it reached her
vagina. Watching, it disturbed Denny that his sister was obviously filled
with mixed emotions.  The hand had toyed with the elastic band of her
panties before she had pulled it away.  Good God!  he thought.  Not only
did he lust after their stepmother--apparently Joyce was developing a thing
for their father!  It was going to be a weird vacation all right.

   Joyce asked her father if he would like a cup of coffee, but he declined
and screamed again about dinner.  "Wher's the fuckin' food!" He held his
hand at his mouth then, focusing his eyes with difficulty.  "Shouldn't use
that kinda language in front of my li'l daughter, eh?" he said, giggling.
"Well, I gotta celebrate my kids' arrival, you know?" And he stroked
Joyce's ass and nibbled at her ear.

   Denny couldn't watch it any more.  He went on into the kitchen.  "What
can I do to help?" he asked.

   Norma was briskly mashing potatoes.  "You just relax, dear," Norma said.
"I must apologize for your father's behavior.  He was very excited about
your arrival, you see.  He's had too much to drink.  Please forgive him."

   "Yeah, and if I remember correctly, he used to get excited all the
time." Denny kissed his stepmother's cheek.  Then, smiling, he boldly put
his arm around her waist.  "I hope he's been good to you," Denny said,
feeling a tingle in his groin.

   "Sometimes better than others," Norma admitted.  "Mainly, I worry about
his practice.  He has a nine o'clock patient in the morning." She shook her
head.

   Denny let his grip tighten just a little about her waist and he was
certain he detected a trace of the lust they had shared last summer.  Yes,
some of the same physical attraction seemed to be flowing between them,
even though Norma was busy fixing dinner and the yelling continued from the
yelling room.  Well, he would just have to wait and see.  There was plenty
of time.

   There were flowers on the table when they all sat down to eat.  Denny
lit the candles, and then the nightmare began.  Martin Reardon dominated
the conversation and actually ate his roast beef and vegetables with his
hands!  Norma tried to distract Denny and Joyce with "small talk" but
finally their father's face actually fell in his plate!  He refused coffee,
then slobberingly kissed Denny and Joyce goodnight and stumbled off to bed.
Without speaking, Denny and Joyce helped Norma clear the table.  Then they
watched television until 11:00 when Norma excused herself and went to bed.

   In their own room, as they undressed, Joyce said to Denny, "Why didn't
you tell me daddy had become a--a slobbering drunk?"

   "Didn't I tell you that he drank and they argued quite a bit?" Denny
said.  "Uh--he doesn't always get like that.  Don't worry, sis.  It's gonna
be a nice summer, you'll see."

   Denny climbed into bed, wearing only his shorts.  He lay there with his
hands clasped behind his neck until Joyce had changed into her cotton
nightgown.  Then he felt his sister lift the covers and crawl into the bed
beside him.  "It's a strange room and a--a strange bed, Denny.  Do you
mind?"

   "Heh-heh," Denny said.  "Are you kidding?  Come on in."

   "Norma is very patient with daddy," Joyce whispered.  "I like her a lot.
And I can tell you like her a lot--by the way you look at her."

   Joyce snuggled up very close now and Denny loved the pressing warmth of
her body through the cotton nightie against him.  "What about you and dad?"
he said.  "Jesus, is everybody in the world after everybody else's
body--sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, step-parents, everybody?"

   "You didn't see it all either," Joyce said.  "After you went out into
the kitchen with Norma, daddy put my hand on his--his thing!  He had a
hard-on, and he--he put my hand right on it!"

   "When he gets drunk I guess anything's possible," Denny said, the
jealously rising within him again.  "Why don't you just get up and go away
when he does that?  Father's aren't supposed to ...  "

   Joyce cuddled closer.  "Next time I will," she said.  "But what about
you and Norma?  Remember our agreement?  Are you sure you've told me
everything about you and Norma?  I know you pretty well, Denny Reardon.  I
have a feeling you left something out."

   "No," Denny lied.  "I told you everything."

   "Very well," Joyce said.  "Then I have a confession to make.  There's
something I didn't tell you about.  It's about Roger."

   Roger Norris was Joyce's steady boyfriend in San Francisco.  Denny had
never liked him, because he was three years older than Joyce and had acne.
Denny knew that all Roger wanted was to get inside his sister's pants. 
"O.K., tell me," Denny said.

   "Roger and I've been going together for quite a while," Joyce said.  "So
before leaving him for the whole summer I decided to let him do a--a little
something more than just--well, fooling around."

   "You didn't let that pimple-puss fuck you!" Denny said.

   "Of course not," Joyce said, "'Taut he taught me about French love."

   "You mean tongues on your--your privates?"

   "Yes, you do it to each other with your tongues and--and it feels
wonderful.  Ohhhhh, does it feel good!"

   "I imagine it does," Denny said.  He had heard about cock-sucking and
cunt-lapping, of course.  But he could not tell his sister that Norma had
sucked him off last summer.  He decided to behave somewhat innocently.  For
a long time now he had felt the urge to lick pussy.  He saw lots of girls
at school whose pussies he would love to lick, and of course he had thought
of lapping Norma's snatch--not to mention sucking on his sister's hole.  He
wondered if maybe he could maneuver Joyce into that now!  If she had let
Roger Norris suck and kiss her pussy, why wouldn't she let her own brother
do it?  His heart began beating fast at the thought of this possibility.

   "H-How did you do it?" he asked, his prick stirring inside his shorts.

   "Well, we were just playing with each other," Joyce said.  "Just
kissing--uh--and then he was sucking my breasts.  I was playing with his
stiff prick, too.  He has a really big prick, Denny--even a little longer
than yours--and it was hard as a rock and oozing out some of his stuff.  So
he requested me to kiss it with my lips, and I did.  So then he asked me to
lick his pole a little, so I did.  Finally, he even asked me to suck on
it--just like he'd sucked on my nipples--but I thought I better not.  I
mean, I didn't want him to tell other boys I'd done that to him.  Also, I
was afraid he'd get so excited he might try to rape me or something.  Boy,
was he hot, though.  He slid down on his knees onto the floor and licked my
pussy.  I was hot, too!"

   "Where were you?" Denny asked.

   "In his car."

   "You let him lick your pussy in his car?" Denny asked, shocked.  He made
a mental note that soon he would have to get a learner's permit and learn
to drive himself.

   "Right," Joyce said matter-of-factly.  "I took my panties off and then
he lapped and sucked between my legs for a long, long time.  I didn't ever
want him to stop, Denny.  I mean it!  I never felt anything so heavenly in
my life.  His tongue was just like a mop--his mouth was like a--a vacuum
cleaner.  He took each side of my pussy deep into his mouth and gobbled and
gobbled.  I mean, it was heaven!  He spread the lips apart with his hand
and licked right against the top, you know?"

   Denny felt his sister's hand moving beneath the covers.

   "Right up here.  Ummm," she continued.  "You know the way you've done it
when you've finger-fucked me?  Well, he did it the same way, except he used
his tongue.  Denny!  It was like I was coming every second.  Honest!  He
sucked and sucked and twirled with his tongue against my clit until I
thought I was going out of my mind.  I kept yelling 'faster, faster' and he
wagged his head from side to side, pressing his tongue harder.  Hey, what
are you doing, Denny?" Joyce asked.

   "What do you think I'm doing?" Denny said.  "I'm jerkin' off.  I can't
listen to this without doing something.  Go ahead, sis."

   "Well, my whole body went limp and it felt like a million pinpricks
running up and down my spine and even inside my--my bottom.  No fooling. 
That's how good it was!  My bung and boobies were tingling!  Everything
tingling and feeling good."

   "But you didn't let him fuck you?" Denny asked.

   "No, but he did stick his prick between my legs and--and we pretended to
fuck.  But not really.  Not inside.  I wouldn't let him stick his wiener
inside 'cause I don't want to get pregnant.  Besides, he's so big I'm not
sure I could fuck him.  He really wanted to though."

   Denny was thumping his own meat faster now.  "Yeah, I b-bet he did," he
stammered.  "I--I want to fuck you, too."

   Joyce seemed to ignore his request, like always.

   "Yes, Roger is awfully big," she said.  "I'd rather be fucked by someone
smaller the first time, you know?  But what Roger did to me was really
wonderful, huh?  Anybody who would suck you that way is truly a marvelous
person, huh?"

   Denny wanted to suck his sister's cunt that very instant, but he
wondered if maybe he could suck her and then fuck her, too.  "Is Roger
really that much bigger than me?" Denny asked.

   "Yes," Joyce said, "but your prick is bigger around.  I guess he's about
eight inches.  Yours isn't eight inches, is it?"

   Denny was still thumping his prick with his right hand.  "N-Not
q-quite," he said.  Actually, he was pretty sure it was six inches. 
"You're sure none of his sperm went inside your pussy?"

   "Positive," Joyce said.  "I made him shoot his sperm onto my tummy. 
Boy, I came close to letting him fuck me, though.  I was really mushy and
slippery inside, and I wanted to know what it feels like to have a boy's
thing pumping inside of me."

   "I wanna know how it feels, too," Denny said.  "Let's do it, sis.  Come
on.  I'm really hot right now.  Come on."

   "I'm still afraid of getting pregnant," Joyce said, breathing faster
herself.  "No, I'm afraid even a little bit that your sperm might make me
pregnant.  Sperm is amazing stuff."

   Suddenly the strongest urge of his life came over Denny.  They had been
lying on their sides, facing each other, while he pounded his meat and his
sister talked about making French love.  Now Denny's prick stood as firm
and hard and straight as he could ever remember.  He reached out, touched
his sister's beautiful tits and began massaging them, rolling the nipples
between his fingers, pulling, tugging pleadingly.  She let him run his hand
over her rounded belly, even let him begin fingering her cunt.  He knew he
wanted to make French love to her--first to her titties and then to her
pussy.  He wanted to drink love-juice from his sister's hole in the worst
possible way.  His entire body was trembling.

   "Please?" he gasped.  "Joyce, can I please?"

   Joyce was panting, too.  "W-What do you want to do, Denny?"

   Why was his own sister torturing him?  "I--I've always been afraid to
ask a girl to let me make French love," he said.  "Can I do it to you? 
Please?  You let Roger do it, didn't you?  Won't you let your own brother
kiss you down there?"

   Joyce reached down and took hold of her brother's rock-hard prong. 
"Ouuuhhh, you're really hard, Denny.  You're all wet, too.  But we're
getting older now.  I--I don't know if we should.  Do you think a brother
and sister should keep on doing things to each other when they're fourteen
and fifteen?"

   Denny kept working on her titties--steadily stroking her cunt top, too.

   "Ohhhh, Denny, that does feel good though ...  oh, yessss ...  press a
little harder ...  ohhhh ...  "

   Denny had ceased pounding his erection completely now.  Frantically, he
massaged his sister's luscious tits, rolling the erect nipples and
forefingers with one hand, alternating quickly back and forth between her
heaving ivory mounds, while his other hand tantalized the top of her fiery
wet slit.  She began moaning and jerking on his dripping rod harder now,
bending it, loving the thickness and stiffness of it.  He could tell she
loved his cock.  He asked her if she loved his prick, and she said she
loved it more than anything.  Then he told her he loved her tits and pussy
more than anything, too.  He asked her if Roger had done her tits and pussy
better, and she said, no.

   He leaned over and kissed her breast and let his tongue play against its
tip.  She was really breathing hard and fast now.  "You're going to let me
do everything you let Roger do, aren't you?" he asked, then began nursing
hard on the nipple.

   She didn't answer.  She just moaned and held his head hard against her
heaving bosom and began pumping her hips to meet his finger against her
cunt top.

   "Shouldn't you let your brother do things first?" he asked then.  "So
you'll b-be experienced and--and know what to expect?  Shouldn't you?" He
quickly returned his mouth to her nipple.

   "Yessss," she sighed.  "I guess I should ...  yesss ..." Her hands
fluttered hungrily over his cock and balls now, cradling and lovingly
fondling his organ and flesh sack.  "Your p-prick is sooo hard and it's
dribbling all over m-my hand.  Oh, Denny!"

   Knowing girls liked breathing in their ears, Denny breathed hard in his
sister's ear.  "Joyce," his whispered, "I'm gonna make French love to you.
We'll both love it.  I--I'll do it better than Roger did ...  you'll see.
Ummmm.  I can't help it ...  I want to lick your pussy ...  I have to lick
your cunt ..."

   Denny heard his own words pouring forth, and he knew that he loved his
sister more than any female and that he could not control his feelings or
actions at that moment.  Joyce was so smooth, so beautiful.  He felt so
comfortable, so safe with her.  He had to kiss and lick the wetness between
her legs--gobble her luscious, tight cunt up and taste its juicy beauty. 
He wanted to lick and gorge himself on everything she owned that was flesh
and female.  And he wanted to prove to her he was even more sexy than
Roger.

   Suddenly, boldly, he reached over and turned on the lamp between the two
beds.  "I want to stare at your pussy a second before I eat it," he said.
"The way you used to let me study it, huh?" Without protest, she drew her
knees up high then, against her chest, and he slid down so that he could
stare right into his sister's gorgeous cunt.  Why had he never eaten his
sister's pussy before, he wondered.  He guessed it was merely a matter of
growing up.  He had been afraid Joyce would consider him an animal, a
freak. But now another male had eaten his sister's cunt, so it was all
right.  Now he adoringly examined every little fold of pink, wet,
glistening flesh in the soft light.

   He stared for a long time, and then he showered kisses--loud smacking
ones--all over the tight hole.  Finally, he began working his middle finger
in and out of the velvet textured love-nest, watching her juice run into
her bung and onto the sheet.  In and out ...  in and out, his finger worked
while his sister tossed her head from side to side and moaned.

   But no, she would not fuck!  "You can do anything to me, Denny! 
Anything!  B-But we can't fuck, Denny!  Lick it, though?  Please lick it?
Hmmm?  Hmmm?  Hurry up and lick my pussy.  But--but what if daddy or Norma
came in and--and caught us?  I'm so afraid, but go ahead and lick my hole,
Denny!  Shhhh, quiet, but go ahead and do it!  Hurry!"

   The idea of anyone intruding and catching them had not occurred to
Denny. Briefly, his erection dwindled, but then as he slid down with his
face close to his sister's pussy, once again his prick stood straight up,
bone-hard.

   Crazily, the thought that he had to do what Roger had done to Joyce,
only better, struck him at the instant his mouth settled over the lovely
mound of soft pubic hair.  He inhaled deeply, savoring the delicious scent
of pussy and knew at that instant that he would suck pussies for the rest
of life ...  delicious, gorgeous cunts ...

   Gently, somehow under control, he lifted his sister's ass and began
licking just like a dog, tasting every pore of the tangy vagina.  Joyce
began moaning, grinding her hips and spurring him on with words as his
mouth worked.  Her voice became eerie, shrill and he was afraid their
father and Norma might hear, but then all trace of fear left him and he
buried his face in the gushing vagina.

   Really, he could not tell how loud she was moaning, because of the
fingers in his ears.  But now and then she dug her fingers into his scalp
and he could hear her sobbing, crying quite loudly because it felt so good,
and then her fingers would plug his ears again.  Best of all, he loved the
way her stomach caved in and out and her bottom quivered in his palms and
the entire upper half of her body thrashed as the very best of feelings
wracked her delicious, young body.

   Yes, she was beginning to come.  She was sopping wet, her juice all over
the sheet and his chin, mixed with saliva, and finally she shuddered,
pushing his mouth away and shuddering, twitching, convulsing, gasping ...

   They lay very close then, both shuddering, and Denny had the presence of
mind to reach over and turn off the light.  Finally, Joyce murmured, "Oh,
Denny, you took me to heaven.  You really did!  If you had any idea how
good that feels!" She hugged him, kissing his cheek, and then she touched
his rock-hard erection and said, "Poor, darling."

   "I loved licking you," Denny breathed.  "Was it as good as with Roger?
Huh?"

   "Better," she said.  "Much better." She pressed herself very close and
hugged him very hard.  "But we can't ever let anybody know Denny.  Daddy
would kill us.  Promise you'll never tell anybody?"

   "We promised a long time ago, remember?" Denny said.  "Why would I tell?
I'm not crazy--except about your pussy.  I'm crazy about your pussy, sis."

   "Ummm, I know.  I could tell," Joyce said.

   "Does it feel that much better than with--with my finger?" he asked.

   "I told you," Joyce said.  "It's heaven.  There's no comparison at all.
How did I taste?"

   "Delicious," Denny said.  "You can't describe it.  You'd have to do it
to understand.  Listen, why don't you do it to me.  Then you'll know. 
Don't just jerk me off.  Suck me off, huh?"

   "Denny, you really are basically an evil person, do you know that?"

   "Of course I am.  We both are.  Come on and loss my prick.  Suck my
cock."

   "It's not the same, doing that to a--a boy," Joyce said.  "I won't fall
for your trap, Denny.  Anyway, I already know how you taste.  You--you're
sort of salty tasting."

   "That was second-hand," Denny said.  "I'm talking about first-hand."

   There was a long silence.  Then Joyce said, "Do you really want me
to--to suck your prick?"

   "Yes," Denny said.  "You really should experience it.  You--you owe it
to yourself.  The first time should be with your brother.  You did it with
Roger."

   "Well, just a little."

   "Then you should do it to me.  Come on." He reached over and turned on
the lamp again.  Then he stood up beside the bed while his sister sat on
the edge of the bed.  Staring down, he guided his pulsing shaft into his
sister's mouth.  Joyce held his balls in one hand and gripped his stalk at
the base with the other hand.  Then, hollow-cheeked, she began noisily
nursing as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, up and down
her brother's engorged, dripping member.

   Denny spoke to her as he fucked her mouth, telling her how good it
felt--to go faster or slower, to take it deeper into her throat or just
nibble at the head.  His sister's mouth was very wet and hot.  Denny
guessed it felt very much the way a pussy would feel.

   Soon he felt the tingling sensation spreading, surging like a magic
pleasure-current throughout his entire body.  He felt one of the most
intense orgasms he had ever experienced beginning.  "C-Coming ...  coming,"
he cried, shuddering.  "I'm g-gonna shoot out my sperm!" he said. 
Something told him he should not come inside his sister's mouth.  He feared
it might turn her off forever.  With a mighty effort, he withdrew his
hard-on from his sister's mouth just as the gushing torrent began spurting
forth.  He shoved Joyce's tits together and drenched both nipples with his
sticky love-fluid.

   Joyce responded by staring in enraptured awe and helping him drain his
flesh tube dry onto each erect and waiting nipple.  To his surprise, Joyce
even bent down and licked a speck from her left breast.

   Later, the light out again, Denny said, "I see why French love is so
popular.  I bet it feels like a pussy.  I never felt anything like it
before.  Whew!  Thanks, sis."

   "Your welcome," she said drowsily from her own bed.

   "Someday I want to fuck your pussy," he said.  "Will you promise to let
your brother do it first--before anyone else?  Hmmm?"

   "I don't know," Joyce said.  "We'll see.  Maybe.  But I'm pretty scared.
We have quite a while to think about it.  I'll let you know."

   Denny got up, went over and kissed his sister very tenderly.  Then he
returned to his own bed and pulled the covers up under his chin.  Still
dazed by the incredible sensation he had just experienced, he began
drifting off into a deep and satisfying sleep.  He loved his sister very
much.  He wondered if he could truly ever love another woman.  The house
was very silent.  Denny fell asleep imagining himself with Joyce, and only
Joyce, for the rest of his life.

   CHAPTER 3

   "Out of bed, sleepy heads!  Come on!  Time to get up."

   Denny peeked from beneath his pillow and saw Norma standing in the
doorway.  Next to him, in the other twin bed, Joyce's rump stirred beneath
the covers.  For just a moment, Denny had forgotten he was not in his own
room in San Francisco.

   "I thought we would all have breakfast together," Norma said.  "Your
father has to be at his office for his first appointment at 9:30.  Come on!
Rise and shine.  Breakfast is almost ready."

   Norma smiled cheerfully until they had both sat up.  Then she left them,
both staring out the window at the lush, green landscape.  The sky was
clear and there were rolling green hills and pine trees.  There were even a
few cattle, neighbors' livestock, grazing within the confines of white rail
fences.

   Joyce emitted a little squeal of excitement.  "Whew," she said, rubbing
her sleep-filled eyes, as though it were too beautiful to be true, a dream
or a mirage.  "A lot different from San Francisco, huh?  Look how clear
everything is!"

   "Naturally," Denny said, playing the role of tour guide and veteran. 
"What did you expect?  I told you Walden Flats was different--incredibly
different." He liked the word "incredibly."

   Joyce tossed her pillow at her smug brother and then they both brushed
their teeth, washed and dressed.  Denny wore blue denims and a T-shirt with
Elton John's picture on the front.  Joyce squeezed into tight-fitting
denims too, and a yellow blouse.  Norma saw them coming through the living
room, and when they entered the kitchen she was already putting plates of
bacon and hot cakes on the table.  She told them to sit down and eat "while
your food is hot."

   Sipping his black coffee, his handsome face bloated and flushed, Martin
Reardon managed a gravel-voiced "Good morning."

   It was good to hear his voice back to normal again--not slurred and
mumbling as it had been last night.  Denny noticed that his father's hand
shook slightly as he held the cup to his lips.  Denny wondered how his
father managed to work on patients' teeth with such shaking hands.  The
siblings wished him good morning, sat down and began eating with gusto.

   "Well, what do you have planned for today?" their father asked.

   Denny washed a mouthful of hotcake down with cold milk.  "We thought
we'd ride the bicycles into Walden Flats--maybe drop by Rex's or Ray's--or
visit Landon Pond."

   "Good," their father said, chewing, "but no hitchhiking, understand? 
Ride your bicycles.  I know it's a long way to ride a bike--all the way
into town--but, well, we've had a lot of trouble around here lately with
men picking up kids hitchhiking.  It's mighty dangerous, so I insist that
you use the bikes, all right?"

   They promised they wouldn't hitchhike.

   "Incidentally," Martin Reardon said, "don't be surprised if a big dog
charges at you when you're getting the bikes from the garage." He smiled
but his lips were twitching from his hangover.  "Since you were last here,
Denny, we adopted a stray dog.  His name is Frederick.  A weird name, but
that's what Norma named him.  In any event, he's friendly enough, but he's
inclined to be over-protective.  Perhaps he's overly grateful for his new
home.  Don't move too quickly till you know him better."

   Martin Reardon dabbed his mouth with his linen napkin and stood up. 
Glancing at his wrist watch, he kissed Norma.  "Well, off to the sore
muscle and neck-cracking mill," he said.  "See you kids this evening.  Have
fun, but be careful."

   Dr.  Reardon kissed his son and daughter, then exited through the back
door.  They heard the engine start, and then the sound of tires on gravel
as their father left for his office in town.

   Joyce stood up, excusing herself, and went to the bathroom.  Norma began
clearing the table, and as she bent over, her bathrobe parted slightly and
Denny caught a delicious look at the swell of her large, bare breasts.  The
negligee had drooped too.  He strained, straightening in his chair in hopes
of catching her nipples, but she wasn't bending low enough.  And then,
suddenly, her eyes met his and, strangely, she leaned even farther forward,
allowing Denny an unobstructed view of her beautiful hanging globes-nipples
and all.  Denny's heart beat fast inside his chest.  Why was Norma letting
him feast his eyes on her tits this way?  It was obviously intentional. 
Just last summer he had sucked on those titties.  He felt his prick press
hard, painfully, against the fly of his denims.  Maybe he could fuck her
this summer, he thought.  Yes, maybe his dream would come true at last!

   Norma carried the dishes to the sink then and began transferring them
into the washer.  Denny did not attempt to help her.  He didn't want to
stand up.  His hard-on would be too obvious.  Then, as if his fear of being
caught with a hard-on had materialized, Norma said, "Denny, please bring
the salt and pepper over here to the cupboard, would you?  Hmm?"

   "Uh--okay," he stammered.  "In--uh--just a minute, okay?" Desperately,
he tried to concentrate on other things--anything to make his erection
disappear.

   "I'll get them," Norma said, coming back to the table and fetching them
herself.  Bending over then, Denny saw her eyes fasten to the full erection
bulging inside his pants.  Yes, she had sighted his stiff cock for sure,
because she stared directly at his crotch for several long seconds, a hint
of a lusty smile on her full-lipped mouth.  Finally, still grinning, she
picked up the salt and pepper shakers and returned to the cupboard.

   She began humming softly, her back to him as she worked.  Her voice was
not professional as she began humming softly, but it was satin-smooth and
very female and right in tune.  She sounded a bit like Helen Reddy. 
Finally, she said, "Denny, I'm looking out the window.  Now could you bring
the other things from the table for me?"

   Denny stared down at his hard-on, which had finally dwindled somewhat.
"Okay," he said, picking up the syrup and butter plate.  He went over
beside her and set them down on the sink.

   Norma faced him then, and once again their eyes met meaningfully. 
Fluttering her lashes, she raised her eyebrows.  "Be sure to watch out for
poison oak if you go over to Landon Pond," she said.  "We don't want you
bedded down again--with your whatchamacallit all swollen again, do we?"

   Briefly, Denny stared down at the floor; then he gazed into Norma's
mischievous brown eyes again.  He knew she was taunting him now.  Yes, she
had seen his hard-on and now she was talking about poison oak and referring
to the time she had sneakily jerked him off.  She was making no effort to
hide his perfect view of her breasts either.  Her robe was still parted and
she left it that way.

   "No, I certainly wouldn't want poison oak again," he said, lying and
swallowing, unable to take eyes from the lovely milk-white set of tits.

   Norma let him continue staring at her boobs.  Denny knew she knew he was
staring at them, but he didn't care.  Fascinated by their contour, he
longed to grope them and suck them just as he'd done last summer.

   "Oh," she said, "I never informed your father about the ointment I
administered to your poison oak, dear.  Your father seemed to admire your
bravery under the circumstances, so I never--uh--informed him about my
cure-all medicine."

   "Thank you," Denny said, nodding.  He hoped she was subtly informing him
that she would keep secret anything that might ever occur between them. 
Maybe, too, she was informing him that, like himself and Joyce, they had
formed a secret agreement.  Could that possibly be true?  God, he hoped so!
Norma definitely wasn't wasting any time 'getting it on.' At the thought
that this might be true, Denny felt his prick stirring again inside his
pants.  And then she dropped the bomb that sent tingles running through his
balls.

   "Denny, there are quite a few things I'd like you to help me out with
here at the house.  Someday, when you have nothing much to do, when Joyce
is in town or something, I'd like you to give me a hand--in private.  I
realize this is your first day here and you must show your sister around,
but try to save a few days-- uh--for us.  To help me.  Your father's gone
all day during the week, of course, and I hate to disturb his relaxation on
weekends.  I have some heavy things to lift--some very special chores. 
Would you assist your step-mother sometime?"

   Denny actually found himself trembling.  "Sure, Norma," he said. 
"I--I'd be glad to.  A beautiful and ripe woman, he thought.  Not a girl,
but a fully developed woman!  It was definitely an invitation, he thought.
It had to be.  Yes, she had observed his hard-on, referred to the poison
oak incident, and now she had come right out and asked him to be alone with
her.  Was she actually inviting him to fuck her?  Or could it all be in his
sex-crazed imagination?

   Joyce entered the kitchen then.  "Come on, Denny," she pleaded.  "Let's
go!  I wanna see Walden Flats, the pond, everything.  Let's split, Den."

   Denny was careful to keep his back toward his sister and step-mother. 
For some reason he didn't want either of these two females to see the
semi-erect bulge in his pants.

   "Right on, sis," he said.  "Trying to sound casual.  Yeah, let's split."


   "Why are you walking that way, Denny?" Joyce asked.  "Is something
wrong?"

   "Hardly," he said sarcastically, wincing at his choice of words.  "O.K."
he said.  "Let's get the bikes out of garage and split for town."
Nervously, he glanced over his shoulder, saw the puzzled look on his
sister's face and his step-mother trying valiantly to suppress laughter.

   "So long," Joyce said, giving Norma a peck on the cheek before following
Denny outside to the garage.  As she watched her brother lift the garage
door, she said, "You're really weird, Denny.  Sometimes your behavior is
absolutely kooky."

   Finally, and with herculean effort, Denny had thought his hard-on away.
Boldly, he turned to face her, hands on his hips.  "Just what the fuck are
you talking about?" he said.  "You're the dingy one!"

