## Chapter Two Undetected Metal

Paul pitched the used condom farther into the bushes and leaned down. An area about the size of a quarter, with a mirror-like surface was partially exposed in the soft dirt. Paul flipped the switch on the metal detector and passed the head over the object. The needle never moved. He heard no beep in the headphones. After three more passes over the spot of metal he toggled the power switch and removed the headphones. Laying down the metal detector and picking up the spade he carefully cleared the dirt from around the exposed metal.

Careful removal of the dirt exposed the top of a spherical metal object. Paul thought, “Probably and old car bumper.” After digging more dirt from around the object Paul could push his fingers under the bottom. A metal ball, about six inches in diameter, popped free from the ground and rolled over to the base of a bush. Paul picked it up and rolled it around in his hands. It wasn’t heavy enough to be solid. Paul looked for a seam or some mechanism for opening it, but the surface lacked any imperfection indicating a seam.

Paul thought, “Could something else be buried here?” He started digging around the crater left by the ball. Thirty minutes of digging yielded no other finds. Paul stowed the ball in his backpack, picked up his seemingly worthless metal detector and headed home.

As Paul entered the back door of his home he saw his mother leaning over the stove stirring in a large pot. She looked up at him. “Find anything with your present, Paul?”

He almost said yes, but at the last minute answered her literally.

“No mom, only an old rusty nail.” Well, the metal detector didn’t find the ball.

“Supper’s in thirty minutes.”

“OK, I’ll be ready, mom.” He headed up the stairs to his room passing the open door to his parent’s room before heading up the stairs. Passing his younger sister’s room, Connie’s CD player blared Brittany’s latest efforts, he opened his door and quickly closed it behind him.

He unzipped the backpack and pulled out the ball. Bouncing it in his hand he thought, The surface of the ball was seamlessly smooth. His room looked at him in the highly polished surface. He stared at his enlarged nose as he turned the ball looking for any break in the surface. It was perfectly smooth.

Two quick raps at his door and Connie popped in.

“Connie, two knocks and coming in is not enough.”

“What ya got?” Connie reached out for the ball. She knocked it out of Paul’s hand and it rolled under the bed.

“Jez, Connie, can’t you slow down for a minute?” He knelt down and looked under the bed. The ball came to rest on top of a rather crusty pair of underwear. “Oh, shit,” he thought. I forgot about tossing his cum soaked underwear under the bed. He grabbed the ball and stood up.

“Well, Paul, what is it?”

“I don’t know. I found it buried in the woods just off the path in the back of Simpson Park. I think it’s hollow, but I can’t see a way to open it. I’ve twisted and turned it, but it doesn’t open?”

She took the ball from him. “Have you tried squeezing it?” She raised her elbows to align her arms and started to push very hard. During Connie’s straining Paul couldn’t help but notice her lack of a bra. Her nipples pushed out as strongly as she squeezed the ball. She suddenly released the pressure expecting the ball to pop open. It didn’t.

“Well shit,” Connie said and laid the ball on Paul’s desk. She leaned over it and shouted, “Well open damn it!”

The ball slowly rose from the tabletop. Paul looked under the ball and saw four small legs had extended and lifted the ball about two inches off the desk. A dark line appeared around the ball’s center, parallel to the floor, and the top of the ball rose above the bottom. As the top rose, it split in the center and the two quarters separated. Opening like a silver flower the top sections stopped exposing the contents.

“Wow!” Connie gasped. Paul stared at the interior of the sphere. Atop a small column lay a gold ring. The column was surrounded by a moat of silver rings. Connie concluded, “It’s a jewelry box.”

“I don’t think so. It’s got to be more than that,”

Paul reached in and picked up the gold ring. “I mean, unless you’re some kind of mutant with twenty fingers why would you have so many identical rings.” He slipped the ring on his finger and looked at it. It was a simple gold band with a faint inscription in what looked like some sort of ancient script.

Connie reached in and picked out two of the silver rings and held them together. “These look just the same.” She put one on her finger. She looked at it. “It looks sort of plain, but I like the feel on my finger. Can I keep it?”

“I don’t know Connie. I mean these could be valuable.”

“So what it’s yours now. You found it, and I promise I won’t lose it.”

“It’s not very attractive. I look a bit plain.”

“I like it, I’m not sure why, but I feels good on my finger.”

“Well, I guess. Just try not to lose it.”

