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Family Night
Chapter 2
Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his
mother had returned home from her honeymoon. Ever since that
first terrible night, he had been unable to stay anywhere near the
living room at night. Even so, during the week that had passed,
he had discovered that grownups did not confine their lovemaking
to night time. Over the weekend when Don was home from his job as
a surveyor in Marin County, both he and MaryAnn had been startled
... while they were having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in
the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of their mother's
sexual arousal ... emanating from behind the closed bedroom door.
He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since
that first night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other,
and each recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored
in the other's eyes. A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted
instantly between them.
Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and
they'd gone bike riding until quite late that evening. Neither
one of them saying a word to the other about what was uppermost on
their minds.
But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly
upset, the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that
afternoon straight from school, but had not yet returned home.
Worried, Rick mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged
her shoulders and replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off
for a soda the way she usually did after the movies.
He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she
seemed to be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she
paid little attention to either of them any more. Every other
word out of her mouth was Don this and Don that. He couldn't
stand it! Slamming the door to his room behind him, he raced to
his bed, and threw himself upon it, sobbing loudly. He was sure
that MaryAnn was out doing it with some boy. Hadn't she said she
had done it once? Why wouldn't she do it again then? Each night
he had thought more deeply about her compelling confession, and
each night he'd grown more curious about it. Alone in his bed
with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head, he'd
had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in
his hands. And the more vivid his imagination became, the more
pleasure he found there was to be had in his solitary activity.
Sometimes he would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister
without any clothes on ... but it was difficult. He knew that her
breasts were already growing big like a woman's but it was clear
from the way she filled out her dresses and blouses that she was
not yet as big as Mother. He wondered if one day she would be!
As for the way the rest of her looked, he knew that she had
admirably long legs, and graceful calves and ankles. Her hips
were slender, almost as slender as his, only her little behind was
more full and curvy. And between her legs ... well that was the
hardest part to imagine. He knew that there was hair. All the
boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of
some sort. But what else?
He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis,
and at first he'd thought that there was something wrong ... that
men weren't supposed to have any. But later he'd seen some older
boys in the swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding
their adolescent groins.
Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored
hair, unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them
that they resembled their father to a tee ... but they'd only seen
one fading picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd
both been too young when his plane went down to remember anything
about him.
Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the
only thing that kept him going. The days were getting harder and
harder as his resentment grew of his new father and his mother.
He'd overheard them talking once ... his ears had perked up when
he realized they were talking about him and MaryAnn.
"They'll get used to you, Don," his mother had said, in an
assuring tone of voice. "Give them a little time. They'll
adjust!"
He'd felt like screaming out ... "NO, I'll never adjust ...
never! And neither will MaryAnn!" He knew that MaryAnn felt the
way he did, but he didn't know any of the details of her thinking.
He was really afraid to ask her ... and in a way he thought, they
were both hoping it all might go away if they tried to ignore it.
Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his
favorite things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer. His tears
gradually abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him. The
tree fringed window of his room admitted a dusky twilight. It was
another beautiful California summer evening. He could see his
baseball bat lying in the corner, his mitt, and lined up against
the wall, the track trophies he'd earned last year. Somewhere in
the house a door slammed, and Rick's ears strained to hear if it
was his sister, or just Don, returning late from work. The sound
of his mother's laughter echoing through the house told him it was
his new stepfather. WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAY? Was she right at this
very moment spreading her legs ... that was the way he'd heard it
was done ... and was some boy (WHO?) putting his thing between
them? Was she crying out the way Mother did all the time? He
began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his long
legs out behind him. His penis was once again hard and stiff
between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the
mattress of his bed. By moving ever so slightly he would create
greater sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and
grinding his entire pelvis into the bed. Beneath him, the
impersonal mattress took on new forms and shapes, and soon he
could actually feel his sister writhing nakedly beneath him. She
was calling his name, her arms holding him tight, as she raised
her lips to kiss him, and he was loving it, loving her, feeling
his cock upon her, feeling her tongue, her breasts beneath his
chest. The fuzzy area between her legs was rubbing against his
heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute. His sister, too,
was going to cum. She was screaming and carrying on just like
mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!
"NNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into
the pillow ... "OH MARYANN ... OOOOOOOOONNNNNNGH!"
His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from
his corporeal body. It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it
was there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it
came spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year-
old cock, spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up
fever in his balls.
