"Gotta get some rest," he mumbled to himself as he staggered toward the master bedroom, slamming the door after him.
"He'll sleep tight all right," Denny said through clenched teeth. "He has to get his rest so he can keep his appointment at Wally's Bar."
"Denny!" Joyce snarled at her brother. "Be nice!"
Norma merely stared down at her plate, embarrassed and maybe a trifle angry as she tried to hid her shame. Quickly, Denny excused himself and ran out the front door. It was a beautiful Oregon summer night-cool but not cold-the cloudless sky permitting a clear view of the stars. Tears streaming down his face, Denny walked to the center of the large front yard, sobbing because of the rapid degeneration of his father. He could not comprehend how his father could ruin this summer vacation for Joyce and him. Finally, he stopped crying and returned to the living room. Norma and Joyce sat watching television, wearing their night clothes now-Norma in a see-through negligee and Joyce in her dumb cotton nightie and big red fuzzy slippers.
Staring at the boob-tube. Denny only half watched the corny, tear-jerking love story flickering on the big colored screen.
The movie ended, finally, and Joyce stretched and yawned and said she was going to bed. Denny decided to turn in, too. He followed Joyce into the bedroom, quickly slipped out of his clothes and, wearing only his shorts (as always), climbed into bed.
Joyce spoke softly from her bed then. "Don't be too hard on daddy," she said. "He'll get better. You'll see. night, Denny."
Denny said nothing. Lying on his back, he stared up into the darkness, still angry with their father. He guessed he knew now why their mother had divorced their father and, strangely, he found himself feeling a new respect for their mother-mainly because she had always minimized their father's drinking problem to spare them heartache.
Denny lay there for a long time, restless and unable to fall asleep. Finally, he tossed the covers aside and slid into Joyce's bed. Gently, he snuggled, realizing that his sister had become the only person he could turn to in times of despair. He poked his sister in the ribs. "Joyce?" he whispered. She stirred and his heart beat faster.
"Hunh?" she groaned sleepily. "What you want?"
It was delicious snuggling there beside his beautiful sister. He wanted to discuss their father, but he couldn't force himself to do it. Suddenly, without knowing why, he said: "I wish you hadn't sucked on Rex's prick today at the pond." Instinctively, his hand found her breast and he palmed it lovingly. "I wish you hadn't done it, sis. I–I was jealous, you know?"
"You were fingering my pussy," she said, "and then you told him to play with my boobies, Denny. Don't you remember? You're the one who said to do that."
"Yeah, I guess I did," Denny replied, "but you didn't have to suck his prick and make him come and then swallow his stuff. I thought that was something special between just us-something special just we did to each other," he said.
"I'm sorry, Denny," she said, kissing his cheek, "but I sort of went kooky watching Sue and Ray fucking there right in front of us. I didn't mean to make you jealous."
Both of Denny's hands were lightly rubbing his sister's tits now. "I guess I do understand. I guess Rex and I both got too excited. That's why we jerked off… that's why I stuck my hard-on in your mouth and shot off in your mouth."
"Don't apologize," Joyce said. "I really liked it. Incidentally, I found out where Rex and Ray get their rubbers. They buy 'em at Sherman's Pharmacy-from that weird guy who works there. Sue told me his name is Ben-Ben Krump. Denny, maybe you could get a rubber and then we could fuck sometime. I'm getting anxious to try it, Denny. No kidding. Yes, if you get a rubber, then we can fuck and find out what it really feels like. Watching Ray sticking it in and out of Sue's pussy nearly drove me crazy!"
Denny's prick stood straight out now. His sister's talking about fucking had him breathing hard and his balls riding high in his scrotum. Boldly, as he played with his sister's tits, he pressed his hot hard-on against her tummy, trying to arouse her.
To his delight, she reached down and grasped his pulsing erection in her hand. "Don't be angry, Denny," she said, "but I'm sort of tired. After all that bicycling and swimming-and coming twice today-well, maybe we should just go to sleep without getting all excited again."
Denny poked his prick still harder, pumping his hard-on between the fingers of his sister's kneading hand. Suddenly he had to stick his prick into something-anything. His balls tingled. He wanted to come again in the worst way, but he could tell that Joyce was really exhausted.
"Okay," he breathed, "but I'm gonna get us a rubber soon and we're going to fuck this summer. We're going to fuck a lot, sis. I want to fuck you more than any girl in the world."
He ceased fondling his sister's nice tits and got back in his own bed. He lay there thinking about sticking his prick into that tight, hot, wet cunt between her legs. Lying on his back that way, his stiff rod seemed to be burning a hole in his right palm. He was too excited to get to sleep, he knew. Feeling Joyce's erect nipples had him needing to come bad. Why did she always seem to have this incredible power over him?
He fondled the head of his dripping cock, tickling it and wondering if he should jerk off. Maybe he was degenerate of some kind, as Joyce often suggested. He had already come twice today and still he wanted to shoot his sperm once again! Rejected by Joyce, his thoughts turned to Norma and her obvious invitation to be "alone" with her sometime soon. Yes, he would have to "give her a hand" all right, just as she had suggested. Suddenly he realized that very possibly he would score his first fuck with Norma instead of his sister.
Still tickling the head of his swollen organ now, he slowly grew aware that the TV was still playing in the living room. Norma is still up, he thought, breathing hard. She's still up! He slipped out of bed, then tiptoed to the slightly open door across the room. He studied Norma, still watching a late movie, reclining on the couch in her nightgown. Was her hand between her legs? Was it moving? And wasn't the hand at her tit and the hand at her pussy moving in a kind of rhythm. No, he decided, it had to be his imagination. But the curves of her ripe, full body were clearly visible through the sheer material. That wasn't his imagination! Uncontrollably, he emitted a soft groan as he peered at this woman who had loved and who knew how to love. Here was no inexperienced girl or frightened sister fearful of her reputation, or whatever. No… Norma would know all about making them both come in delicious and adult ways.
Denny tucked his hard-on up under the elastic band of his under shorts, disguising it, then went in and sat down abruptly beside her on the couch. Only the flickering light of the TV set illuminated the room.
"Norma," he said. "I can't get to sleep. I heard the TV on, so I decided to come out and talk awhile."
"I'm glad you did, Denny," she said, her eyes briefly dropping to the bulge at his crotch. He had seen her do it! She had glanced hungrily at his cock. He was certain of it!
"I couldn't sleep either," she said, parting the couch beside her. "Your father is snoring quite loudly, you see."
Denny sat down, his gaze fastening on the whiteness that showed where the strap of her nightgown had slipped down onto her upper arm. A woman, he thought again. Not a girl but a beautiful woman who had loved and who knew how to love. As she watched TV, Denny studied her ripe, full breasts that seemed ready to burst through the sheer, skimpy material of the nightgown, the shiny blond hair streaming down over her shoulders and the darker blond hair of her cunt, the firm and luscious body beckoning there in the flickering light.
He wondered if her state of semi-undress and tantalizing position were just a coincidence. She had jerked him off, very subtly, just last summer, while applying medicine to the poison oak on his cock and balls, and she had let him suck on her breast that other night so long ago. Could be possibly have misinterpreted her meaning when she had asked him to help her around the house someday-when they were all alone? He didn't think so, but at the same time he wasn't sure either.