Family night, alternative story
"Come on, honey," Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at his arm.
Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit of the children who were sitting directly across from them. He and Laura had just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and somehow, he wanted to reassure the children... Laura's children really, that he'd be a good father to them. He wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole thing, but he was determined to try.
"Tell us more about Mexico, Don!" MaryAnn piped up, her bright eyes scanning her new stepfather's face for some indication of how it would be to live with him.
Rick meanwhile, sat watching his mother. It seemed odd to him that she'd hardly kissed him hello and now, she wasn't really paying any attention to them, but kept looking at Don with that strange expression. He'd never seen his mother with such a queer look on her face! It made him very uncomfortable, and he wished they would leave, since that seemed to be what his mother wanted to do.
"We'll tell you all about it in the morning, darlings," Laura replied, brushing her dark hair back from her face with her hand. "Right now, Mommie and Don are tired from their trip!" She gave a delicate yawn as if to corroborate this, and whispered into Don's ear again.
"I feel all hot and bothered, baby come on!"
Don blushed a bright red and stood up. In spite of himself, he realized that he had an enormous erection, and he hoped the kids wouldn't notice. As soon as he could, he turned his back to them and started toward the bedroom door. It was strange. This was going to be his new home, with a ready-made family to boot. Once more he wondered if he'd thought the whole thing out carefully enough before deciding to marry Laura... but as usual, he abandoned it, because it was too late now. Laura jumped up from the sofa, and went to kiss the children goodnight. Absentmindedly, she rumpled their hair and patted their heads.
"Goodnight, darlings... see you in the morning!"
"Goodnight Mother!" Rick and MaryAnn echoed. "Night, Don!"
Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by their mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other nervously.
Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they both had the precocity of extra bright children that comes from being largely on their own. Growing up with no father, they had learned quickly how to get along by themselves when their young and pretty mother was at work. But now, things were going to be quite different, and they knew it... and judging from the way it was starting out, neither one of them thought they were going to like it much.
MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite body drop heavily into the big easy chair. Her brother sat on the sofa opposite her, depression making him frown slightly as he watched the flickering screen.
When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw her arms around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close to his as she possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her breasts dig sensuously into his chest. She had stopped wearing a bra altogether during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose of inflaming her new husband. And she'd found that it always worked. As his hands moved swiftly up from her waist she heard the expected gasp that came from his lips as he slid up under her blouse and found her bare golden tanned breasts, just waiting for his touch.
"Oh, baby..." he murmured.
He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were sitting right out in the living room of the small California house... but now, he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all his attention on Laura. He'd never known a woman as hungry for sex as she was, and it made him turn into a lust ridden madman, when she would tell him at the most unexpected times that she wanted him... just had to have him. His ego was happily confused at the craving his new wife had acquired for him... but he couldn't complain. Almost any man would give his eyeteeth to be in his position, he thought now, as he slid his tongue between Laura's invitingly parted lips. Her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. The dark fringed eyelashes fluttered slightly as his hand dwelled lovingly upon the smooth flesh of her taut breasts, twisting the nipples softly between thumb and forefinger and making them like hard little balls.
Her slender body felt over-warm and moist against him and he wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there. He could feel the sweat standing out on his forehead as their kiss continued, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, searching out every hidden crevice, sucking slowly, methodically, as his penis grew to mammoth proportions against her belly.
"Come on..." he said suddenly, breaking away from her. "Come on over here!"
Laura, flushed and out of breath, followed her husband. Her slacks and blouse were rumpled from being drenched with perspiration, and she could think of only one thing. Soon, she would be writhing in naked passion beneath the body of the wonderful man she'd married. Her entire being seemed to long for him, to belong utterly to him, and she wanted to prove it to him again and again. It wasn't the way it had been before they were married, while they were dating, when Don would have to convince her to make love with him. And somehow then, even when they did make love, she had been unable to let herself go completely. Now, it was different. Now she wanted to please him so much, that she could hardly control herself.
