Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

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?"