Carl, drifting past Suzie and Jim, couldn’t help noticing how close they were together. His heart warmed with gladness, happy that they were as much in love and happy with one another as he and Verna were. What a difference that afternoon in the woods had made! He’d never be jealous of Verna’s past affairs again, not if they were responsible for having produced the seething and passionate woman she was today, with him! Even now she seemed to be intent only on making love to him, and the tingling in his penis at the thought of once more entering that wild pussy of hers was making it grow into a hard erection. He knew he should calm down, that it would be very embarrassing if Jim or his sister caught sight of his bulging pants… but no matter how he willed his penis down, it refused to go limp. Verna wasn’t helping the situation, either, all but raping him on the dance floor with his clothes on! On and on her belly and hips writhed against him, brushing teasingly against the stiffened outline of his cock. Her muscles seemed to linger there, massaging gently, slowly in time to the music, sending burning ripples of renewed passion surging through his loins…
“Honey?” she breathed in his ear. “Honey, having a good time?”
“Yeah!” he answered hotly. “I’m having a fine time!”
“Mmmm, good! I love dancing. Any kind of dancing. It always gets me so excited!”
“Is that why… you go-go danced in Fresno?” he asked, finally broaching a subject which his mother had made life miserable over. “I know you did…”
She giggled lightly, teasingly. “I was going to tell you tonight. I mean, it was nothing to be ashamed about… but I knew you’d disapprove.”
“Once, I would’ve,” Carl agreed. “Not any longer.”
“Good! And I’ll… I’ll dance for you a very special dance when we’re alone, then. A very, very special dance!”
“The dance of the seven veils?” he quipped.
“Who needs veils, honey…?”
Verna’s nimble, lithe body continued to caress him, and she undulated against his loins and chest, pressing her soft breasts and rounded hips against his flesh. Her lips were parted and she kept running her hot tongue back and forth along his neck, her breath hot and sweet against his cheeks, her eyes closed and her lashes brushing his skin. Carl knew he should pull back from her before Jim or Suzie saw the erection she was causing him to have, but the salacious pleasure of her expert rhythm rendered him incapable of doing it. All he could do was hold her tighter and slowly turn with the beat of the music and feel his penis grow and grow and grow…
Eventually the music ended, and the two dancing couples drifted apart. They all sat back down on the couch, and since their drinks were mostly empty, Jim proposed another round. Suzie said she’d fix them, but Verna jumped up and quickly offered to be substitute hostess. When she served the drinks, she stood in front of the couch, one hand on her hips and the other raising the glass high. “Here’s to us, everybody! Here’s to us!”
The other three drank heartily to that, and when the glasses were refilled once more, Jim said cheerily: “She sure is one hell of a dancer, ain’t she, Carl?”
Carl grinned broadly and said expansively: “Sure is!”
“She always was a show-off, even when we were kids in grammar school,” Jim chuckled fondly. “Always strutting and parading around like a little teaser. That’s why she digs dancing so much, Carl, because she likes to show off.”
Verna laughed good-naturedly at her brother’s ribbing. “I’m a regular exhibitionist, if you really want to know!”
“And it’s a good thing she is, too,” Jim continued calmly, “because otherwise she might get upset knowing we watched you two fucking in the hills today.”
There was a shattering moment of silence after that lewd revelation, which somehow seemed to Suzie to be the loudest sound she’d ever heard in her life. She blanched absolutely white, numbly sitting between Carl and Jim, head bowed and her breath caught in her lungs. Carl looked as if his jaw had suddenly fallen to the floor, and Verna was wide-eyed, blinking rapidly as if she’d just stepped into a pool of harsh light. Only Jim seemed at ease, and he was sitting back with his legs crossed, casually sipping his drink.
“Wh-what was that?” Carl finally managed to gasp out. “What are you saying, Jim! Did you…? Were you…?”
“Uh-huh, we did. We even saw Verna giving you a blow-job!”
For the first time, Suzie ventured to look up. Her twin brother was staring at her, absolutely crimson in the face, his mouth working but without making any noise. The only sound was coming from Verna, and she was beginning to giggle in a drunken, high-pitched tone. Then Jim said placidly: “And believe me, it was one of the hottest things we’ve ever seen! Why, it was so hot, we fucked right there in the bushes while we watched! Yeah! Me and Suzie! Jesus!”
This was too much for Suzie to bear, and unable to control herself, she moaned: “Oh, please forgive me! I… I don’t know what I was doing! It was a mistake, a horrid mistake!”
“I… I…” Carl choked, almost purple now. “Some mistake!”
Verna threw her head back and her giggle turned into a rich, hearty laugh. “The hell it was a mistake! Oh, this is a fracture! You set the whole damned thing up, didn’t you, Jim? You set it up when we were talking over breakfast, and you tracked us down, and now… now…!”
She couldn’t continue for a moment, her laughter almost reaching hysterical heights. Then she gasped out: “I’ve never done that before, screwing in front of others. But now that I think about it… Damnit, Jim, you should have told me what you were up to! I think I’d have gotten a real kick out of knowing you were there!”
Carl, spluttering, trying to find words in his reeling brain, leapt to his feet. “You planned it?” he screamed suddenly, as full understanding dawned on him. “You actually planned the whole damned thing? That’s the most despicable trick I’ve ever heard of!”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Jim answered calmly. “I thought it was kind of fun, personally.”
“You… you bastard!”
“Oh, sit down and cool off,” Jim retorted, his voice suddenly authoritarian and full of control. “And you, Suzie, don’t make excuses. You had fun, too, if only you’d be grown-up enough to admit it.”
Carl stood trembling violently, staring wildly at his sister, who sat miserably on the couch, immobile as if in a catatonic state, then at his bride, who was still bubbling with mirth as if the whole affair was some delightful prank; and then at Jim, who snapped again: “Sit down!”
Carl slumped back on the couch, too shocked to resist the command. He didn’t know what to think either, except that what he’d just heard went against everything he’d ever been taught, everything he’d ever believed in. He needed time to think, and his temples were pounding with all the alcohol he’d consumed, and Jim’s voice seemed somehow hazy and distorted as the older man talked to him.
Jim was explaining now: “Yeah, I set it up in a way though I didn’t know what would happen for sure. I did it for the kicks, that’s true; but I also did it to prove a lesson to you and Suzie. I liked it, Verna likes it now that she knows, and damnit, if you two would be honest with yourselves, you’d realize you could like it, too.” He paused to let his words sink in to Carl and Suzie. “The trouble with both of you is that you were raised puritanically, where innocence and modesty were virtues, and sex was only used as a means of procreation. But that’s not right, and the idea that enjoyment is wicked and sinful is the most obscene philosophy which has ever been foisted on the human race. Repression is what’s unnatural, not sex, and if you think about it, you’ll see that sex—any kind of sex that brings you happiness without hurting somebody else—is a beautiful experience which will enrich your love for one another. End of sermon.”