Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

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.