Watching him with lust dulled eyes, Laura started to remove her blouse, noting that her new husband, and now, father of her children, too was rapidly taking off his clothes. She pulled it off over her head, and then shook her dark curly hair so that it wouldn't hang in her face. She was naked to the waist and though proud of the shapely round, widely spaced, brown tipped breasts, she trembled a little nonetheless under Don's avid scrutiny. Before she had finished undoing her waistband of her slacks, he, completely nude by this time, stepped forward and pressed his face between the beautiful melon shaped swellings, running his tongue hungrily from one perfect, erect nipple to the next.
Her pale blue slacks slid from her hips to the floor, revealing the round luscious curve of her thighs and hips. A smooth, gently curving belly topped the inverted crown of the tremulous "vee" between her legs. A profusion of dark curly pubic hair glistened through the transparency of bikini nylon panties that started way below her deep set navel. Many people had told her that she resembled Elizabeth Taylor, and this resemblance was not only facial, but physical, for Laura's body was reminiscent of the star's at her very best.
Laura gasped and caught on to her husband's wagging head, to prevent falling backwards. He was muttering endearing terms into her breasts, and she could feel a definite tingling around her nipples where his teeth had started to nibble. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as though they might explode, and she wanted desperately to lie down. Right there on the rug if necessary. She pulled backwards a little to make this message clear to her husband, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous head of his erect penis bumped against her upper thigh. It grazed sideways along her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at the fullest point of her half hidden pussy.
A shudder of desire went through her, and Don let himself be pulled over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their landing soft. Her back pressing into the rug beside the bed, Laura enjoyed the split second of waiting before Don's muscular body crushed down upon her. Oh, God, she thought... this was the best part! Just the sheer weight of him on me. She felt absolutely marvelous to be pinned down flat on her back, to have him hard and lean over her, manipulating her, taking her!
Don's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it pressed against his new wife's luscious thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. It was as though they hadn't made love in ages, and yet they had just been at it for almost an hour that very morning, before catching the plane home. He wanted her every bit as much now as he had then, and he hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her flimsy panties, pulling down on them. Laura lifted the full pliant moons of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon, she lay naked and quivering beneath him. The fabric of the rug felt warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her buttocks and down between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and vulnerable, just waiting for his hardened cock to worm its way inside of it.
"Oh, Don," she cooed, "oh hurry, darling, hurry!"
He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between his spread thighs... and his long, thick cock pointed straight out from the base of his flat stomach. Looking down at her, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, she looked like some Goddess who was just created for love and nothing else. Nudging his knees between her long, graceful legs, he spread Laura's thighs as far as he could. She was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of torment that twisted her lovely features. His surging penis bobbed obscenely now, anxious to get on with it, as Don let his fingers wander down along the soft surface of his wife's flat and trembling belly. Every touch now he knew was sheer agony to her. He would let her wait just for a little while longer. His fingers approached the curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the rug. He intertwined his fingers in the moist curly hair of her silken pussy, and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Looking curiously downward, he examined the delicate coral pink of Laura's open cunt. Her hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Don's teasing middle finger inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her moist, waiting pussy. The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on the tiny head of Laura's clitoris, and he felt it jump like a frightened animal. It twitched, and grew steadily larger beneath the relentless pressure of his finger, until he felt it hardening and beginning to throb like a little prick ready for love.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, as he began a steady flicking motion in the ever moistening opening of her pussy. It was getting better by the second, and Laura was now completely lost in the throes of mounting pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.
Perspiration dripped from Don's chest and hair, and he saw the drops falling upon the velvet peach of his wife's skin. A drop fell directly between her firm full breasts, and then another upon her belly, right near her navel.
"Christ, you're gorgeous," he said to her, breathing heavily.
The feel of her seeping wet beneath his finger was incredible. The smooth pink flesh of her pussy slipped and nibbled deliciously until he thought sure he'd have to stop and fuck her right then. But he wanted to continue the unbearable teasing that he knew would make Laura turn into a wild screaming banshee of lust underneath him.
"Kiss me, darling... kiss me!" she pleaded finally and the words were like hot coals searing right through him. Quickly he bent to do as she asked and as he did so, he took his swollen cock in one hand and guided it unerringly toward her wide-spread cuntal opening. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he slipped his tongue far back in her mouth, and put his arm underneath her at the waist, pulling upward. At the same time the blood-filled head of his prick touched the tight wet mouth of Laura's vagina, and Don pushed. At first it was too tight, and then it loosened up a bit, just enough for the head of his cock to bury itself snugly inside.