   "Don't you dare use that kind of language in my presence," Joyce
scolded.

   "Bullshit," Denny said.  "Last night you didn't seem to mind.  You loved
it."

   "Fuck you, Denny Reardon," Joyce said.  "I expect to be treated like a
sister--a lady."

   "Then get your ass on your bike and let's go," he said.

   The garage was dark and even cold inside.  Martin Reardon used it solely
for storage--tools, lawn mower, bicycles, etc.

   Denny climbed on his bike and began pedaling down the gravel driveway.
Behind him, on her new bike, Joyce wobbled precariously.  She managed
though, and they turned up a brief incline and then down the hill to Walden
Flats Lane.  There, they found the main two-lane road that led to the town
proper, several miles away.  There was little traffic as they rode easily
on level ground, passing big trees and antique-looking wood-frame houses
set well back from the winding road.  They stopped to rest several times
and it was nearly half an hour before they took the last bend in the road
and entered the town itself.  There were small stores, the town square, a
movie theater, their father's office and Sherman's Pharmacy.

   Still panting from the ride, Denny saw that his sister was really
exhausted.  "Let's stop at Sherman's for a soda, huh?" he said, breathing
hard.  "You'll like Mr.  Sherman.  He's a super guy."

   Her black shiny hair mussed from the ride, Joyce nodded agreement.  They
braked to a halt, got off their bikes, lifted them over the curb, leaned
them against the building and went inside.  Mrs.  Sherman and a
hunch-shouldered, weird-looking clean-up man were the only people in sight.
When Denny and Joyce sat down at the counter, Mrs.  Sherman came over and
asked them what they would like.

   Denny ordered an orange soda, grinning.  Then he said, "Remember me,
Mrs. Sherman?"

   Peering through her thick glasses, the elderly, gray-haired woman
squinted, trying to remember.  Suddenly the haggard face beamed and the old
woman threw her hands in the air.  "Why it's Denny Reardon!" she gasped. 
"What a pleasant surprise!  Haven't seen you since last summer.  Your
father said nothing about your coming this summer."

   "This is my sister, Joyce," Denny said.  "We just flew in last night. 
Give her an orange, too."

   "Delighted to meet you, dear," she said.  She fixed the drinks quickly,
then set them on the counter.

   Denny sipped for a moment, then fiddled with his straw.  "Where's Mister
Sherman?" he asked.

   Mrs.  Sherman's face grew serious.  "He passed away, Denny," she said.
"Six months ago." She looked away for a moment, hiding the tears in her
eyes.  "He had a heart attack right over there--by the cosmetic counter,"
she said, her eyes distant, as if she were remembering, vividly visualizing
the death of her husband.

   Stunned, Denny sighed.  "I--I'm awfully sorry ...  I didn't know.  I--I
really liked him a lot."

   Denny didn't know what else to say.  Kaleidoscopically, his mind flashed
back to last summer.  He recalled sitting in this same drug store with Rex
and Ray, inhaling the combined fragrance of candy, pharmaceuticals,
cosmetics.  No drugstore had ever smelled quite like Sherman's.  But now
the place smelled different somehow, as though old man Sherman had taken
some of that special smell with him.  It was an awful thought, and Denny
remembered reading comic books at the counter, turning the pages endlessly
until Mr.  Sherman (who looked much like his own father, except he was
older and wore a beard) began frowning and clearing his throat and wiping
the counter vigorously.  Then he would stare at the boys' empty glasses as
if wondering why they didn't order more drinks.  Denny almost cried.  Mr.
Sherman was gone now--struck down by a heart attack in his fragrant corner
drugstore--and Denny knew the place would never smell or be the same again.
Denny did not know what to say to widows.  He wanted to say that Mr. 
Sherman had been a good man who talked to boys as if they weren't just
boys, but adults.  But he did not know how to say it.

   "I liked Mr.  Sherman a lot," he managed, finally.  "I'm sorry, Mrs. 
Sherman."

   The old woman forced a smile--a good one.  "And he liked you boys, too,"
she said cheerfully.  "Well, just where are you youngsters bound for
today?"

   "I'm gonna introduce sis to Rex's sister, Sue," he said.  "Yeah, I'm
showing my sister around today.  We thought we might stop by Rex's or Ray's
place."

   "Well, I might be able to help you," Mrs.  Sherman said.  "By
coincidence, they were here about twenty minutes ago.  You'll probably find
them at the pond.  That's where they said they were going."

   Denny paid for the drinks, stood up and thanked the old lady.  "Thanks,"
he said, "and I hope you do just fine here at the store without--"

   "Yes, just fine," she interrupted.  "I've hired Louis here to help me
out.  You musn't feel sorry for me."

   The man she called Louis was staring at them weirdly from across the
store.  His shoulders were hunched and his dark eyes narrow.  Spooky
looking, Denny thought.  His stare gave Joyce the creeps, too, Denny
noticed.  They said goodbye to Mrs.  Sherman and departed for Landon Pond.

   From Walden Flats to Landon Pond, the road was downhill most of the way.
But Denny pumped his bike hard anyway, eager to see Rex and Ray and Sue
again.  Joyce coasted, lagging behind.

   "Hey, come on!" Denny screamed over his shoulder.  "Pump harder!  Dig
that hot little cunt of yours into the bike seat and let's make some time."


   "Shut that filthy mouth of yours," Joyce shrieked back.

   A big pine tree with a rope attached lay just ahead, beyond a flimsy
wooden bridge.  Denny and his friends had played there just last summer. 
Denny feasted his eyes on the smooth surface of the pond.  Excited, he
spotted three bicycles--two boys' bikes and one girl's.  Panting, he laid
his bike on the hard ground and, in a moment, Joyce pedaled up and laid her
bike down, too.  "Are they here?" she asked, excited, too.

   "Yeah, it's them," Denny said.  "Maybe they're skinny-dipping.  Come on,
let's sneak up on 'em."

   Giggling, Joyce followed as he led the way through thick foliage until
they reached the edge of the pond.  Denny was careful to point out the red
and green poison oak leaves as they made their way, telling his sister it
would make her pussy swell up if she touched the poisonous plants. 
Finally, they heard voices and knelt and peered through the trees and
bushes at the bank of the huge pond that was nearly a lake.

   Three bare-assed youths--Ray, Rex and Sue--frolicked in the shallow
water by the bank.  Denny had never seen Sue naked before.  She and Rex
stood on the bank watching then as Ray swung out over the water on a long
rope, his huge pecker slapping against his stomach.  Then, Tarzan-like, he
yelled and dived into the water.

   Denny and Joyce lay on their stomachs, peering at the activity below
like two Indians getting ready for an ambush.  "That looks like fun," Joyce
said.

   Impulsively, Denny rolled over onto his back and took his prick out. 
Laughing quietly, he played with himself, making his organ hard almost
immediately.  "Is my prick as big as Ray's?" he asked.

   "I--I guess so," Joyce said, glancing back and forth between the two
penises.  Joyce was always embarrassed about sexual things when she was in
public.  But she was wetting her lips strangely as she stared at Rex's rod.
Fascinated, she said: "He isn't circumcised, is he?"

   "Huh-uh," Denny said.  "But Ray is, right?  Look!  My prick's bigger
than his, huh?"

   Frowning, Joyce studied the hunk of meat hanging from Rex's auburn patch
of pubic hair.  Both Rex and his sister, Sue, had reddish-brown hair.  It
was a darker shade at their crotches though.

   Joyce said, finally.  "True, you do have a larger organ, but look how
big his balls are.  How do boys get such big balls?  Hmm ...  "

   Gently, Denny slipped his hand under his sisters yellow blouse and began
playing with her breasts.  Joyce wore no bra and she almost ignored his sly
massage, so intent was her gaze on the naked bodies below.  She was propped
up on her elbows and in a moment Denny scooted under her, pulling her
blouse all the way up to her neck so he could shower kisses on her hanging
titties.  Then, when he began applying suction, drawing each erect nipple
deep into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it, Joyce began pumping
her pussy against the hard ground.

   "Like that, don't you?" Denny said.  "Get you alone and you're a--a
nymphomaniac, practically."

   "Ummm, it does feel nice, Denny," she cooed.  "I really love watching
those naked boys with their pricks hanging out and having you suck on my
titties.  Isn't it wild watching naked people when they don't know you can
see them?"

   Grunting, his mouth full of his sister's firm breast, Denny reached down
and began running his hand back and forth over the top of his sister's
cunt. Even through the tit-fitting denims he could feel the moist heat of
his sister's love slit.  Perhaps a minute passed, and then he unsnapped her
denims at the top and slid his hand inside until he could feel the downy
fur of her beautiful pussy.  Slowly, tenderly, he began finger-fucking her
then, gathering enough juice from her snug hole so it would feel better at
the top, on her love-button where she liked it best of all.  Still staring
at Rex's and Ray's pricks, she began moaning softly and pumping harder at
his finger."

   "Ohhhh, Denneeeee," she murmured.  "That's beautiful, just perfect
having you play with my cunt that way.  Look at those boys' peters!  Ummmm.
I love it when we're outdoors and nobody can see us.  Nice and secret ...
ohhhh ...  make me come, Den.  Make it tingle, hmm?" she coaxed.  "Don't
stop!"

   Naturally, instinctively, she let her hand steal down and grip her
brother's throbbing hard-on--dribbling, pulsing.  Her eyes trained steadily
on the cocks of Rex and Ray, she caressed the dripping head, tickled it
ripplingly with her soft loving fingers so she could manipulate the gush of
its pre-love juice and roll its buttermilk-like texture between her
fingers. "You didn't come already, did you?" she asked in a trembling
voice.

   "Nope," Denny replied.  "It's just that I'm hot and my peter is dripping
like crazy."

   "I thought you must've come," she whispered.  "There's so much goo,
Denny.  There's really a lot of it.  Gosh!"

   Denny assured her that he hadn't come.  "Hey, let's get your pants off
so I can lick your pussy again the way I did last night."

   Joyce wanted to--Denny could tell--because her breath came faster,
faster.  "I don't think we b-better, Denny.  What if an airplane or
something flew over us.  I--I don't know ...  "

   "What's it gonna do?" he asked.  "Land and arrest us?" He jiggled his
finger harder and faster against her clitoris.

   "Oh, yes!" she pleaded suddenly.  "Do it to me, Den." She began tugging
at her denims then, frantically trying to squirm out of them.  She helped
him pull at the elastic band of her panties also, then lay on her back in
the weeds, covering her eyes with the back of her hand as she pumped her
firm ass at her brother's mouth.  Her voice grew high-pitched as she ground
her juicy slit in perfect rhythm to his bobbing head, the probing and
wagging tongue that was bringing unspeakable pleasure.

   "Denny, Denny ...  Ohhh, Denny!" she chanted.  "My beau-teee-full big
brother ...  honey baby-brother ...  ohhh!"

   Unable to stand it any longer, Denny spun her around so that they lay
mouth-to-genital.  "Put my thing inside your mouth," he said.  "Suck mine,
too," he commanded.  Then, "Please?  Please?"

   Denny was grateful his sister was so hot.  She didn't require lengthy
coaxing.  Yes, the sight of the naked threesome below had triggered some
new and desperate need deep within her.  Panting, she grabbed his dripping
shaft in both hands and began nursing lovingly on the reddish-purple head.
For the very first time, she actually seemed to enjoy munching on his tool,
as though it were an all-day sucker or an ice cream cone.  As he lapped at
his sister's cunt, swallowing her tangy love-juice, he felt her doing the
same to him.  She didn't hold back--not a bit--and then her hands were
caressing and kneading his balls adoringly and he felt his cockhead hitting
the back of her throat.

   Abruptly, she began emitting little squeal-whines, and then saying
gurglingly, "ymm, erghmm, umm, yumm." Denny used all the restraint he could
muster to keep from blasting off into his sister's oven-like mouth.  He had
never experienced anything like it before.  And then, suddenly, her
heavenly mouth left his throbbing cock and the stark, ugly cool air against
his organ was jarring him back to reality.  "Hey, sis!" he protested.

   "Denny, I'm coming!" his sister cried.  "I'm going to come right now! 
Ohhhh ...  "

   Angrily, Denny jerked her head back to his aching member and thrust once
again into the heat of her wet, gulping mouth.  He shoved harder, harder
into the welcome mouth, knowing he would come, knowing he had to spurt his
love cream into his sister's mouth as he lapped harder and harder on her
love nub.  He had never felt his sister's bottom quivering in his palms
before.  He knew she was there--ready to climax.  With one hand, he reached
down and firmly grasped the back of her head, signaling her that he
intended to come in her mouth.  Then the tingling sensation began, washing
over his entire body, the tiny pinpricks of delight engulfing him as he
realized that Joyce wasn't resisting his intention to shoot his come in her
mouth.  Joyce knew how much of his jism squirted up from his balls and
catapulted through his thick shaft and into the air from watching him jerk
off since the first time a solitary drop had dribbled over the end of his
prick until the present.  But now he often shot sperm a foot or more into
the air.  So now she knew what to expect.  She could anticipate that his
love-milk would spill and splash and gush inside her cheeks and down her
throat, like a river, maybe even gagging her, but she held his ramrod hard
now, drawing on it and knowing what to expect and even looking forward to
it.

   Denny shuddered, happy that she, at last, felt the same way about his
prick as he felt about her pussy, hungering for it.  And this thought drove
him to a frenzy now as his balls hung high, pulsing.  His load spasmed
again and again, tickle-gouging up and out the tingling, sensitive channel
and deep into the scalding cavern of her nursing mouth.

   Her buttocks quivered violently as she drank his sperm, finishing her
own orgasm at the same time.  Even after Denny was certain that his final
shot of come had exited, Joyce continued to gulp hungrily.  He knew his
sister had come, for the texture of her love fluid had become watery, less
greasy.  She kept on munching on his prick though.  Delighted, he placed
his hand beneath her jaw, lightly palming her throat.  Her mouth and lips
still gulped, draining his rod of its contents and he could feel her throat
constricting as she went on ingesting the mouthful of sperm in ravenous,
greedy gulps.

   Yes, his own sister was swallowing the fluid that had lain in waiting
within his balls, and she was loving every second of it.  It was the most
exciting moment of his life--a sacred moment, an act of love and devotion
that neither of them could ever forget.  Finally, when she had drained his
manhood totally, and drained his cock dry, she lay spent with her head
resting on his inner thigh, her mewing lips against his relieved scrotum.
His own head lay against her leg, staring at the still spasming pink folds
of her love-hole.

   He groaned, shuddering from head to toe, like the after-quake of an
earthquake.  "I love you more than anybody," he said.  "I love you
beautiful, beautiful sister."

   Her eyes were closed.  He scooted around again so that they lay face to
face and, gently, he kissed each eyelid as he firmly massaged her neck.  He
sensed her guilt, and he desperately wanted to relieve her of what he knew
she was thinking.  Softly, he spoke in her ear; reassuringly, and stroked
her long, black hair.

   Groping for the right words, he said, "Joyce, my wonderful sister ... 
remember last night when you told me what Roger did to you in San
Francisco? Before we left?"

   She did not answer.  She buried her face deep into his shoulder, as if
to hide from her brother--hide from the entire world.

   "Sis, I know what you're thinking," Denny said.  "But try to listen to
me and understand what I say, huh?"

   Very slightly against his shoulder, he felt a nod that gave him the
courage to go on.  "Remember what you told me about Roger Harris?  You said
that anybody who did that with his tongue to your pussy must love you very
much?"

   Her head nodded again.

   "Well, I feel the same way about what you just did.  Now I know you love
me, sis.  I believe it!  It was the most wonderful thing anybody ever did
to a man.  I-- I'll never forget it.  I've loved you for a long time now,
sis, and I don't know if I can ever really love anybody else but you, or do
the same things with just an ordinary girl.  You're my sister.  We--we both
came out of the same pussy, you know?"

   Denny thought of his desire for their step-mother, Norma, and he
wondered if, really, he was being totally honest.  He decided he was being
honest.  Yes, Norma was completely different.  She was older than he, and
his desire for her, wanting to fuck her, was a different land of urge. 
Norma would be more like a teacher, guiding her pupil in his first all-out
fuck.  But for Joyce he felt genuine love--love and the need to protect her
from harm and other males.  True, he was sometimes gruff with her, but no
matter how crude or insensitively he behaved toward her, he respected her
and wanted to care for her.

   "We didn't do anything wrong," he said.  "What you did to me wasn't
dirty or anything, Joyce.  It was--well, beautiful.''

   Joyce sat up straight then, grinning and shaking her head.  "You sure do
talk a lot of weird nonsense," she said.  "Do you really think I think I
did anything dirty?  Oh, boy!  What a dumb, naive brother I've got!  I've
wanted to do that to you for a long time.  So today I just decided to find
out what it was really like to be a--a cocksucker.  Nothing more.  That's
all." She giggled then, ridiculing him.  "My mouth was just a little tired,
so I was resting.  And then you start that garbage about our coming out of
the same pussy--our mother's pussy.  Wow, Denny, sometimes I think you're
really crazy.  My brother, the kook!"

   Dumbfounded, a little chagrined, Denny stared at his sister in
astonishment.  "You let me go on and on that way, talking, and you didn't
even feel guilty?"

   "Why should I feel guilty?" Joyce said, pinching his flaccid prick.  "I
was just tired.  Let's go down and see your friends now, okay?"

   Denny watched his sister pluck the fox-tails from her denims, thinking:
Girls!  No wonder everybody says they're impossible to comprehend! 
Puzzled, he watched her slip into her panties, and then they both got
dressed and presentable.

   "I like what you did to my puss," she said.  "I hope that makes you feel
nice and--and masculine." She extended her tongue, making a face and
rippling her fingers across its tip.  "I wish I had a drink of water
though. Come feels funny on your tongue and throat.  Kind of tickly.  I
certainly hope you enjoyed yourself, Denny Reardon."

   Both completely dressed and presentable, they started down through the
trees and foliage that led to the bank of the pond.  Jokingly, chiding,
Denny called his sister a cocksucker three times.

   "And you're just and old cunt-licker," she replied.  "Ha ha.  You
haven't even had your pecker inside a pussy yet!"

   Giggling hysterically then, they both bent over, hugging each other and
trying to stifle their laughter there in the bushes.  Finally, when their
laughter had sputtered and spasmed to a halt, Joyce fixed a serious gaze on
her brother.  "You're sweet, Denny," she said.  "I understand why you said
those things to me, and it was very nice of you.  The truth is, I did feel
a little weird doing that to you.  But you sounded like a--a ham actor or
something ...  a pompous pussy-lapper!"

   They both laughed again, and they were still grinning when they reached
the edge of the pond and stepped onto the muddy bank.

   "Rex!" Denny called.  "Hey, Ray!"

   The two naked boys ran over, Rex's sister, Sue, right behind them.  "We
heard you were coming," Ray said.  "Welcome back," said Rex.

   "Hello there, handsome," Sue purred.  Like her brother, she had what
seemed to thousands of freckles to go with her straight auburn hair.  Ray's
skin was without a blemish, though, except for two moles on his left cheek.
Denny noticed that his sister slyly studied the cocks of the two boys.

   "Allow me to present my sister, Joyce," Denny said in a Boris Karloff
voice, and Ray, Rex and Sue greeted her warmly.

   "Hey, take your duds off and come on in swimming," Ray urged.

   Denny saw that Ray's eyes roamed lingeringly over his sister's ripe
body, as if he could hardly wait to see her naked.  Oddly, Joyce seemed to
be blushing, and it struck Denny as the height of false modesty that he and
his sister could have just finished a good mouth-come and now she could
seem embarrassed about letting boys see her naked.  Eagerly, he began
slipping out of his clothes.

   A few minutes later, he was in the cool pond, splashing with his
friends. Sue stayed up on the bank, talking to Joyce for a while.  Then she
shed her clothes and the girls joined the boys in the pond for a nude swim.


   Soon Rex climbed onto the bank and grabbed the rope that hung from the
big tree.  "I gotta new stunt," he told Denny.  "Watch!"

   Rex ran and hurled himself from the bank then, the rope tight in his
hands, and then he soared in a wide arc maybe twenty five yards out over
the water before he drew his legs up and somersaulted, piercing the water
head first in a perfect dive.

   From the bank, Joyce and Sue applauded and whistled.  "Beautiful!" Denny
called as Rex swam back toward the bank.  "I wanna try that.  Is it hard?"

   "Not if you remember to kick your legs up high and pull up with your
arms at the same time," Rex said.  "But don't do what Ray did when he first
tried it.  He got tangled in the rope and nearly burned his balls off."

   Denny clutched his balls, groaning with exaggeration, then swam to the
bank and grabbed the rope.  He rehearsed the order of moves in his mind
carefully.  He drummed up courage, then ran and flung himself off the bank,
desperately clutching the rope, terrified.  Although he didn't swing as
high as Rex had, when he reached the farthest possible point from the tree
he imitated what he hoped were Rex's moves.  Kicking his legs up high, he
completed his somersault but struck the surface of the water, belly first.

   He surfaced, screaming, while Joyce and Sue booed his stunt from the
bank.

   "Pretty shitty," Sue said, with country girl candor.  "I mean, really
bad there, Denny!"

   Ray yelled, "Shut up!" at the girls, who sat on the bank with their
knees against their chests, their furry little twats delectable in the
Oregon morning sun.

   "Not too bad for a first attempt," Rex called to Denny.  "Never mind the
comments from those two cunts.  Next time be sure to swing higher.  Get a
faster start and spring hard from the bank."

   Denny tried it again, running faster than before.  He pulled harder with
his arms and rose higher above the water.  This time he untucked from his
somersault on time and entered the pond head first.  But his extended penis
slapped hard against the water.  "Ouch, my prick hurts," Denny said,
wincing.

   "You guys with big pricks always have problems like that," Rex said. 
"Us average-sized-pricked guys don't have to worry about that!"

   From the bank, Sue made a megaphone of her hands at her mouth.  "Tuck
your pricks between your legs," she called, giggling and nudging Joyce.

   "Why don't you hold your undersized tits under your chin and try a
somersault," Rex teased as he tread water.

   Despite herself, Joyce laughed.  Turning to Sue, she saw that her new
girlfriend didn't appreciate remarks about undersized breasts.  Her breasts
were rather small--much smaller than her own.  She had good-sized nipples
though, and she would probably be big-chested some day.

   Joyce shook her head.  "Boys have this weird thing about their pricks,"
Joyce said.  "Big cocks, big balls, big tits.  The only they have that's
really big is--is their heads!"

   Sue nodded, still upset, and the two girls sat watching the boys show
off.  They chatted as they sat there, getting to know each other.  One
thing was very obvious to Joyce: friendly Sue was not stupid, but she was
basically a simple country girl.  Her view of life and sex, like those of
many girls raised in rural areas, was earthy, direct, blunt.  She spoke
openly of Ray's manly build, his broad shoulders, narrow hips, his way of
making love to a girl.  He was pretty rough when fucking, she said, but she
actually seemed to admire this trait, as if it were manly and desirable. 
She confessed, though, that when it came to "good old fucking," she much
preferred her brother, Rex.  "I like the way he's built better," she said,
winking.

   Joyce was startled by her admission of sexual contact with her brother.
She seemed to admire the great size of Ray's cock and Joyce wondered why
she preferred fucking with her brother instead of the super-hung Ray.  They
sat there, leveling with each other in frank "girl-talk" and dangling their
bare feet in the water.  Twice, Sue reached over and palmed Joyce's left
breast, jiggling it as though weighing it and comparing it with her own
development which was yet to come.

   Embarrassed, Joyce kept the subject on the boys.  "You mean, you'd
rather have a littler prick inside you than a--a big one?" she asked
confidentially, her voice lowered to a whisper.

   Sue considered the question thoughtfully, puckering her lips.  "Well, it
isn't so much the size that counts," she whispered.  "Like I told you, it's
the way Rex is built.  See, some boys' peckers stand up high--like right
against their bellies, you know?  Then others--well, they don't stand up so
high.  The thing is, Rex's cock sticks almost straight out, so it feels
better slidin' in and out.  My pussy's built so we just kind of fit
together, ya know?  With Rex, I always come.  With Ray, and plenty of other
dudes, I don't always get that super-yummy feelin', ya know?"

   "N-Not exactly," Joyce replied.

   Joyce glanced over at Denny, studying his hanging prick that swayed with
his every move.  "How does Denny's cock fit inside you?" she inquired
matter-of-factly.

   For some reason, Joyce found she didn't want to talk about sex with her
brother.  Oddly, too, at the same time, she did not want to admit to this
more experienced country girl that she and her brother had not actually
fucked as yet--that they were both virgins.  She decided to be frank with
Sue, though, and she spoke of her boyfriend, Roger, in San Francisco and
having French sex with both him and her brother.

   "Whoo-eee!" Sue said, grimacing.  "You mean to say you put your mouth
down there--where they pee from?  You city folks get kinda kinky, eh?"

   It was as though Sue's country upbringing--her closeness to animals--had
rubbed off on her.  Because animals didn't make French love, people
shouldn't either.  But Joyce remembered seeing dogs and other animals
munching on each other's privates.  She didn't mention this, though,
because she realized the futility of making Sue understand.  Still, she was
curious about Sue's fucking experiences.  She wanted to know how boys acted
once they had their hard-ons inside a girl and how it felt to them.

   "You're puttin' me on!" Sue said.  "I mean, doesn't your brother like
fucking?"

   "Oh, very definitely," Joyce assured.  "Talks about it all the time. 
But we're both afraid of getting me pregnant, so we do everything but
fuck."

   "Shit, if that don't beat all!" Sue said, shaking her head in amazement.
"You're fourteen, girl, and you ain't even had a cock up inside your hole
yet--not even your own brother's?  I'm sure glad I don't live in San
Francisco!  Me--if I like a boy and providin' he's gotta rubber--why I'll
screw at the drop of a hat.  Feels better'n jist about anything.  Even
better'n television or gettin' your back rubbed.  Still, I guess I would
hesitate to fuck my pa though, so I guess I understand what you mean.  I
always stop pa 'fore he gits around to stickin' it in.  Guess I'm afraid
our fuckin' might cause trouble with ma.  I've jerked him off a few times,
though, and he likes to nibble on my new breasts and play with my cunt a
little.  I think he'd like to put it up my rear--just between the two of
us."

   Joyce coughed, stunned by this revelation.  "Uh--do your mother and
father know you're not a virgin?  I mean, do they know you and your
brother--uh-- fuck?"

   Sue wrinkled her freckled nose and scratched her vagina.  "I figure they
must guess I'm no virgin anymore.  No, I never told 'em about Rex and me
fuckin' all the time.  A girl ain't supposed to talk about such things. 
Even though ma and pa prob'ly done it with their brothers and sisters when
they was young, they prob'ly wouldn't take too kindly to their own kids
fuckin' each other.  That's peculiar, ain't it?"

   Again, Joyce coughed.  "Yep," she said.  "Mighty pee-cul-your."

   "Prob'ly has somethin' to do with havin' two-headed young-uns--like
that." She pondered this for a moment, then said: "Ya know, maybe it's your
brother's fault ya ain't been fucked yet.  If he really wanted his prick in
your twat he'd a prob'ly done it long ago.  Boys're stronger, and as pa
always says, if a man wants a woman he just goes ahead and fucks her.  All
he has to do is git himself a rubber.  Rex buys 'em all the time now at
Sherman's drug store.  That new guy there who helps out Mrs. 
Sherman--Louis's his name--he sells 'em to Rex.  You tell your brother to
git himself a rubber and do it to ya.  It's better to do it the first time
with someone ya know real good, like a brother or a cousin, you know?  A
girl isn't so scared that way."

   "Louis?" Joyce repeated.  She wondered who Louis might be.  Maybe Denny
had seen the man.  She would have to check on this rubber business.

   "Yep, I think maybe your brother's just a little chicken," Sue said,
nodding.  "Like last summer when he was here.  I remember his really shying
away from me.  Shit, I been fuckin' since I was ten-years-old, and Denny
kept treatin' me like I didn't even have a cunt 'tween my legs.  He
wouldn't even swim naked if I was around.  Tell him to buy some rubbers,
hear?  We gonna git you fucked this summer--one way or the other." She
laughed--a little coarsely, Joyce thought.

   "Very well--uh--that does seem like a good idea," Joyce said.  "We both
want to know how it feels to-- uh--fuck."