“Paul, I would never lose something of yours. I will keep in on always,” She looked up at him with a smile and a wink. Weird.

“Dinner!” Their mother yelled up the stairs at them.

As Paul was leaving Connie returned to his bed and bent down picking up the cum-stained underwear. “These should be in the hamper. There. Now let’s go eat.” _______________________________________

Paul walked into the kitchen and his mother said, “Would you set the table?” handing him the silverware.

“Here, let me help you,” Connie said as she set the last of the glasses on the table.

“Uh, Ok,” he said as he handed half the collection to her, and thinking she had never offered to help him set the table before.

He finished laying the last fork and as Connie laid her last knife beside him on the other side of the table. He noticed she was humming.

“You must have had a good day today.”

“Oh, about the same, but I just feel good today,” She smiled at him and winked. Paul thought, my sister, who usually has nothing good to say to me just winked at me, again. We’re now up to too weird.

“Mom, have you heard from Pam lately,” Connie asked her mom.

“She sent me an email this morning. She said that her classes where going well and she was going out on a date Friday night with this young man in her chemistry lab.”

“Cool.”

As her mother set the spaghetti and meatballs on the table their father came in from outside. His shirt was slightly damp from washing his car. Paul’s father, Greg Davis, liked his cars clean and shiny.

He filled in the last chair, picked up the bowl of spaghetti, and passed it to his wife. He looked at Paul, “So did you get a chance to try out the birthday present?”

“Yes. I went in the woods behind Simpson Park and tried to find something in the grass by the path.”

“Find anything.”

“Yeah, a rusty old nail.”

“May be you could sell it on EBay.”

“I could if I had kept it. I thought I had found some treasure, so when I saw it was a nail I threw it away. I did find something interesting. I found a metal ball half buried in the ground. I brought it home and Connie and I managed to get it open.”

“What was in it?” his mother asked.

“We found one gold one and maybe twenty silver ones inside.” He held up his hand to show the gold ring. Connie showed them the silver one.”

His father looked at it and laughed, “Make sure you wear it on your right hand. You don’t want all the girls at school to think you’re married. You’ll never get a date.

Their mother said, “Are you sure you should be wearing them? I mean they could have come from anywhere.”

“Mom, they were very clean,” Connie said, “and it feels very good on my finger. You should try one mom.”

Their father looked at them and said, “Paul’s might be worth something, some simple gold bands like these are valuable, but Connie’s looks like it’s made of zinc or aluminum, or something like that. Was there any identifying information on the ball or inside it?”

“Not that I could find.” Paul replied.

“Though I think the gold one would look good on Connie. It would match her hair nicely,” their mother said.

Connie looked at her mother and rather firmly said, “Mom, Paul deserves the gold ring. I am very happy to wear a silver ring for him.”

Her mother took on a puzzled look and said, “Ok,” and changed the subject to who had homework tonight. ________________________________________

Paul opened his school back pack, pulled out his books and started working on this homework. He usually had to help clear the table and do the dishes, but had Connie came up and whispered in his ear, “I’ll get this. You go up and start your homework.” So Paul started working his way through the pile assigned over the weekend. He had worked his way through Algebra, History, and English Lit when he heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in.”

His mother pushed to door open with a laundry basket. She crossed over to his dresser, and began filing the laundry. After shutting the bottom drawer she came over and sat on Paul’s bed. “Where is this ball you found?”

Paul opened the bottom drawer of his desk and handed her the ball. She turned it over and said, “It’s so . . . perfect. How do you open it?”

“I must admit Connie figured this out.” He set the ball on the desk leaned toward it and barked, “Open!” Down came the little legs. He thought, funny how we always manage to set it down with the legs downward. The top split open and his mother leaned over to look inside.

“Paul this looks like a very expensive. Someone could be looking for this.”

“Mom, I don’t know how I would start looking for the owner. I can’t run an ad in the paper. What would I say I found?”

She reached inside and picked up one of the silver rings. She held it up to the light looking for fine details. She slipped on her finder next to her wedding ring. “Can I have this?”

“Sure mom.”

“I think it looks very nice. Well, thank you dear.” She stood up, picked up her empty laundry basket, and went to the door. She stopped and said, “I’ll come back up and tuck you in later dear.” She closed the door.

“Tuck me in?” He thought to himself. It’s been years since she tucked him in. Weirdness piled on weirdness.