"OOOOOOH!" Laura cried, bucking her hips upward spasmodically. "OH GOD!" Her legs spread still further out on either side of his body as her eyes rolled back up into her head.
Don grunted and pushed again. He could feel her breasts, smashed against his chest, and her heart, or was it his, pounding hard between them.
"AAAAAAAAArgh!" This time the full length of his thick cock sped like a roaring night train straight to the center of her belly, crashing ahead, pushing the delicate flesh in tiny ripples of pink before it, continuing onward, unstoppable until the very end. With a dull thud it landed against the tip of her womb and stopped, pulsing hard and hungry against it.
***
MaryAnn looked over toward her brother when she heard her mother's scream. He didn't look up from the comic book he'd recently opened. Hadn't he heard, she wondered? But then she realized that was silly. How could he possibly not have heard that shattering cry? She adjusted her position in her chair uneasily, and for some reason, pulled her short miniskirt down a little over her thighs.
She had started to leave the room to go to bed a few moments ago, but now somehow, she couldn't move. She watched as Rick turned a page of his book and tried to decide whether or not he was really reading or just pretending. Then suddenly there was a very loud bumping noise coming from the bedroom like something being pounded into the floor... and then it stopped... only to start again.
Rick jumped up from the sofa and stood, trembling in the middle of the living room. MaryAnn could see that he was terribly upset... his face was bright red, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. She herself didn't feel terribly well either. She had chills running all up and down her back, and she wished she could think of something to do or say.
The bumping noise was now accompanied by grunts and moans that drifted loudly through the flimsy plywood door of their mother's bedroom.
"Do... do you suppose that Mother's all right?" MaryAnn asked, more to break the silence between them than anything else.
She knew there was nothing the matter with Mother, although she hadn't been quite so sure at first. She hadn't been to all those sexy movies in town for nothing... still and all, those had been movies, and this, well, this was very real! How could Mother be doing such a thing?
She was unprepared for her brother's angry response. He turned on her almost viciously and cried out, "Of course she's all right, you idiot... don't you know what they're doing in there?" He stalked over to the TV set and turned it on loud. Still the lewd noises came from behind the door. They seemed to be getting louder every minute.
Angry and hurt in her turn, MaryAnn replied, "Yes, you ninnie... I know... don't forget, I'm a year older than you... I know lots of things you don't know... I know just what they're doing!"
Rick was silent. Ears burning, he returned to the sofa, keeping his eyes averted from the bedroom door.
"As a matter of fact," MaryAnn continued, warming to her speech, "I've even done it myself!" At this she stood up, and after glaring at her brother for a split second, turned and ran from the room. As she ran, she could hear her mother's voice.
"Oh Don... oh darling, oh, OH YES, DO IT! DO IT TOOO MEEEEE! Oh honey... GOING TO CUM, I... I... IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH, I'M!"
The bumping and scraping and rubbing noises were almost deafening, and yet, the words came out into the living room with crystal clear accuracy.
Rick sat still, hardly daring to breath. The combination of what was going on between his mother and their new father and his sister's recent words had stunned him. His mind was racing, but he couldn't even tell what he was thinking. Even as he heard the last tremulous notes of his mother's climax, he could tell that they were starting up all over again. It wasn't over yet, and it might not be over for a long time! He felt hot all over and looking down, he was surprised to see a rising bulge in his own pants. His shorts were tight as it was, but now, his young thirteen-year-old penis, swollen and bothered, had managed to create a great feeling of discomfort down there.
MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!
"MMMmMMMMMMMmmm..." A steady droning sound now issued from the bedroom, and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was happening. Somehow though he couldn't. He just couldn't really imagine his mother doing what all the fellows at school were always talking about. On the other hand, logically, he saw no reason for her not to... it was just that he had never thought of her in connection with... with fucking!
Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the creeping of his hand toward the center of his crotch. But it was impossible. His young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its cramped position in his pants was unbearable. He reached out suddenly and turned out the lamp on the table beside him. Then, in total darkness, he unzipped his fly. His erect young penis popped out easily from his shorts, and before he had thought about it any further he was massaging it lovingly in his hands. It was oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he didn't quite know where to turn for solace. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which he'd been standing. He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her new husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.
Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick, as Rick let his head fall back on the sofa. Lips slightly parted, eyes closed, he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered the smooth tip of his penis, then forcefully, he brought it back down again. Again and again he continued this, something he'd been doing every night now anyway. But this time, it was different. Dull images of writhing naked bodies formed as his mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish pitch. His mother, oh Mother... he thought, and in his mind her cries were uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on his own hardened young cock. The prickly electrical sensations that raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and somehow, on each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty sigh. He'd never really thought of masturbation as evil... they'd been taught in school that it was not... but now it seemed totally illicit to him to be there in his own living room, exposed as he was and feeling feelings he'd never even dreamed of. Yet, could the connection with his mother be all wrong? As far as he'd been concerned... up 'til now, she could do no wrong... whatever wrong there was, therefore, had to do with Don. Anger welled within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on him once more... shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued slipping his fist over his heated penis. It fit so well there in the palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the seeping of his excitement.
"Oh Don... don't ever stop fucking me... don't ever stop... uuuuuuungh!"
Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words. And enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he rammed his foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the complete length of his penis again, twisting slightly with small teasing motions when he reached the top.
"Oh, no Mother... no..." something prompted him to say... "I'll never stop... I'll never stop!"
***
There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight swollen head of her husband's penis pressed up into her. His long thick cock slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily throbbing cuntal passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to push down on her. He was taking her with such force that she had trouble breathing, but the fire inside her more than compensated for any discomfort she felt. She was skewered now to the hilt, her cunt walls aching at the thick round pole of lust-hardened flesh they surrounded so tightly. Her entire vaginal passage was consumed with tormented lust. One orgasm had led to another and now, she knew she was going to cum again. How was it possible for her to cum still one more time? But she knew she would. She felt it in her entire being with a profound certainty. She moaned slightly and tried to move a little beneath him. He was really too heavy on her... much too heavy this time. But she could see from his lust incited features that she could no longer reach him... he would do with her what he wanted now. It felt as though he was fucking her all the way up to the fullness of her breasts! His hands were cupped underneath her smooth undulating buttocks, and she could feel the pain as his knuckles kneaded hard into her tender flesh. She had attained the state of total submission that she had hoped for. Within her secret passage... so carefully guarded, all those long years of widowhood... there were no more secrets from Don's impaling cock. It was what she had wanted, what she needed... to give herself up completely this way! She thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be completely happy.
Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking noise filled the room every time Don slid out and then slammed brutally back into her helplessly aroused genitals. She felt a gigantic shudder race through her, starting curiously at the nape of her neck. It traced downward toward the base of her spine and then traveled the length of her wide split rectal passage. From there it spread to her vagina and seemed to pause a moment before expanding incredibly within her squirming loins as though it were about to burst her into a zillion tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat, as the orgasm increased, moving outward in all directions at once. Sometimes it seemed to be in her breasts, other times it dwelt upon the bludgeoning head of her husband's cock where it increased and decreased as he continued his steady pounding in and out. She felt him grow bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina was enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed outwards with arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against the rug with each upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix. Wave after wave of dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot incandescent fireflies, inundated her straining body. Moans of incredulous wonder escaped her lips as every second she thought it would end, but, impossibly the orgasm continued. She was falling through the night, lost in space somewhere, totally weightless. Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls clasped tighter around her husband's enormous penis.
Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched cunt and Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping... oh God, what a delicious feeling... pumping steady streams of seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folks of her hungrily sucking pussy.
When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless bliss of darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging together, Rick, their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in the living room, straight into the air. There was not much yet, but it in no way affected the quality of his climax, for on his lips almost unbeknownst to him, were two names... his mother's and then... strangely, his own sister's. He had never known such a bittersweet orgasm and although his passion-distorted mind had knowingly been spurred on by his young mother's love cries, Rick was still not sure what it all meant.
CHAPTER TWO
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 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!"
CHAPTER THREE
Rick woke up feeling very strange. He felt the way he usually felt when he'd had a nightmare, depressed and badly rested. Had he had a bad dream? Sleepily he shook his head, automatically reaching out to turn off his Big Ben alarm clock, trying desperately to remember what was wrong. It was only a matter of seconds before the whole thing flashed before his eyes, in one shattering image.