   "Might be a good idea to break your own cherry first," Sue advised. 
"That way it won't be so messy when Denny plugs ya for the first time.  You
won't leave so many telltale tracks either.  My pa pretty near went
bug-fuck the first time he found telltale tracks on my sheets.  He's a
sneaky, suspicious old fart."

   Scowling, Joyce turned her head.  This girl Sue, it seemed, had acquired
all the expressions she had always detested.  Still, there was something
genuine and honest about Sue that she admired.

   CHAPTER 4

   Joyce managed to change the subject then, and Sue discussed her early
years in Georgia, where she and Rex were born and lived until Sue was
eleven.  Then the family had moved to Oregon and they had lived here in
Walden Flats ever since.  Joyce found it strange that Sue spoke with such a
pronounced southern accent while her brother, Rex, retained only a hint of
his southern origin.

   When Sue had finished telling Joyce about Georgia, she spoke fondly of
Walden Flats, Portland, all of Oregon.  She even loved the winter rains
because they made the summers so fresh and green.  She knew a lot about the
history of the state, too.  She explained that many of the pioneers thought
Oregon was far superior to California and came north for still more space
and freedom.

   "Some of those Gold Rush gents even thought there was gold here," she
said.  "They left California and came up here to search for gold.  They
found some, but not much.  Not like down there in your California."

   This country girl was no dumbie, Joyce decided.  She might speak a
little different than what Joyce was accustomed to, but she knew plenty.

   "See?" Sue said, pointing at a steep bank off to their right, possibly
three hundred yards away.  "Them's holes in the cliff where those Gold Rush
guys squirted big hoses--tryin' to git gold to run down into their sluice
boxes.  Rex's the one who knows all about it.  He's really smart.  He knows
plenty about fuckin', but he knows plenty about the history of this state,
too."

   Joyce followed Sue's gaze to the cliffs, fascinated.  The thought of men
frantically searching for gold on this very spot, long before she was born,
enchanted her.  She visualized this quiet, near-deserted spot humming with
activity, bustling with greedy men digging into the cliffs and trying to
get wealthy by collecting yellow metal from the now peaceful Oregon
countryside.  But they couldn't have everything their way.  California had
made some men rich--gold rich--but Oregon had offered only green rolling
land and clear skies to make people happy.

   Just then, Ray--the big-pricked one--swam over to them and, treading
water, grinning, said: "I can see two juicy little cunts." He was staring
directly between their legs.  My cock's getting hard just looking at 'em.
One's so soft and black and furry, with a pretty pink line down the center.
The other one's kinda reddish brown, but it has that pink slit, too.  My
nuts are achin' and my peter sure would like to probe a while in those
little ovens."

   Joyce reached down, blocking his view of her pussy with her hands.  She
felt extreme embarrassment at his boldness, but Sue just smiled and spread
her legs a little wider for Ray's viewing pleasure.  Joyce noticed Ray's
shoulder bobbing in the shallow water as he obviously began jerking on his
prick beneath the water's surface.  Secretly, though, she was thrilled. 
Very slyly, she let her legs part a bit.

   "I'm gonna show these here gals a periscope," he said.  He floated then
on his back so that only his big hard-on showed above the water.  His prick
still above the water, he then began jerking off, boldly working his
foreskin back and forth, back and forth in his fist beneath the clear
Oregon skies.  His rod was enormous, Joyce noticed, breathing faster as he
aimed the huge flesh weapon directly at them.

   Finally, he resumed his original position.  "That was a submarine,
girls--about to fire a torpedo!  Right at your cunts!"

   Both girls giggled at his boldness, admiring his boyish masculinity.

   Farther out, beyond the big swinging tree, Rex and Denny were busily
thinking up new stunts to impress the girls.  They tied new knots for
handholds and footholds and paid little attention to Ray's sex games.

   "Sure wish I could stick what I'm holdin' in my hand into one of the two
cunts I'm lookin' at," Ray said.  "Whew, fuckin' sure is fun, ain't it? 
How about it, Sue?  Wanna take a little hike to the other side of the pond
with me?  This here prick's about to explode it's so hungry for poontang."

   "You're pretty fresh there, Raymond," Sue said teasingly.  "I sure ain't
no cargo ship, and that's a mighty big torpedo you got.  You could hurt a
girl with that wanger, boy."

   "True, but I promise to go real easy, huh?  Come on, Sue.  You know you
love it.  Let's fuck, huh?"

   Joyce found her pussy getting all mushy inside.  Sue began wagging her
knees back and forth, making her cunt lips rub against each other, trying
to drive Ray crazy.  Joyce could see by the serious look on Sue's face that
her new friend wouldn't mind having Ray's prong sliding between those juicy
pink lips--fucking her.

   "Hey, we never did it before in the water," Ray said.  "Come on, huh? 
Let's fuck in the pond."

   "Bullshit!" Sue said.  "We did too fuck in the pond!  Four times!  But I
ain't no fish, Ray." She glanced around, as though looking for a suitable
fuck-site, and kept on wagging her legs so that her cunt lips showed
enticingly.  To Joyce's amazement, Sue then reached down and began slowly
fingering her clit!

   They went on that way, Sue wagging her legs and Ray asking her to let
him fuck her.  Watching and listening to their playful banter, Joyce
wondered how many times these two had fucked and if they really intended to
screw right now.  She found this super-frankness stimulating but confusing.


   And then, very casually as she went on spreading her legs and closing
them, Sue said, "Betcha forgot to bring a rubber."

   "Wanna bet?" Ray said.  "It's the same one we used last time, and I
promise it's got no leaks.  I even tested it.  I blew it up like a balloon.
Perfect.  Come on, Sue.  Let's fuck!"

   "Same one?" Sue said, as if insulted.  "Shoot, can't you find any other
girls to stick that baseball bat in?  I don't want you usin' no old rubber
on me.  I've heard of some cheapskate boys, Raymond, but you certainly do
take the cake."

   Discouraged, Ray started to swim away.  Instantly, Sue stood up, cupping
her small tits in her hands.  "Okay, then," she said, "let's take that
walk. But I don't want you talkin' no hour to get your nuts off."

   Ray's face brightened.  He turned and headed for the bank to claim his
willing pussy.  Leaning over, Sue whispered in Joyce's ear.  "Wanna learn
to fuck?" she said.  "This might be a good time.  He's awful big, but he
does have a rubber.  Whyncha take a walk with him and lose your cherry?"

   "You better go ahead," Joyce said, breathing hard and tempted, but
frightened.  "I think he's too big for my first time.  No, I don't think
so."

   Although Sue shrugged indifferently, Joyce could tell that she wanted to
take on the big cock.  Her offer had merely been a courteous gesture.  Yes,
she was certain that Sue wanted Ray's big dong.  It was in her eyes and on
her nipples, which were erect.  She even thrust her hips slightly, in
anticipation, as Ray leaped from the pond like a big fish for bait.  And
then Joyce's eyes widened in amazement as Ray emerged from the pond.  Even
in its semi-erect state the lazy hard-on seemed a formidable knockwurst for
a girl to get inside her pussy.  God, she thought, once the cold water has
lost its effect and the sun warms the thing, it would probably be eight
inches long!

   Joyce stared, gulping, at Ray's swollen cock and swinging balls as he
fumbled in his pants pocket, then withdrew a small box of rubbers.  He
withdrew a long, used rubber--inspecting it--then put it back in the box.
The two of them then walked arm-in-arm, naked, toward a thick clump of
bushes.

   In a flash, Sue's brother swam over to Joyce.  Denny was right behind
him.  "Bet they went off to do some humpin', huh?" he asked.  "Did they say
they was gonna fuck?"

   "I--uh--believe so," Joyce said, still shocked.  "I believe that's
their--uh--intention."

   "Terrific," Rex said.  "Say, Denny says you and him're both virgins. 
Let's go and spy on 'em, okay?  Sis is one of the best screwers in Walden
Flats.  Come on.  Follow me.  You can both learn a lot."

   Rex and Denny climbed out of the pond, Denny helped his sister to her
feet, and then they headed for the bushes where Ray had taken Sue. 
Reluctantly, Joyce followed.  Somehow it didn't seem right to watch people
fucking.  It should be a private thing between two people, she felt,
resisting the anxious pull of her brother's hand.  But Denny was insistent
and she gave in and followed willingly.  She had to admit that secretly she
wanted to watch Ray's big cock fuck the experienced Sue.

   When they reached the clump of bushes, Rex held his fingers to his lips,
shooshing them, telling them to be very quiet.  Carefully then, they all
crouched low and Rex parted the bushes until they see the two naked
youngsters perfectly.  They lay on the dark earth, side-by-side.

   "It sure is a big wanger," Sue complained, "but I love to hold it in my
hand, just like a big ear of corn, and pump up and down on it.  You gotta a
nice prick all right, Ray.  Shoot, you're already dripping like some old
hound."

   Rex motioned for Denny and Joyce to drop to their knees.  Then all three
of them dropped to the ground to await the sights and sounds of fucking.

   They didn't wait very long, for Ray began rubbing Sue's tits and running
his hand urgently over the cheeks of her smooth ass.  He stroked Sue's tits
with one hand, then began deeper into the crevice of her buttocks.  As she
continued jacking his giant, hard stalk he began concentrating on her pubic
mound.  He also kept muttering something in Sue's ear that Joyce couldn't
hear, but it was exciting Sue.  Her small hand worked faster up and down
the giant erection and she kept stabbing its head against her tummy. 
Finally, Ray's mouth moved down to her breasts and he began squeezing and
sucking the nipples at the same time.  Shaking all over then, Sue let him
slip his middle finger into her gushing love-slit after toying briefly at
the auburn patch that guarded the wet hole.

   Then Sue's breath and grunts began coming really fast!  Raising her leg
to give him greater access, she began shoving the bulging head of Ray's
meaty shaft against her love nub.  Even at this distance, Joyce could hear
the beautiful sound--a slurping sound--of their combined juices as the
dribbling head of Ray's rod jabbed against Sue's clitoris.  For several
minutes they went on that way, and then Ray turned Sue over onto her back,
crouched on knees and elbows and began feeding the eager head of his cock
into Sue's waiting cunt.

   "You promised to go easy, Ray," she moaned.  "Remem--ber?  It's such a
big one, so you have to go slow and remember n-not to p-push too h-hard ...
ohhh ...  you--you pro-mised ...  Jesus, Rayeeeee ...  ohhh, fuck me ... 
stick that b-big w-wanger up me!"

   "That's right," Ray breathed.  "I promised, didn't I?  But that cunt of
yours feels so good and hot I--I just sort of forget, ya know?  Sue, I love
to stick it way up you, baby.  Oouuu, do I like to sink my meat in your hot
puss.  Fuck, fuck, fuck ...  "

   He was sucking at her nipples then, his back hunched like a bleary-eyed
hound with a bitch in heat.  His back was hunched that way, Joyce knew, so
that he could suck her breasts and fuck her cunt at the same time.  But
suddenly he groped with one hand until he found the rubber box.  Fumbling,
he took out the loose one--the one he said he'd tested--and then he flopped
his huge hard-on up on Sue's tummy and slipped the thing on.  Then he
probed again at her wet cunt until his cock was in all the way.  He began a
slow and steady rhythm, his balls swinging ponderously now, sinking his
shaft into the Juicy pink cunt lips.  The eager absorbing pussy seemed to
fold in and out with every mighty thrust.

   "Do it," Sue begged, gyrating her hips and clawing at his muscled back
with her fingernails.  "Ohh, fuck me, Ray.  Go ahead and stick me harder!"

   Taking both cheeks of Sue's ass in his hands, Ray lifted her in order to
meet her request, sinking the full length of his cock into the tight,
folding and unfolding lips of the young snatch.  His own ass began driving
harder, not just up and down but in a circular motion too, side to side and
in and out at the same time.  Grunting, both of them pumped hard, genitals
clashing in a rotating frenzy.  Joyce felt her own cunt getting slippery as
she watched, hypnotized.  Fucking, she thought.  This is what fucking is
like.  It looked beautiful--delicious and awful and dirty and beautiful. 
She let her middle finger drop down to her crotch and slyly teased her
clitoris.  The sight of a boy's prick actually fucking a girl's pussy
stimulated her beyond her wildest dreams.

   At first she was shocked when she saw Rex begin to jerk off as he
watched his friend, Ray, screw his sister.  "Wow!  They can sure fuck, huh?
Look at 'em hump, Denny!" Rex gasped, stroking his full erection faster,
gripping it so hard his knuckles of his right hand were white.  Joyce saw
that Rex's hard-on was smaller than Ray's or Denny's, but she also detected
what Sue had meant when she said Rex was built different than Ray.  Rex's
prick stuck out more level with the ground than either Ray's or Denny's. 
No, it wasn't an enormous cock, but it was a beautiful one all right.

   Now Ray's ass began to move at an incredibly fast tempo.  Again and
again, he rammed his big rod home into Sue's squishy cunt.  She kept right
with him, matching his pace, prodding his buttocks with her heels, raking
her fingernails still harder on his back.  She was chanting: "Ahhh ... 
ummmm, fuck me, Ray ...  fuck me ...  fuck my hole ...  fuck me," as she
frenzedly licked and bit his cheek and neck.  Gulping, she planted wet
kisses everywhere.

   "Whew!" Denny cried.  "They sure know how to fuck."

   Joyce could tell that her brother was even more excited than she was. 
They had never observed anyone actually fucking before and this session was
a grunting, sweating, exciting thing to behold.  Something in Denny's voice
seemed strange, though, and glancing at him she saw that he had also begun
to play with his prick, gently jerking himself off as he feasted his eyes
on Sue and Ray thrashing frantically on the ground.  Now the fucking couple
rolled over and Sue was on top--pumping, groaning, the cheeks of her bottom
clenched, taut.

   "Sis, come here," Denny said, pulling her until she was sitting between
him and Rex.  Reaching without taking his eyes from Sue and Ray, he put his
hand on his sister's pussy and began fingering her clit with his index
finger while he jacked on his hard-on with his other hand.  "Rex, listen,"
he said softly.  "Why don't you play with Joyce's boobs while I finger-fuck
her?" Rex hesitated and Denny said, "Go on ...  play with my sister's tits.
She'll love it."

   Ordinarily, he felt jealous when any boy made a move toward Joyce, but
Rex was a good friend.  Besides, he would only be playing with her tits,
not her cunt.

   At the moment, though, Joyce had gone into a kind of trance.  She didn't
care who did what to her breasts or her vagina.  The sight of the two
writhing bodies, the groans of pleasure and Ray's big cock sliding in and
out of Sue's pussy had her almost as excited as she had been up on the bank
earlier with her brother.  She welcomed her brother's finger now against
her clit.  She even grabbed Rex's wrist and assisted his hard squeezing of
her erect nipples.  Denny and Rex were pounding furiously on their stout
shafts as they fondled her body.  Joyce kept switching her gaze from the
two boys beating their hard-ons to the fucking taking place in front of
her. The hot hands that worked on her pussy and tits were driving her
sex-mad, and those stiff cocks being jerked off on either side of her,
accompanied by excited gasps, had her wanting to fuck as she had never
wanted it before.

   Suddenly Denny groaned loudly and rose to his knees.  He tugged at
Joyce's neck and jabbed his cock at her mouth.  She didn't resist.  The
hand working against her clit, rubbing even harder now, had her willing to
do almost anything ...  everything.

   Rex's hand was groping at her breast and, out of the corner of her eye,
she could see Sue--on her back once again--with her legs spread to the
utmost as she took in Ray's driving prick.  She emitted breath-gasps with
each plunging stroke.  Abruptly, Joyce grabbed her brother's hard-on for
the second time this day, bent down and wrapped her lips around its pulsing
firmness.  There wasn't time for her to work her mouth up and down its
length, for Denny stroked it a few times, babbled that he was coming, then
shot his clumps of tapioca-like sperm into her mouth.  Greedily, she gulped
as she swallowed the globs of love cream.  His balls shot out an awful lot
of jism for a boy his age, but it was wonderful, delicious.  Had she become
a cocksucker addict?  Yes, she thought, and I don't care!  I love to suck a
hard cock--love to swallow the love-juice.  Vaguely, she realized she had
gone temporarily insane with lust.  The hands on her body ...  the fucking
going on.  She was so hot she didn't care about anything but fucking and
sucking.

   Now Sue was reaching a climax.  Screaming, she pummeled Ray's buttocks
with her heels and humped savagely--amazingly for a teenager.  "I'm makin'
it ...  I'm comm-mming!  Ohhhhh!  Fuck!  Pump hard!  Fuck!  Ohhhhhh!" Her
climax was pitiful, intense as she wailed on and on.  Ray responded at
once. "I'm there, too!" he gasped.  "Me, too!  Give me all you got!"

   Joyce still held her brother's wrist, begging him to continue applying
pressure to her clit, despite his fatigue and sudden lack of interest
following his orgasm.  But she had not come yet, and neither had Rex. 
Suddenly, despite a lingering desire to remain ladylike in front of Rex,
she hurled herself on Rex's stiff and dripping rod.  Pulling his hand away,
she made him cease his masturbating and engulfed his throbbing hunk of hot
meat in her mouth.  Yes, she had become a cocksucker all right, and for the
moment at least she fully abandoned herself to this frightening but
delectable knowledge.  Visions of erect male organs danced in her head,
rows of spurting, pulsing hard-ons filled her teenage brain.  She was in
love with the male organs all around her: the prick that was spurting in
Sue before her, the satisfied prick of her brother on her right, and the
cock she now gorged herself on.  Desperately, she wanted Rex's sperm.  She
wanted both loads in her tummy; she wanted to drink the male love-juice
just as she had her brother's and let Rex's come mingle with her brother's.
Her feelings terrified her they were so intense, so unrestrained.  She
massaged Rex's balls harder, harder, cupping the light-furred balls in her
hands and squeezing tenderly but hungrily as she took his anxious thrusts
deeper and deeper into her gulping throat.

   Suddenly the thought occurred to her, as she watched the fucking couple
buck to the final goal of their orgasm, that possibly Rex had never had his
cock sucked before.  His sister had expressed horror at the idea of sucking
a cock, so this could be an entirely new adventure for Rex.  Oddly, in a
way, she liked the fact that his pecker was smaller than her brother's. 
She could get more of the male meat in her mouth, let it stab farther down
her throat, which she was rapidly learning to open to make a more desirable
receptacle for a cockhead.

   The thought that this might be a new experience for Rex drove her
mouthing efforts to even greater intensity.  She rode her brother's finger
hard and gulped, opening her throat as far as possible to accommodate the
plunging member that now threatened to smash the roof of her mouth.  It
certainly did strike with force, but its bulbous head was mushroom soft as
it collided against the top of her mouth, then glanced off and speared deep
into her throat.

   Rex's hands clutched her head hard now, and she knew he was about to
come.  Her own climax hovered dreadfully close, and shuddering as her own
body convulsed to completion, she felt the first blasts of Rex's load,
splashing and salty and scalding, gush their way down her eager throat. 
She clutched the base of the jerking prick and drank, taking every loving
drop of the thick cream down into her waiting tummy.

   At once, Rex fell forward, collapsing.  Then he rolled over onto his
side and lay there, twitching and moaning as he cupped his own balls. 
Joyce moved so that she lay on her side too, her head resting on Rex's hip
as she continued to stare at Ray and Sue through the bushes.  Ray still lay
on top of her spread legs, his prick still in her, spent and breathing
hard, their climaxes past now.

   Grateful that at last his sister had come, Jenny lay on his stomach,
taking a well-deserved rest after his post-orgasm manipulation of his
sister.  Joyce eyed her brother closely, wondering if he would be angry
that she had sucked Rex's peter off.  But most of all, she hoped Rex
wouldn't think of her as a whore for taking his organ in her mouth.  She
wondered what Sue would think if Rex told his sister what she'd done to
him. The thought that Sue might think of her as some kind of freak
distressed her.

   She prodded the spent Rex.  "Rex?" she whispered.  "Rex?"

   "Huh?" he managed.  "Wha?"

   "Denny wanted me to do that to you, Rex.  I--I hope you don't think I'm
terrible for doing that to you.  Do you?  Denny's your friend and he made
me do it," she lied.  "Didn't you, Denny?"

   Denny was staring at her strangely.  Was he jealous?  She felt almost
certain he was jealous.  But she knew she had to protect herself.  If Sue
discovered she had gone down on Rex's prick, sucked it and swallowed his
come, she might never want to associate with her again.  It could ruin her
whole summer vacation here in Oregon!

   But Denny surprised her, and she knew she would love him forever when he
said, "That's right ...  I asked her to do it--t-to suck you off.  She
never did that to anyone before.  She can't stand the idea of it.  But I
made her do it to you."

   Joyce sighed, relieved, smiling gratefully at her brother.  "Rex, please
don't mention what I did to you--to your sister.  Huh?  I sort of went out
of my mind.  I want to be her friend, and I don't want her to know about
sucking you."

   Rex just grinned.  "I promise," he said.  "You don't have to worry. 
I--I'll never tell a soul.  Whew ...  I never felt anything so good in my
life.  Honest.  No, I won't tell.  Boy, can you ever suck a prick!  You're
a born cocksucker, Joyce!"

   Frowning, Joyce said, "Uh--thanks."

   Then both Joyce and her brother stared at the grinning Rex
questioningly. Was he really saying that he liked having his cock sucked
more than he liked to fuck?  He had fucked his sister before, but now he
was saying that getting sucked off was the greatest experience of his life.
Joyce exchanged glances with her brother and saw that he must be thinking
the same thoughts as she.  They had been sucking, not fucking, and thinking
as their mouth play as merely a substitute for fucking.  It was all very
confusing.  Could sucking be just as good--maybe better than screwing?  The
question was evident on both their faces, and they reached the same
conclusion at the same instant.  No, it couldn't be true, Joyce thought. 
Fucking just had to be the very best contact between a boy and a girl.  Men
had cocks that grew stiff and women had cunts that got wet and slippery. 
Cocks were designed to slide inside hot pussies, poke between their juicy
lips and spurt come in there to make babies.  Yes, fucking had to be better
than anything there was!  Sucking was heavenly, sure, but mainly it was
like an appetizer, Joyce thought.  Fucking was the thing you thought about
and waited for and finally did, and then life was just never the same
afterward, was it?  Well, I'm a virgin, she thought.  I'll just have to
wait and find out someday.

   Ray squirmed, then withdrew himself from between Sue's spread legs.  He
raised himself, then moved back until his buttocks rested on his heels. 
The sight of his immense wanger, still almost fully hard, excited Joyce. 
She knew she wanted to suck him off someday, and this admission brought
fear that maybe someday she would grow up to be a prostitute.  Could that
possibly happen?  She forced this fearful thought from her mind as Ray
peeled off the glistening-wet rubber, milking his huge cock as he did so,
capturing all his sperm inside the drooping prophylactic.  When it was off,
he tied a knot in the end and held the come-filled receptacle up against
the sun.  He reminded Joyce of a chemistry teacher she once had as he
studied the rubber as if it were a test tube.  Very proudly, he jiggled his
jism, studying it as if it were proof of his manhood.  Chuckling, he then
whacked Sue across the fanny with the leak-proof rubber containing the
eruption from his big balls.

   "Man, that was a good one," he said.  "Felt good!  A damn good fuck,
Sue. No shit."

   "Hey!" Sue protested.  "Don't you smack me with that thing.  Think I
want that junk to run out all over me.  Yuk!  Cut it out!"

   "Whyncha chew on it, huh?  Like taffy," Ray teased.

   "Why don't you chew on it, weirdo?" she said.  "Or better yet-"

   She stopped in mid-sentence, her mood changed, seemingly fascinated all
of a sudden.  Squeezing the contents of the rubber between her freckled
fingers, she belched.  Then she said, "Yeah, I guess you are quite a man,
Raymond.  I reckon you shoot more come outta your pecker than an old stud
bull.  Without a rubber, I bet you'd blast a girl right off the ground.  A
girl'd take off like a balloon you let go of when you're blowin' it up."
Shyly, she blinked, staring at the ground.  "It--it was surely a good fuck,
Ray.  One of the best I ever had.  Y-You're gettin' better.  You're
learnin' how to use that--that weapon of yours."

   "Thank you, ma'am," Ray said modestly, grabbing his balls with both
hands and jiggling.  "Yep, these balls got real, honest-to-god thrust. 
They're powerhouses, for sure."

   Sue made a little dent in the sand with her fingers.  "Let's bury the
rubber in here," she said.  "I don't want you usin' it again."

   He scratched his head, obviously toying with Sue.  "I don't know about
that," he said.  "Maybe we oughta toss it on a corner in town and kinda
watch people-uh--step over it and everything."

   "Don't be joo-vee-nile," Sue said.  "Come on, doggie.  Bury your li'l
old bone."

   Scowling, the big-cocked Ray complied.  To everyone's surprise, he gave
Sue a big kiss on the cheek.  "I wanna thank you, Sue," he said.  "You're
gonna make some man a good wife someday.  Hell, you're gettin' to be a
better fuck all the time.  No crap."

   Sue beamed.  "Thanks, Ray.  You can thank my brother, too.  He's the one
who broke me in.  Yeah, it certainly was one fine fuck."

   "Someday I wanna try it without a rubber, though.  I bet it feels maybe
a hundred times better."

   "Long as it's not on me!" Sue said.  "Don't want no baby 'fore I'm
married.  That's for damn sure."

   "We could do it the French way," Ray said.  "They do it with their
mouths so they won't get knocked up.  We never done that before."

   Sue made a face like she was going to puke.  "Gluk!" she said.  "I don't
want no man's pisser in my mouf.  Huh-uh.  And no big wanger tearin' up my
bung hole either.  No thanks.  I'll take pricks with rubbers on 'em.  Makes
me come just fine.  That other shit's fer perverts."

   Denny and Rex suddenly broke into uncontrollable laughter from behind
the bushes.  Both boys had just come in her mouth, and Joyce found the
situation terribly funny, too.  She exploded with giggling.

   Ray turned, squinting angrily at their hiding place.  "We got spies
there?" he said.  "Hey, come on out!  Who's that?"

   Winking, Rex signaled for the three of them to stand up.  All three
stood, pretending they had just arrived.  Parting the bushes, Rex said, "So
there you are!  We wondered where you two'd wandered off to.  Took a little
hike, eh?"

   Ray cradled his balls again.  "True," he said.  "Me and Sue took a
stroll.  Yeah, a stroll really feels good sometimes." His nearly flaccid
dong was swollen and still looked enormous.  He wagged it proudly.  "I
strolled right inside li'l Sue and tickled her ribs with Big Jed here."

   Denny and Joyce laughed, but Rex just looked the other way.  Joyce
wondered if maybe--like her own brother--Rex was just a little jealous. 
Ray had a bigger organ than he did, and maybe he was worried that his
sister liked to fuck Ray better than him.

   It was lunchtime and they were all hungry.  They dressed and hiked up
the road from the pond to Jenkins Market, a half mile away.  Then the five
of them sat eating potato chips and drinking Dr.  Pepper on the sagging
wood front step of the old building.

   After eating, they went back to the pond and spent the rest of the
afternoon swimming and horsing around.  Finally, when the late afternoon
shadows fell across the pond, they dressed and mounted their bicycles and
made the long, uphill pull to town.  As they pumped, struggling up the
asphalt incline, they gleefully began searching for used rubbers, empty
beer cans and wadded up tissues along the Pond Road.  Although the road was
not used much during the day, it was obvious that it became a Lovers' Lane
after dark.  As they spotted the rubbers--evidence of all the fucking that
went on there--Denny let his imagination wander.  He conjured up special,
erotic stories to go along with each used prophylactic he spotted.  Groin
tingling, he visualized women with their legs spread wide and screaming for
their men sex partners to "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

   He also vividly pictured men sucking pussies and women sucking cocks,
and he could see the men sticking on the rubbers and slipping their
hard-ons right into the steaming pussies of the women and then coming and
wiping their pricks off with the tissues.  He could hardly wait till he got
old enough to buy a car and then take girls for rides and fuck them.  Then
he would also toss his used rubbers out the window, so youngsters could see
them the next day and think just what he was thinking now: Somebody fucked
here, right here!

   As he pumped harder against his pedals he wondered what people did
before there was such a thing as rubbers.  He guessed the guys probably
just pulled their pricks out of the pussies before coming and spurted all
over the girls' tummies.  That was interesting, he thought.  There must
have been an awful lot of sticky girls' tummies in olden times.