"OH Jesus," he sighed, "Oh God, it's good!"
He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in
between his legs ... and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone
had entered his room and turned on the light!
"MaryAnn!" he cried, staring at her in disbelief. "What are
you doing here?"
"I thought I heard you call my name," she said. "I was right
next door in my room. You seemed to be making quite a racket in
here ... What are you doing?" She looked around the room
suspiciously, and then back at her younger brother's face. Her
gaze drifted idly downward toward his stained and still bulging
trousers. Embarrassed, she turned her eyes away and Rick moved
quickly toward the bathroom that connected their rooms.
"I've been in my room for hours," she called after him.
"Came in through the window ... I can't stand going through the
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house anymore ... it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I
mean. Besides, Mom could care less where I am!"
She heard the sound of running water coming from the
bathroom, and not knowing whether Rick had heard her or not,
decided to remain silently until he came out. After a few
seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky boy, big for his age,
wearing his terry wrap-around. MaryAnn tried to keep from looking
toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to see if he was
still big down there.
"Was the movie any good?" Rick asked, noting her eyes
lingering just below his belt line. He tried to appear nonchalant
as he moved away toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and
weak, and he knew that MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was
nervous.
"Oh the usual," she replied, not going into detail about the
X rating movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID
card. She usually tried to go at least once a week, considering
it an essential part of her education, and today's movie had been
a humdinger. There had been detailed close-ups of everything, and
she'd found it all particularly interesting in the light of recent
developments at home.
Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what
Antoine, the hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the
swimming pool of her estate. But right now she was wondering just
what her brother had been up to, and why he had called her name if
he'd thought she wasn't there!
She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new
discovery. She decided to wait a while before telling him how
she'd been passing her mother's bedroom window had discovered that
one could see perfectly clearly into the room ... right through
the sheer curtains. She'd realized at the time that her mother
would have no reason to pull down the shades since there were no
neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no one was in the narrow
area behind their house. It was a narrow alleyway, and nothing
grew there but weeds, and behind that a large wooden fence divided
their property from the vacant lot next door.
The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized
lot in the dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out
away from the city towards the airport. Even though the area had
originally been designated as middle income, the property had been
rapidly deteriorating around them since they'd been living there
and MaryAnn had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would
move to a more desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he
usually worked, and where they would not have to listen to the
sounds of the jets overhead night and day, or hear the whooshing
traffic from the highway.
MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair
and picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her
long straight hair. She was thinking about how much she hated the
house, and although she was not really too fond of Don thus far,
she nevertheless hoped that his promise that they would move would
turn out to be a reality. She knew that in other, higher class
houses you could not hear through the doors and walls, and she
visualized this one fact as a possibility that all of their lives
might one day return to normal.
But what normal meant, she was no longer sure. Normal was
supposed to be having both a mother and a father. The mother
stays home and takes care of the house and children while the
father goes out to work. She was glad that her mother no longer
had to go and sit typing in an office in the city every day,
returning home late each night pale and haggard, but somehow now
that she was home when she and Rick returned from school, it was
more of an annoyance than anything else. She was almost like a
stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles,
constantly rearranging the living room furniture ... experimenting
with weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well. When
they got home she'd most often be bustling nervously about the
kitchen, on the verge of tears because she'd misgauged still
another Julia Child recipe, and Don's dinner was not going to be
what she had hoped.
Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under
control, they would see her rush into the bedroom to change into
one of her new outfits before Don got home. She'd return, flushed
and made up, looking beautiful but a little out of place in the
Early American style living room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous
chiffon, or see-through culottes that started at her navel, topped
with a light revealing blouse.
"It's funny," MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long
silence between her and her brother, "how we were so glad in the
beginning that Mom was going to get married ... and now it's
turned out to be so awful!" She continued absentmindedly combing
her hair, unaware of her brother's curious looks from the bed.
"Yeah," he replied. He was watching the curve of his
sister's young breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm
in the easy combing motion. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra,
because he could see the firm round protrusion of her nipples,
tight and small, pressing against the white cotton fabric of her
clothing.
"Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?"
MaryAnn suddenly asked. She hadn't intended to, but somehow it
had just slipped out. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer.
What good was a secret anyway if you didn't tell someone?
Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention
beneath the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap-around. What did
she mean by that? His eyes never left the button-like tips of his
sister's breasts as his mind began rapidly working.