His sister, MaryAnn, writhing on her back, her levis hastily pulled off on the dark ground outside the house... his mouth upon her breasts, her hands tangled in his hair... JUST LIKE DON AND MOTHER! His tongue drifting down to the wide open tiny split, the faintly hair-lined triangle down between her young quivering thighs. His pause to inhale her girlish fragrance, his thoughts jumbled, imagining God knows what... imagining yes... that she was his mother! And then he'd plunged downward into the sweet mist of desire, the succulent, honeyed pit of his sister's cunt!
His tongue had wrapped luxuriously among her secret inner vaginal folds... HAD HE LEARNED SO WELL FROM WATCHING ONE PERFORMANCE? It had been sheer desire to please her that egged him on, making him experiment with his mouth upon her squirming pussy, nibbling with his lips, taking her smooth inner pussy walls gently between his teeth. How softly he'd breathed upon her private flesh, how lovingly he'd sucked her!
And when she'd started to cum, he'd thought he'd die, thought he'd be inundated by her flowing wetness, thought that he too would start to cum then and there... and he had! Just as the low grunting, rugging sound escaped from his sister's straining throat, and her pelvis arched impossibly up, her silken pussy thrusting itself hard into his hungrily licking tongue, he'd freed his boyishly thick cock from his pants. How it had felt hard and big in his hands! And giving the surging plane of her uptilted pussy one very special sucking lick with his tongue and mouth, he'd spewed forth his own soul racking orgasm, by slipping back his thick foreskin hard and fast. She'd bucked savagely beneath him for long moments, waves of passion whipping her young body this way and that, the clandestine nature of their lovemaking adding to her culminating pleasure, as she strained not to make too much noise. Silently, then, or at least with only low mewls and groans of delight, her body had twisted about in the grips of not one, but two, body wracking orgasms. Sweating and struggling her younger brother had kept up with her, pumping lewdly upon his long suffering but proud penis. MaryAnn gasped as she felt her brother's warm semen spurting against the naked flesh of her thigh, and then she bucked up again, so that her climaxing clitoris was rubbing insistently against his mouth, her supple back arched like a taut bow, the wet sensitive walls of her tight young cunt surrendering totally to her brother's lovemaking.
The memory in full bloom now, Rick jumped out of bed. He fully expected to be struck dead by a thunderbolt... or to have someone come in and take him away! What they had done the night before was something that was considered more than just wrong... that much he knew! He looked in the mirror, sure that some lasting mark upon his features would proclaim to everyone that he and his sister were lovers. But there was no discernible difference in the way he looked, save for the haunted expression on his face, and he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wondering if MaryAnn was up yet, and how he could manage to get through school that day with a night like that behind him.
He recalled as he reluctantly finished rinsing his sister's female taste from his mouth that MaryAnn and he had gone directly to bed after their oral lovemaking out back. She to her room and he to his. They hadn't even paused to kiss each other good night, so startled were they by their own actions. Rick had gotten into bed and fallen asleep instantly, and wondered now if MaryAnn had done the same.
In her own room, MaryAnn pulled up the covers over her head. She had already turned off her alarm, deciding that she couldn't possibly go to school that day. Now as she lurked moodily beneath her sheet, she heard Rick running the water in the bathroom, and trembled as her hitherto innocent young body, recalled the delights of the previous night. She felt just terrible. Hadn't it been her fault after all that the whole thing had happened? She had not only perverted herself but her little brother as well! It was only a minor relief to realize that they hadn't done anything more than exactly what they had seen through the lighted bedroom window, because MaryAnn knew that she had tossed and turned most of the night, her still stimulated body wanting more, craving the natural continuation of their actions. From the sounds they'd heard below the window, they each knew that their parents had moved on from the oral phase of their abandoned pleasure to wilder things. The real thing!
She shivered now and curled up in a tight ball, the tiny silk furrow between her teenaged legs quivering at the thought! It was awful to know so much about lovemaking, at least certain phases of it, and yet to have never done it! What Rick had done to her... putting his mouth on her, had felt so wonderful... but today she couldn't reconcile her feeling that they had done something evil, with her desire to do still more than that!