   Finally the group reached town, Walden Flats proper, and as they passed
his father's office, Denny was tempted to stop in and say hello.  But he
decided not to.  Seeing their father tonight would be soon enough.  At the
opposite end of town--the whole town was less than a quarter mile long--the
five of them pulled their bikes to a stop at a fork in the road.

   Rex, Ray and Sue all lived the other way, so they would have to part
here.  They started to separate and then Sue said, "Oh, yeah, I almost
forgot to tell ya.  There's gonna be a big party at Jimmy Bridges place
next week.  His folks are gonna be on vacation so we're plannin' this big
party--beer, fuckin', everything.  It's on Saturday ...  a week from
tomorrow.  Kin you come?"

   "You remember Jimmy Bridges, doncha?" Ray asked Denny.

   "Sure," Denny said.  Jimmy had gone swimming with them a few times last
summer.  He was kind of a wise-ass, but pretty funny, bearable.

   "Sure, we'll be there," he said.  "But what you gonna do tomorrow?"

   Rex said they planned to go to the matinee at the Walden Flats theater
tomorrow afternoon.  There was a Steve McQueen flick showing, he said. 
They all agreed to meet at 1:15 tomorrow at the theater.  Then, as Denny
and Joyce started for home, Sue called to Joyce.

   "Listen, girl," she said, knowledgeably, "be sure to wear a lock on your
pants--either that or a chastity belt." She giggled.  "'Cause guys come and
sit down next to ya.  They start playin' with your jugs and pussy just like
they was shakin' hands.  No shit.  Just warnin' ya so ya kin come
prepared."

   Joyce, secretly, found the prospect exciting.  Today had been quite an
eye-opener, sexually.  She could hardly wait until tomorrow.  They said
goodbye again to Sue, Rex and Ray, then pumped on toward home.

   CHAPTER 5

   By the time Denny and Joyce reached their father's house, they were
totally exhausted and very hungry.  They wheeled their bikes in the garage,
then headed for the house.  And then, for the first time, they saw
Frederick, the dog their father had told them about.  He appeared to be a
blend of spaniel and some kind of hound.  From nowhere, he came snarling,
then skidded to a ferocious stop just inches from them.  Teeth bared,
drooling, he barked viciously and appeared on the verge of attacking.

   "Stop him, Denny!" Joyce shrieked, hiding behind her brother.  "He's
going to--to kill us!  Quick!  Shoot him or something!"

   "Frederick," Denny purred softly.  "You're a nice bow-bow, boy.  Nice
boy.  Relax, Frederick.  Lie down, boy."

   At the mention of his name, Frederick grew suddenly affectionate.  It
was almost as if the animal understood that anybody knowing his name could
not possibly be an enemy.  Still drooling, he sat back on his haunches,
tilting his shaggy head to one side.  Then he approached apologetically and
began licking Denny's outstretched hand.

   "That's a nice Frederick," Denny sing-songed.

   His sister had fled to the porch of the house.  She stood there,
crouched and cowering.

   "You may return now," Denny said, his voice arrogant and superior
sounding.

   "Daniel in the lion's den," she said, complimenting him.  "How did you
do it?"

   "I simply stared him down," Denny said.  "You know, I bet he'd make a
terrific pussy licker with that long tongue of his.  If you're good, sis, I
may command him to lick your snatch some day.  How'd you like that, huh? 
Hmm, sis, huh?  Huh?"

   "Shut up, pervert!" Joyce replied.  "Why do you have to turn everything
into--into something to do with fucking and sucking?"

   " 'Cause it's fun," he said, kneeling now.  "Good boy, Frederick." He
patted the cringing head without any unfavorable reaction from the now
docile beast.  "Look at his prick, sis," Denny said.  "He's got a big one,
eh?"

   Joyce slapped her brother's shoulder, and then they entered the back
porch.  "Even when it--it's just an animal, Denny, all you ever think about
is sex, sex, sex.  You're crazy, Denny.  You're gonna grow up to be a sex
fiend!"

   Suddenly Norma Reardon appeared.  "Did Frederick scare you kids?" she
asked as they entered the kitchen.  She had been reading a sexy paperback
at the kitchen table.  She stood up and kissed them both on the cheek. 
Then they all went into the living room.

   "Nah," Denny assured his step-mother, "Animals don't scare me.  He sure
scared Joyce, though.  He senses she's afraid.  Yeah, Frederick sensed
Joyce was scared so he attacked the panty-waist scaredie-cat."

   Joyce shook her head in subdued rage.  "Phooey, that's a lie," she said.
"I-I'm really quite fond of--of the thing."

   Norma came over then and ran her fingers through Joyce's disheveled
hair. "You're hair is all snarled, dear," she said.  "I didn't see you take
your bathing suits.  Did you go swimming?" She shook her head, grinning. 
"I mean, I trust you didn't swim in the nude."

   "No," Joyce lied.  "We just fooled around at the pond with Sue and Rex
and Ray." She did not want to admit they'd been skinny-dipping and Denny
enjoyed watching her squirm now.  That's why my hair got a little wet."
Quickly, she changed the subject.  "Uh--what are you reading, Norma?"

   Denny had already seen the book's title--Bigger and Better Orgasms for
the American Female.  It was written by a doctor with a long,
foreign-sounding name.

   "Just a book," Norma said, placing it beneath some papers in the
magazine basket on the floor.  She changed the subject then, too, and asked
them about their day.  Denny innocently told her about the pond and talking
to Mrs.  Sherman at the drug store.  Yes, it had been a very interesting
and innocent and delightful day.

   "Well, I'm happy you had such a pleasant time your first day in Walden
Flats, Joyce," Norma said.  "It always thrills me to hear that anybody has
had a nice day in this town."

   Realizing that she was complaining, indulging in sarcasm, she forced a
smile and glanced at the big grandfather clock against the wall.  "Guess
I'd best start fixing dinner," she said.  "You're father will be home soon.
Go ahead and turn on the TV," she said, leaving for the kitchen.

   After twenty minutes of television, their father came in.  To Denny's
disappointment, their father's face was crimson, as if he'd been drinking
again.  He weaved slightly, too.  God, he can't be drunk this early, Denny
thought.  But as he hugged and kissed his son and daughter there was the
overpowering smell of alcohol on his breath.

   "You kids had a busy day, right?" he said, patting Joyce's ass
lingeringly until Denny thought he would vomit.  "Betcha don't know how I
know you've been so busy, eh?"

   "All right, dad," Denny said, disgusted.  "Tell us how you know." He
spoke indulgently, as if speaking to a naughty child--because when Martin
Reardon drank he acted like a child.  Or an idiot!

   Joyce exchanged impatient glances with her brother.  "Yes, daddy dear,"
she said.  "Do tell us."

   Martin Reardon raised his index finger pontifically.  "Because Mrs. 
Sherman said you stopped by her store on your way to the pond.  Also, later
on, I saw you kids with Rex, Ray and Sue--riding your bikes through town."
He winked at Denny.  "That Sue's got a nice li'l ass on her, huh son?" He
clutched his balls, weaving so that he almost fell.  "Hey, wouldn't you
like to stick your meat in that, son?"

   Joyce and Denny looked at each other in horror.  Their father became a
gross lecher when he drank.  No wonder Norma is bored with living here, he
thought.  Who wouldn't be--living with such a creepy and changeable man?

   "So you see," he went, on his speech slurred, "very very little escapes
the sharp eye of your old man." Giggling, he then staggered his way to the
kitchen.

   Denny and Joyce heard a sharp exchange of words, and then their drunken
father returned, his ice cubes tinkling in his cocktail glass.  He fell
into his overstuffed chair and threw his feet up on the ottoman.  He poked
his little finger in his ears, then examined his finger.

   "Where did you see us from?" Denny asked.  He wanted to say, from the
bar?  but he restrained himself.  "We thought of stopping at your office,
but we guessed you'd be busy," he said instead.

   Blinking, Martin Reardon said, "No, unfortunately, I was not very
busy--at all." He frowned, staring depressed into his glass.  "You see,
Walden Flats is a very small town.  And when there aren't many people in a
town you don't get too many dislocations and pulled muscles and back
trouble." He waved his hand in the air, like a degenerate king in the
movies.  "Nope, I'm afraid Walden Flats isn't the perfect place for a
chiropractor in semi-retirement." He took a huge gulp of his drink.  "Truth
is, I was sitting in Wally Rakin's Bar.  There were a few cancelled
appointments, see, and that bar has a sensational view of the street. 
That's where I saw my two li'l dumplings from-'ol Wally's Bar.

   "The bar faces the street, see, and a man can sit there for hours trying
to figure out where he went wrong, staring at this hick metropolis.  It was
a big day in Walden Flats all right.  I think I saw five other people
besides you kids all day!" He chuckled strangely to himself.  "Yep, five
whole people without a damn thing wrong with their necks or backs or
anything.  Yeah, they probably go into Portland for their adjustments."

   Dabbing at the tears in his eyes, Dr.  Martin Reardon, Chiropractor,
sniffed and shook his head, pitying himself.

   Abruptly angry, Denny strode across the room and changed the TV channel
to the news.  His sister came to him and he whispered, "Jesus, he's a
bigger lush than he was last summer.  What a drag!  Sorry, sis."

   "Be nice to daddy," Joyce said.  "He just doesn't have enough patients
at the office, that's all.  Go easy on him.  He just had a few drinks."

   "A few?" Denny snapped.  "Why did he bother to come home?  Well, I know
why!  He's probably breathed so much booze in patients' faces they just
stopped coming to him.  Just the way mom said it was in San Francisco when
he had his practice there!  I bet he didn't retire because he wanted to.  I
bet they ran him out of town.  Do you see Norma?  See how disgusted she is
with him?"

   Joyce kept her back to her father now and wiped tears from her eyes. 
"Give him a chance, Denny?" she pleaded.  "Don't talk that way about him
now.  W-We love Walden Flats, and maybe he does, too.  Maybe he had a dream
of starting all over again here in this quiet little town, and his dream
isn't coming true, and he doesn't know which way to turn, and--"

   "Bullshit," Denny said.  "He knows which way to turn.  He turns to the
bar and gets smashed and makes everybody miserable."

   Denny shook his head as their father rose and went to the kitchen to fix
himself another drink.

   "He is our father," Joyce said.

   "Yeah, look at our father," Denny replied.

   Martin Reardon slipped and fell into his chair.  Then he crinkled his
nose, grinning and making a shooshing signal with his fingers at his lips
as he stared in the direction of the kitchen.

   "Be nice to him, Denny," Joyce said.  "Maybe we can make him change."

   But being nice to the drunken Martin Reardon was a 'pain in the ass,'
Denny thought.  He became just as intoxicated as he'd been the previous
night.  His senses were so numb from alcohol he couldn't tell what was nice
and what was un-nice.  As the four of them feasted on the delicious roast
beef Norma had prepared, Martin Reardon, Walden Flats' only chiropractor,
ate like a hog.  Eventually, he belched, then tried to wipe his greasy
hands on the tablecloth and stood up, bleary-eyed.  There was grease all
over his mouth and chin as he kissed everyone passionately.

   "Gotta get some rest," he mumbled to himself as he staggered toward the
master bedroom, slamming the door after him.

   "He'll sleep tight all right," Denny said through clenched teeth.  "He
has to get his rest so he can keep his appointment at Wally's Bar."

   "Denny!" Joyce snarled at her brother.  "Be nice!"

   Norma merely stared down at her plate, embarrassed and maybe a trifle
angry as she tried to hid her shame.  Quickly, Denny excused himself and
ran out the front door.  It was a beautiful Oregon summer night--cool but
not cold--the cloudless sky permitting a clear view of the stars.  Tears
streaming down his face, Denny walked to the center of the large front
yard, sobbing because of the rapid degeneration of his father.  He could
not comprehend how his father could ruin this summer vacation for Joyce and
him.  Finally, he stopped crying and returned to the living room.  Norma
and Joyce sat watching television, wearing their night clothes now--Norma
in a see-through negligee and Joyce in her dumb cotton nightie and big red
fuzzy slippers.

   Staring at the boob-tube.  Denny only half watched the corny,
tear-jerking love story flickering on the big colored screen.

   The movie ended, finally, and Joyce stretched and yawned and said she
was going to bed.  Denny decided to turn in, too.  He followed Joyce into
the bedroom, quickly slipped out of his clothes and, wearing only his
shorts (as always), climbed into bed.

   Joyce spoke softly from her bed then.  "Don't be too hard on daddy," she
said.  "He'll get better.  You'll see.  night, Denny."

   Denny said nothing.  Lying on his back, he stared up into the darkness,
still angry with their father.  He guessed he knew now why their mother had
divorced their father and, strangely, he found himself feeling a new
respect for their mother--mainly because she had always minimized their
father's drinking problem to spare them heartache.

   Denny lay there for a long time, restless and unable to fall asleep. 
Finally, he tossed the covers aside and slid into Joyce's bed.  Gently, he
snuggled, realizing that his sister had become the only person he could
turn to in times of despair.  He poked his sister in the ribs.  "Joyce?" he
whispered.  She stirred and his heart beat faster.

   "Hunh?" she groaned sleepily.  "What you want?"

   It was delicious snuggling there beside his beautiful sister.  He wanted
to discuss their father, but he couldn't force himself to do it.  Suddenly,
without knowing why, he said: "I wish you hadn't sucked on Rex's prick
today at the pond." Instinctively, his hand found her breast and he palmed
it lovingly.  "I wish you hadn't done it, sis.  I--I was jealous, you
know?"

   "You were fingering my pussy," she said, "and then you told him to play
with my boobies, Denny.  Don't you remember?  You're the one who said to do
that."

   "Yeah, I guess I did," Denny replied, "but you didn't have to suck his
prick and make him come and then swallow his stuff.  I thought that was
something special between just us--something special just we did to each
other," he said.

   "I'm sorry, Denny," she said, kissing his cheek, "but I sort of went
kooky watching Sue and Ray fucking there right in front of us.  I didn't
mean to make you jealous."

   Both of Denny's hands were lightly rubbing his sister's tits now.  "I
guess I do understand.  I guess Rex and I both got too excited.  That's why
we jerked off ...  that's why I stuck my hard-on in your mouth and shot off
in your mouth."

   "Don't apologize," Joyce said.  "I really liked it.  Incidentally, I
found out where Rex and Ray get their rubbers.  They buy 'em at Sherman's
Pharmacy--from that weird guy who works there.  Sue told me his name is
Ben--Ben Krump.  Denny, maybe you could get a rubber and then we could fuck
sometime.  I'm getting anxious to try it, Denny.  No kidding.  Yes, if you
get a rubber, then we can fuck and find out what it really feels like. 
Watching Ray sticking it in and out of Sue's pussy nearly drove me crazy!"

   Denny's prick stood straight out now.  His sister's talking about
fucking had him breathing hard and his balls riding high in his scrotum. 
Boldly, as he played with his sister's tits, he pressed his hot hard-on
against her tummy, trying to arouse her.

   To his delight, she reached down and grasped his pulsing erection in her
hand.  "Don't be angry, Denny," she said, "but I'm sort of tired.  After
all that bicycling and swimming--and coming twice today-well, maybe we
should just go to sleep without getting all excited again."

   Denny poked his prick still harder, pumping his hard-on between the
fingers of his sister's kneading hand.  Suddenly he had to stick his prick
into something--anything.  His balls tingled.  He wanted to come again in
the worst way, but he could tell that Joyce was really exhausted.

   "Okay," he breathed, "but I'm gonna get us a rubber soon and we're going
to fuck this summer.  We're going to fuck a lot, sis.  I want to fuck you
more than any girl in the world."

   He ceased fondling his sister's nice tits and got back in his own bed.
He lay there thinking about sticking his prick into that tight, hot, wet
cunt between her legs.  Lying on his back that way, his stiff rod seemed to
be burning a hole in his right palm.  He was too excited to get to sleep,
he knew.  Feeling Joyce's erect nipples had him needing to come bad.  Why
did she always seem to have this incredible power over him?

   He fondled the head of his dripping cock, tickling it and wondering if
he should jerk off.  Maybe he was degenerate of some kind, as Joyce often
suggested.  He had already come twice today and still he wanted to shoot
his sperm once again!  Rejected by Joyce, his thoughts turned to Norma and
her obvious invitation to be "alone" with her sometime soon.  Yes, he would
have to "give her a hand" all right, just as she had suggested.  Suddenly
he realized that very possibly he would score his first fuck with Norma
instead of his sister.

   Still tickling the head of his swollen organ now, he slowly grew aware
that the TV was still playing in the living room.  Norma is still up, he
thought, breathing hard.  She's still up!  He slipped out of bed, then
tiptoed to the slightly open door across the room.  He studied Norma, still
watching a late movie, reclining on the couch in her nightgown.  Was her
hand between her legs?  Was it moving?  And wasn't the hand at her tit and
the hand at her pussy moving in a kind of rhythm.  No, he decided, it had
to be his imagination.  But the curves of her ripe, full body were clearly
visible through the sheer material.  That wasn't his imagination! 
Uncontrollably, he emitted a soft groan as he peered at this woman who had
loved and who knew how to love.  Here was no inexperienced girl or
frightened sister fearful of her reputation, or whatever.  No ...  Norma
would know all about making them both come in delicious and adult ways.

   Denny tucked his hard-on up under the elastic band of his under shorts,
disguising it, then went in and sat down abruptly beside her on the couch.
Only the flickering light of the TV set illuminated the room.

   "Norma," he said.  "I can't get to sleep.  I heard the TV on, so I
decided to come out and talk awhile."

   "I'm glad you did, Denny," she said, her eyes briefly dropping to the
bulge at his crotch.  He had seen her do it!  She had glanced hungrily at
his cock.  He was certain of it!

   "I couldn't sleep either," she said, parting the couch beside her. 
"Your father is snoring quite loudly, you see."

   Denny sat down, his gaze fastening on the whiteness that showed where
the strap of her nightgown 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.  As she watched TV, Denny studied her ripe, full breasts
that seemed ready to burst through the sheer, skimpy material of the
nightgown, the shiny blond hair streaming down over her shoulders and the
darker blond hair of her cunt, the firm and luscious body beckoning there
in the flickering light.

   He wondered if her state of semi-undress and tantalizing position were
just a coincidence.  She had jerked him off, very subtly, just last summer,
while applying medicine to the poison oak on his cock and balls, and she
had let him suck on her breast that other night so long ago.  Could be
possibly have misinterpreted her meaning when she had asked him to help her
around the house someday--when they were all alone?  He didn't think so,
but at the same time he wasn't sure either.

   God, but now she was stretching, lying back and turning over on her
side, facing him.  Wasn't she still staring at the hard-on inside his
shorts?  Or was that his imagination, too?  Admiring Norma's body and
letting his imagination wander had his manhood bursting hard now.  Oddly,
he felt embarrassed, and he decided to distract himself with conversation,
until he was sure of Norma's intentions.

   "It's going to be a great summer vacation," he said.  "Joyce and I are
going to have lots of fun, even if dad does get drunk all the time."

   "You mustn't let your father's behavior ruin your vacation," she said.
"You have to pretend he doesn't exist at times.  You really must."

   "Has he been this way long?" Denny asked.

   Norma Reardon sighed.  "Yes, for a long time now--too long." The
bitterness was obvious in her voice.  Denny stared at the color TV, watched
the people moving on the screen without really seeing them.  He wondered if
his father played around with other women.  Boldly, he asked, "Is dad
faithful to you?"

   "I rather doubt it," she said, smiling.  "You see, Denny, when a man
drinks too much he doesn't fool around with other women--not his wife, not
anybody."

   Denny nodded, his heart beating faster.  "Oh," he said, wondering if she
was telling him that his father, Norma's husband, never fucked her anymore.
He wondered if, at this moment, Norma wanted to fuck him as bad as he
wanted to fuck her.

   Suddenly she stretched, a look of pain on her beautiful face.  Denny,
would you be a sweetheart and rub my back a little, please?"

   She turned over on her stomach and Denny moved closer.  The crease of
her perfectly shaped buttocks and the two dimples in the small of her back
made his prick jump up above the elastic band of his shorts.  Breathing
harder, he began massaging her neck, her smooth shoulders, squeezing and
releasing and exploring the smooth, delicious, soft but firm white flesh.

   "Perfect," she cooed.  "Ummm," and then with her thumbs she pulled the
other strap of her nightgown down to permit him total access to her upper
back.  "That feels soooo good," she purred.  "Simply marvelous, Denny."

   Denny felt an insane desire to rip the negligee from her, then stare
long and hard at her voluptuous body, run his hands over the hills and
valleys of her delicious body, imbed his prick deep in the wet heat of her.
Something held him back, though.  Fear?  Yes, he had to be sure.  He
couldn't be positive of her desire for him yet.

   Finally, he gave her back a final pat and she turned to her side again.

   "Denny, do you know how old I was last month?" she asked.  "I--I was
thirty-three."

   Denny smiled.  "You're kidding me," he said.  It was the truth, too. 
"You sure don't look it," he said.  "You're sexier than most of the girls
in my school."

   "What a lovely compliment," she said, obviously pleased.  "A-Are you
doing all right with girls now that you're practically a man?  There's the
pill nowadays, you know."

   Her voice was low and suggestive and there was an odd twinkle in her
beautiful eyes.  They had discussed a few serious matters last summer, but
she had never been quite this outspoken and direct until now.

   "Let's just say the girls at my school aren't the passionate type," he
said.  "You can't seem to get really close to any of them.  Know what I
mean?"

   "Yes, I think I do know what you mean," Norma said, drawing the words
out.  Again, there was that faint trace of mischief in her big brown eyes.
"The only men I see around here who seem to pay any attention to me are the
gardener and the mailman."

   Denny's cock stood tall and throbbing, at complete attention now, and
his head ran crazy with speculation as he wondered if Norma was telling him
she was horny--giving him the "go" signal.

   Suddenly she pulled him down beside her, stroking the hair from his
forehead affectionately, lustfully.  "You--You've really become a man,
Denny," she breathed.  "I can't get over how much you've changed since last
summer."

   Slowly, panting, he let his cheek slide from her cheek to her breast. 
He rotated his cheek against her breast then, just as he had done last
summer.  Nestling, he even planted a little kiss against the heaving bosom.


   She shuddered.  "I've thought a lot about you, Denny," she confessed.

   "I've done even more than think of you, Norma," he also confessed. 
"I've dreamed of you; I've done lots of things and when I've done them I've
pictured you naked and thought of you."

   Norma laughed, pressing his face harder at her heaving tits.  She
laughed, a soft sound from deep in her throat.  "Yes, I could tell,
dear--by the way you looked at me this morning in the kitchen.  You're a
mature male now, and I've been upsetting you just a wee bit, huh?  In fact,
I've been making certain thoughts cross your mind for quite a while now,
correct?  The way you tried to hide yourself from Joyce and me in the
kitchen this morning was really cute.  It brought back fond memories from
my own childhood.  In fact, I'd say you are protruding a little right now!
Umm, and not so little!"

   His balls aching with desire, Denny suddenly grew bolder.  Openly, he
began kissing her breasts.  She made no effort to resist him and, in a
moment, she lifted her nightgown all the way from the bottom, guiding his
mouth to her taut nipple.  Denny sucked gently but greedily, not wanting to
alarm her with sucking noises as her little moans of pleasure spurred him
on.  "N-o-r-m-a ..." he sighed chanting.

   "Perfect, Denny," she purred.  "Ummm, but we must remember to be very
quiet.  Here, my little stud-darling ...  suck this one, too ...  this
little piggy has none."

   She had become the patient instructress, loving and caressing and
guiding him as it had been in his dreams.

   "Umm, just perfect, Denny.  You're going to be a magnificent lover.  You
seem to know all about a woman's tits.  That's very important,
dear--playing for a long time with the nipples.  Sucking them and kissing
them for a long, long time before you--well, get more serious ideas about
touching other places.  Yes, that's it, dear.  Very nice.  Yes, do it to
both of them.  But suck a little harder so I can hear you sucking.  Show me
you mean it!  Yes, very nice ...  I love to listen to the sucking sounds on
my nipples."

   Abruptly, Norma arched her back, mewing, and began moving her chest from
side to side to increase his losing, then regaining contact.  In this way,
she brought forth the sucking sounds she longed to hear.  Then her hand
began stroking his upper leg, tickling with the fingertips and slowly
moving upward until they finally reached his crotch!  As she desperately
clasped his hot member in her smooth, trembling hand, she let out a pitiful
little squeal of delight.

   "You couldn't have wanted me more than I've wanted you, Denny," she
whispered hoarsely.  "I've thought about you, too, you know.  I hope I'm
not shocking you, little man, but I've wanted to hold your hard male spear
in my hand this way ever since last summer.  I suppose you couldn't have
even dreamed such a thing, b-but it's true, Denny.  In fact, if you hadn't
made some land of move to touch me this way, I think I would have had to
give you another dose of poison oak.  Thank god you approached me.  I loved
watching you try to hide your hard-on today, dear.  I--It was just a matter
of time, wasn't it?  Do you think I'm awful?  We've both wanted each other
for a long, long time.  Ohhhh ...  "

   "Norma, I think you're beautiful.  I--I think you're wonderful," he
moaned, the sound of her words making his erection dribble and pulse, his
entire body shake and shudder.

   "Darling," she cooed.  "My little honey-man." She gripped his prick very
hard now and began stroking it, up and down, up and down, stopping only
occasionally to fondle and knead his balls.

   "Could we--could I fuck you, Norma?" he blurted.  He knew it was a crude
thing to say, but the words spilled out and he was unable to restrain
himself.  He just had to find out what a cunt felt like.  He had to stick
his hard prick in a pussy--in Norma's pussy.

   "All right," Norma breathed.  "If--if you're sure you really want to. 
But let's play with each other this way a little longer first, okay?  We've
waited a long time, Denny.  We mustn't rush things and spoil our
first--uh--lovemaking.  You must learn to take your time with a woman. 
Yes, you're a man now and it's important to bring a girl to readiness
slowly, gently.  It makes a female want you crazily, insanely.  I-It also
makes a girl get all wet and eager down in her pussy, so--so your hard
prick slides into a much hotter and juicier place.  I adore your hard
prick, Denny.  I love to hold it and I want it between my legs and--and
every other place you want to--to stick it!"

   Her hand squeezed his swollen cock very urgently now, as if milking his
juice from his throbbing cock-head.  Yes, she was milking for his sperm.

   "You're so nice and hard, Denny, and you're so nice and gooey down
there. You're so young and firm and eager.  Denny, darling, this is the
best time of your life, you'll always remember everything that happens
between us.  You will ...  you'll see ...  you'll never, never be able to
forget me."

   She spread her legs farther apart then, one leg hanging over the sofa
arm to permit his hand to move up her satin-smooth inner thigh and, at
last, settle on her dripping love-slit.  He shuddered all over.  It was
like dipping his fingertips into a bowl full of melted butter, the swollen
labia and downy hair lining her cunt lips eager and slippery and
incomparably beautiful.  Groaning, she drew her other leg up until the heel
of her foot was against her buttocks.  Then she began a slow, pumping
motion, lightly at first, then harder, faster.  At her direction, Denny
began teasing her love nub at the top of her gushing crease.  She was
holding his prick with one hand now and guiding his hand by holding onto
his wrist as he fingered her twat.

   "Denny," she sighed.  "You are such a big boy now!  You are!  You seem
to know everything a woman wants and needs in sex.  How could you possibly
know just where a girl likes it?  Hmmm?  Ohhh ...  "

   He went on, nursing at her erect nipples as he fingered her cunt.

   "Yes, you know a lot already," she hissed.  "But I will teach you more.
I'll teach you everything.  Ummm, that's it.  Yes, a bit higher ...  right
there ...  Now, move your finger from side to side.  No, not that high. 
Yessss, there.  That's better.  Move your finger a little faster.  Oh,
my-eeee!

   In her soft, stroking hand, Denny's throbbing hard-on began bulging so
hard it was sheer torture, the most exquisite torture he had ever
experienced!  She was squeezing his prick harder, harder, and he now felt
certain she was going to let him fuck her.  Nothing could deny him now. 
Soon he would know the joy of fucking.  Still, he could barely believe that
this was truly happening with Norma.  It was like some wild and wet dream
he had been waiting for all his life.  He had to pick up the pace.  Without
prompting, he slid his finger up inside her slick snatch and began probing
exploringly within the velvet furnace his cock would soon imbed itself and.
like a sponge, sop up her juices.  He finger-fucked her that way, working
with his thumb against her nerve center at the same time.

