Joey remembered that Jane had just broken up with her boyfriend too. But it wasn't his fault. Why should Jane be mad at him?
Joey hung around downstairs for a while. Then he decided to go up and visit the girls. He would tell them that not all boys were the same, and that if he were a boyfriend of either of them, he would never break up with them.
But what he knocked on his sister's bedroom door, Betty told him not to come in. Then he heard the lock snap.
Joey felt bad that he was locked out. All they had to say was that they wanted to be alone.
So Joey forgot shout the girls. At least he tried to forget. He went out to meet the guys and play some ball. But as he waited for his turn at bat, and as he stood at third base when his team was in the field he couldn't help thinking about his sister and Jane. There we something strange going on but he didn't know what. He didn't even know why he thought so. It was just a feeling – a feeling that wouldn't go away.
Betty and Jane became inseparable. And they were usually locked into Betty's room.
Betty wouldn't give her brother any more hand jobs or blow jobs. She scarcely talked to him.
Joey's curiosity was aroused. Now when Jane came over, he would sneak up to his sister's door and listen. But he never heard anything more than low conversation until one day he heard something very interesting!
Joey's flesh began to creep as he stood outside Betty's door and heard what sounded like moans of pleasure coming from inside the room.
At first, Joey thought he was only imagining it.
One of the girls must be singing, be thought. Or maybe the radio was on.
But the more he listened, the more sure be became that the sounds he heard were sexual cries of passion. Those girls were either jerking off together or… But Joey couldn't even imagine more. This was his only sister. Not some weird chick, some dyke.
But Joey couldn't keep his mind from filling with images of the two girls wrapped in a lesbian embrace.
And why not? Hadn't his sister sucked him off – her own brother? If she would do that, why wouldn't she make it with Jane?
Rut what about Jane? A sexy girl like that couldn't be a lesbian. Then Joey remembered how Jane had said, "You boys are all alike." She had said it with real feeling.
Joey was convinced. His sister was a dyke.
He was disappointed – it meant no more hand jobs and blow jobs for him. But he was excited too. The thought that his sister was making it with Jane right there in her bedroom made Joey's prick stiffen.
When he caught his sister alone after Jane and left one afternoon, he asked her why they were always locked in the room together.
"We have a lot of things to talk about," Betty said. "And we don't want to be disturbed."
Joey sat down next to his sister on her bed. She was looking at a magazine, and he couldn't catch her eye. But there was something that was making Joey's prick stir. He didn't know what it was though.
Then, suddenly, he realized. There was a faint odor of cunt juice in the room. It figured, considering what the girls had been up to.
Joey leaned closer to his sister. The smell became stronger. She smelled of Jane's pussy, Joey realized.
Joey quickly grabbed his sister's hand and pulled it to his face. He took a deep breath through his nose. The same funky odor that he'd noticed on his own fingers after he fingered his sister's cunt was on his sister's fingers now.
Betty pulled her hand roughly from her brother's.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked angrily.
Then she slapped him. He hit her back, and tried to ward off more slaps from her. As he did, he fell forward on top of his sister. Their faces pressed together. And then Joey got another whiff of cunt odor.
With a shock, he realized that his sister's face had been smeared with cunt juice. And there was only one way that could have happened. Joey's vivid imagination proved correct – the girls had been eating each other's cunts.
"I thought so," Joey said as he held his sister down. "You and Jane have become lesbians. You've been eating each other."
"Get out!" Betty screamed. "Leave me alone!" Joey let her go and left her alone. He was shaken. And he was thrilled in a strange way, too.
After dinner, while Joey lay on his bed reading a comic book, there was a knock on his door. He thought it would be his mom or dad. So when his sister came in he was surprised.
"Can I come in?" she asked in a low voice.
"Sure," Joey said.
He felt his prick getting hard. He couldn't look at his sister without imagining her in all sorts of perverted poses with Jane.
"Promise you won't tell anyone what you know about Jane and me?" Betty asked.
"Of course I won't tell," Joey said. "What do you think I am?"
Betty smiled. Joey was genuinely hurt by the idea that he might tell someone what she had been doing.
"I know you won't tell," Betty said. "But I'd die if anyone finds out."
"Well, they won't find out from me," he said.
"I haven't told anyone what we did together. And I'm not going to tell anyone anything."
"Thanks," Betty said.
"How did you and Jane happen to uh…" Joey mumbled.
"I don't know," Betty said. "It just sort of happened. I never thought I would do it. But I love it."
"You eat her pussy?" Joey asked.
"Yeah, and she eats mine," Betty said happily. "It's wonderful!"
"But, does that mean you won't do anything with boys any more?" Joey asked.
"Oh, I might make it with boys again," Betty said. "But having my pussy licked is so-o-o-o wonderful!"
"I could lick your pussy," Joey said eagerly.
Joey was almost as surprised to hear himself say that as his sister was. He had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cunt. The idea made him dizzy with lust.
Betty was so surprised she didn't know what to say. So Joey continued his pitch.
"You could show me how," he said. "I'll bet I could do it as good as Jane."
The thought of sticking his face into his sister's cunt was making him drool. And as he tried to convince his sister to let him try it, saliva sprayed from his mouth.
"Jane doesn't have to know," Joey continued. "I won't tell her. I won't tell anyone."
Betty was still silent. But at least she hadn't said no.
"You don't have to do anything to me," Joey went on. "You said you love it. So let me do it to you."
"Okay," Betty said finally.
Joey was leaning forward, every muscle in his body tense. And when he saw his sister beginning to undress, his heart tried to pound its way through his chest.
"Uh, should I get undressed too?" Joey asked.
"If you want," Betty said.
He did want to. And before long, both of them were naked.
Betty climbed up on the bed. Arranging a pillow behind her head, Betty reclined comfortably and spread her legs.
Joey shook as he moved between his sister's legs. He was looking at her cunt. The lips were spread, the pink interior shining with the juice that covered it.
For the first time Joey noticed how the inner lips in his sister's twat resembled little butterfly wings and the darkness of her cavern seemed to be calling to him.
As Joey moved his face toward his sister's cunt, she lifted her knees and leaned farther back. Her cunt moved higher, more accessible to Joey's drooling mouth.
By the time he was within licking distance of her twat, Joey was drunk with its heady odor. His face was bathed in the humid air that hung heavily in the area between Betty's thighs.
Joey stuck out his tongue. He felt his way among the wiry hairs with the tip of his tongue until he found the slot.
"Ah-h-h," Betty sighed at the first touch of her brother's tongue in her cunt.
Joey's brain registered the salty taste of his sister's gash on his tongue. But mostly it was the lust of doing this kinky perversion that made his brain buzz.