A soft knock at the connecting bathroom door startled her. Almost timidly, she called out, "Come in..."
***
Don left the house after having a big breakfast. Laura always insisted that she serve him huge cups of steaming coffee, piping hot rolls or buttered toast, and eggs with bacon or ham any way he wanted them. As he jumped into his Chevy, and started off for his job, he thought that he really couldn't complain about the way she treated him... it was a far cry from his bachelor life... and yet something was wrong and he couldn't quite put his finger on it as he recalled with a smile of pleasure their previous night's lovemaking. What a lovely body Laura had! He seemed to still be able to taste her womanly scent upon his lips, although he had showered twice since then.
The flat land and track homes whizzed by him as he headed North on the highway, hundreds of other cars racing along beside him as he surged through the rush hour traffic. What was really bothering him, he realized, as he cut through the winding hilly slopes of San Francisco, was the kids. Laura kept telling him that they'd come around, but so far all efforts on his part to make friends with them had failed. And Laura wasn't really much help in that department. Several times he'd tried to persuade her to go on a family outing with them... but she always protested, saying how much more she preferred being alone with him! Even dinner now at the house usually meant just the two of them, for the children had taken to eating earlier and going off to their rooms. They seemed to feel ill at ease in their own house.
He had to do something about it. Even though Laura was a lovely, charming woman, he had to admit that she did not seem to be the best mother in the world at the moment. True the circumstances were extraordinary... a woman widowed for such a long time, was bound to respond with more fervor to a new marriage than others might. Yes, he figured, gazing at the Golden Gate bridge looming in the distance... it was up to him to make everything work out.
He decided to take them out to dinner. Laura had said something about the hairdresser's that evening. She'd recently gotten in the habit of going to a very chic coiffeur, Mr. Joseph, and as with most of his customers, she took an appointment whenever she could get one. That would be perfect, he thought, stepping on the gas and passing a dawdling VW... he'd take them out somewhere nice, talk to them, get to know them... make friends. This decision had the effect of removing a great weight from his shoulders, and he began to mentally try out some topics of conversation that the two teenagers might find interesting. He supposed the boy would be interested in sports... he'd seen some track trophies in his room... and the girl, MaryAnn... what on earth could he say to her? He visualized her now, a truly beautiful little girl, just teetering on the brink of womanhood... her complexion fair and clear, with long straight light brown hair, that he knew would get lighter as the summer progressed. He wondered if she had any boyfriends... a girl as bright and pretty as she ought to have many... and yet so far as he knew neither one of them had had any visitors at the house. Well, he'd just have to find out all these things tonight. If he was going to be a father, he was going to try his best to be a good one anyway!
***
Rick and MaryAnn took the same bus home from school together. MaryAnn walked slowly down the block toward their house, keeping in step with her brother. She was glad that he had persuaded her to go to school that morning. Something about the pure boring normality of school had made her feel a little better. Still, just walking beside Rick was enough to reawaken her dormant, secret desires. She turned toward him before they reached the house.
"We mustn't ever, ever do anything like that again," she said with a serious expression in her eyes.
Rick's eyes blazed into hers. His cock tingled madly and his blood was pumping wildly. "No," he answered, "I suppose not!"
"Friends?" MaryAnn asked, smiling.
Rick took her extended hand in his, feeling violent thrills race through every inch of his body. "Friends!" he replied solemnly.
When they entered the house they found a note from their mother.
Gone to town to do some shopping and then to Mr. Joseph. Don called and is taking you two out to dinner tonight. Wear your good clothes... MaryAnn, be sure to wear a dress!
Love, Mother
They looked at each other in mutual disgust, and then, retired to their rooms to rest up for what they knew would be a trying evening.
***
Don was wearing his best suit that night, and he'd even had the car washed on the way home from work. He was pleased to see that the kids were looking very spiffy too, having never seen them wearing much else but dungarees and sweat-shirts. MaryAnn was sitting beside him in the car and Rick was in the back seat. Surprisingly, a familiar scent was wafting toward him from his teenaged charge.
"What's that you're wearing, MaryAnn?" he asked, trying his best to sound genial and fatherly.
"Mom's Ma Griffe," she replied without hesitation.
