Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

"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.

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.