   Norma began clenching his wrist tighter, shuddering and thrusting her
pelvis at his pussy-drenched hand.  He had two fingers inside her pleasure
cave and he pushed hard, meeting the pressure of her uncontrollable spasms.


   Then, as if emerging from a trance, she abruptly pulled his hand away
from her cunt, broke away and lay with the back of her head against his
aching testicles.  Staring up at the ceiling, she rubbed her eyes with her
fists and began sobbing.

   "What on earth am I thinking of?" she asked the ceiling.  "We shouldn't
be doing this, Denny.  I--I have no right--not here in your father's house!
It's m-my fault ...  I'm sorry, Denny.  I must have gone temporarily
insane. Go to your room, Denny.  Please ...  go!"

   Dumbfounded, Denny heard himself pleading "Please, Norma!  I can't stop
now--not now." His groin felt as if it would explode.  "It'll be a
secret--our secret.  Please?  Nobody ever has to know.  Please!"

   For what seemed a long time, Norma searched his eyes, pondering and
confused there in the dim light of the flickering TV screen.  "M-Maybe you
could do it to yourself," she offered.  "Oh, you poor, darling, could even
help you.  I could even watch your beautiful love-spout that way.  You do
it to yourself, don't you?  Yes, go ahead and jerk yourself off so I can
watch, Denny."

   Denny detected a weird look--a look he had never seen before--spreading
over her lovely features.  Groaning, he buried his face in his hands.  God,
he thought, am I cursed or something?  How could I get this close to
fucking--actually fucking--and then be denied?

   "Yeah, sure I do it to myself sometimes," he gurgled.  "But when I do it
to myself I always think of you, Norma.  But I--I'm tired of just imagining
an pretending.  I have to--to fuck you, Norma.  Please let me put it inside
your cunt--just for a second?  Please let me!"

   From his lap, she stared up at him intently and said, "You'd never tell,
would you?  It would be our secret forever?  Promise you'd never even tell
Joyce?"

   "I'd never breathe a word, Norma," he panted.  "I promise!"

   Norma turned her head then, so that the heat of her cheek pressed
against his balls.  Slowly, her cheek began a massaging motion, her lips
brushing lightly against his jism-packed scrotum, then finally the base of
his hard-on.  Soon, she was fondling with both hands, kissing his balls
with abandon while her hands squeezed and stroked up and down over his
trembling gristle hunk.  She squealed and gasped as if she had gone
temporarily insane with lust and desire.  Greedily, she began showering his
semen-dribbling member with wet kisses, licking and gulping as she worked.
As he felt the wet warmth of her sucking, lapping mouth, Denny's eyes
rolled to the back of his head.  Her mouth now totally engulfed his
bone-hard organ.  She was sucking in a steady rhythm and mewing as she took
his rod deep into her throat.

   "Erghm-ummm," she grunted, pausing only briefly every now and then to
inspect and admire his prick at a distance.  After several minutes of this,
she stopped mouthing his cock and lay back with her legs spread.  In the
dim light, Denny could see the beckoning pink line of her vagina and the
drenched pussy hair.

   "Lick it, Denny!" she commanded, her eyes wild now.  Suck mama's cunt a
little while before you stick it in and fuck me!"

   His vision actually blurred from desire, he literally dived for her
inviting cunt.  He buried his face in the drenched crotch, breathing in
great gulps of pussy scent as he licked the length of her vagina.  He
swallowed, inhaling fiercely, gulping her juices greedily.  More than
anything he wanted to climb up inside the slippery recess of her delicious
woman's cunt.  And then, as he had never known anything so surely, he knew
he had to plunge his rod between those inviting pink cunt lips.

   But before he could mount her, she climbed onto his lap and straddled
him, her tongue darting frantically at his mouth.  Now he could feel the
oven heat of her eager clenching cunt against his genitals as her hand
reached down and palmed his rigid manhood up and down her dripping slit. 
Finally, unable to withstand any further preliminaries, he forced his
entrance with one slick stroke right up the center.  He was inside!  He
shuddered, nearly paralyzed as he realized he was sticking his prick inside
a woman at last Blessed woman-warmth surrounded his tingling member and,
involuntarily, he dug his hands hard into her firm ass and began steadily
spearing in and out.

   "So long I--I've wanted you, Denny," she chanted.  "So lon-nngg.  Oh,
Denn-neeeee!  Hysterically, she rode him then, writhing, bucking, crushing
her breasts desperately against his face.  "Stick it in me hard!" she
screamed, muffling the sound with her hand.  Then, "All of it!  Harder! 
Harder!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass off!  Fuck me any place you want.  Oh,
Jesus! Denny, fuck me HARD!"

   Denny grasped the cheeks of her ass still harder, kneading the smooth
cheeks and thrusting harder, stabbing his rock-hard meat into the depths of
her as he satisfied her every hoarsely whispered demand.  In a steady
flood, she kept spewing words in his ear he had never heard before from a
woman, a mature woman, and over and over again he kept thinking, I'm
fucking Norma ...  I'm actually fucking beautiful Norma.  My prick is up
inside Norma's pussy!

   In a few minutes, Norma ceased her frantic twisting and began a steady
pumping motion.  Her vaginal muscles had a firm grip on his plunging cock,
and Denny could feel her methodically milking his bursting hard-on as they
rolled and writhed, gasping and pleading for "more, more!"

   Suddenly, Norma ceased her pumping and took his face in both of her
hands.  Staring crazily into his eyes, she clenched and unclenched her cunt
muscles.  "Feels wonderful, doesn't it?" she asked.  "Well, ask one of your
little teenage hussies to take you on that trip sometime.  See if they can
tug at your hard-on with their pussies like that!  They can't do it, Denny.
I--I can fuck better than any female living!  Now fuck me, little boy. 
Fuck me hard until I give you permission to stop.  And don't you dare shoot
off until mama tells you to, understand?"

   She has really gone out of her head, Denny thought, and this excited him
to new heights.  "I--I won't," Denny moaned.  "Just tell me when and
I--I'll try to--to control myself."

   Norma ground her pelvis at him harder than ever then.  Her legs spread
to the breaking point as she lifted her ass up from the cushions, scraping
her heavy tummy against his abdomen, her cunt lips pressed hard against his
pubic hair.  He could tell she wanted to feel every inch of his stiff dick
against her inner pleasure hole.  Denny felt as if every pore of his
swollen rock-hard pole was drinking in her love-fluids, extracting heat
from the dripping, gripping cavern, the scalding flesh that squished
against his tingling prick.  Oddly, he found himself whispering "Fuck ...
fuck ...  fuck" in her ear with each savage thrust.  He grunted, too,
spearing hard and deep, and his voice and action astonished him.  He was a
man now ...  he was fucking a woman and doing it just the way she wanted
it!

   But because of his father and sister in the house he had to hold back
somewhat.  Norma's ecstatic whimpering commands grew louder and shriller,
though, and when she began having the good feeling--coming--her hoarse and
guttural whispers rose to pleading, breath-whines.  "Ohh, Gawd!  Give it to
me!  Fuck me, Denny!  Stick my cunt hard, baby!  Oh, fuck, fuck fuck!  Now
...  I'm there.  Jesss-sssusss!"

   Denny felt as if his balls might disintegrate and the top of his head
might blow off as the delicious orgasmic current wracked his young,
spasming body.  Every muscle in his body seemed to go slack as he fired his
sperm--felt it rise from the depths of his balls and feather-tickle up his
spout and into the waiting and gooey receptacle that was Norma's cunt.

   They lay there then, clasped tightly together, spent and gasping. 
Finally, Norma said, "We took an awful chance doing it here this way,
lover. Let's go to our separate rooms quietly now, my sweet.  We'll arrange
to be completely alone other times." She kissed him lovingly, smiling. 
"And next time we won't have to hold back and be afraid."

   Denny withdrew his prick, which was still quite hard, rolled to his side
and pulled his under shorts back up.  "I--It was the best thing th-that
ever happened to me, Norma," he said.

   "I wish we could sleep together and do it all night and all day
tomorrow," she sighed.  "But we have no choice, do we?  I hate to leave
you, but I must."

   "I understand," Denny said, the scent of cunt still filling his
nostrils. "You're right.  We have no choice.  I--I love you, Norma."

   She told him she loved him, too.  Then she hugged him long and hard
before she got up and tiptoed off to his father's bed.  Denny crossed the
room, turned off the TV set, then quickly went to his own room and climbed
into bed.  Joyce lay very still, breathing steadily, totally unaware of
what had transpired.  He stared her for a long time, thinking that really
his sister was merely a little girl.  Not a woman who knew how to fuck but
only a little girl.  Smiling, he shook his head.  He would have guessed
that Joyce would have been his first fuck, not Norma.  It just went to
illustrate that you could never count on anything for certain.  Who could
have predicted that he would have lost his cherry to a mature and
sex-skilled woman?

   Denny felt wonderful, marvelous.  He had never felt so completely
relaxed in his life, and he was certain that fucking was very good for a
man.  He would fuck Joyce someday, of course, but she would never know what
had happened tonight.  He guessed that his virgin sister would be jealous
if she knew he'd dicked their father's wife.

   CHAPTER 6

   Denny trimmed the hedge that fronted the Reardon residence.  The Oregon
summer sun beat fiercely against his bare back as he snip-snipped away. 
His sister was over in the shade, working in the flower bed that ran the
length of the living room's exterior.

   "Look at little Miss Dainty, loafing in the shade," he teased.

   Slyly, looking from side to side to be sure nobody was looking, Joyce
gave him a brief flash of her middle finger.  Denny shook his head
disapprovingly at her, scowled, then gave her the finger right back.  At
breakfast that morning, their father had instructed them to work in the
yard.  He had said he wanted them to earn the money for their tickets to
the movies at the Walden Flats theater that afternoon.  Martin Reardon had
been hungover and grouchy, and he had reminded his children that he could
not afford to be doling out money all summer unless they earned it.  Denny
didn't mind.  Doing chores about the yard was nothing new to him.  In San
Francisco, he mowed the lawn and trimmed the bushes for his mother all the
time.

   His father's grumpy mood had annoyed him though.  He felt his father was
the worst kind of hypocrite.  He had to admit also that he resented sharing
Norma with this drunken husband who treated such a beautiful woman so
shabbily.  Even now his father had deserted his wife to go and play golf
with his drinking buddies.  Norma had obviously been upset by her husband's
running off on short notice.

   Denny decided to take a break in the shade of the big pine in the front
yard.  Breathing hard, sweating profusely, he went over and peered in the
kitchen window, looking for Norma.  As he peered inside, his penis pressed
against the air conditioner that moaned as it fought to keep the Reardon
house cool inside.  Oddly, the vibration from the rectangular, metal air
conditioner made his prick tingle all over--all the way down to his balls
and rectum.

   Wow!  I've discovered a new way to come, he thought.  He was certain
nobody else had ever thought of using an artificial device for such a
purpose.  He felt certain he could have an orgasm if he continued to press
his cock and balls against the shaking air conditioner!

   "Joyce!" he called out.  "Hey, come here quick!  I got something to show
you.  Oh, wow!"

   Joyce dropped her hand tool, stood up and came over to her brother. 
Denny stepped aside, then pushed his sister's ass so that her cunt rested
against the air conditioner.  When her face slackened and her mouth dropped
open, he grinned and held his crotch with his hands.

   "Doesn't that feel groovy, sis?" he asked, winking.

   Grinning back at him, she pretended to fuck the metal unit.  Grasping
both sides of the thing, to increase the pressure against her clitoris, she
moaned.  "Whew, it feels great!" she cried.  "A--a girl could really come
with this thing," she gasped in amazement.  "Umm, does it ever feel good. I
wish it had a long thing hanging out--like a boy's pecker.  Lotsa fun and
you wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant!"

   Denny said, "Go ahead and come, sis.  Yeah, go ahead.  I'll wait, and
then I'll take a turn."

   Joyce went on humping the air conditioner, her eyes blinking rapidly as
if waiting for her climax to happen.  But just then Norma came from the
back of the house, walking down the driveway.  The sight of her and his
memory from last night made Denny's breath come fast.  Joyce saw her coming
too and discreetly backed away from the air conditioner.

   "Damn it!" she spat, disappointment and frustration written all over her
face.  "I could have come in another few seconds.  Damn it, I know I
could!"

   Without saying a word (she was still angry about Martin Reardon leaving
to play golf), Norma proceeded down the driveway to the mailbox.  In a
moment, she returned waving an open letter in her hand.  Denny watched her
tits bounce as she hurried to them.

   Before she reached them, she yelled, "Denny, Joyce!  Gotta surprise for
you."

   She was out of breath as she trotted to a halt.  "My daughter is flying
in from Chicago to spend part of her vacation with us," she said, excited.
"Oh, I'm simply delighted.  I haven't seen Denise in almost a year.  You'll
like her, I know.  She's a bit older than you.  She's quite sophisticated
and a very worldly girl of seventeen, but the three of you should have
great fun together."

   Norma stared at the letter, reading eagerly.  Oh, next year she'll be
attending the University of Chicago," Norma said, clutching the letter to
her chest.  "Marvelous news--just wonderful.  My little girl is going to be
just fine.  I'm so happy."

   There were tears in Norma's eyes as she returned to the house.  Denny
had seen pictures of Norma's daughter, who was indeed a very sexy and
good-looking chick.  Her father, Norma's first husband, was a big shot in
the broadcasting business there.  Denny glanced at his wrist watch, then at
Joyce.  Her sexy mood had definitely passed.  She just shook her head.

   "We better get going if we're gonna make it to the theater by
one-thirty," Denny said.

   He and Joyce quickly finished their yard work, then left hastily for the
Walden Flats Theater.

   The Walden Flats Theater on a Saturday afternoon looked a little like a
rock concert.  Teenagers from the surrounding rural area converged en masse
on the rustic building in the middle of the slightly unkept Town Square. 
They came not so much to see the movie, but rather to gather with their own
age group.  Denny and Joyce parked and locked their bicycles, located Rex,
Sue and Ray standing in line, and Rex sneaked them in front of him.  They
stood waiting then, slowly inching forward toward the box office.

   Joyce saw Rex whisper something in Denny's ear, and then the two of them
said they would be back soon and walked down to Sherman's Pharmacy.  She
wondered what they might want there, and then she remembered and smiled.

   Inside the drugstore, Rex pointed at Mrs.  Sherman's helper, the
hunch-shouldered and weird-looking, Ben Krump, who stood eyeing them from
behind the prescription counter.  Mrs.  Sherman worked behind the soda
fountain.

   "Just go over and ask him." Rex whispered.  "Hand him the money secretly
and ask him.  Go ahead."

   Denny was nervous but he obeyed.  Ben took the money slyly and handed
him the pack of rubbers Mrs.  Sherman hadn't seen a thing.  It went like
clock-work.

   Outside, with the pack of rubbers in his pocket Denny felt totally
adult. He hoped Ben Krump wasn't stealing from Mrs.  Sherman, though.  He
mentioned this to Rex, who just shrugged and said that Ben had once been in
a penitentiary somewhere.  He didn't know what for, and it was just a
rumor, he said.  But he guessed Ben probably kept the money.

   Back in front of the theater they got in line again and minutes later
they bought their tickets and sat down in the cool darkness to wait for the
picture begin.  Everywhere, boys and girls their own age were already
pairing up with partners to kiss and fondle once the lights went out. 
Denny had never seen anything like it.  His balls tingled as he watched,
thinking about all the cocks and cunts and tits that would soon be seeing
"action" once the lights went out.  He scanned the big room eagerly, he and
Rex stuffing their mouths with popcorn.

   Sue said, "Why don't you guys look around?  Find some new pussy, huh? 
Hey!" she said to her brother "there's Julie, the one you once fucked,
Rex."

   Rex studied the red-haired Julie.  "Yeah," he said "and she's got some
friends with her.  Come on, guys.  Let's go and get us some finger-fuckin',
huh?"

   Denny didn't want to leave his sister alone.  Somehow the thought of
other boys' paws on her tits or pussy distressed him.

   Sue sensed his reluctance and said, "You go on now, Denny.  Don't you
worry.  I'll watch after li'l Joyce."

   Just as the boys reached Julie and friends the coming attractions came
on the screen.  As though by command, Julie and her two friends separated,
making a place for each of the boys beside them.  Ray's and Rex's arms
immediately went around the girls beside them.  Denny put his arm around
the girl beside him, too.  She was pretty all right, he decided, with good
tits, dimples in her rosy cheeks and almost perfect teeth.  "My name's
Sally," she said.  "Who are

   Denny squeezed her arm and her head nestled instantly between his head
and shoulder.  "Denny," he said, "and you sure are a pretty girl, Sally."

   Sally was a veteran for sure.  She didn't waste any time!  "As a
newcomer, Denny, I better clue you in," she said.  "Watch out for the
usherette with her flashlight.  Other than that, we kin do anything we
want. Here ...  I'll put my long-sleeved sweater over your lap, Denny."

   Sally giggled then, wrinkling her nose and ran her fingernail up and
down his leg.  Her hand slid up and gave his erection a squeeze.  "Nice,"
she said.  "You kin take it out in a little while, and--" She broke off
then and put his free hand against her tits.  She didn't wear a bra and her
tit was nice and firm in his hand.  Denny kissed her cheek, starting to
make an approach.  Instantly, she turned her head to him and engulfed his
lips with hers.  She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, frenching like
mad.

   Puzzled, Denny found her aggressiveness a slight turn-off, but his prick
stood hard and ready and he managed to overcome his reluctance.  They went
on French-kissing, rubbing titties and prick, imitating the other two
couples.

   Denny could not remember attending a theater where nobody made the
slightest pretense of watching the movie.  It was strange but thrilling. 
Robert Redford was up there on the screen, but nobody really knew what the
hell he was doing.  Pussies and titties and cocks took precedence over good
guys and bad guys and corny, sexless love scenes.  It seemed to Denny that
the Walden Flats Theater was nothing but a giant whorehouse for teenagers!

   Somehow, though, Denny found himself worrying more about his sister than
scoring with the sex-frenzied Sally.  She was blowing in his ear now and
whispering: "You got a swell wanger, Denny.  Keep my sweater over your lap
and I'll jerk you off.  You kin finger my cunt, too."
Sally reminded Denny of Sue.  She was coldly and calculatedly a sex
machine!  The movement of her experienced fingers on his hot erection were
pleasant, but not entirely satisfying.  She had her hand on his balls now,

groping them with admiration.

   "You got terrific balls, Denny," she said.  "A great pair!  Ginny over
there goes ga-ga over big nuts.  You'll hafta give her a shot at these big
babies, no kiddin'."

   As she put his hand under her dress then, suddenly Denny knew why all
the girls wore dresses and why they carried sweaters.  These were merely
props to permit maximum sex play without detection!  Nothing more!

   Sally did not wear any panties and she guided his hand to her cunt and
prompted him by moving his fingers up and down her juicy slit.  As she did
this, she jerked on his hard-on.

   "Squeeze my nipples a little harder," she said.  "That'll make me come
pretty soon.  Tell me 'fore you come, Denny.  I'll git a tissue from my
purse.  You kin shoot off in the tissue, huh?"

   "Uh-Okay," Denny said.

   "Just let me know 'fore you blow your nuts, though.  Hey, you're really
good at this, Denny.  Feels super, eh?"

   Denny tweaked Sally's nipples harder until she shuddered all over and
reached her climax.  "Ouuuahhh," she grunted finally, fighting to keep from
attracting attention.  Then, "That was a neat come, Denny.  Just give me a
minute, and then we'll get your nuts off, too."

   Even though Sally had been momentarily satisfied, she was too artful to
let his hard-on dwindle away entirely.  She kept moving her small hand over
his sheath of flesh, arousing his gristly erection and blowing steadily
into his ear.

   "Got any rubbers?" she asked abruptly.  Ah wouldn't mind havin' this one
up inside mah cunt.  Got one?"

   Proudly, Denny assured her he did.

   "Good," Sally said.  "When this movie gits out, maybe you and me kin go
off into the trees somewhere and do the job right.  I like ya, Denny.  You
kin maybe fuck me if ya want to."

   "Very well," Denny said, feeling a trifle foolish.

   Sally spoke like Sue, Denny thought.  These country girls were really
something else!  He guessed he preferred waiting and hoping, as he had with
Norma.  Yes, without knowing it, Sally was scaring him off!  It was insane,
he knew, but he had no great desire to fuck Sally's cunt.  Sally was the
kind of girl who would fuck stallions, bulls!  Very indiscriminate, he
decided, as Sally's hand worked faster now--up and down on his hard-on,
trying to get his "nuts off."

   "Uh--I better go and take a--a leak," he blurted abruptly.  "Be right
back."

   She seemed surprised that he would want to leave at such a crucial
moment, but she ceased jerking him off.  When his hard-on had dwindled away
sufficiently, 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.  Hands
jiggled beneath dresses and sweaters everywhere.  There were probably a
hundred gushing cunts and pulsing hard-ons in the theater.

   There were only two girls behind the popcorn and candy counter and a
uniformed usher standing by the door of the lobby.  Denny went to the men's
room, took his prick out and stood pissing into the urinal.  Pissing was
difficult; his prick was still slightly hard.  He stood there, pissing and
reading the dirty words written all over the wall.  Crude drawings of
pricks and cunts fucking covered the wall, and there was the usual
assortment of four-letter words: Judy sucks cock, one read.  Estelle takes
it in the ass, another read.  Most interesting of all, though, was: If you
got a rubber, Sally fucks anywhere!  Denny had to laugh, because it had to
be the same Sally he had been sitting with!

   Denny slipped his prick back inside his pants and zipped up.  He thought
of his own sister sitting in this same theater where boys wrote about girls
on men's room walls.  The thought was almost too painful to bear and he
threw it out of his mind immediately.  After washing his hands, he decided
to go and rescue his sister.  He didn't want some idiot writing about his
sister on the wall.  He dried his hands, stepped into the lobby, and to his
amazement Joyce sat nervously on a padded bench, looking about searchingly.


   "Whatcha doin' out here?" Denny asked.

   "There's a boy named Bill sitting with me," she said.  "And--well, he's
nice looking, but he's sort of crude.  I--I hardly know him and I just
don't feel like letting some boy I don't know play with my titties and
stick his finger up me.  Am I a prude, Denny?  I never feel that way with
you, or Roger at home, either.  But this is too--just too gauche for words.
I was looking for you, Denny."

   Grinning, Denny hugged his sister.  "It's weird, sis, but I feel exactly
the same way!  This Sally I'm sitting with is practically ready to rape me!
And all the while I'm thinking about you!  Let's go inside and sit with
each other, huh?"

   Joyce frowned, thinking.  "But that'll look funny," she said.

   "Who cares?" Denny asked, taking her hand.  "Besides, it's dark and
nobody will see us.  Come on, sis."

   Denny lead the way and they took two seats in the next-to-last row. 
They were practically alone there, and Denny put his arm about his sister
and she rested her head on his shoulder.

   "Oh, Denny," she sighed.  "What are we going to do?  I feel so much
safer and comfy with you than any other boy.  I know it isn't right to feel
this way about you, but I can't help it."

   She kissed him on the forehead and held him tight.  He responded by
kissing her affectionately on the neck and sliding his hand up and cupping
her breast.

   "Why should we sit with those other creeps when we have each other?" he
said.  "We love each other, sis, and there's nothing we can do about it."

   Denny's cock jumped to its full erect length now, standing twice as hard
and eager as it had with Sally.  Guiding her hand to his prick, he said,
"Play with my hard-on, sis.  Please?  This only happens fast with you. 
Look, feel!  I love you, Joyce.  I love everything about you."

   Gently, her hand groped at the familiar cock, tracing its outline
ripplingly with her fingernails.  "Denny it's my cock, isn't it?  My cunt
is all yours, so tell me your prick belongs to me."

   "It's all yours," Denny sighed, panting.

   Except for last night with Norma, he had never felt such intense emotion
with any female.  Norma was different, though, he told himself again.  Yes,
Norma was his instructress.  But it was Joyce, his sister, that he loved
and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.  When this vacation was
over, it would be just he and Joyce.  He could not tell Joyce about fucking
Norma, of course, because he had promised to keep their secret.  He felt
his promise to Norma was just as important as his secret agreement with his
sister.  He held his sister tighter in his arms now.

   Groaning, he kissed Joyce long and full on the mouth.  Their lips parted
and their tongue tips played darting, twirling games.  Her firm breasts
pressed hard into his chest as they clung to each other with near
desperation.

   Suddenly she pulled away from him and her eyes fastened to his in the
flickering fight of the motion picture screen.  Her lovely Reardon eyes,
tender and moist, peered into his Reardon eyes.  Then, once again, brother
and sister locked in fierce embrace.  Denny's hands crept up beneath her
blouse and gently caressed her twin, ivory mounds.  His session with the
coarse Sally had excited him and he was primed for sex play.  Joyce, too,
had been primed and they licked at each other's mouths hungrily, seeking
fulfillment and crushing their eager young bodies together.

   "I'll never care for anybody but you," Joyce said.  "I love you.  Oh,
when will you fuck me, Denny?  I'm terrible, aren't I?  I shouldn't be
telling my own brother I want him to fuck me.  God, what if we had a baby?"


   There's nothing wrong with feeling the way you do," Denny sobbed.  "I
love you, too, and I always will!  The only thing wrong is our fear of your
getting pregnant.  Babies.  If we do things right, there's nothing to worry
about.  I can use a rubber.  Don't worry about getting pregnant and having
freaky babies.  We'll be careful!"

   "You're right," Joyce said.  "It is all because of babies.  Why does
fucking have to make babies?  We can do anything we want as long as I never
get pregnant, huh?  Oh, I want to do everything with you, Denny.  That
creep down there convinced me for good.  I don't want any boy but you!"
Again, she crushed him against her.

   Joyce wore no sweater.  She had guessed it would be too hot to wear a
sweater, and only the girls of Walden Flats who liked to jerk off boys in
the theater had brought them.  Still, despite the lack of cover, Denny slid
low in his seat and turned onto his side.  They fumbled for a moment until
his hard prick stood out and then Joyce muttered, "Umm, your big, hard cock
is all mine."

   Her hands were all over his genitals then and her greedy tongue probed
hungrily at his, then sucking as if she intended to pull it out by the
root.

   Denny returned the suction and they alternated that way.  It was no
substitute for the genital sucking they both craved, but as Denny ran his
fingers up and down the wet lips of his sister's gushing love hole and her
hands milked his pulsing member adoringly, they both understood the special
meaning of their tongue sucking.  Their tongues became pussy and penis and
they feasted at each other's mouths, understanding this as their hands
delivered the sex pleasure their mouths were denied in this public place.
Their motion increased, their sighs rose.

   Emitting little shrieks that caught the attention of the couple in front
of them, Joyce came first.  Shivering, she sank her teeth deep into Denny's
neck to squash the further squeals of ecstasy as she continued tugging at
his hot love-pole.  Denny also began grunting and he had to bury his face
in 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 Joyce's cunt and, gathering all her lubricant that he could, he
licked his fingers, gulping down his sister's love juice.  He was still
licking her drippings from his fingers, like a man drowning of thirst, when
his come surged up through his rigid shaft and blasted burst after burst
into her waiting palms.  Like her brother, Joyce then licked his juice from
her hands.

   Satiated at last, they pressed their open mouths together, letting their
combined love juices intermingle in total abandon.  It had been an act of
absolute devotion, a ravenous ritual to rival incestuous couplings since
the beginning of civilization.  Intuitively, both sensed the significance
of the act--commitment, a kind of marriage between brother and sister.

   Suddenly the lights illuminated the theater, jarring them both back to
watchfulness, fear, awareness of the taboo against the sex acts they had
been committing.  Fumbling, Denny struggled to get his prick back inside
his pants as other teenagers exiting glanced curiously at them.  The movie
had ended.

   Bill Ormsby startled them with, "So there you are!" Joyce had deserted
him and anger was clearly evident on his face.  "Wow!  What a couple of
weirdos!" he spat.  "You two, and Rex and Sue would make a great foursome.
No shit!  Any girl who'd rather jerk her own brother off than be with
another guy is really sick!" Laughing viciously, he turned on his heel and
hurried up the aisle.

   Then Rex, Ray and Sue came up the aisle then, staring at them puzzledly,
then Rex said, "Let's get together again tomorrow, huh?  Phone me early a
maybe we can go to the pond again, or maybe up to Clybourne Hill and just
horse around."