"Oh..." he fell silent. "Does your mother know you use it?"
"No... she'd probably have kittens!" Rick piped up from the back.
Don thought it best to change the subject... but it was a little disturbing to him nonetheless to continue to sniff the perfume he had come to associate so closely with his wife, emanating so sexily from the presence of his fourteen-year-old stepdaughter!
"You both look awfully nice tonight..." he tried.
"This is Mom's dress too." MaryAnn offered, interrupting.
Don took his eyes away from the wheel a second, rapidly taking in MaryAnn's composed form beside him. She was wearing Laura's dress! One of Laura's tiniest mini-dresses fit MaryAnn like a normally hemmed dress, falling nevertheless way above her knees, although not up to her thighs the way it fit her mother. What Don couldn't believe (and he was noticing it now for the first time) was that MaryAnn was filling out the top of the low-cut crocheted dress almost as amply as her mother!
He gulped and returned his eyes to the wheel when he saw that MaryAnn was following his gaze down the cleavage of her bosom, and he sensed Rick observing from the back seat. Suddenly he knew that the evening was not going to be the simple, easy dinner he had planned, and that he might as well prepare himself for it now.
"Mom would have a baby, if she knew!" Rick volunteered.
Somehow Rick's reference to Laura having kittens, and then to her having a baby, had an unsettling effect on Don, and he started to wondering just how much the kids actually knew about life. He and Laura had never discussed it... but somehow he was sure that Laura was not the type to sit down and have a long talk with her children about sex.
He pulled into the gravel of Faro's parking lot and came to a stop. Silently, the trio walked into the restaurant, MaryAnn teetering on chunky heels that nonetheless gave her young slender legs a very womanly look. Her mother had insisted she wear a dress out to this dumb dinner, she thought, instead of her favorite outfit, pants and sneakers... so it served her right that she was wearing one of hers!
They settled into a booth, and Don blushed to see that his wife's dress dipped far lower than he'd thought. Why he could almost see MaryAnn's nipples! He ordered a martini for himself immediately, and was glad when MaryAnn held the menu up in front of her to examine it. When the waiter came to get their order, he found himself becoming furious and embarrassed at the same time when the older man's eyes dwelled upon his stepdaughter's bosom for an unusually long time. Only by coughing and raising his voice did he manage to get the insolent waiter's attention.
As they were ordering, Rick smiled to himself at the scene. The least they could do was get a little fun out of the evening, he and MaryAnn had decided before leaving, and it looked like it was going to be a riot, judging from the events so far!
They all had antipasto and MaryAnn ordered eggplant parmesan, as well as veal scaloppini. Rick decided to try the stuffed clams. Don ordered spaghetti with white clam sauce.
The dinner was progressing without further incident, until Rick suddenly piped up, "clams are a sex food, I understand."
Don poured himself a glass from the carafe of wine he'd ordered.
"May I have some, Don?" MaryAnn asked, her eyes boldly examining her stepfather's face. She was recalling how he'd looked the night before, completely nude... his big thing bloated and thick between his legs.
"Uh... well, OK... but maybe you kids should cut it with a little water..." Don was still thinking about Rick's clam remark.
"Oh, Mother lets us drink wine," Rick said. "It's OK."
Don watched helplessly as the kids gulped down two glasses of red wine before he could do anything about it. Then he suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands. After all, he was a grown man... their new father in fact... he'd better take charge now or never!
"That was an interesting remark, you made, Rick," he began, wondering if he was making a mistake.
"What... which one?" Rick asked, beaming. The wine had made him giddy and he felt very pleased with himself for some reason.
"About the clams..." Don replied. "Do you know anymore about that fact?"
"Oh, I hear they make you hot!" Rick snickered.
MaryAnn giggled and poked him under the table.
"Oh?" Don blushed and decided to brazen it out. He'd read a book on child psychology once, but he couldn't seem to remember a thing about it. "Do you know what that means?" Don asked.
It means what you do to Mom every night! Rick thought, resentfully, but replied angelically, "No... I don't... what does it mean?"
"Yes, Don," MaryAnn spoke up, giving him the same burning look, "can you tell us what that means?" Don tried to focus his eyes so he would see as little of her yawning neckline as possible, but even looking directly at her eye
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