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He went downstairs to watch television before going to bed. His parents and Connie were watching Trading Spaces. Not a show he liked, but he grabbed a Coke and sat down on the other end of the couch from his sister. Just past his sister’s end of the couch he could see his father as nodding off.

From the lounger by his end of the couch he heard his mother say, “I would really like to redecorate the Mathews’ house.”

The Bob and Carol Mathews had moved into the neighborhood when Paul and Connie were toddlers. Their children, Pete and Elizabeth, were the same age and Paul and Connie, but Elizabeth was fifteen and Pete was thirteen. The families spent time together frequently, and had even gone on a vacation together.

A few minutes into the program he glanced over at his sister and noticed she was staring at him. Leaning back wearing a long t-shirt she had dress for bed before coming down to join the family. She usually slept in these long t-shirts. He lifted an eyebrow. She broke her stare, smiled and winked at him again.

“What’s with all this winking?” he thought. He looked over at his mother, and she was staring at him also. He smiled at her, and she came back to reality and smiled back at him. Then she winked at him. “Christ,” he thought to himself. “What’s with all the winking?” Not understanding the two females he turned his interest to the program.

At the next commercial, he glanced back at this sister and saw that she had turned and put her feet up on the couch. He looked down at her feet almost touching his thigh. The nails were pained a bright red. He looked from her feet to her face and she smiled at him again. She wiggled her toes and said, “Paul would you rub my feet. They’re sore.”

Paul scooted a bit toward her and set her left foot on top of his thigh. She scooted toward him also. He watched her t-shirt bottom slip several inched up her thighs. The skin of her legs was, like the ball of rings, without flaw. Placing his thumbs on the sole of her foot he began making gentle circles. She had just showered at her feet smelled of bath powder. He felt himself become aroused.

His growing cock made him look around the room. His father had nodded of to sleep. His mother was watching him massage Connie’s feet. It was dark enough that he thought she couldn’t see his hard on.

He felt Connie’s foot tremble as he moved his fingers up to her toes. He started massaging each toe, starting with the little one. As he massaged her middle toe, he felt her foot begin to tremble. He glanced up the line of her leg and realized her whole lower body was trembling. Her eyes were closed and she was quietly humming. She scooted a bit closer to him and laid her head back on the arm of the couch. Her movement pushed the hem of her shirt farther up her leg and she had slightly parted her legs. In the dim living room light he thought he could see the lips of her pussy just under the hem of the shirt. Connie opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Paul that feels so good. No one’s ever massaged my feet before.”

Paul heard his mother rather quietly say, “Oh yes, nothing beats a good foot massage. Paul, honey, would you do me next?” Then she winked at him. He tried to answer her, but all the came out was an affirmative grunt. Paul’s excitement was getting out of control. His cock was now like an iron bar in his pants. Sweat was rolling down his forehead into his eyes, but he wouldn’t let go of Connie’s soft foot, so he started blinking rapidly to clear his vision.

He moved his hands to Connie’s heel. Staring at her pussy he saw her hips begin gently swaying. She opened her eyes and started at him. Her forehead gleamed with her heat. Her eyes widened and breathing was now audible.

Paul thought, “Mom can’t help but know what’s happening to Connie.” He glanced over at his mother and saw she was staring at Connie. Connie pushed her foot firmly into Paul’s lap. She pressed down on his cock, and started to slowly rock her heel over the hardness.

She scooted downward toward Paul again. Now as he looked up at her body her pussy was openly staring at him. Her lips were shining from the moisture gathering on them. His mother couldn’t help but see this. Connie’s body tensed up and shuddered. Paul couldn’t believe it she was cumming right on the couch in front of her mother and sleeping father. He could see her pussy lips twitching, trying to hold the cock that should be filling her.

Paul let go of her foot and her body relaxed and settled back on the couch. Paul quickly looked at his father. He was still asleep. “Thank God for that,” Paul thought realizing that if his father had been awake he couldn’t have missed the smell of very excited pussy in the air. He turned back to look at his mother and saw her smiling at him.

“See Connie, aren’t foot massages just the best,” she said to her panting daughter. Paul couldn’t believe it. This mother knew he had just made his sister cum right on the living room couch and she didn’t care. Paul’s pants were getting damp in the front from the leakage of cum from his cock.

His father stirred, stood up and said, “Well, I’m off to bed.”

“I’ll be with you in just a minute dear. Paul’s going to massage my tired feet.”