   Embarrassed, Denny replied, "Sure--uh--good idea."

   Something in Rex's voice, plus the looks on Sue's and Ray's faces seemed
to criticize them, as brother and sister, for not waiting until they were
alone to indulge in sex play.  It could be all in his imagination, though,
Denny thought.  He'd been so lost in the warmth and wonder of discovering
his love that he could not be certain of anything at the moment.  Quickly,
he and Joyce departed, riding their bikes in silence toward home.

   CHAPTER 7

   That night, when the lights in the Reardon home were out, Denny crawled
into his sister's bed to consummate what they had begun that afternoon. 
For a long time, they lay very close together, sighing and kissing in a
state of bliss.  Denny clutched the rubber in his hand and kissed his
sister as if she were a bride.  It was then that she told him her period
had begun--two days early--and for hygenic reasons they should wait.

   "I'm so disappointed," she told him!  "I want it just as bad as you,
Den--even more.  But until I'm over the curse we'd better wait."

   Denny told her he understood, and they agreed to be content with mutual
masturbation once again.  They were in the midst of a deep kiss when the
door suddenly flung open and light filled the room.  Squinting, terrified,
they both stared at their father.  He seemed less drunk than usual, but
they could tell he was furious.

   "What are you both doing in the same bed!" he yelled.  "So there is
something going on between the two of you.  You'll both be interested to
know that I received an anonymous telephone call late this afternoon.  You
two were kissing and fondling each other in the theater, correct?  What in
God's name have I created?  Two freaks?  And what are you doing in the same
bed now?"

   Denny thought fast.  "Uh--Joyce was having a nightmare," he lied.  "So I
came over to make sure she was O.K."

   "That's right, daddy," Joyce said.  "Honest.  I was scared and Denny got
in bed with me because I asked him to."

   Martin Reardon's eyes narrowed suspiciously.  "You both think awfully
fast," he said.  "Look, I'm a chiropractor in this town.  I've got a
reputation to uphold.  What about this sex business in the theater?"

   "Nothing, daddy," Joyce said, a bit indignantly.  "I don't know what
kind of maniac would say such a thing.  A boy just got fresh with me. 
That's all.  So Denny sat next to me to protect me."

   "Hmm," Martin Reardon said, nodding.  "For some strange reason I don't
believe you." He studied them for a moment, almost lustfully and rubbing
his crotch.  Finally, he said, "All right then, but get back in your own
bed, young man.  There's something mighty strange going on between you two,
and I'm afraid even to think about it!"

   Martin Reardon waited until Denny had returned to his own bed.  "It's a
good thing Norma's daughter, Denise, is coming to visit us.  I'm going to
see that she sleeps right here in this room.  That should put an end to
these--these shenanigans."

   Eyeing them both suspiciously for a moment, he then clicked off the
light and closed the door firmly behind him.

   During the following week their father burst unannounced frequently into
their room after they had retired for the night.  Each time, they had
luckily been in their own beds.  But Martin Reardon's suspicions inhibited
them and seriously curtailed their plan to have sexual intercourse.  They
agreed to postpone what they came to term "The Fucking" until they were
certain they would not be interrupted by their prying father.

   But fate seemed to be conspiring against them, for they could never
arrange to be completely alone without fear of interruption.  They spent
the long summer days pleasantly--swimming in the pond, bicycling over the
beautiful Oregon countryside with Ray Rex and Sue.  They rode horseback,
hiked, watched the others fuck without fear or inhibition, reveling in
their leisure and temporary reprieve from the noise and bustle of San
Francisco.

   Both Denny and Joyce suspected that it had been the jealous Bill Ormsby,
Joyce's would-be lover, who had made that phone call to their father, but
of course they could not be certain.

   Finally, the day of Jimmy Bridges' party arrived.  It was a Saturday,
and their father again displayed his suspicions by asking all sorts of
questions.  As they waited for Rex to pick them up in his father's car,
they assured Martin Reardon that the party would be properly chaperoned and
that they would be home no later than 11:00 that night.

   Actually, they intended to get home whenever they pleased.  Also, the
party would not be chaperoned.  They guessed their father would be passed
out by then anyway.  Norma wouldn't be home till late either--maybe not
until the next morning--because a neighbor, a Mrs.  Juniper, had gone to
the hospital for an emergency operation and Norma had promised to help Mr.
Juniper with the children during his wife's absence.

   It was ironic, really, that their father's suspicions were so
misdirected, Denny thought as they waited for Rex to arrive.  He had to
smile.  Just last week, he had spent over two hours in Martin Reardon's own
bed, fucking Norma to his heart's and hard-on's content.  It had been
delicious there in the big master bedroom with just the two of them lying
there naked and fucking without fear of interruption.  Norma had cleverly
said she needed a few things from the store and Joyce had bicycled into
town to get them for her while Denny presumably stayed behind to assist
Norma in moving some heavy furniture about the house and garage.

   Even now, Denny felt all trembly in the pit of his stomach as he vividly
recalled their mutual excitement the instant they were alone.  All alone!
The instant Joyce had disappeared from view, Norma had led him to the
bedroom and they stripped down frantically, then lay lapping and clawing at
each other's bodies like starving animals.

   He recalled it all now ...  He lay on his back there in the master
bedroom, watching Norma, her hair disheveled and hanging down in front of
her face slightly.  Her blond locks tickled his abdomen and groin as she
feasted noisily on his stiff prick, making a gluttonous meal of the organ,
grabbing at its base with both hands, alternately flicking her tongue up
and down the sides and over his balls, then engulfing every inch of his
cock-meat and taking it deep down into her throat and moving her clenching
full lips in short upward jerks, tugging until reaching the swollen and
purplish and bulging head.  She paused then, twirling her tongue, rimming
it over the most sensitive spots, then inserting the tip of her tongue into
the tiny slit of the dribbling flesh-crown.  He loved watching her
worshipfully gobbling his prick.

   "You have a truly gorgeous cock, young man," she said, gazing at it and
running her finger over the coursing, engorged vein on its underside.  I
could nurse on your prick all day, darling.  Your all-day sucker is
magnificent!"

   Lying on their sides, they sixty-nined then, Denny fingering the
glistening hole, drinking in and gulping hungrily the near-transparent love
juice that clogged her lovely pink passion-channel.  He marveled at every
exquisite detail of the juicy cunt and drew each feverish lip deep into his
mouth, cleansing the pussy lips, laving them and making the loud sucking
noises she loved to hear.  His favorite action was spreading the cunt lips
wide apart, as wide as possible, and then massaging her faintly scented
pubic mound and finally letting his lips settle over the rose bud of her
clit.  Gently, he let his tongue move from side to side while Norma moaned
in frantic accompaniment--all the while devouring his prick like a
cock-starved female, which of course she was!  Strangely, he began to
realize that he exercised a great deal of power over this woman.  Quite
possibly, she wanted him even more than he wanted her!  She was not merely
servicing him or doing him a favor.  No, she desperately craved the manhood
between his legs.  That was quite a maturing realization!

   Each time he fucked her, slid his rod between the hot, drenched pussy
lips into the depths of her, she raised her legs high so that they rested
on his shoulders and she stared at him with a half-pitiful smile as he sank
his swollen meat-wedge into the core of her being, using her, stabbing her,
forcing the pleas and begging and whining tributes to his male fuck-power.

   Then, scooting up on her hands and knees, she taught him how to fuck
dog-style--the way her own dog, Frederick might fuck--and he gripped her
firm, ivory ass harder than necessary and slam-fucked her that way, too. 
Then, her head low, her ass wagging for "all of it," she stared through the
bridge of her own legs at his "bee-uht-eee-fulll balls," massaging his
flesh sack and gazing hypnotically at his slurping entrance and exit, his
in-stroke and out-stroke, for a long time before she made him get on top of
her again.  But not for long, for then she crawled up on top of him and it
was most beautiful of all in that position as he clutched her ass and
licked at the globes with their erect nipples dangling in his face.

   Several times she stopped her violent, rhythmic pumping and leaned far
back, holding her perfectly contoured tummy and wiggling her hips and
chanting: "It's all the way up, Denny.  Your prick is all the way up in my
cunt as far as it will go.  Ummm ...  feel good?  Huh?  Feel good on that
hard, young cock of yours, huh?"
And just when he was certain she might succeed in breaking his cock
off--from leaning back so far--she began whimpering in staccato
breath-bursts, riding him harder, harder, not threatening to break his
hard-on off anymore.  He was the fish and she was the fisher-woman all
right.  She played him skillfully, teaching him everything he had dreamed
of since puberty.  "Yes, baby," she kept murmuring, "Oh, yes, Yes, yes, my
baby-man, honey-man ...  fuck mama!  Fuck her hard, baby-honey-man!" And
her lips smothered his face with wet kisses as she rode him like a depraved

jockey.

   Denny lifted his ass high off the bed with every savage thrust, giving
her all she begged for and reveling in his new-found manhood and power,
driving his tingling ramrod home again and again until they both reached
the peak of excruciating ecstasy.  Finally, Norma screamed at the top of
her lungs, then collapsed in a twitching heap on top of him, sobbing,
shuddering, drooling as she expressed undying gratitude and spoke of him as
something sent from heaven to meet her urgent sexual needs.

   When it was over, they both glanced at the clock, then showered,
laughing as they sudsed each other, but hurrying in order to be dressed and
innocent looking for Joyce's return.

   Now, as Denny waited for Rex to arrive and pick him and his sister up
for tonight's party, Denny concentrated on making his hard-on go away
before he had to stand up.  It seemed that he had been trying to "think
away" his hard-ons ever since he could remember!  Joyce had seen and felt
and sucked his hard-on quite often, and of course his father, as a male,
would certainly understand a little spontaneous erection, but it struck
Denny as "bad form" to walk around with stiff meat showing below one's
belt. Most important, though, he decided, was that--despite sexy Norma--he
loved his sister more than any female on earth.  Still, when it came down
to all-around fucking and sucking he doubted if Norma would get any
complaints from any male anywhere.

   A car horn sounded from the driveway.  Joyce kissed her father, who
cautioned her about being a "good girl" and reminded both of them to get
home early.  Then, twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Norman
Griswald's house, which sat far back from the road and was surrounded by
huge pine trees.  His parents had gone to Las Vegas for a week-long
vacation, and thus the party at the Griswald house.  Norman's parents
trusted him completely, which was incredible since every kid in Walden
Flats knew he was the biggest fuck-up in the county.  In fact, Norman had
been planning this beer party since the day his folks had informed him of
their planned vacation.  They had faith in his maturity, they had told him,
and his ability to take care of the house and not let "strangers" in during
their absence.

   Rex braked the car to a stop in the Griswald driveway.  A moment later,
Rex, Ray, Sue, Joyce and Denny were knocking on the front door.  Norman
opened the door and told them to come in and grab a beer.  Norman was tall,
almost six feet, with reddish-brown hair, a prominent nose, bad complexion
and a high-pitched voice.  Yes, he sounded like a child even though he
nearly looked adult.

   It was 7:30, and already the party was in full swing.  Loud music by The
Grateful Dead blared from the stereo and everybody lay or sat on the floor
drinking bottles and cans of beer.  There was Bill Ormsby, handsome in a
Steve McQueen sort of way, but with those dark, sneaky eyes.  And there was
Sherry and the other two girls Denny and Joyce had seen at the movie last
week, plus many others they hadn't met.  Norman introduced Denny and Joyce
to the strangers, then led them into the kitchen.  The sink was crammed
full of ice and beer cans, and there were two bottles of vodka, partly
empty, on the table.  Norman opened a can of beer for each of them and then
they returned to the living room and sat down on the carpet with the
others. Denny felt very adult and excited, and he could tell his sister
felt the same way.

   Norman explained that they were playing a game like Spin-The-Bottle,
only better.  A boy would spin a Coke bottle until it pointed at a girl,
and then the two of them would go back into the dark master bedroom for
five minutes of uninterrupted love-play.

   The bottle spun then and the first to be selected were Rex and Sherry.
Catcalls and whistles came from the young group as Rex and Sherry
disappeared into the bedroom.  Some of the youngsters wandered out to the
backyard patio and sat sipping their beers and staring up at the stars. 
Norman was timing Rex and Sherry and would let them know when their five
minutes had expired.

   Denny was surprised at the way Joyce gulped her beer.  She was already
looking a bit giddy.  As far as he knew, she had drunk beer only once
before, last New Year's Eve, and she had passed out that time.  She gulped
again and again from the can, getting giggly and light-headed.  Soon, Bill
Ormsby brought two fresh cans and pulled his chair next to hers.  She
gulped down her beer and accepted the full one.

   "I'm a terrific person to give you beer," Bill said.  "After the way you
deserted me in the theater ...  shoot, things were just beginning to get
sexy!"

   Joyce giggled.  "Silly, that's why I left," she said.

   Bill offered her a sip of vodka then, and she accepted the lovely, clear
liquid, holding it up against the moon to inspect it before pouring some
into her beer can.  She had never tasted hard liquor before.  She took a
big gulp and scrunched her face up.  She coughed.  "It--It's like fire!"
she cried, wondering how her father could drink hard liquor in such huge
quantities.  It scalded her throat, but she found the spreading warmth that
tickled her toes a sensational kick.  Suddenly she felt mellow,
self-confident, as though the vodka were a magic elixir.

   "Yep, you ran away from me," Bill said, "to go and neck with your
brother.  Pretty weird, and not a nice thing to do to a boy who thinks
you're sexy as hell."

   She was flattered by Bill's attention, but she denied she and Denny had
been necking.  Then she added, "Also, I think only a fink would make an
anonymous phone call to "somebody's parents."

   Bill took a sip of his beer.  "Who called anybody's parents?  Besides,
would you be angry if I did?"

   She sat up straight.  "Angry?  Look, my dad gave us holy hell, and he
watches us all the time now, like we're freaks or something."

   "Confidentially, I think you are," Bill said.  "How many girls sit and
French kiss with their own brother?  I saw Denny's hard-on when the fights
went on, so I know it's true."

   Joyce took another sip of her spiked beer and gazed up happily at the
moon and the stars.  Suddenly she did not feel anger at Bill or anybody. 
She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life!  She felt forgiving,
magnanimous.

   "Well, did you phone our dad?" she asked, leaning over and pressing her
breast lightly against his arm.  "If you did, I'll understand.  It's O.K.
Honest.  Did you?" She was aware that her voice was sounding thick and
slightly slurred, the way her father sounded when he'd been drinking.

   Bill slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him.  "Yes, I did," he
said.  "Because I was crazy jealous.  You're so beautiful and--well,
classy, I'm sorry, Joyce.  I just got a little nutty.  Forgive me?" He
kissed her cheek tenderly.

   Joyce scowled, then smiled.  The alcohol had created an intense glow,
and at the moment she could not be angry at anybody for anything.  Oddly,
she felt flattered that Bill cared enough to do such a nutty thing.  "Very
well," she said.  "I forgive you, but you don't know my father!  Don't ever
do such a thing again!"

   Bill promised, then told her he had looked for her at the theater just
that afternoon.  "You weren't there, Joyce," he said, sighing.  "So I just
sat there, bored, all by myself.  Would you let me take you to the movie
next week?"

   With difficulty, Joyce focused her eyes on Bill Ormsby.  He was cute,
actually, and for the first time she realized the implications of being in
love with your own brother.  It was eerie.  She liked Bill Ormsby now, but
she did not want to date him.  She realized she didn't want anyone but her
brother, and the awful part was that she could not tell him (or anyone) the
truth.  Yes, she would have to hide and lie and sneak for the rest of her
whole life!  She was doomed to a lifetime of excuse-making, and eventually
people would wonder why she did not date other boys.  And people would
notice that Denny didn't date other girls either.  Yes, Bill's telephone
call was only the beginning of the nightmare to come.  She and her brother
would have to become masters of deceit, always putting up a false front. 
And suddenly she realized that she and her brother would surely have to
date others--so nobody would guess their unnatural relationship!

   This realization was spooky, but it came to her with great clarity, and
she found herself smiling fetchingly, seductively, at Bill.  Oddly, Bill
represented the enemy, just one of many more to follow, and she knew her
present smile as only the first of many in a long series of deceptions. 
She would have to inform Denny of this great truth she had just hit upon.
Abruptly, she reached out and patted Bill's cheek.

   "Sure, Bill," she purred.  "I'd love to go with you to the movies next
week."

   Norman began calling from the living room then.  "Rex's and Sherry's
time is up," he yelled.  "Everybody here in the living room for the next
spin!"

   Both Rex and Sherry looked disheveled as they exited the bedroom.  There
was a huge come spot on Rex's zipper and his prick was still bulging
against his fly.  Five minutes wasn't much time in which to fuck, but Joyce
wondered if they had sucked or what.  She wished she could have watched
them feeling each other up and squirming and groaning with the big hard-on
standing up and drooling.

   Once again, everybody sat in a circle on the floor, except Rex and
Sherry, and Norman spun the bottle.  The first spin stopped with the bottle
pointing at Denny.  Norman spun the bottle to select his partner, and this
time it stopped pointing between Sue and Julie, the girl Ray had played sex
games with in the theater last week.

   Norman squinted, trying to make an unbiased decision.  "I say it's
pointing more at Julie," he said.  "Denny and Julie get to spend five
minutes in the bedroom!"

   As Denny disappeared into the big bedroom with the pretty redhead, Joyce
felt a strong surge of jealousy, but she somehow managed to control
herself. She told herself: I can never, never let the others see the way I
really feel.

   "Your brother ain't gonna get fucked even if he's got hisself a rubber,"
Sue whispered in Joyce's ear.  That Julie fucks sometimes, but mostly she's
just a big tease.  She's got a steel hole instead of a cunt, few boys
who've fucked me tol' me so!"

   Because of the liquor, they both giggled at the steel cunt remark, but
Joyce still felt strongly jealous.

   "And she's got little ball bearings for titties," Sue added.  "Denny'll
be lucky to git jerked off.  Take my word for it."

   They both went into the kitchen again for fresh beers.  Bill arrived and
opened the cans for them.  Then he took Joyce's arm.  "Come on, Joyce. 
Let's you and me slip outside again, okay?"

   Joyce winked at Sue, then followed Bill out to patio.  The instant they
stepped onto the patio, Bill grabbed Joyce hard and pulled her against his
rising prick.  He ground his open mouth hard against hers and began
kneading the cheeks of her ass, pulling her to him ferociously, hungrily.
Joyce didn't back away from the erect cock that pressed against her cunt.
But she turned her head away, then stared stupidly at him.  Even though
Bill meant nothing to her, she realized a display of horniness between them
might dispel rumors about herself and her brother.  She even pumped her
hips a little at his hard meat that speared urgently.

   "Let's have a little more vodka," she slurred.

   Interpreting her remark as a preliminary to all-out sex, Bill hurried
into the kitchen and returned with a near-full glass of vodka.  He took a
big swallow and Joyce did, too.  Then they curled up on the canvas swing
and Bill unclasped her bra and began kissing her neck and playing with her
bare titties.  Joyce went on letting him dry-fuck her tummy and squeeze her
nipples.  They laughed, feeling the effects of the vodka as their sex play
crescendoed in intensity.  Joyce liked his prick.  It was very hard and
dribbling just the way she liked them.  She began slowly jerking him off
and wondering if she dared lower her head and lick the come from the end of
his member.  Her cunt was gushing and tingling and she wanted to take his
prick and maybe even his immense balls all the way into her mouth.

   Bill's finger was teasing her clit now and she was breathing very hard,
almost ready to go down on the big throbbing hard-on.  But suddenly she
heard Denny's voice, very close and very angry.  He had finished his
session with Julie.

   "Get up!" Denny commanded.  "Stop making a fool of yourself with this
creep!"

   "I--I like him," Joyce defended, releasing his swollen shaft, trying to
disguise what she'd been doing.  "I'm making friends with the boy who
called our father, Denny.  Yesh, this here's the anonymish telephone
caller. Isn't that right, Bill?"

   "Correct," Bill replied, snuggling closer, ignoring Denny.  "Why should
your own brother have you?  I want you all to myself, and that'sh why I
called your dad." He feasted on her left tit.

   "You both sound drunk!" Denny spat.  "Get up, Joyce.  Now!"

   Joyce had never seen her brother this angry, and even through the
alcoholic haze she knew she'd better get up fast.  She tried to get up, but
it was too late.  Denny lunged, grabbed Bill by his shirtfront and jerked
him to his feet.  "Rotten bastard!" he shrieked.  "You're the fink who
called my old man!"

   Stupidly, Bill would not be quiet.  He muttered thickly, "Want your
sister all to yourself, doncha?  Y-You're nothin' but a goddam pervert,
Denny.  Nobody can fuck her but you, huh?  Well, we'll see about that! 
Wait till I call the drunken Dr.  Reardon and tell him his son wansa fuck
his daughter.  Yeah, I think I'll call him right now.  Let go my shirt, ass
hole!"

   Denny took deliberate and frightening aim, then landed a right first
directly to Bill's jaw.  Bill staggered backwards, and fell face first into
a flower bed.  Screaming, Joyce jumped up and grabbed her brother's
shoulder.  She barely recognized him.  He trembled all over and his eyes
were blazing.

   "He didn't mean it, Denny!" she yelled.  "Please don't do this, Denny!
Don't!"

   Denny whirled and silenced her with a vicious backhand to the cheek. 
Joyce dropped to the ground, then stared up, not believing her brother had
struck her.  She began sobbing drunkenly and hysterically as she rubbed her
face in disbelief.  "How--How could you, Denny?" she cried, her chest
heaving.  "After our promise?  After what we said to each other.  W-We took
a vow, Denny Reardon ..."

   Bill managed to struggle to his feet and now came at Denny menacingly.
Sobbing, not wanting to see the outcome, Joyce fled through the big house
and out the front door.  Stumbling, partly from shock and partly from the
vodka, she made her way along the dirt shoulder of the two-lane road in the
general direction of the Reardon house.  It was a long way and she was not
certain of the direction, but she did not care.  Denny had slapped her,
humiliated her in front of everybody, and anguish and self-pity consumed
her as she staggered for the safety of home.

   Then, headlights approached from behind, the car turned after passing
her on what appeared to be a dirt road ahead.  Did it stop in a cluster of
pine trees?  She could not be sure.  She pushed on--sobbing, tripping,
wondering if maybe Bill had left the party to take her home.  She hoped so.
She felt quite drunk now and she knew she should not be all alone out here
so far away from everyone.

   CHAPTER 8

   Joyce had just passed the dirt road onto which the car had turned when
she sighted the hunched figure of a man, not more than ten yards away, come
running directly at her.  Her hands clamped over her mouth in horror and
she stopped dead in her tracks frozen with fear.  She wondered if this
could be a nightmare or maybe a hallucination from drinking too much vodka.
There was no one to help her, not a car in view, and she was alone with
this approaching monster.

   She nearly wet her pants as the big man grabbed her gruffly, picked her
up in his powerful arms and ran back toward the cover of the trees. 
Kicking, screaming to no avail, terror surged through her.  She had never
felt so alone and helpless.  She screamed louder, louder, but the man's
huge hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling her screams for help.

   "You don't want me to knock you out, do you?" the deep voice asked. 
Then shut up or I'll have to put you in dreamland." He emitted a hideous
laugh.  "Besides, I wouldn't wancha to miss any of this, little darlin'
virgin cunt.  Shut up!"

   They exited from the cluster of pine trees then and her assailant slowed
to a trot, still breathing hard but slowing as he made his way toward a
battered old car that was parked up on the shoulder of this narrow,
deserted side road.

   They reached the car and the man let Joyce slide to her feet.  He held
her wrist in a viselike grip, though, as he opened the door with his free
hand and hurled her onto the front seat.  He climbed in after her, slamming
the door.

   Panting, his eyes blazing crazily, he said, "Don't fight me and don't
dare make a sound.  I won't hurt you if you don't resist"

   Joyce's heart hammered against her rib cage.  Huddling against the door,
she wondered what he meant by: Don't fight me.  Did he plan to rape her? 
She had been insane to run from the party that way.  Please god, she
thought.  Please don't let him hurt me.  She longed for the protection of
her brother.  Oh, where was Denny now?

   She began sobbing uncontrollably, trembling all over.  "Please don't
hurt me?" she pleaded.  "I'm only fourteen, and--and I--I'm a virgin.  I'm
so scared.  Y-You wouldn't rape me, would you?"

   In the moonlight, Joyce could see that his eyes were afire with lust. 
He still held her wrist, half grinning at her, as if contemplating all the
things he planned to do to her body.  He pulled her toward him then,
crushing his body to hers and roughly squeezed her breasts.

   "Relax, pretty girl," he said.  "I promise I won't rape you as long as
you're quiet and do exactly what I tell you." Suddenly headlights showed
from the main street, fifty yards distant, and there was the sound of an
approaching car.  The man glanced nervously over his shoulder, clutching
Joyce even harder until the car had passed.  Then he began stroking her
hair, his lips parted in a hideous leer.  "I love your shiny hair in the
moonlight, girl," he said.  "Soft and pretty and shiny-perfect for shootin'
off in."

   Joyce sensed that her captor was some kind of hair freak.  He seemed
hypnotized and insanely fascinated as he stroked her locks gently,
lovingly, talking about the way it hung over her shoulders and its silky
texture.  She wondered if maybe that was all he wanted of her--just to play
with her hair.  But he had said he wanted to "shoot off in it."

   He went on that way, feeling her hair, and she decided a crazed man
wouldn't snatch her from the road merely to stroke her hair.  Maybe he as
planning to kidnap her, or kill her and leave her raped and mangled body
here in the trees!

   Tears streamed down her cheeks as he went on fondling, purring his
admiration for her hair.  He even referred to the downy texture of her
pussy hair, saying it must be even smoother.  He ceased touching her
breasts then and began concentrating solely on her hair.  Working with both
hands, he worshipfully manipulated the black, shining tresses, chanting
like a degenerate in a horror film.  But this was no film.  Somehow, his
sudden tenderness frightened her even more than his previous roughness. 
Was he preparing her for something awful and violent--calming her so he
could stick his big cock in her and split her wide apart?

   "I smell booze on your breath, little girl," he said.  "A pretty girl
like you shouldn't drink, you know that?  Alcohol dries things up.  It'll
take all the nice shine out of your pretty hair.  Don't try to stop me,
sugar.  I--I'm gonna brush your pretty hair and make it nice and shiny." He
grunted, shuddering, held her wrist hard and reached over and opened the
glove compartment.  Not taking his eyes from her hair, fumbling, he
withdrew a brush!  Then he instructed her to face the other way.  Surely,
he wouldn't simply brush her hair, she thought.  Please help me, God? 
Don't let him bludgeon me to death with the brush.  Don't let him stick the
handle up me!

   But to her amazement, he began brushing tenderly, with long even
strokes. He groaned with admiration as he worked, and she wondered what
unspeakable act was about to follow.  And then, barely noticeable at first,
Joyce became aware that the car was rocking in a steady rhythmic motion. 
She guessed she knew what he was doing.  Peeking over her shoulder, she saw
him brushing with one hand and jerking on his big stiff flesh-hunk with the
other hand.  "Tresses," he kept saying.  "Tresses ...  tresses ...  "

   As the rocking of the car increased, she considered making a dash for
freedom--opening the door and running--but she could not move.  Expecting
the worst, she sat frozen, paralyzed with fear as he went on chanting and
beating his meat.

   The old car was rocking so fast now she could hear the springs
squeaking. He dropped the brush to the floor then began petting the black
tresses more urgently.  He turned her so that she faced him and ripped her
blouse open so he could stare at her breasts as he groped her hair.  The
tempo of his masturbation increased to a frenzy and he grunted with each
thump of his fist.  His prick was very large, but it was crooked like no
male organ she had ever seen.  It curved off to one side, like a
knockwurst.

   He bent down, licked her erect nipples for a moment, then said, "I'm
gonna come in your hair, little girl.  I'm gonna shoot my goo all over your
black hair.  I told you I wouldn't hurt you if you let me have my way.  I
meant it, too.  Just you let me do my weird thing.  Don't get scared," he
cackled.  "In fact, you kin watch me shoot my wad if you want.  Wouldn't
you like to see a man's goo blast out and clump up in your hair?  Huh?"

