He stared for a long time, and then he showered kisses-loud smacking ones-all over the tight hole. Finally, he began working his middle finger in and out of the velvet textured love-nest, watching her juice run into her bung and onto the sheet. In and out… in and out, his finger worked while his sister tossed her head from side to side and moaned.
But no, she would not fuck! "You can do anything to me, Denny! Anything! B-But we can't fuck, Denny! Lick it, though? Please lick it? Hmmm? Hmmm? Hurry up and lick my pussy. But-but what if daddy or Norma came in and-and caught us? I'm so afraid, but go ahead and lick my hole, Denny! Shhhh, quiet, but go ahead and do it! Hurry!"
The idea of anyone intruding and catching them had not occurred to Denny. Briefly, his erection dwindled, but then as he slid down with his face close to his sister's pussy, once again his prick stood straight up, bone-hard.
Crazily, the thought that he had to do what Roger had done to Joyce, only better, struck him at the instant his mouth settled over the lovely mound of soft pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, savoring the delicious scent of pussy and knew at that instant that he would suck pussies for the rest of life… delicious, gorgeous cunts…
Gently, somehow under control, he lifted his sister's ass and began licking just like a dog, tasting every pore of the tangy vagina. Joyce began moaning, grinding her hips and spurring him on with words as his mouth worked. Her voice became eerie, shrill and he was afraid their father and Norma might hear, but then all trace of fear left him and he buried his face in the gushing vagina.
Really, he could not tell how loud she was moaning, because of the fingers in his ears. But now and then she dug her fingers into his scalp and he could hear her sobbing, crying quite loudly because it felt so good, and then her fingers would plug his ears again. Best of all, he loved the way her stomach caved in and out and her bottom quivered in his palms and the entire upper half of her body thrashed as the very best of feelings wracked her delicious, young body.
Yes, she was beginning to come. She was sopping wet, her juice all over the sheet and his chin, mixed with saliva, and finally she shuddered, pushing his mouth away and shuddering, twitching, convulsing, gasping…
They lay very close then, both shuddering, and Denny had the presence of mind to reach over and turn off the light. Finally, Joyce murmured, "Oh, Denny, you took me to heaven. You really did! If you had any idea how good that feels!" She hugged him, kissing his cheek, and then she touched his rock-hard erection and said, "Poor, darling."
"I loved licking you," Denny breathed. "Was it as good as with Roger? Huh?"
"Better," she said. "Much better." She pressed herself very close and hugged him very hard. "But we can't ever let anybody know Denny. Daddy would kill us. Promise you'll never tell anybody?"
"We promised a long time ago, remember?" Denny said. "Why would I tell? I'm not crazy-except about your pussy. I'm crazy about your pussy, sis."
"Ummm, I know. I could tell," Joyce said.
"Does it feel that much better than with-with my finger?" he asked.
"I told you," Joyce said. "It's heaven. There's no comparison at all. How did I taste?"
"Delicious," Denny said. "You can't describe it. You'd have to do it to understand. Listen, why don't you do it to me. Then you'll know. Don't just jerk me off. Suck me off, huh?"
"Denny, you really are basically an evil person, do you know that?"
"Of course I am. We both are. Come on and loss my prick. Suck my cock."
"It's not the same, doing that to a-a boy," Joyce said. "I won't fall for your trap, Denny. Anyway, I already know how you taste. You-you're sort of salty tasting."
"That was second-hand," Denny said. "I'm talking about first-hand."
There was a long silence. Then Joyce said, "Do you really want me to-to suck your prick?"
"Yes," Denny said. "You really should experience it. You-you owe it to yourself. The first time should be with your brother. You did it with Roger."
"Well, just a little."
"Then you should do it to me. Come on." He reached over and turned on the lamp again. Then he stood up beside the bed while his sister sat on the edge of the bed. Staring down, he guided his pulsing shaft into his sister's mouth. Joyce held his balls in one hand and gripped his stalk at the base with the other hand. Then, hollow-cheeked, she began noisily nursing as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, up and down her brother's engorged, dripping member.
Denny spoke to her as he fucked her mouth, telling her how good it felt-to go faster or slower, to take it deeper into her throat or just nibble at the head. His sister's mouth was very wet and hot. Denny guessed it felt very much the way a pussy would feel.
Soon he felt the tingling sensation spreading, surging like a magic pleasure-current throughout his entire body. He felt one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced beginning. "C–Coming… coming," he cried, shuddering. "I'm g-gonna shoot out my sperm!" he said. Something told him he should not come inside his sister's mouth. He feared it might turn her off forever. With a mighty effort, he withdrew his hard-on from his sister's mouth just as the gushing torrent began spurting forth. He shoved Joyce's tits together and drenched both nipples with his sticky love-fluid.
Joyce responded by staring in enraptured awe and helping him drain his flesh tube dry onto each erect and waiting nipple. To his surprise, Joyce even bent down and licked a speck from her left breast.
Later, the light out again, Denny said, "I see why French love is so popular. I bet it feels like a pussy. I never felt anything like it before. Whew! Thanks, sis."
"Your welcome," she said drowsily from her own bed.
"Someday I want to fuck your pussy," he said. "Will you promise to let your brother do it first-before anyone else? Hmmm?"
"I don't know," Joyce said. "We'll see. Maybe. But I'm pretty scared. We have quite a while to think about it. I'll let you know."
Denny got up, went over and kissed his sister very tenderly. Then he returned to his own bed and pulled the covers up under his chin. Still dazed by the incredible sensation he had just experienced, he began drifting off into a deep and satisfying sleep. He loved his sister very much. He wondered if he could truly ever love another woman. The house was very silent. Denny fell asleep imagining himself with Joyce, and only Joyce, for the rest of his life.
CHAPTER 3
"Out of bed, sleepy heads! Come on! Time to get up."
Denny peeked from beneath his pillow and saw Norma standing in the doorway. Next to him, in the other twin bed, Joyce's rump stirred beneath the covers. For just a moment, Denny had forgotten he was not in his own room in San Francisco.
"I thought we would all have breakfast together," Norma said. "Your father has to be at his office for his first appointment at 9:30. Come on! Rise and shine. Breakfast is almost ready."
Norma smiled cheerfully until they had both sat up. Then she left them, both staring out the window at the lush, green landscape. The sky was clear and there were rolling green hills and pine trees. There were even a few cattle, neighbors' livestock, grazing within the confines of white rail fences.
Joyce emitted a little squeal of excitement. "Whew," she said, rubbing her sleep-filled eyes, as though it were too beautiful to be true, a dream or a mirage. "A lot different from San Francisco, huh? Look how clear everything is!"
"Naturally," Denny said, playing the role of tour guide and veteran. "What did you expect? I told you Walden Flats was different-incredibly different." He liked the word "incredibly."
Joyce tossed her pillow at her smug brother and then they both brushed their teeth, washed and dressed. Denny wore blue denims and a T-shirt with Elton John's picture on the front. Joyce squeezed into tight-fitting denims too, and a yellow blouse. Norma saw them coming through the living room, and when they entered the kitchen she was already putting plates of bacon and hot cakes on the table. She told them to sit down and eat "while your food is hot."