When breakfast was ready, she went to wake the children.
Julie was sprawled across her bed, the sheet half covering her body. In her sleep she appeared much younger than eighteen. Barbara stood and looked at her daughter before shaking her awake.
"Breakfast, honey," she aid gently.
"Glumph," Julie responded sleepily.
"Come on, lazy… time to get up."
Julie rolled over onto her back, her naked breasts jiggling slightly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled lazily. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching and yawning.
Barbara found herself staring at her daughter's breasts, eyes wide and mouth parted. The nipples were longer than her own, and they seemed to be hard even now. The sheet was down across Julie's hips, with the copper-colored tangle of pussy hairs exposed. Barbara sucked her breath in, and turned quickly.
"Time to get up," she murmured, almost running from the room.
Kenney had shut his door sometime during the night, and she rapped at it with a shaking hand. "Kenney?" she called There was no answer, and she rapped harder. Still no sound.
After seeing her daughter naked, Barbara was almost afraid to open her son's door. There were conflicting emotions warring-inside her body. One part of her mind told her to forget it and go back to the kitchen, but the other side was almost screaming for her to open the door and enter his room.
Holding her breath, she obeyed the impulse to open his door.
Kenney was stretched out on his bed, legs wide and on his back. The first thing Barbara saw was his genitals. Her first thought was they seemed quite large for a boy his age. Her second thought was to run like crazy from the room.
Instead, she walked silently to his bed, pulled the sheet over him, then shook his shoulder. "Wake up, darling… breakfast is ready."
As usual, Kenney came awake immediately. "Hi, Mom," he grinned. "Be there in a second."
Barbara left his room and met her daughter as she came from the hall bathroom. Julie had pulled a robe on, but it was hanging open. She was naked beneath it.
"Julie!" Barbara gasped, clutching her throat. "You shouldn't… mustn't…"
"Shouldn't what, Mother?" Julie asked innocently, taking her time pulling the robe together.
"Uh, nothing," Barbara said nervously. She brushed past her daughter and hurried into the kitchen. She leaned on the table for a moment, then slipped into the chair. She noticed that her hands were shaking, and she fired a cigarette up in an effort to control them.
Kenney was the first to come to the table, followed in a moment or so by his sister. Barbara couldn't lift her eyes to meet them now. She shoved eggs about her plate, sipping her coffee.
"Aren't you hungry, mother?" Julie asked, forking the food into her mouth.
Barbara shook her head. She crushed the cigarette out, firing up another immediately. Julie noticed the nervousness. Finishing her breakfast, she took one of her mother's cigarettes and smoked quietly as she drank her coffee. She gazed unblinkingly at her mother.
Kenney gobbled his breakfast down, then asked for more eggs.
"I'll make them," Julie said, going to the stove. Barbara glanced at Julie. Her daughter seemed somehow, much more attractive this morning than she had noticed before. She was dressed in a mini-dress, a sheath-like garment that clung to her body, hugging it and boldly outlining her up-tilted breasts and fine, curving ass. Barbara wasn't sure-because of the print design of the mini-dress but it seemed as if she could see the split of Julie's ass outlined there.
Again, she shivered as sensation flowed through her. She looked up to see Kenney's eyes on his sister's bottom, his tongue licking slowly about his lips, his gaze hot.
Julie brought the eggs to the table and shoved them from the platter to her brother's plate. "There you are, stud," she said. "Eat up… they'll put lead in your pencil."
It had been years since Barbara had heard that expression. In a way, it was quite a nice saying, she thought. Too bad people didn't use such expressions anymore. Today, every one used explicit words, but as she considered this, it made sense. After all, it was honest.
It seemed like ages to Barbara that they sat there without many words passing between them, when actually it had only been ten or fifteen minutes. She was aware of her daughter's steady gaze, and couldn't lift her eyes to return it. Her emotions were whirling inside her mind dizzily. She couldn't sort them out, couldn't think straight, really. There was a deep pulsation between her thighs, and she felt the sensation she had the night before. Something was going to happen to change her life-all their lives-forever more. Last night was simply the beginning of it. Today was Saturday, and tomorrow was Sunday, and something was going to happen.
Most of the morning was spent straightening the house, a chore that didn't take long. Barbara was a good housekeeper.
After a while, Kenney decided to run over to Mark's house. He had hoped his mother would find shopping to do, anything that would make her leave the house. He had enjoyed screwing his sister so much the night before, he wanted a repeat. But, it looked as if his mother was going to stay home, and he was sure of it when she loaded the washer.
"Be gone long?" Barbara called as he started out the door.
"Hour or so," he said as he left.
Asking him how long he would be gone was another element in the Kramer household. Barbara seldom asked such things of him. He never went far, was always home early. So, why ask now?
Julie was going through record albums, sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, legs crossed, short skirt hiked into her lap. As soon as Barbara looked at her daughter, she knew why she asked Kenney how long he would be gone; she admitted it finally.
She wanted her daughter to initiate something… with her.
Once the idea was clear in her mind, Barbara grew nervous again. She couldn't understand it. She had never been so attracted to a girl before in her life, yet she was now-and toward her daughter! She knew she wasn't a lesbian, had never experienced involvement with a lesbian. She enjoyed men, not women. She tried to think whether it was because of last night, of what she heard, what she knew. Nothing made much sense to her, nothing except the bubbling burning sensation in the bottom of her stomach. Barbara knew, somehow, that masturbating again would not relieve that itch, the tremendous pressure that seemed to be within her.
She sat down in a chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Julie had been aware of her mother's nervousness, had been covertly watching her. She twisted about on the floor, sitting facing her mother, her skirt still hiked up, only now it was almost about her hips.
"You like the Platters?"
"The Platters?" Barbara asked. "That's an old group. I had no idea that album was still around here."
She puffed and blew gray smoke, trying to avert her eyes from Julie's crotch. Unknowingly, Barbara flung her right leg over the arm of the chair, legs wide apart. Julie smiled inwardly as she noticed a few strands of crinkly hair exposed from the tight legs of her mother's shorts.
She turned and put the album on the record turntable. Then she faced her mother again, drawing her knees up and hugging them against her breasts. The movement caused the tight lacy panties to be exposed, as well as the backs of her creamy thighs and a good portion of her smooth ass.
Barbara's breath caught as she gazed unflinchingly at the sight. She seemed mesmerized now, and couldn't pull her eyes away. She had, of course, seen many girls naked before, mostly when she was in high school during gym. But this… this view of Julie was so exciting, her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing.
Julie placed her chin on her knees, her eyes smoky as she looked at her mother. For a long moment, Julie looked unashamedly at the crotch of the white shorts, at the curling strands of pubic hair revealed. Like Barbara, Julie had never had sexual interest toward another female. She had, of course, gone through the-usual early teen crushes on females, but it had long passed. She, too, could feel excitement flowing like charged particles through her body. But the difference between the two was, Julie knew and understood what she wanted.