   The desperate expression on his face and the fast pace of his jerking
off his bent prick told Joyce that probably all he wanted was to come in
her hair.  Yes, he actually meant what he had said--at least she hoped so.
Yes, he was some kind of sex kook who just wanted to shoot his sperm in her
hair!  Relief and gratitude singed through her as she realized he wasn't
going to rape her and he wasn't going to kill her.  Still, she would have
to be tactful.  Instinct told her that the main crisis would come after he
had spent his sperm.  Then she would have to persuade him she would never,
never tell.  If necessary, she would have to pretend she liked the act and
even make a follow-up date to repeat the weird ritual.  Suddenly he told
her to bend down.

   Apparently she did not move fast enough to please him, for he jerked
very hard at her hair until her face was just inches from the dribbling end
of his bent hard-on.  To her surprise, he did not attempt to stick his
prick in her mouth.  Instead, he arranged her hair so that it draped over
his furry testicles and tenacled all around his rock-hard shaft.  He began
pounding harder and faster then, grunting like some crazed, demented animal
as he stared in abject worship at the dark strands that tickled his balls
and pulsing erection.

   Eyes bulging, he then began emitting hysterical breath-bursts: "Ah, Ouh,
Egh, Ergh, Oh!" he babbled deliriously as his free hand moved the shiny
hair about his cock and balls and rectum.  And then his prick began to
geyser, to gush and fling his scalding, white sperm spurting onto her hair,
drenching the long black strands with his sticky fluid.  Enraptured, he
stared at the white goo against the soft black hair.  He continued
squeezing at his organ, mopping up every drop with Joyce's shiny hair and
he sort of yodeled as he reached his bucking climax.  Then he sat upright,
lying with his head against the back of the car seat.  Joyce huddled
against the opposite door, wishing she had a tissue to remove his come from
her hair, but she was afraid of triggering some violent reaction from this
degenerate.  She now had met her first honest-to-god degenerate.

   "We kin talk for a while 'fore I let you go, little girl," he gasped. 
"Unless you'd rather lick the rest of my juice off the end of my dong. 
Would you like that?  Don't play games with me, girl.  You don't have to,
see?  Shit, I know plenty females who love swallowing a man's come.  You
want to?"

   Trying to smile, Joyce shook her head.  "Uh--no thank you," she said.

   "Betchoo think I'm pretty strange, eh?  Well, when you spend as much
time behind bars as I have, a guy develops some pretty kinky tastes, see?"

   Abruptly, he held his face with both of his hands, obviously depressed,
repentant.  Joyce said nothing.

   "I could go back to prison for what I just did to you, girl," he said.
"This was the same as--as rape, I guess.  They's say, 'Let's send the
weirdo back to the joint--lock him up again.' Would you like that, girl?"

   Joyce decided to risk speaking.  "Y-You kept your promise, mister," she
managed.  "You didn't do me any harm.  You keep your promise to me and I'll
keep a promise not to tell.  Not ever.  All right?  Let me go and I won't
tell."

   She did her best to sound nonchalant, casual, despite the terror that
surged through her body.  He seemed to be merely resting and thinking now.
She wondered what his next move would be.

   "Listen, I may be pretty weird, but I sure ain't cruel," he said.  "Go
on home.  I won't hurt you.  If you tell your folks, I guess that'll be the
end for me, but-well, go ahead and leave."

   His hand then stretched in front of her--panic seized her--but he was
only reaching for the door handle.  Quickly, she slid out, then stood
there, staring at him.  For some strange reason she felt intense pity for
this lonely, weird man.  But not that much pity!  She turned then trotted
toward the main road, crying and running desperately for the safety of
home.

   She did not know how much time it took her to reach the Reardon house.
As she staggered up the driveway, she saw her father's car parked near the
garage.  Inside, she found her father, a bottle of whisky on the table
beside his chair.  His face wore a stupid grin and he welcomed his
daughter. He was obviously drunk and drinking openly since Norma was not
there to control him.

   "Where's Denny?" he asked, blinking.  "You look horrible, sugar.  Your
hair-sh a mess.  Christ, what've you been doing?" He drooled a little.

   Joyce wanted to run and hurl herself in her father's arms, scream out
the horror of her experience with the degenerate man, but she knew she
should straighten herself up.

   "Denny's still at the party," she said.  "We had an argument, so I left
and came home early, daddy."

   "You and your brother arguing?" he said.  "What the hell for?" He poured
straight whisky into his glass.  "Hey, how come you're such a mess?  Come
here.  Let me look at you."

   She could still hear the pitiful man's voice apologizing for molesting
her.  "If you tell your folks, that'll be the end of me ..." Somehow, she
didn't want the man to get into trouble, at least not to go back to prison.


   "I'm going to the bathroom for a second, daddy," she said, trying to
sound calm.  "I'll be right back."

   "In the John, she studied herself in the mirror.  She cringed.  Her hair
was tangled and all stuck together from her molester's fondling and
ejaculation.  She looked as if she had been to some wild sexy orgy.  From
the vodka and all that crying, her eyes were red and puffy.  She filled the
bowl with water and hastily shampooed her hair.  She rinsed it, then dried
vigorously, trying to erase every trace of the hideous night's experience.
When she returned again to the living room, her head was wrapped up in a
turkish towel.

   Her father crinkled his nose, squinting at her and trying to focus his
eyes.  "What you do?" he asked.  "Take a bath?"

   "Just washed my hair," she replied.  And then, without warning, tears
flooded her eyes.  She had managed to escape from her captor and get home
safely.  Grateful, all restraint left her, and she threw herself against
her father, held him close.  "Daddy, Oh daddy," she sobbed in despair.

   "If Denny laid a hand on you," he said, "if your brother hurt you,
I--I'll kick the shit outa him.  Did he hurt my baby, huh?"

   Gently, Joyce reached up and gently shushed her father's mouth with her
hand.  "Denny didn't hurt me," she said.  "No, daddy.  We just argued and
then I left and walked on home.  On the way, I tripped and fell.  That's
all.  Honest."

   "Bullshit!  What did you argue about.  Tell me, you hear?"

   "I was just in a bad mood," Joyce said, defending her brother.  "I just
wanted to come home and be with you, daddy.  It's all over now. 
Everything's O.K."

   Martin Reardon ceased ranting them, obviously pleased that his daughter
preferred to be with him.  Affectionately, he patted her head and began
rubbing her back in a slow, circular motion.  "Daddy loves his li'l girl
very much," he said, rubbing her back more intently.  "My little girl came
home to daddy, eh?  Umm, that's nice, sugar."

   Joyce felt safe and secure in her father's arms.  She kissed him on the
cheek and nestled lovingly.  His big hand felt good and reassuring against
her as it moved down to the small of her back and lingered there briefly
before it slid up under her blouse and continued stroking bare, smooth
flesh.  Joyce felt a warm, tingling sensation run up her spine.  Breathing
faster, she slipped her own hand onto his chest where his bathrobe had
parted and ran her nails lightly along his furry chest.  When he unclasped
her bra and began rubbing harder over the entire length of her back she
thought nothing of it.

   "You're still daddy's baby, aren't you?" he said.  "Yep, and you're all
grown up now."

   "Yessss, daddy," she purred, palming his chest more urgently.  Even
after her earlier hideous experience, she felt herself being aroused.  Yes,
it was odd, but she felt that same secure and loving feeling she often felt
with Denny.  Her father's hand inched from her back to her breasts, then
softly massaged them.  To her astonishment, she did not resist and,
glancing down, she saw her father's erection bulging against his bathrobe.

   Swallowing, she found herself wondering what her daddy's prick looked
like.  She had never laid eyes on it.  She tried to cast the thought out of
her mind, but despite herself she wanted to touch it--maybe do even more to
it!  Was it because of that strange man masturbating in her hair, she
wondered.  True, his crooked organ had repulsed her, but at the same time
the sight of his spurting prick and his desperate need had touched
something off deep within her being.  Something maternal?  She did not
know, or care!

   Her daddy was fondling her breasts with one hand while his other hand
pleasantly explored her tummy--moving steadily lower and nudging her pubic
patch.  Very slightly, she spread her legs, curious to see if he would
actually touch her pussy.  Suddenly, fear seized her and her body stiffened
as she considered the consequences of her father's sexual advance.

   "Here my li'l sweetheart," he said abruptly, as though sensing her fear.
You better take a little sip of this and calm down.  Go ahead, honey. 
You'll feel better if you take a little belt."

   For the second time this evening Joyce felt the scalding heat of alcohol
in her throat.  There was the lovely warmth, too, as the alcohol began
flowing through her veins.  And then she felt good again--the way she'd
felt at the party!  Her father's hand still played with her titties, moving
also nearer and nearer her dampening vagina.  This alcohol was a miracle
drug all right.  All her fear had left!

   She found herself mewing as she spread her legs still wider to bring his
hand in contact with her moistening nest.  "Dadd-eeee" she moaned, as he
began running his finger up and down the length of her damp, then gushing
indentation, toying with her clit as he pressed harder against her nipples
with his other hand.

   Both of them breathed fast and hard now, and Joyce knew there was no
return from the course they were taking.  They both sensed this.  "It's so
wonderful to be close to you this way," Joyce moaned.  "Daddy, you make me
feel so good.  It's all right for me to feel this way, isn't it?  What
we're doing isn't wrong, is it?"

   "You know it's all right," he grunted.  "Your feelings tell you it's
nice, huh?  No, daddy wouldn't lie to you, dear.  It'sh perfectly all
right, honey."

   "I'll keep it a--a secret, though, daddy.  A secret?"

   "Yes, baby--keep it a secret ..."

   Now that they had established that what they were doing was perfectly
all right, yet confidential, Martin Reardon's hands began moving without
hesitation and uncertainty.  He worked his hand up his daughter's skirt,
parted her trembling knees forcefully and began massaging her wet slit and
clit harder, urgently.  He even parted his robe, revealing his naked, stiff
and thick hard-on.

   To Joyce's amazement, her father's hard-on was as stiff as any erection
she had ever seen!  Then it wasn't so that older men's pensies didn't get
as hard as younger men's!  This delighted her, for her father's cock stood
proud and eager, ready to probe into cunt-heat.  Joyce spasmed, then bent
down and planted a kiss on the bulbous, dribbling head of the meaty
monster. She longed to keep his respect, and therefore she tried to
disguise her experience.  But she wanted to nurse on her daddy's hard-on,
suck it hard--just as she had sucked Roger's and Denny's.  She teased his
balls, trying to gather courage to go down on him.

   She was grateful when he began applying pressure to the back of her
head. She bent forward, took the head of the stiff meat between her eager
lips and began working slowly, deliciously, up and down.  She wanted to
suck him off just perfectly--give him the best blow job in the world. 
Because he was older and more experienced sexually, she felt she dared not
displease or disappoint him.  Soon, she guessed she was giving him a good
blow job, because he murmured: "Umm, what a good girl!  What a perfect li'l
sweetheart." His voice was very distant.  "Keep it up ...  don't stop ...
that's fine, Joyce.  You're sucking daddy's prick very, very nicely."

   And then he was promising her all lands of crazy, drunken
things--presents, money, his undying love and devotion.  She loved hearing
these words as she took his prick as far back as possible into the depths
of her throat and listening to his grunts and felt his hands harshly
directing her tempo and the depth of his penetration.

   Spurred on, she cradled his furry balls in her hands and jiggled them as
she licked and gulped on his hard cock.  Then, to her surprise, he suddenly
stopped her sucking efforts, hastily carried her over to the couch and slid
her panties down and over her ankles.  He tossed the panties aside, lifted
her legs just below the knees and lifted until her cunt and ass became a
sort of platform.

   "Dadd-eee," she breathed.  "Are you going to fuck me, daddy?"

   Her knees were up and pressed against her shoulders as he stared in awe
at her spread cunt and rectum.  She loved the thought of offering her daddy
everything she possessed ...  letting her daddy have anything he wanted
from her.  She loved the look on his face as, moaning, he went on staring
with lust-crazed eyes at her pussy.

   "A-Are you going to fuck me, daddy?" she asked rather timidly.

   "Yes, sugar," he panted.  "But first daddy's gonna kiss your tight,
pretty snatch--that beautiful cunt--and then daddy's going to fuck you. 
Would you like that?"

   "I would, daddy, but I've never been fucked before.  I never had it done
to me before.  Please don't hurt me, daddy?"

   He cackled, then emitted low, groaning sounds and promised to "stab you
easy, baby ...  I want to make your first fuck nice and--and memorable."

   She realized that he was not as drunk as she had guessed, because he
slid his silken robe under ass so they wouldn't stain the couch.  "I
promise it'll feel good, hon," he said, "even though it might hurt just a
little in the beginning."

   She stared up at the ceiling then, tossing her head a bit from side to
side.  At last she would know how it felt to have a man's prick inside
her--daddy's prick, too!--and the idea had her vagina gushing torrents of
lubricant.  His prick shoved hard against her juicy, virginal cavern,
forcing its way into her eager channel.  She was about to be fucked!

   "Oh, daddy!" she sobbed.  "Fuck me ...  yes, fuck me!" And her own voice
sounded strange and childlike to her ears."

   "Don't worry, sugar," he rasped.  "Daddy's gonna fuck you good--just
right.  Ugh ...  pretty soon it'll be all the way inside you."

   He had hold of his shaft, staring at his own thick member as it pried
into the tight, virginal folds of his daughter's love channel.  Then,
abruptly, he ceased the pressure, stopped pushing.  He withdrew the big
prick, denying her, and gasped: "Before I stick it all the way in, sugar, I
better lick it a little and make it feel even better."

   He scooted down, and then Joyce felt her daddy's tongue gulping at her
pussy; swallowing sounds filled her ears as he threatened to gulp her cunt
lips down into his throat.  She could easily tell he had licked more
pussies than any of the boys she had fooled with.  He was like an animal,
and his tongue found special places that gave Joyce more pleasure than she
had dreamed was possible.  Briefly, she felt embarrassment as her father's
greedy tongue settled into her rear entrance.  But it was heavenly and she
involuntarily reached down and parted her buttocks with her hands,
spreading her ass cheeks as far as possible so her daddy could lick and
gorge himself there, tool

   Finally, after she had almost come, he raised up and began once again
working his stiff prick into her cunt.  He was pressing hard, very hard,
and then she felt a sharp pain that brought tears to her eyes as her father
ended her virginity with one slick and mighty stroke!

   The word deflowered actually popped into her head, and then the
aggressive, jabbing cock plunged into the depths of her, into the hilt, and
Joyce knew that at last she had become a woman of the world.  She let out a
long groan, ending in a little squeal, and then she began pumping and
raising her ass steadily to meet the driving meat that speared so urgently.


   No, her father had not split her apart, as she had feared at first, for
gradually there came blessed elasticity as her inner chasm stretched to
accommodate the hard-on that pierced, stabbed, impaled the depths of her
vagina.  But he was rough--much rougher than she imagined even an aroused
male might be while fucking--and several times she begged him to go slower.


   He apologized, but he stabbed just as hard anyway.  "You can't get
pregnant, sugar," he kept repeating.  "No, I had an operation, so you
c-can't get pregnant ...  don't worry ...  nothing to worry about.  Just
fuck your daddy ...  fuck, sugar ..."

   She realized then that she had subconsciously feared getting pregnant.
Her father was very wise indeed, for he removed this lingering fear from
her entirely, permitting now to provide him with a totally uninhibited,
all-out fuck.  She locked her mouth to his and pounded his buttocks with
her heels.  In a matter of minutes, she was raking his back with her
fingernails and driving her tingling pelvis at his slamming cock with total
abandon.

   "Fuck me hard, daddy," she rasped.  "Fuck me ...  fuck me!  It hurts,
but it feels sooo good.  Stick it way up inside ...  harder ...  harder!"

   Her father's claws clutched both cheeks of her ass roughly, tugging the
smooth, quivering butt savagely at his intruding and swollen tool.  She
begged him to fill her up with his "goo" and his thrusts became rotating
and piston like as pelvis rammed pelvis, their pubic mounds scraping and
grinding together infurious intensity.  Joyce felt she might scream out
hysterically as the intense pleasure deep within her scalding and dripping
cunt rose and multiplied.  Then she could actually hear the wet squishing
sounds as her father spread her hard and steadily, making her juices gush
down and into the crack of her ass.  The robe beneath her was drenched with
their combined juices.

   Yes, daddy was fucking every drop of love-juice from her and begging for
more.  He even stuck his middle finger up her sopping-wet ass hole, wagging
the finger hard back and forth as he fucked like a demented demon.  For an
instant, she felt she might come from this delicious sensation, the
gnashing of the finger and the cock against her fleshy partition driving
her to the brink of passing out from the pleasure.

   Ahhhh ...  both holes!" she screamed.  "Oh, daddy!  Dadd-eee!" And the
hoarse and savage obscenities in her ear rose, exciting her beyond belief
as she held his hips and pulled her father to urge him to still greater
thrusts into her seething cunt.

   At last, Joyce realized that there was nothing dirty about what they
were doing.  Fucking was beautiful ...  something everyone was born to do!
She became delirious then, muttering words and thoughts she had never
before dared to think, much less utter.  She told her father that she had
always wanted his prick, had always wanted his big dong inside her pussy.
She said she had prayed for her daddy to fuck her ever since she could
remember.  At first, she thought she had merely gushed these innermost
secrets as the result of vague dreams she had experienced--long ago, as a
little girl--but then she realized she had indeed always wanted her father
for her own ...  had always wanted daddy to fuck her.  It was as if she
spewed forth long held secrets from deep within her unconscious.  True
thoughts!

   She was at the peak of ecstasy then, babbling, insane, begging the erect
flesh-spear never to stop, always to keep driving, because she was almost
there--her first come by a prick.  A near convulsion seemed to wrack her
young body as wave after wave of indescribable tingling, all-relieving
pleasure-current washed over her entire body, bringing blessed relief,
jolting her to the core before catapulting her heavenward.

   "Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, seeing star-like specks and flashing colors and,
weirdly, even the demented man who had come in her hair was fucking her
there along with daddy ...

   Her father was yelling in a voice, not his own, as his body bucked to
completion and he sent his sperm into her womb.  "Shoot it inside me!" she
urged.  And he cried, "Com-ming in my little girl's cunt ...  ahhhhhh!"

   They both lay shuddering, and Joyce clutched her father's buttocks hard
against her, eager to drain his balls of every trace of swirling come-seed,
way up inside of her without any of the love-juice going to waste.  She was
amazed that she could not feel the individual spurts of his sperm.  She had
always visualized and imagined that male's pearly love-cream could be felt
as it squirted inside a pussy.  But it did not!  Still, the mere thought of
daddy's love-juice pouring into her loving, wet darkness, into the
welcoming pussy-heat, was lovely to imagine.

   Her father's shuddering weight still on top of her, Joyce sobbed,
saddened by the fact that his proud erection was dwindling at last.  But it
was draining-- the load had filled her and it was draining--and this
thought compensated somehow.

   She had been shuddering out the aftermath of her orgasm for several
minutes before the first guilt and intense remorse struck her.  She saw
that her father felt guilty, too, as they moved about in silence, cleaning
up the evidence of their fucking.  She noticed a small blood stain on her
father's bathrobe, where her buttocks had lain, proof she had lost her
virginity to her father.

   She watched him gather up the stained robe, then walk naked to the
bathroom.  He said he would wash it with cold water ...

   Immediately outside the living room window, Denny slowly clenched and
unclenched his fists.  He had been standing there for a long time,
witnessing his own father fuck his own sister.  For a moment, he thought he
might vomit, but he somehow managed to stifle his gagging.  He stared up at
the stars questioningly, waiting for his father and sister to make
themselves presentable before entering.  He felt certain that he hated his
father more than anything or person he had ever laid eyes on.

   CHAPTER 9

   Norma was happy when her daughter, Denise, arrived.  But Denny and Joyce
took an immediate dislike to her "uppity," superior behavior and promptly
dubbed her The Duchess.  Mainly, they didn't like her sharing the same room
with them, because it seriously curtailed their sexual activities.

   But the siblings disliked Denise for many reasons.  She avoided Landon
Pond, saying it was "filthy," and she detested Denny's and Joyce's friends
because they were crude and ungrammatical.  True, she was pretty
enough--long auburn hair and striking green eyes--but it was hard to
believe such an obnoxious girl could be the daughter of Norma Reardon.

   Their new guest spent most of her time indoors, having long dramatic
talks (she overacted a lot) with her mother, reading romantic novels, or
taking long walks with Frederick, the Reardons' dog.  She and Frederick
became inseparable, which amused Denny and Joyce who secretly believed she
was having an illicit affair with the animal.  Also, even though Denny and
Joyce were disappointed in their father's lifestyle, they resented Denise's
open and vicious criticism of him.

   One day, two weeks after Denise's arrival, Denny and Joyce returned home
earlier than usual from their play at the pond.  As they wheeled their
bicycles into the garage, they both stopped dead in their tracks, stunned,
then amused.  In the darkness of the garage, Denise had been holding
Frederick's muzzle between her legs, forcing him to lick her pussy!  As the
garage door opened, illuminating the garage, they saw her with one leg up
on a low shelf, tugging at the dog's collar and commanding him to "Make me
come!"

   She even held a jar of boysenberry preserves that her mother had made
and obviously had poured the sweet jam into her cunt to entice (and keep)
Frederick doing her bidding.

   Sighting Denny and Joyce observing her--caught with the dog's muzzle
between her legs--she immediately shrieked as if she had been attacked and
scolded the naughty dog who had so flagrantly invaded her privacy.

   Finally, exerting maximum dramatic ability, she turned on Denny and
Joyce.  "Just what sort of sex-crazed beast have you trained?" she
screamed. "Why this--this fiendish thing just attacked me.  I've never--but
never--observed anything so disgusting in my life!" She pretended to
shudder in abject disgust, then kicked Frederick.  Totally bewildered, the
dog slunk over to the darkest comer of the garage and lay down, sighing
deeply.

   Denny and Joyce both giggled hysterically, holding their stomachs. 
Finally, they sputtered and spasmed to a halt.  "Yep, we're master
dog-trainers!" Joyce said, dabbing at the tears on her cheeks.  "All we do
is let out a special whistle, and then Frederick goes in the house and gets
a jar of boysenberry preserves.  Then he shoves us in the garage, puts our
legs up on that shelf and then licks our thing-a-ma-jigs while we try to
fight him off.  Yep, he's sex-crazed all right.  Very bright, too.  He
should be in the circus or something!"

   "Or maybe a whorehouse," Denny said.

   "Make that the F.B.I." Joyce added.

   Denise scowled, as though unable to comprehend what she was hearing. 
"You certainly don't believe--for one instant--that I would voluntarily
permit that--that animal to do something like that to--to my body, do you?
I mean--really!  I suspected that you were both complete and utter
degenerates, but this clinches it."

   "How come you're so upset?" Denny said.  "I mean, if you like Fred here
to lick your pussy, who cares?"

   "Sure, we won't reveal your precious secret," Joyce said.  "Why should
we?  Frederick prob'ly likes it even more than you.  But why don't you let
him screw you dog-style?  Why should you get all the relief and--and leave
Fred horny.  Yep, you oughta let him mount up once in a while."

   "Stop that filthy-minded talk!" Denise screamed.

   "Look, your secret's safe with us," Denny said.  "Glad to see The
Duchess is human after all.  Frankly, we didn't even think you had a
pussy."

   Glancing back and forth between them, Denise's voice was low when she
spoke very conspiratorially.  "Y-You promise you won't tell anybody?"

   "Hell, no," Denny said.  "Why should we?"

   "Believe me," Joyce said, "there's plenty of things a lot weirder than
you and Frederick going on around this house.  Welcome to the club."

   "Hey, now that we know you're human rights are gonna be a lot more
interesting than they've been since you first arrived.  Maybe we can fool
around together again when the lights go out, eh Joyce?"

   Joyce nodded, laughing.  Finally, after two full weeks, she had come to
grips with her guilt feelings over fucking her father ...  and she and her
daddy were able to look each other directly in the eye again.  She still
felt guilty over not telling her brother about the incident, but naturally
there were some things you could not breathe a word about to anyone.

   Denise was eyeing them both suspiciously.  "Just what do you mean when
you say there are plenty of things going on around here?  Anything to do
with my--my mother's husband?  Your father?  I have a reason for asking."

   "Oh?" Denny said casually.  "What's your reason?"

   "Because your father--h-he fucked me ...  two years ago when I was
visiting here your father robbed me of my virginity!" she blurted
defiantly, as if to punish them for discovering her that way with
Frederick. Don't you see?  Your father practically raped a fifteen-year-old
virgin!"

   "Yeah?" Denny said.  "Probably the same way Frederick took advantage of
you."

   "And I bet the young virgin liked it, or she wouldn't have let him fuck
her.  Hmm, she didn't even tell anyone.  Were you hoping he might--uh--rape
you again this summer?"

   Denise wagged her head in disbelief.  "Nothing shocks you two weirdos,
does it?"

   "Not unless it's a mature female who coaxes dogs into licking their
cunts.  Tell you what," Denny said.  "You keep the rape incident hush-hush,
and nobody will ever know you go around seducing household pets, okay?"

   Denise's nostrils flared.  "You two are nothing but dirty little
blackmailers!"

   True," Denny said.  "Just don't squeal on our dad.  He might be a little
strange, but he's still our dad." Denny was surprised at his own display of
loyalty after what he'd witnessed between his father and his sister.

   Joyce stared at her brother in admiration.

   Denny savored his sister's admiring glance.  Yes, he realized he had
matured considerably when he had finally decided to forgive his father. 
After all, he was not totally blameless himself.  He had slapped Joyce that
fateful night she had been attacked by the freak on the deserted road (She
had told him about that incident, but not about fucking their father) and
even more important he had been fucking Norma.  Yes, he wondered how Denise
would take the news that he had been fucking her mother!  But he would not
divulge that information to Denise anytime in the foreseeable future. 
Huh-uh!  Nor to his father, for Martin Reardon might fuck his own daughter
and his own step-daughter, but Denny doubted he would tolerate the fucking
of his own wife by his son.  Not likely.

   It was far too complicated already and he didn't want to make it any
worse.  Everybody seemed to have gone sex crazy in this house.  It seemed
that everybody was fucking and sucking everybody else, the dog included,
and he decided once-and-for-all to keep certain secrets to himself.

   "Very well," Denise said.  "It's a bargain.  A pact.  I won't tell on
you if you don't tell on me."

   Later that same night, their father again passed out and Norma asleep
beside him, Denny crawled into his sister's bed for the first time in
weeks. He didn't care whether Denise was asleep or not.  He was certain
that catching her with Frederick's snout in her snatch insured him and
Joyce freedom--total unrestricted movement.  The lips of The Duchess had
been sealed but good!

   Joyce snuggled close the instant Denny crawled in beside her.  "Umm,
it's nice having my lover-brother beside me in bed again," she cooed.

   She squeezed him affectionately and hard, wrapping her legs about him
and shoving her silken nest against his already erect prick.  "I got a
rubber," he whispered, then put it under the pillow momentarily so he could
work on his sister's titties with both hands.  Their lips pressed together,
parted, and then they played delicious tongue games while Denny ran his
eager hands all over his sister's lush and smooth body.  Lovingly, he
palmed her ass and coaxed her nipples erect, playing with them for a long
time while he told her how much he adored her.  After much foreplay, Denny
scooted down, engulfing each ivory beauty in his mouth, first the right,
then the left-nursing, gobbling, listening to his sister's appreciative
moans.  He had learned much from Norma and made loud, sucking noises,
because he guessed most girls liked to hear boys munch and gobble at their
tits.

   After a long time, he inched his hand slowly over her rib cage, fondling
the well-defined and lovely protrusion of her tummy, then tickled her navel
and upper legs before toying with her silken cunt.  Joyce breathed hard and
fast.  She took his cock and balls in both hands.

   "I love you, Denny," she murmured.  "No matter what happens I'll always
love my darling brother.  Someday I--I have to be honest with you, though.
Th-there's a few things I--I have to tell you."

   As he rippled his fingers over his sister's cunt, Denny was glad that
his sister wanted to be honest with him.  He respected her for that, even
though she could not yet bring herself to telling him that she had fucked
their father.

   "I love you, too," he sighed.  "More than anyone, and--and I have some
things to tell you ...  but later ...  "

   He palmed her soft pubic mound and went on sucking her nipples.  As he
did so, Joyce continued milking his stout wanger, tugging like it was a
hunk of taffy.  Her hands were a bit rougher than they had been before they
arrived in Walden Flats, but somehow his sister's calloused hands felt even
better than Norma's smooth fingers against his delicate foreskin and
sensitive cock-head as Joyce slowly jerked him off and whispered dirty
words lovingly in his ear.