“OK, hon, see you in a bit.”

Connie and her mother exchanged looks and Connie straightened her legs and stood up. “Bed sounds good. I’m really tired all of a sudden.” She got up and walked up the stairs. For the first time Paul’s gaze followed her up the stairs and he thought, “What a great ass!” He couldn’t believe he was thinking about his younger sister’s ass. He didn’t have time to dwell on the changes in his feelings toward his sister as his mother settled on the couch. She settled her feet in his lap, looked at him and said, “Do me, now.”

Paul picked up her right foot that she had placed near his knee and began to rub the sole of her foot. She was wearing a knee length skit and it was settled tightly around her legs, not giving the view he had of his sister’s bare pussy.

“Oh, Paul that’s so good,” she said breathlessly. She shifted slightly on the couch. To Paul’s disappointment her dress didn’t move to give him a better view, but her left foot shifted toward Paul a bit and her heel came in contact with his hard cock.

“Hmmm, Paul that feels so good,” this time it was closer to a moan. Paul didn’t know if she was talking about the massage or the feel of his cock on her heel. After the session with his sister Paul was no longer thinking clearly. There was too much blood in his cock and not enough in his brain.

His mother’s hips were now starting to rotate like Connie’s. This caused her heel to start sliding back and forth over his hard cock. Trying the same thing that worked for Connie he started on the little toe. Being a more experienced woman than his sister his mother lasted until he was massaging her big toe. Like Connie her ass came up off the couch and hips began jerking up and down over the couch. He squeezed her toe firmly. Her ass rose above the couch, and her body went rigid. Paul let go of her foot and watched her finish her orgasm.

She lay there, not moving, for almost a minute and then pulled her feet off Paul’s lap. She sat up and looked at Paul. “Honey, that was the best. Maybe tomorrow night we can do the other foot.” She stood up, winked at him, and turned toward her bedroom. She as she was closing the door Paul could hear her say to her husband, “Greg, get those pajamas off, and fuck me.”

Paul sat on the edge of his bed after going up stairs trying to understand what had just happened. His cock was so hard that it hurt. He was about to pull it out and urgently start masturbating when there was the double knock on his door and Connie came in. Paul pulled his hand from the front of his pajamas grabbed a pillow next to him and stood up hiding his erection. Connie came over and put her arms about him giving him a soft hug.

She put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Thanks for the massage.” He could feel her breath on his ear and her soft breasts molded against his arm. Soft warm lips surrounded his ear lobe. Connie sucked his ear lobe into her mouth. Paul could feel her tongue softly caressing his ear.

She whispered in his ear, “I love you big brother.” Her hand slid under the pillow and over Paul’s hard cock. She started to move her hand along its length.

“I want you to have a good night’s sleep.” Her hand began to move faster. She tightened her grip on his cock and felt it pulse as it released its load into Paul’s pajamas.

“Good night, big brother. Dream about me.”

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In his parent’s bedroom, Paul’s mother was on all fours with her ass at the edge of the bed. Her husband’s cock was deep in her pussy.

“Oh, Greg I’m cumming baby. Fuck me. Oh, this is so good. Cumming. Cumming.”

She slumped down on the bed recovering. Greg flexed his hard cock in her cunt. She looked behind at him and said. “I need more. Go get the lube. I need to have my ass fucked.”

Greg knew she only asked for anal sex when she was very turned on. He uncocked himself and opened the drawer and remove the tube of lube. Sarah’s ass was still rocking looking for cock as he squeezed a blob of lube on his finger and slowly penetrated her ass.

“Oh, shit that’s good. Use two fingers. Get me good and wet.”

“Sure, babe, I want you well oiled when you take that hard cock of mine up your tight little ass.”

“Yeah, push your fingers in deeper. Open my ass up for your cock.”

“Three fingers are all you’re getting after that it’s my cock in your ass.”

“Oh, yeah, one more finger. Get me ready for your cock. Are you oiling up that cock for me baby. Get it good and wet. I need it in my ass. Now!”

Greg pulled out his fingers and pushed the head of his cock up to her asshole. Her ass spread wetly around the head of his cock.”

“Oh, yeah, Greg, you’ve, got, a, big, dick.”

Greg leaned into her. “It’s going in babe.”

“Christ, don’t I know it. Your dickhead’s going to pop my ass. Get the head in babe.” She jerked back against him forcing the head deep into her ass.