Groping for the right words, he said, "Joyce, my wonderful sister… remember last night when you told me what Roger did to you in San Francisco? Before we left?"
She did not answer. She buried her face deep into his shoulder, as if to hide from her brother-hide from the entire world.
"Sis, I know what you're thinking," Denny said. "But try to listen to me and understand what I say, huh?"
Very slightly against his shoulder, he felt a nod that gave him the courage to go on. "Remember what you told me about Roger Harris? You said that anybody who did that with his tongue to your pussy must love you very much?"
Her head nodded again.
"Well, I feel the same way about what you just did. Now I know you love me, sis. I believe it! It was the most wonderful thing anybody ever did to a man. I–I'll never forget it. I've loved you for a long time now, sis, and I don't know if I can ever really love anybody else but you, or do the same things with just an ordinary girl. You're my sister. We-we both came out of the same pussy, you know?"
Denny thought of his desire for their step-mother, Norma, and he wondered if, really, he was being totally honest. He decided he was being honest. Yes, Norma was completely different. She was older than he, and his desire for her, wanting to fuck her, was a different land of urge. Norma would be more like a teacher, guiding her pupil in his first all-out fuck. But for Joyce he felt genuine love-love and the need to protect her from harm and other males. True, he was sometimes gruff with her, but no matter how crude or insensitively he behaved toward her, he respected her and wanted to care for her.
"We didn't do anything wrong," he said. "What you did to me wasn't dirty or anything, Joyce. It was-well, beautiful.''
Joyce sat up straight then, grinning and shaking her head. "You sure do talk a lot of weird nonsense," she said. "Do you really think I think I did anything dirty? Oh, boy! What a dumb, naive brother I've got! I've wanted to do that to you for a long time. So today I just decided to find out what it was really like to be a-a cocksucker. Nothing more. That's all." She giggled then, ridiculing him. "My mouth was just a little tired, so I was resting. And then you start that garbage about our coming out of the same pussy-our mother's pussy. Wow, Denny, sometimes I think you're really crazy. My brother, the kook!"
Dumbfounded, a little chagrined, Denny stared at his sister in astonishment. "You let me go on and on that way, talking, and you didn't even feel guilty?"
"Why should I feel guilty?" Joyce said, pinching his flaccid prick. "I was just tired. Let's go down and see your friends now, okay?"
Denny watched his sister pluck the fox-tails from her denims, thinking: Girls! No wonder everybody says they're impossible to comprehend! Puzzled, he watched her slip into her panties, and then they both got dressed and presentable.
"I like what you did to my puss," she said. "I hope that makes you feel nice and-and masculine." She extended her tongue, making a face and rippling her fingers across its tip. "I wish I had a drink of water though. Come feels funny on your tongue and throat. Kind of tickly. I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself, Denny Reardon."
Both completely dressed and presentable, they started down through the trees and foliage that led to the bank of the pond. Jokingly, chiding, Denny called his sister a cocksucker three times.
"And you're just and old cunt-licker," she replied. "Ha ha. You haven't even had your pecker inside a pussy yet!"
Giggling hysterically then, they both bent over, hugging each other and trying to stifle their laughter there in the bushes. Finally, when their laughter had sputtered and spasmed to a halt, Joyce fixed a serious gaze on her brother. "You're sweet, Denny," she said. "I understand why you said those things to me, and it was very nice of you. The truth is, I did feel a little weird doing that to you. But you sounded like a-a ham actor or something… a pompous pussy-lapper!"
They both laughed again, and they were still grinning when they reached the edge of the pond and stepped onto the muddy bank.
"Rex!" Denny called. "Hey, Ray!"
The two naked boys ran over, Rex's sister, Sue, right behind them. "We heard you were coming," Ray said. "Welcome back," said Rex.
"Hello there, handsome," Sue purred. Like her brother, she had what seemed to thousands of freckles to go with her straight auburn hair. Ray's skin was without a blemish, though, except for two moles on his left cheek. Denny noticed that his sister slyly studied the cocks of the two boys.
"Allow me to present my sister, Joyce," Denny said in a Boris Karloff voice, and Ray, Rex and Sue greeted her warmly.
"Hey, take your duds off and come on in swimming," Ray urged.
Denny saw that Ray's eyes roamed lingeringly over his sister's ripe body, as if he could hardly wait to see her naked. Oddly, Joyce seemed to be blushing, and it struck Denny as the height of false modesty that he and his sister could have just finished a good mouth-come and now she could seem embarrassed about letting boys see her naked. Eagerly, he began slipping out of his clothes.
A few minutes later, he was in the cool pond, splashing with his friends. Sue stayed up on the bank, talking to Joyce for a while. Then she shed her clothes and the girls joined the boys in the pond for a nude swim.
Soon Rex climbed onto the bank and grabbed the rope that hung from the big tree. "I gotta new stunt," he told Denny. "Watch!"
Rex ran and hurled himself from the bank then, the rope tight in his hands, and then he soared in a wide arc maybe twenty five yards out over the water before he drew his legs up and somersaulted, piercing the water head first in a perfect dive.
From the bank, Joyce and Sue applauded and whistled. "Beautiful!" Denny called as Rex swam back toward the bank. "I wanna try that. Is it hard?"
"Not if you remember to kick your legs up high and pull up with your arms at the same time," Rex said. "But don't do what Ray did when he first tried it. He got tangled in the rope and nearly burned his balls off."
Denny clutched his balls, groaning with exaggeration, then swam to the bank and grabbed the rope. He rehearsed the order of moves in his mind carefully. He drummed up courage, then ran and flung himself off the bank, desperately clutching the rope, terrified. Although he didn't swing as high as Rex had, when he reached the farthest possible point from the tree he imitated what he hoped were Rex's moves. Kicking his legs up high, he completed his somersault but struck the surface of the water, belly first.
He surfaced, screaming, while Joyce and Sue booed his stunt from the bank.
"Pretty shitty," Sue said, with country girl candor. "I mean, really bad there, Denny!"
Ray yelled, "Shut up!" at the girls, who sat on the bank with their knees against their chests, their furry little twats delectable in the Oregon morning sun.
"Not too bad for a first attempt," Rex called to Denny. "Never mind the comments from those two cunts. Next time be sure to swing higher. Get a faster start and spring hard from the bank."
Denny tried it again, running faster than before. He pulled harder with his arms and rose higher above the water. This time he untucked from his somersault on time and entered the pond head first. But his extended penis slapped hard against the water. "Ouch, my prick hurts," Denny said, wincing.
"You guys with big pricks always have problems like that," Rex said. "Us average-sized-pricked guys don't have to worry about that!"
From the bank, Sue made a megaphone of her hands at her mouth. "Tuck your pricks between your legs," she called, giggling and nudging Joyce.
"Why don't you hold your undersized tits under your chin and try a somersault," Rex teased as he tread water.
Despite herself, Joyce laughed. Turning to Sue, she saw that her new girlfriend didn't appreciate remarks about undersized breasts. Her breasts were rather small-much smaller than her own. She had good-sized nipples though, and she would probably be big-chested some day.