They had talked quite a bit after it was over, and Julie had told her of her class at college concerning human sexuality, and Barbara had learned. She had listened and learned from her daughter. She had found out that no matter what two people did with each other, no matter how far out it was, there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with it. As long as the people involved agreed, consented, then nothing was perverted. Only pleasing each other and themselves matter. What she was confused about was the incest part of it. That, she knew, was wrong. Yet, she found the pleasure so fantastic, it was right-it was right for her and for Julie. Who would ever know? As long as they kept it a secret, who would be harmed?
Once, in the late part of the afternoon, Barbara walked in on Kenney and Julie wrapped in a tight embrace. Kenney had his hands underneath his sister's skirt, shoved down into her panties and was fondling her ass. Julie was writhing against him, his tongue buried deep into her sucking mouth. She had seen, over his shoulder, her mother enter the room, then stop.
Julie winked at her mother.
Barbara smiled and winked back, then retreated.
At six, after the Kramer's had finished their evening meal, Mark came over to visit with Kenney. Julie stuck her tongue out at him, playfully, a gesture that Barbara caught.
At seven, Barbara was in her bedroom preparing for her date. Julie walked in and sat on the bed, watching her mother at the dresser. Barbara was in panties and bra, brushing her long coppery hair.
"Why wear a bra, mother?" Julie asked. "Let those pretty breasts hang free. Men like to see them bounce and jiggle, you know."
Barbara considered a moment, then with a childish giggle, removed the bra.
"Plan on getting flicked tonight, mother?"
A slight crimson tinged Barbara's cheeks. Julie giggled. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" she asked. "I mean, you are going to get laid tonight, aren't you?"
"Well, I hope so." Barbara confessed. "He's done it… well," she flushed a bit deeper. "This is crazy, fencing about for words."
"You're right."
"You kids today have it together," Barbara said. "When I was your age, sex was hardly mentioned."
"We're liberated, mother," Julie replied. "Now, as you were saying?"
"Well, he has… uh, fucked me, before," the tinge deepened in her cheeks, then as suddenly as it came, it disappeared.
"Is he any good?"
Barbara laughed nervously. "I've got to get used to this sort of talk. Actually, he isn't much of a lay. He's only fucked me once before, and I didn't get much out of it except a pussy filled with come."
"Then why go out with him again?" Julie said. "If a man can't make me come the first time, he's scratched from my list."
"I've got to find out something, prove something to myself."
Julie regarded her mother closely. "Are you still worried about becoming a lesbian?"
"Well, yes, to be frank."
Julie laughed with humor. "That isn't very likely, mother. I saw the way you were looking at the front of Kenney's pants."
Barbara didn't answer. She went to her closet and pulled out the dress she was planning to wear. Julie took one look and shook her head. "Hey, not that thing, mother!" She got up and went to Barbara. "You and I are about the same size. I bet you could fit into some of my clothes."
"I couldn't wear one of those short things, Julie. I'd die of embarrassment."
"Balls! Come on, let's go see what I've got for you."
Julie rummaged about, pulling panties from the dresser. "Here, put this on. Those things you're wearing are too utilitarian. A girl has to be sexy, you know."
Barbara stripped her panties away, then slipped into the bikini panties her daughter handed to her. They were tight, but fit perfectly. She looked down at herself, and saw the mat of dark hair revealed. "I feel shameless," she said.
"I bet you feel sexier, too."
"Well, yes… you're right."
Julie located a red miniskirt that fit her mother nicely, then a pink blouse that hugged the unfettered breasts deliciously. She stepped back and regarded her mother critically. "Well," she said after a moment, "that sure changed you! Thu look good enough to eat."
"For you," Barbara grinned. "You'd eat me, but what about my date?"
"If you don't turn him on dressed that way, you sure won't have to look far for another stud. Hell, mother, all you'll have to do is turn around and they'll be bumping into your ass!"
"Bumping, or… pumping?" Barbara grinned lewdly.
Julie laughed with pleasure. "Now you're getting your shit together!"
After Barbara had left with her date, a man of ordinary looks, Julie found that Kenney and Mark were involved with a huge model plane her brother had been working on for over a month. At their age, boys could be so damned dumb, she thought. Here she was, a much nicer toy to play with, and all they did was talk about the damned model and ignore her completely.
She dawdled about in her room, thinking seriously about getting into her little car and seeing what kind of action she could stir up. Then she became aware of the boys talking. Her name was mentioned, and she sneaked to the hallway where it joined the living room and listened.
"I did, I swear it," Mark was saying.
"Aw, she wouldn't let you do that, not Julie," Kenney said.
"How much you want to bet?"
"You couldn't prove it, so why bet?" Kenney said. "You don't think she'd admit it, do you?"
"Well, maybe not," Mark replied. "But anyway, I did so fuck her."
Julie stifled a giggle.
Kenney mumbled something softly, so soft she didn't hear it. But she did hear the gasp come from Mark. Then his voice said: "You did?"
"Yep, same as you."
"Aw, she wouldn't let her own brother put his cock in her."
"Want to bet?" Kenney challenged.
"You couldn't prove it, either."
"No, I couldn't. But she did so come into my room last night. I was in there pulling off and she came in. I was scared she was going to tell Mom or beat my ass herself, but she didn't. You know what she did? She pulled the sheet off me and grabbed my cock!"
"Wow!"
"Not only that, she took her gown off and sat on top of me and fucked me and made me come right in her cunt!"
Julie peered around the corner, struggling to hold in her giggles. Both boys sat facing each other with a half-finished model between them forgotten now. She saw a frown on Mark's face, then he asked: "Okay, smart-ass. If she did that, tell me what her pussy hair looks like."
"It's the same color as the hair on her head, like copper, you know. It's silky to touch and is real curly. She has a freckle right next to her pussy."
"Hey, that's right-she does," Mark said, eyes round. "I guess you did screw her after all."
"You wasn't lying, either."
Julie could hardly hold her laugher in. She was cupping her mouth with both hands to hold the giggles back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Did you like it, Kenney?"
"Boy! did I? It was great! Sure beats jerking off any day."
"How many times did you do it to her?"
"Twice," her brother said. "The first time, Julie fucked me on top, but later she crawled under me and showed me how."
"Only twice?" Mark sneered. "Hell, I've fucked her more times than I can count on my fingers."
"Bullshit!" Kenney snorted.
"Well, I have!" Mark said almost angrily. "I fucked her the day after she came home from college, and every day since-except today."
"Gosh!" Kenney's eyes became wide. "I've got to catch up."
"You think she'll let you do it again?"
"Sure," Kenney bragged. "My sister is the best sister in the world! She likes me, and she'll let me fuck her anytime I want."
"I wish I had a sister," Mark said. "I mean, a sister just like Julie."
"Yeah," Kenney said smugly. "But I'll tell you what? You're my best pal, Mark. Hell, I'll let you fuck my sister any time you want."
Julie was almost doubled up with stifled laughter by now. Her sides hurt from holding it in so long, and she was afraid she would let go anytime. She was amused at the way they discussed her, passing her about as if she were a toy to be shared. Not only was she amused, but she was becoming aroused, just listening to them.