Even though Sally had been momentarily satisfied, she was too artful to let his hard-on dwindle away entirely. She kept moving her small hand over his sheath of flesh, arousing his gristly erection and blowing steadily into his ear.
"Got any rubbers?" she asked abruptly. Ah wouldn't mind havin' this one up inside mah cunt. Got one?"
Proudly, Denny assured her he did.
"Good," Sally said. "When this movie gits out, maybe you and me kin go off into the trees somewhere and do the job right. I like ya, Denny. You kin maybe fuck me if ya want to."
"Very well," Denny said, feeling a trifle foolish.
Sally spoke like Sue, Denny thought. These country girls were really something else! He guessed he preferred waiting and hoping, as he had with Norma. Yes, without knowing it, Sally was scaring him off! It was insane, he knew, but he had no great desire to fuck Sally's cunt. Sally was the kind of girl who would fuck stallions, bulls! Very indiscriminate, he decided, as Sally's hand worked faster now-up and down on his hard-on, trying to get his "nuts off."
"Uh-I better go and take a-a leak," he blurted abruptly. "Be right back."
She seemed surprised that he would want to leave at such a crucial moment, but she ceased jerking him off. When his hard-on had dwindled away sufficiently, he got up and walked the aisle to the lobby. As he went, he saw that all the girls seemed to have sweaters over boys' laps. Hands jiggled beneath dresses and sweaters everywhere. There were probably a hundred gushing cunts and pulsing hard-ons in the theater.
There were only two girls behind the popcorn and candy counter and a uniformed usher standing by the door of the lobby. Denny went to the men's room, took his prick out and stood pissing into the urinal. Pissing was difficult; his prick was still slightly hard. He stood there, pissing and reading the dirty words written all over the wall. Crude drawings of pricks and cunts fucking covered the wall, and there was the usual assortment of four-letter words: Judy sucks cock, one read. Estelle takes it in the ass, another read. Most interesting of all, though, was: If you got a rubber, Sally fucks anywhere! Denny had to laugh, because it had to be the same Sally he had been sitting with!
Denny slipped his prick back inside his pants and zipped up. He thought of his own sister sitting in this same theater where boys wrote about girls on men's room walls. The thought was almost too painful to bear and he threw it out of his mind immediately. After washing his hands, he decided to go and rescue his sister. He didn't want some idiot writing about his sister on the wall. He dried his hands, stepped into the lobby, and to his amazement Joyce sat nervously on a padded bench, looking about searchingly.
"Whatcha doin' out here?" Denny asked.
"There's a boy named Bill sitting with me," she said. "And-well, he's nice looking, but he's sort of crude. I–I hardly know him and I just don't feel like letting some boy I don't know play with my titties and stick his finger up me. Am I a prude, Denny? I never feel that way with you, or Roger at home, either. But this is too-just too gauche for words. I was looking for you, Denny."
Grinning, Denny hugged his sister. "It's weird, sis, but I feel exactly the same way! This Sally I'm sitting with is practically ready to rape me! And all the while I'm thinking about you! Let's go inside and sit with each other, huh?"
Joyce frowned, thinking. "But that'll look funny," she said.
"Who cares?" Denny asked, taking her hand. "Besides, it's dark and nobody will see us. Come on, sis."
Denny lead the way and they took two seats in the next-to-last row. They were practically alone there, and Denny put his arm about his sister and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Denny," she sighed. "What are we going to do? I feel so much safer and comfy with you than any other boy. I know it isn't right to feel this way about you, but I can't help it."
She kissed him on the forehead and held him tight. He responded by kissing her affectionately on the neck and sliding his hand up and cupping her breast.
"Why should we sit with those other creeps when we have each other?" he said. "We love each other, sis, and there's nothing we can do about it."
Denny's cock jumped to its full erect length now, standing twice as hard and eager as it had with Sally. Guiding her hand to his prick, he said, "Play with my hard-on, sis. Please? This only happens fast with you. Look, feel! I love you, Joyce. I love everything about you."
Gently, her hand groped at the familiar cock, tracing its outline ripplingly with her fingernails. "Denny it's my cock, isn't it? My cunt is all yours, so tell me your prick belongs to me."
"It's all yours," Denny sighed, panting.
Except for last night with Norma, he had never felt such intense emotion with any female. Norma was different, though, he told himself again. Yes, Norma was his instructress. But it was Joyce, his sister, that he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When this vacation was over, it would be just he and Joyce. He could not tell Joyce about fucking Norma, of course, because he had promised to keep their secret. He felt his promise to Norma was just as important as his secret agreement with his sister. He held his sister tighter in his arms now.
Groaning, he kissed Joyce long and full on the mouth. Their lips parted and their tongue tips played darting, twirling games. Her firm breasts pressed hard into his chest as they clung to each other with near desperation.
Suddenly she pulled away from him and her eyes fastened to his in the flickering fight of the motion picture screen. Her lovely Reardon eyes, tender and moist, peered into his Reardon eyes. Then, once again, brother and sister locked in fierce embrace. Denny's hands crept up beneath her blouse and gently caressed her twin, ivory mounds. His session with the coarse Sally had excited him and he was primed for sex play. Joyce, too, had been primed and they licked at each other's mouths hungrily, seeking fulfillment and crushing their eager young bodies together.
"I'll never care for anybody but you," Joyce said. "I love you. Oh, when will you fuck me, Denny? I'm terrible, aren't I? I shouldn't be telling my own brother I want him to fuck me. God, what if we had a baby?"
There's nothing wrong with feeling the way you do," Denny sobbed. "I love you, too, and I always will! The only thing wrong is our fear of your getting pregnant. Babies. If we do things right, there's nothing to worry about. I can use a rubber. Don't worry about getting pregnant and having freaky babies. We'll be careful!"
"You're right," Joyce said. "It is all because of babies. Why does fucking have to make babies? We can do anything we want as long as I never get pregnant, huh? Oh, I want to do everything with you, Denny. That creep down there convinced me for good. I don't want any boy but you!" Again, she crushed him against her.
Joyce wore no sweater. She had guessed it would be too hot to wear a sweater, and only the girls of Walden Flats who liked to jerk off boys in the theater had brought them. Still, despite the lack of cover, Denny slid low in his seat and turned onto his side. They fumbled for a moment until his hard prick stood out and then Joyce muttered, "Umm, your big, hard cock is all mine."
Her hands were all over his genitals then and her greedy tongue probed hungrily at his, then sucking as if she intended to pull it out by the root.
Denny returned the suction and they alternated that way. It was no substitute for the genital sucking they both craved, but as Denny ran his fingers up and down the wet lips of his sister's gushing love hole and her hands milked his pulsing member adoringly, they both understood the special meaning of their tongue sucking. Their tongues became pussy and penis and they feasted at each other's mouths, understanding this as their hands delivered the sex pleasure their mouths were denied in this public place. Their motion increased, their sighs rose.