   As she worked methodically that way, Denny let his hand dip into his
sister's honey-hole and fluttered all three fingers against her inner,
softer, more delicate pussy lips.  Moaning louder, Joyce gripped his
hard-on in a viselike grip.

   "Is it possible that your prick is getting bigger all the time?" she
asked.  "I swear you've grown a full inch."

   "I guess it just knows that pretty soon it's gonna slip inside your hot,
juicy puss, sis.  I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Joyce ...  forever!"


   "Me, too," Denny," she breathed.  "Oh, just think!  Tonight you can come
with your prick inside of me."

   She cradled his balls then, in both hands, then uttering a little
squeal, threw back the blanket and covered his balls with ravenous, wet
kisses.  She fell hopelessly in love with her brother's almond-shaped
testicles that hid deep within his flesh sack.  In deep admiration, she
slowly laved them with her tongue, then drew each one into her mouth and
nursed carefully, adoringly.  Denny guessed the sensation must be the same
as when he took his sister's cunt lips and sucked on them.

   "God, Joyce!" he groaned loudly, a tingling current running from his
groin and up his spine to the top of his head.  "Do you really like sucking
on my balls?"

   Her mouth full of her brother's flesh globes, she could only gurgle a
muffled reply.  She was attempting to get his entire scrotum into her mouth
and having some trouble.  After a little while, she gave up and simply
licked, teasing her brother's ass hole with her fingertips, like their
father had done to her.

   Boldly, she rose from his genitals then and straddled him, sliding all
the way until she sat on his chest.  There, she tantalizingly parted her
cunt lips and offered her gushing slit to her brother's waiting mouth.

   "Denny?" she asked timidly.  "Would you please lick my cunt, would you?
Suck on my clit?"

   Eagerly, Denny clasped her buttocks in his hands and, tickling her ass
hole as she had tickled his, gulped all the love juice he could swallow
from the squishy cunt, then flicked and lashed at her clitoris with his
tongue.

   Joyce realized she could easily come that instant, told him so and
forced him to stop.  She wanted to make this lovemaking last; she didn't
want to come too soon, not yet.  Gasping slid back down over her brother's
chest, leaving a wet trail all the way down to Denny's engorged and pulsing
hard-on.  She gripped the stiff meat in her hand and used it for her own
pleasure then, rubbing the dribbling head back and forth against her erect
clit, cunt lips and ass hole.  She felt a near overwhelming desire to sit
down hard on the bone-hard prick that pressed at her rear entrance.  But
she decided it might not fit, even though she would like it up her bung
hole.  Besides, her brother's prick belonged in her vagina this first time,
she thought.

   Denny was getting desperate to fuck, Joyce could tell.  He had been
denied too long, and they had done practically everything else, and now he
needed more than anything to sink his flesh spear into his sister's
heavenly cunt hole, feel it probing high and hard into the depths of her.
After seeing her fuck their father that night, he knew that his prick was
slightly larger than his, and this thought excited him, for he would be
stabbing into areas of cunt-heat his father's organ had not been able to
reach.  True, he could not be the first with Joyce, but at least he would
have the satisfaction of fucking Joyce differently than any other male had
fucked her.  Yes, he was glad and proud that his prick was bigger than his
father's.

   Denny considered several positions, then decided he wanted to on top,
just as his father had been.  Yes, then Joyce would be forced to compare
and know who fucked the best!  He would drive hard into his sister's pussy,
with her legs high against his chest, just as father had done.

   He was lucky to have been taught fucking lessons by Norma, and he knew
he was far more experienced at fucking than Joyce, who had experienced just
the one fuck with their dad.  He had learned to fuck with the woman on top,
but he wanted his sister flat on her back, her snatch rising up to meet his
pelvis thrusts.  Somehow it seemed more male to be on top, pinning the
object of his lust--his sperm captive helpless beneath him--while he stuck
and fucked her hard and good for as long as he wanted.

   What was it that made a girl so clumsy-helpless-beautiful when she lay
with her legs apart?  Actually, they looked sort of ridiculous in that
position--all spread and graceless--as they got paid back for all the times
they had teased men.  Yes, girls had been teasing and tormenting him all
his life, sitting so primly with their knees so close together, permitting
just little glances or little "feels." And their tits!  Hell, they always
had their boobs half hanging out to drive men mad!

   But men could even the score once they got them flat on their backs with
the their legs apart.  Yeah, then you could really clutch their asses and
tweak their nipples and fuck them hard and steady and they couldn't get
away or tease you then!  Huh-uh.  That's when you fed it to them and
listened to them moan and finally got even for all the years of making you
wait with your balls aching while they flit-flitted around, making you so
horny you could rape them.

   But of course he loved his sister and he didn't really want to abuse her
or belittle her.  Still, there was maybe a trace of that feeling of
hostility there now as he turned his sister over onto her back and began
forcing entry into her steaming pussy an inch at a time.  Without haste,
savoring the hot wet hole, he guided his gristle-hunk slowly into the tight
aperture.  The intensity of his lust, his almost sadistic thoughts as he
slid his prick between his sister's legs, alarmed him a little.  He had
never before experienced such conflicting emotions simultaneously.  Then,
those feelings disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared, and he
felt nothing but love and infinite gentleness toward his sister, his
beautiful female, Joyce, his loving sister who was yielding at last.

   He held her legs high, making her look ridiculous, awkward, yet
strangely graceful.  "Joyce!  Joyce!" he gasped, fucking her now, fucking
the way his father had fucked her--but plunging deeper--and once again he
heard the same sounds and saw the same facial expressions he had observed
that awful night when he had become filled with hate and envy and despair
that his own father was fucking his own sister.

   But now she was calling: Denny!  Denny!  instead of daddy!  daddy!  He
hoped fucking him was not the same to her as fucking their father.  But,
no, he thought, that couldn't he.  I'm sinking deeper, fucking her harder
than dad fucked her.  Despite the hindrance of the rubber he wore, Joyce's
pussy felt slick, wet and hot.  But he envied what his father had described
as his "operation," for he yearned to shoot his come up into her twat, too,
just as father had done.  But he could not ...  he dare not come inside
her.

   The bedsprings squeaked m a beautiful and steady rhythm as he drove his
meat wedge harder and harder into his sister's cunt.  She wanted it hard,
because she kept telling him: "Harder, Denny ...  fuck me hard, hard!" And
pelvis met pelvis--clashing, crashing in furious frenzy, sex-crazed
abandon. Denny had his fists under her ass now, to raise her up higher so
he could stick her harder and deeper ...

   They had thought Denise as asleep, but suddenly she began pleading from
her own bed across the room.  "Please, you two!" she begged.  "Hurry up and
f-finish--or s-stop!  You're driving me crazy.  Hurry!  I'm shaking all
over and my pussy's dripping wet!"

   Denny loved the idea that his fucking was arousing still another female.
"Agh!  Agh!  Agh!" he rasped loudly to torment Denise.  He hoped she would
finger-fuck herself as he fucked his sister.  But the thought promptly fled
from his mind, for at that instant Joyce announced she was coming.  He had
been holding back, just as Norma had taught him, but now he drove savagely
and managed to let his load fly a few seconds later so that they reached
the heights together.  As he emitted huge, deep gasps he clasped his hand
over his sister's mouth to silence her ecstatic screams.  Then they lay
tightly clasped together for what seemed half an hour, murmuring promises
of lifetime devotion and love and talking about how good their first fuck
together had been.

   "We took an awful risk," Joyce said, finally.  "Dear-ling, don't you
think you'd better go to your own bed now?"

   He kissed her, pressing his new erection against her leg, but she said
they would fuck another time--to "call it quits" for tonight.  He could not
persuade her to fuck again, so he rose and collapsed into his own bed.

   After several minutes, Denny said, "Can't I come over and fuck you once
more?"

   "No, Denny," Joyce said in a strange voice.  "In fact, all of a sudden I
feel terrible.  I--I've been thinking maybe we should never do it again
together.  Do you understand?  I know it sounds awful, but--but think of
the c-consequences, Denny."

   "So what?" he said, remembering Joyce with their father.  "We got a good
thing ...  why give it up?" He wondered if she would turn down her father,
and anger surged through him.

   "I'm not sure, Denny.  I--I just know there is something terribly wrong
about our doing that.  I think I better wait and discuss it with you once
we're on our way back home.  Yes, on the plane ...  Yes, I'll talk to you
on the plane about it ...  "

   Denny pulled off the loose rubber that clung to his flaccid penis.  He
said nothing, and in a few minutes he fell fast asleep.

   From the moment the three of them awoke the next morning, Denise stuck
close to Denny.  Finally, in the back yard, Denny tired of her stalking him
like some kind of sexual prey.  He turned on her.

   "Hey, what the hell's gotten into you, Duchess?" he asked angrily.

   She winked.  "I want you to come to my bed tonight," she cooed.  "I
wanna show you something different--something you've never experienced
before."

   Denise simply stared at him, trying to conceal the lust she still felt
from listening to Denny's loud and passionate screwing.  Yes, she had
resolved to douse the fires of desire that raged within her own craving
body.  She had decided to initiate Denny in the art of anal sex, but she
gave no hint as to the nature of her lust.

   Denny just gawled at her blazing, green eyes, wondering what had gotten
into her--or not gotten into her!  How could he fool around with her in the
same bedroom with his sister--even if he wanted to fuck her?  Yes, The
Duchess had changed, for sure.  She had really dropped her phony,
sophisticated front.  Despite himself, throughout the rest of the day he
kept imagining sinking his meat into the cunt of his sexy-but-arrogant
step-sister.  "Different," she had promised.  He wondered what she meant by
different.  Maybe the planned to have Frederick in bed with them!  He could
not get Denise off his mind.  It would be another female conquest--three in
one vacation!  He loved Joyce, deeply and truly, but she had implied they
should never fuck again.  Didn't he have a right, then, to explore other
avenues of relief?  Yes, he decided.  It was his birthright--as a male.  He
had to chuckle at his own reasoning, but he knew he would like to fuck
Denise.

   Before dinner that evening, he informed Joyce of Denise's proposition,
testing her reaction.  To his amazement, she advised him to go ahead, and
she reaffirmed her own decision not to have sex with him again!  Again, she
promised to give him all her reasons once Walden Flats was behind them.

   Denny took Joyce at her word and, later that night, when the lights were
out and the house creaking silent, he stealthily tiptoed across the room to
Denise's bed.

   Denise quickly flung the covers aside.  "I've been waiting for you,
Denny," she said excitedly.  "Come on.  Climb in.  We belong together,
Denny," she whispered lustfully.  "Denny and Denise.  Yes, we belong
together.  I listened to you last night, and I'd guess you're a pretty good
fucker.  You're worthy of me, Denny.  Aren't you glad?"

   Denny cared nothing about his step-sister's arrogance at the moment. 
All he cared about were her tits, and her hot pussy that he could sink his
cock into.  To his joy, she seemed every bit as expert and horny as her
mother.  Already naked, Denise tugged at his under shorts until they were
off.  Then she began deftly rolling his dripping hard-on between her hands,
complimenting him on his "bee-yooo-tee-full prick." She was a terrific
French-kisser, her tongue nearly gagging him as she ran her fingers
ticklingly all over his cock and balls.  "Umm, a really neat prick," she
said.  "We're really going to have fun.  You can do anything you want to
me, but try to wait until I tell you what to do.  I know more about sex
than you, Denny."

   Soon, she flung her leg so that her heel rested on her hip, and as they
lay on their sides she directed his hand to her waiting cunt.  "Suck on my
nips for a while!" she commanded.  Even in bed Denise tended to be very
bossy, for she dictated the exact speed and pressure of his mouth on her
titties and his finger against her pussy.  He let her have her way, because
her hand on his prick felt too good.  Why argue?  he decided.

   "First, we'll sixty-nine," she said, "and then I want you to fuck me in
the ass," she instructed casually.  "Many of the boys I date back East like
to fuck that way and I know you'll find it gratifying, Denny.  Just trust
me, dear."

   Jesus, she's a sex technician!  Denny thought.  She had their bed
session all carefully planned out, with her in command.  Well, it would be
a different kind of sex trip, Denny decided.  "Uh--why not fuck you in the
cunt?" he inquired.  "You sore down there or something--from Frederick?"

   "Don't be silly!" she said.  "It's because I didn't bring my
contraceptive pills with me, that's all, and I don't want to get pregnant.
Anyway, you don't want to use an old rubber again, do you?  One of my
boyfriends, Jimbo, says fucking with a rubber's like trying to take a bath
with your underwear on."

   Denny had to laugh, despite the skilled massage on his cock and her twat
shoving against his probing finger.  "Yeah, that's sort of true, I guess,"
he said.

   "Listen, Denny," Denise whispered very softly, "I want us to make a lot
of noise.  Fuck noise.  Okay?  We don't have to scream and wake everyone up
or anything, but I want Joyce to hear us grunting and moaning, you know?  I
want her to feel all frustrated and left out--the way I felt last night
listening to you guys fucking.  Please?"

   She was a sickee all right, Denny thought, but then he welcomed her
getting up on top of him, so that her cunt was hovering over his face.  He
didn't care what she requested at this point.  He would do anything she
said--absolutely anything!

   She took his cock into her mouth then and began sucking skillfully,
greedily, taking those slurping, sucking sounds.  They were in sixty-nine
position and he slid a finger into her cunt as he licked her clit and
stared at her tight little ass hole that had accommodated so many young
males from the East.  Crazily, he wondered how it could still be so tight
looking.  She had a big snatch for a girl still in her teens, he thought,
comparing her with Norma.  Suddenly, sighing, she reached back and
indicated she wanted his thumb up her ass as they sixty-nined.  He
complied, and he now had a finger in each hole as he sucked her clit

   She kept repeating: "Good, Denny ...  nice ...  ummm ...  Yes, do it to
me everywhere, Denny!"

   Sometimes Denny got carried away with the feelings assaulting his prick,
as Denise licked and sucked, and he would momentarily cease working on her.
Then, she would practically shriek and force him to exert steady pressure.
He wondered what Joyce was thinking ...  if she was awake ...

   "Very well," Denise said after perhaps ten minutes of mutual genital
licking.  Now, Denny, I want you to fuck me in the ass--doggie-style. 
You're going to love it, Denny.  But be sure to stick your cock in nice and
slow.  You must remember that an ass hole isn't a pussy."

   Denny tried valiantly to get his cockhead into the tight ass hole. 
Finally, he got the head inside and it was smooth fucking.

   "Ahhhh!" Denise moaned.  "Purr-fect.  I love it up my ass.  Almost
better than anything.  Nice and tight, huh?  Boys love it when I grip their
pricks with my ass this way.  There ...  you like that?  Feel good, Denny?
Huh?  It drives boys out of their minds and I love it--half hurting and
half coming all the time."

   Denny had to admit that he did like it--almost as well as fucking a cunt
or getting sucked off.  Mainly, it was different.  He fucked that way,
holding her hips hard for leverage.  She wagged her ass back and forth fast
and hard, making the bedsprings squeak even louder than last night when
Denny had fucked his sister.  He began to slam his pelvis very hard against
the cushion of her ass cheeks, stabbing his hard-on as far as it would go
up into her innards.  Twice he even hurt her slightly and, to his surprise,
this pleased him.

   She was pressing her hand hard against her clit as he fucked her back
door, getting off that way while he banged her butt hole and listened to
her and listening to her monologue about how good it felt.

   Suddenly she squealed, "Okay, now blow your nuts ...  fire your wad,
baby ...  squirt your sperm fishies up my ass and let 'em swim!"

   She knew all the terms, it occurred to Denny--some he had never even
heard before--but her crude language turned him on.  Denny thought of
himself as a male stud then, giving this poor, desperate, horny female the
cock treatment she had to have.  Wheezing, gasping, he drove his prick like
a jackhammer into the velvet-soft channel, jolting her so that she fell
forward onto her face and lay gasping, taking everything he had to stick
her with.  Roughly, he held her that way, with the back of his hand hard
against the back of her neck and prick-stabbed her ass with every ounce of
his strength.  Yeah, The Duchess was pinned and helpless now, he realized.
Nothing superior about her now!  She was nothing but a drooling,
frothing-at-the-mouth female taking anything and everything he wanted to
deal out to her.  As he fucked, he was astounded at his own dormant
hostility that now surfaced in almost sadistic frenzy.  He was a sexual
madman, but he didn't care.

   Her orgasmic wail came then, and it was pitiful and delicious music to
his ears.  He jolted her, rocked her still harder, savoring her shuddering
sobs.  And then his sperm came tickling up from his balls and blasted into
her innards.  Grunting, he fell forward hard onto her then, still keeping
his prick up there in the heat of her.  He made his cock jiggle with his
muscles, making sure all his come drained from his rod.  Then he got up and
went to the bathroom to clean himself off.

   "You're really a splendid fucker," Denise complimented him when he
returned.  It's a pity you have to leave for San Francisco tomorrow.  We
could fuck maybe four or five times every day.

   Denny wasn't sure he would like a steady diet of anal sex, but he was
pleased that this older girl appreciated a true cocksman when she tangled
with one.  Swaggering a little, he returned to his own bed.

   CHAPTER 10

   It was the last day for Denny and Joyce in Walden Flats and the
September morning sun was already baking the lush, green landscape, the
shingles of the wood-frame house, the still waters of Landon.  Pond which
lay several miles to the south.  Martin Reardon sat reading the morning
paper at the breakfast table.  Norma, Denny, Joyce and Denise had just
finished eating.  A quiet sadness filled the dining room.  Their Oregon
vacation was over and nobody felt much like talking.

   Then, scowling at the Walden Flats Inquirer, Martin Reardon downed the
last of his coffee and said, "Well, they finally caught that freak who's
been molesting young girls around these parts.  Would-you believe it's Ben
Krump--Mrs.  Sherman's helper there at the pharmacy?  Now do you see why I
forbade you hitchhike?" He shook his head.  "Damned good thing you had
bicycles to ride!  That sex-crazed ex-con was doing all sorts of perverse
things to his innocent victims.  I say they should lock him up for life. 
Turns out he has quite a record."

   Denny and Joyce exchanged meaningful glances.  Denny knew his sister
felt intense pity for this strange man.  She had told him so when she had
finally confessed the entire incident to him.  He watched his sister's
facial expression as she learned that this "sex criminal" would no doubt
spend the rest of his life behind bars.  Yes, she seemed on the verge of
tears, Denny noticed.

   Martin Reardon stood up abruptly, glancing at his watch.  "I've decided
to make something of a farewell speech," he said, rather pompously.  "I
wonder if you'd mind--all of you--stepping into the living room with me for
a moment." He strode into the living room, not waiting for an answer, and
the four of them got up and followed.  Even the dog, Frederick, filed into
the big room.

   Martin Reardon waited until they were all seated (Frederick lay down in
the corner), and then he paced, as if trying to gather his thoughts.  There
stands a chiropractor who has fucked his step-daughter and daughter, Denny
thought.  What would the local newspaper say about that?

   I want to inform you all--without getting too specific--that I realize I
have performed rather ungentle-manly of late.  And so--I have made a
decision to give up the imbibing of alcoholic beverages indefinitely."

   Martin Reardon opened his mouth to continue, but he was interrupted by
whistles and cheers.

   He looked astonished.  "I can readily see that there is no objection to
my decision." He studied Denny and Joyce, who were suppressing giggles,
then frowned as he stared down at the floor.  "Yes, I now realize that I
have behaved in a most improper manner.  I have set a most despicable
example in every way.  Son, daughter, wife, step-daughter--all of you--I
beg your forgiveness.  I pledge never to abuse alcohol again and, most
important, I promise understanding and consideration to my blessed wife,
Norma."

   Denny blinked, deadly serious now.  He could see that his father was
weeping with restraint.  "I would change what has occurred in this house
these past few months if I could, but alas that is not possible.  I can
only assure you that the man standing before you at this crucial moment
intends, with all his heart, to become a credit to his community, his
family, his patients.  Can you possibly forgive me?"

   Everyone nodded except Frederick, who sighed as if bored.

   "But I believe it is time for all of us to examine our consciences and
reappraise our actions during this past summer."

   Denny wished his father would hurry up and finish his speech.  What he
was doing was admirable, of course, but Denny felt the same way he felt
when watching a corny TV show or listening to a heavy sermon in church. 
There was a spooky silence in the room and Denny began to fidget.  Joyce
squirmed, too, and Denise seemed to be faintly amused.

   "None of us is perfect or altogether free of guilt ...  " their father
was saying.

   Still embarrassed, Denny realized there was certainly enough guilt for
an army in this very room.  He, himself, had fucked every female in the
house--all of them relatives--and so had his father!  Then, there was the
incident of Denise with Frederick, plus various sex games with Rex, Sue,
Ray.  Actually, their father was hitting too close to home, and Denny
wished he would shut up and stop heaping guilt on everybody in the house.
The confessor was benefitting, but the listeners were squirming most
uncomfortably.

   ..  and so it is necessary for all of us to forgive not only each other
for our shortcomings, but ourselves as well.  We learn by living, you see,
and I want to go on record as saying that these past few months have
provided me with the most valuable lesson of my life."

   Like fucking my sister, Denny thought.  A terrific lesson ...  he hoped
his father didn't confess to screwing the dog!

   "That's all I have to say.  I thank you deeply for listening to
this--this derelict standing before you.  Now we must depart for the
airport to put my beloved daughter and son on board for their return to San
Francisco and their mother."

   He stood humbly waiting then for everyone's response.  Despite himself,
Denny was moved and he joined the others in surrounding their father,
kissing him, hugging him and congratulating him on his decision and
frankness.  Although Denny harbored secret doubts that his father truly
intended to give up drinking booze altogether, it was good to know that at
least he admitted he had a problem.  Yes, that was something, and Denny
hugged his father and shook hands with him warmly.

   Within twenty minutes, all five of them were riding in Martin Reardon's
pick-up truck, heading for the airport in Portland.  As they passed through
Walden Flats' main street for the last time that summer, Denny and Joyce
gazed sadly and lingeringly at the stores and shops, the movie theater, the
Town Square, the winding rural road that led to Landon Pond.

   They left the small town then, along with the memories of their
playmates, and swung onto the freeway.  At Portland airport, there were
hugs and kisses and promises to write often.  With her back to the others,
Norma gave Denny a quick French kiss goodbye, then winked at him and
whispered.  "I trust you learned a lot, little man.  But wait'll next
year!"

   Denny liked Norma.  Not only could you fuck her ...  you could actually
talk to her and have fun with her.  She'd taught him plenty.  She had tears
in her eyes.

   Denny and Joyce boarded the big jet and soon they were airborne, their
seat belts unfastened and staring at the Oregon landscape below.

   "Jesus!" Denny said.  "Dad should have been an orator instead of a
chiropractor.  Long-winded as hell and I wouldn't bet he won't get stoned
out of his gourd tonight!" He shook his head.  "Still, I guess I respect
him more than I did at the first of our vacation."

   "Yeah, I guess he did get pretty long-winded," Joyce said seriously. 
"But what he said was all--well, true, huh?"

   "Speaking of long-winded," Denny said, "I guess it's time for you to
make a speech, too.  What was it you were going to say to me once we got on
the plane?"

   "Oh, yes," she said, nodding, "that.  Well, it's about our relationship,
Denny.  Our physical relationship.  Knowing what we said and did this
summer, you realize we have to knock off that kind of brother-sister
diddling from now on, right?"

   "What the hell you talking about, sis?" Denny replied, stunned.  "You
mean there's something wrong with fooling around with pricks and cunts? 
Bullshit!  You and I are gonna be a team--maybe for our whole lifetimes!"

   "Huh-uh," Joyce said.  "That's all over--from now on we're Mister and
Mrs.  Pure.  Use your head, Denny.  You know it couldn't go on.  Admit it?"


   "No, I won't admit it.  We love each other and we like fooling around
with each other.  If you don't get pregnant, what difference does it make?
Admit you liked fucking with me, come on."

   "I liked it too much, Denny," Joyce said.  "And that's the problem. 
See, you have to understand that in this society it's a very big no-no. 
Next to murder, it's maybe the biggest no-no.  It's a--a taboo.  Incest is
a taboo."

   "Taboo, schmoo," Denny said.  He reached over and grabbed her tit, but
she shoved his hand away.  "I wish you'd get all these crazy new ideas out
of your head," Denny said.  "And I wish you'd stop trying to sound so
scholarly.  Shit, you sound worse than dad."

   "Sorry, but I decided to break it off between us right after our
first--uh--fuck," Joyce said.  "Why do you think I flirted with other boys
when I was in love with you?"

   "What do you mean 'was in love' with me?  You don't dig me anymore?"

   "Yes, I love you as a brother--but not as a lover.  I love you as much
as always, but in a different way.  Don't you see?  We can't spend the rest
of our lives hiding, pretending, lying.  How could we ever get married? 
You want to have kooky lads and spend the rest of your life hiding out? 
No, it's best to nip it in the bud."

   Denny reached over and stuck his hand up her dress.  "You mean nip it in
the clit, don't you?"

   She slapped his hand.  "Stop that, you idiot!  Somebody'll see us."

   "Nothing to worry about," Denny said.  "I can have an operation, just
like dad.  Then we wouldn't have to worry about having kids." Denny paused
then, realizing what he had dropped.

   "So you know about Daddy's operation," she said, staring at him
suspiciously.  "When did you find out?"

   Denny studied his sister, searching the quizzical, indecisive expression
on her face.  Did she guess he had spied on her and their father when they
had fucked there in the living room that night?  It was a crucial moment,
he knew.  Until recently they had always kept their special agreement--told
the truth to each other about everything.  Would she lie to him, as he had
lied to her?  Or would she tell the truth?

   "You tell me?" Denny said, finally.  "How do you know about dad's
operation?"

   She turned her head then, as if fearing he might detect the lie in her
eyes.  "H-He told me about the operation," she lied.  "He told me one
afternoon--uh-- when you were outside."

   Denny decided to lie right back.  "O.K.  then." he said.  "Dad told me,
too--one afternoon when you were outside." For some reason, Denny felt a
great surge of relief.  If Joyce had told him about fucking their father,
then he would have felt compelled to tell her about fucking Norma.  And he
had promised Norma he wouldn't tell.  Indeed, they had both grown up ... 
the childish and impossible promise--the agreement-had at last been broken.


   Joyce seemed to understand the significance of the moment, too.  "Yes,"
she uttered softly, "I guess father would not tell one without telling the
other, would he?"

   "True," Denny replied, but he understood that both of them were
remembering that night when their father had fucked Joyce there on the
living room couch while, heartbroken, he had watched from outside.  "Yes,
that's true."

   "So I thought it was time to tell you of my decision, Denny.  Naturally,
I didn't want to tell you in Walden Flats.  I--I thought it might ruin the
vacation for you--which is why I waited till we were on the plane."

   And then she hurled herself in his arms, sobbing.  "We'll be in our own
rooms again in San Francisco ...  and we'll be normal, just like other
kids, and you'll have your own girlfriends and I'll have my own boyfriends.
Oh, Denny!" She couldn't restrain the deep sobs that wracked her body. 
"I--I nearly died when I heard you with that pig, Denise, last night.  I
wanted you so much, and I--I was insane with jealousy.  Doesn't that tell
you why we have to put an end to behaving like a--a man and wife?"

   Her head lay against his shoulder as she cried.  It seemed a long time
before she lifted her head and spoke in a normal voice again.  "In San
Francisco it's going to be entirely different.  You do understand that,
don't you?  I--I just want to make that point emphatically again." She
sniffed.  "You do understand?"

   "O.K.," Denny said.  "Let's say I understand."

   His sister was still staring at him, as if she might burst into tears.
"Denny, I'm going back to the bathroom now to wash my face, and when I come
back I don't want to talk about this anymore.  Is that clear?"

   She stood hurriedly, then side-stepped by him from her window seat.  Her
hand was at her face and her chest heaved.

   Denny watched men's heads turn to admire his sister as she made her way
down the aisle toward the ladies' room.  He admired the swing of her hips,
her beautiful body, and he thought: She's going to make someone a beautiful
wife someday.  But he was not sure that being back in San Francisco would
change the direction their lives had taken.  Not at all sure.  They would
just have to wait and see.  And for just a moment, he thought he might
burst into tears, too.
   THE END