"Sure," he replied casually. "Why not?"
Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he
wondered, mentally running through the boys he knew were in her
class at school. Technically, he knew that she was not yet
allowed to go out on dates alone ... only group gatherings. But
knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she could have easily gotten around
that. Oh, she was full of surprises, his older sister!
"Well, I haven't tried it yet," MaryAnn continued, at last
replacing the comb to her brother's desk. "But ..." she stood up,
and Rick saw that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught
between her thighs. He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled
down the fabric. How did it feel there between her young,
luscious white thighs when the material got bunched up there? he
wondered. It must feel good, he thought, trying to put himself in
her place.
"But ..." MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, "tonight
we can go see for ourselves!"
"Go see ... but where? What do you mean!?"
"Out back!" MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture
toward the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not
understanding immediately. "You can see right in their window!"
she finally added, seeing that her little brother's face did not
yet appear enlightened.
"B ... bbb... should ... I mean ... do you think we ought
...?"
"Well," MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in
her mind, "we can hear everything, can't we? What's the
difference if we see it too?"
* * *
There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when
MaryAnn entered Rick's room through the bathroom. They were
usually not in the habit of knocking before entering each other's
rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn tapped lightly before entering. She
was very excited about what they were going to do, but decided to
hide as much of her nervousness as possible from her brother. She
had never for a moment faltered in her determination to spy on Don
and her mother. It served them right! But she knew that Rick was
not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing as she was.
Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.
She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers ... (for climbing)
and one of her favorite sweatshirts. Rick was sitting up in bed,
also fully clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis.
It had only been an hour since MaryAnn had left his room,
promising to return at the right moment for their adventure, but
it had seemed like ages to him. The waiting had been sheer
torture, and he'd found himself hoping that his sister would
change her mind about the whole thing! It just seemed too daring
... and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see them!
How would he react? He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in
front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of
her good graces.
But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised.
She told him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their
mother ate a late supper. They'd had lots of wine, and after
dinner drinks, she confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out
all the lights in the house and gone into the bedroom. Now was
the time to go out back, and there wasn't a second to lose!
Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their
intimate supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be
tied. Feeling feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his
sister out his window, jumping softly to the ground beside her on
the outside. The sweet scent of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as
they made their way around the other side of the house where they
could already see a yellow patch of light shining from their
mother's bedroom.
When each of them had finally reached the window, and were
standing directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in. She
saw her mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed
in the lamplight from the dresser. MaryAnn's heart skipped a
beat, and she drew her brother closer so he could see. Just a few
feet away lay their beautiful, young mother, completely nude,
stretched out on the bed. They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed
as they saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally
composed angelic features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The
children might not have recognized her if they didn't know better!
Don was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely
apart on the bed, and he was running his lips moistly up and down
her exquisitely proportioned body. They could see wet traces
along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had lovingly passed.
Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high
and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to move
downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering
belly. Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then
down toward her inner thighs. Laura writhed beneath his caresses
with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy
colored hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft
glistening pussy.
Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window
pane for dear life. MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the
pressure she was exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in
order to see in the window. Beside her she heard her brother's
breath coming in harsh gasps. She could not move. She wanted to
run away screaming, but she could not. It wasn't a movie she was
watching now ... it was real life! It was her mother and new
father! She tried to blot out the lewd sight before her, but
couldn't. She had to watch. She was hypnotized by this obscene
performance, yet she knew she ought to leave ... and her younger
brother ... what must Rick be thinking? She wished desperately
that she had never proposed this horrid idea. But it was too late
now! She remained glued to the spot.
Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips. The nude body of
his mother was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory.
Never again would he have trouble imagining a woman's body! His
mother was absolutely beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly
at the enchanting figure spread out on the bed before him. It was
like watching some strange pagan ritual in the adventure stories
he read ... where they sacrificed the beautiful woman on an altar.
Only this was of course different. His mother's torment, he knew
was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her pained expression ...
and somehow even though he felt a distinct feeling of hatred
toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from these feelings
and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her rapture.
Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void. Now
Don positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within
moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Laura's belly
rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as
Don's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping
below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.
MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each
other, as they watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of
their mother's moistly shining cunt. The soft and cushiony hair-
lined flesh spread slowly apart, exposing the moist coral pink
interior of their mother's sensitive pussy, from the small budding
nib of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her seeping
vagina.
Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between
them, when their stepfather's head dropped down and his long
pushing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub
of nerves at the very top of their mother's warm wet cunt.
Laura's whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this
searing contact at her most vulnerable place. Her long legs
flexed upward and she clamped them together around her husband's
head, letting the soft inner flesh of her full thighs imprison his
face in a soft trap. Her hips started a slow up-and-down motion
to meet his flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her
parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a
startling fit of sexual agony.
MaryAnn's mouth dropped open. Never in her fourteen years
had she even dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that
been hinted at thus far in any of the movies she had seen. She
became more and more disturbed as she watched her mother's body
twisting lewdly beneath the prolonged sucking down between her
widespread legs. The whole scene took on an aura of unreality,
and although she knew that she and her brother were there ...
standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed to lose all sense
of time and space, as weird images danced in her head and strange
sensations traversed her youthful body. For some reason, she
began to identify with her mother ... hadn't they been so close
for so many years ...? Right up until the time she had met and
decided to marry Don? Everything that was happening to her mother
seemed, mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were
connected to her mother by an invisible bond.
Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically
against her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming
underneath Don's lewdly positioned tongue. She seemed to feel in
her own untested pussy, the same nerve shattering lickings that
her mother was experiencing.
Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-
old mind and body seething with desire. His sister's warmth
inflamed him and as she pushed softly against him, his penis rose
slowly in his pants, and he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his
body touched hers. Almost without thinking, he moved a little bit
behind her, still watching the depraved bedroom scene over her
shoulder ... for although he was younger, he was already taller
than MaryAnn. He could feel the length of his sister's back
against his body, the soft bulge of her firm round young buttocks
pushing against his hardening penis. He rubbed up against her,
letting the hard rod press between her dungaree clad thighs from
behind. When she did not move to stop him, he continued, too lust
ridden by now to stop. His arms went around her waist, and he
pulled her a little backwards toward his young lean body. He felt
a shiver pass through her body, and encouraged, he boldly passed
his hand upward toward her breasts, cupping them and squeezing
them and holding them hard beneath his trembling fingers.
Surprisingly, MaryAnn squirmed backwards, smashing her small
pliant buttocks against his cock with a hard urgent motion. He
heard her gasp as the full stiffness of his cock jerked against
her.
MaryAnn felt she was in a dream. The imperative messages of
pleasure she was getting from her body were impossible to ignore.
Her brother's touches had only seemed the fulfillment of her
subconscious wishes ... and now all remnants of her earlier desire
to run away had faded. Impulsively, she turned from the window
and threw her arms around her brother's neck, pulling him toward
her trembling body, as she sought out his moist and frightened
lips. They kissed passionately, each feeling that the other
represented at once salvation and downfall.
Tears were streaming down both their faces, as they clung
helplessly together, feeling the tingling sparks fly between them,
as their young bodies pressed hard into each other.
"Oh, Rick! Oh, Rick," she cried softly, kissing his cheek.
She could feel his young cock pulsing harder against her belly now
and she felt a little faint.
"MaryAnn ..." Rick replied, his voice a tremulous whisper.
He could hardly believe that his dream was coming true. "Let's
get down on the grass!"
In the softness of the summer night the two young children
lowered themselves slowly to the slightly moist earth below the
bedroom window ... no longer interested in the events taking place
between their mother and her new, virile husband, they found a new
interest ... themselves. At first they lay for a long while
hugging side by side, and then listening to the sounds from the
window above them, they began once more to fondle each other.
Tentatively and inexpertly, Rick insinuated his fingers beneath
his sister's blouse, feeling her warm skin naked to his touch.
Her breasts slid beneath his hand, soft, high mountains of young
flesh that trembled at his investigation. MaryAnn sighed, and he
heard her say ... "Oh, Rick we mustn't ... we really mustn't!"
"I know," Rick answered, nudging his swollen groin into her
gently rounded hip. "I know!" But still he continued, and then
imitating what he had just seen, he lowered his mouth to kiss his
sister's still growing breasts.
Her whole body seemed to gyrate as he took the pointed little
nipples into his mouth. Hungrily, he sucked upon them, one at a
time, until they became like sharp, little points in his mouth.
"Oh Rick," she sighed over and over "... oooooh ... no!"
And, then, later, "We can't do this here ... we just can't!"
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