Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

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!"