aware of her seductiveness and will go out of her way to tempt a male, young and old. Her huge blue eyes look out at the world in a confusion of innocence and worldly womanliness.
Her brother, Stan, is two years older. His main interest is in baseball, and at the present time is captain of his team in the local school he attends. The Mitchell family is typical of the next door neighbors in the way they live and play. A small inheritance enables them to live comfortably with financial problems. From the outside, mother and children do not give the impression of being erotically motivated, but each have a sensual nature buried deeply their individual personalities which keeps them in a constant state of sexual arousal. As mentioned, Gloria Mitchell does not indulge in sexual activities personally — she is a voyeur!
Sharon and Stan, becoming aware of the sensual blood that boiled in their young veins, seemed to come together naturally. Unknown to Gloria, her two lovely children had been playing 'house' for many years before she discovered them.
'I can, too!' shouted Sharon.
'You can not!' replied her brother.
Gloria, finishing up the dinner dishes, heard the two youngsters arguing in the large yard at the rear of the house. Glancing out the window, she saw her children standing near the garage, almost nose to nose. She smiled fondly, knowing they were always arguing about something.
It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was getting ready to retire its great red ball of heat for the night. Still, there was light enough for her to see her daughter — dressed in skin tight jeans and an old shirt — take a roundhouse swing of her small fist at Stan.
'You missed!' Stan taunted his sister, stepping back from her as she glared at him with angry eyes. She stood with her fists on hips, legs spread defiantly. Gloria, watching them, realized the thirteen year old girl was becoming quite the young lady — and pretty, too. She had long, ever so long legs, and her hips were beginning to swell outward in womanly curves. She had not noticed it before, but now she saw the pert points of the young girl's breasts straining against the thin fabric of the old shirt.
'I can still do it!' Sharon screamed at him. 'I can I can… lean!'
'Okay,' Stan said, sneering at her. 'But you have to show me.'
'All right, smarty! I will!'
Gloria, wondering what the argument was about this time, saw her two children enter the garage through the side door. Curious, she dried her hands and stepped out into the cooling evening. She saw a light come on in the garage and her curiosity became stronger. Walking to the side of the separated building, Gloria stopped at the window. Peering into the cluttered garage, she saw Stan and Sharon standing in the center of the cement floor. A chalk line had been drawn on the floor in front of them, and Gloria found herself facing the children. If the argument they were having had not been so intense, or if either one of them looked up, they would have seen their mother staring at them with questioning eyes.
'Okay, Sis,' Stan said. 'There's the line. Now remember, you don't get the dollar if I can piss farther than you.'
'I'll get it, Stan,' Sharon said. 'Don't you worry about that.'
'And no fair laying down,' Stan grinned. 'You have to do it standing up… like me.'
'Okay,' Sharon agreed. 'You go first.'
Gloria's ears burned with what she had heard. She had not realized her children used words like that. She watched her son pull the zipper of his pants down and pull out a long and limp penis. Her breath caught in her throat, and her first instinct was to rush into the garage and severely punish the two. But, to her surprise, she could not move. She was frozen to the spot, her eyes wide and staring at the penis of her son as he held it in his fingers. A rippling sensation bubbled inside her body, seeming to settle in her lower stomach, near her pelvis. Gloria had felt this almost identical feeling only during intercourse, and now she was ashamed of it. Not because it was there, but because of the cause — seeing her son's penis!
'Well,' Sharon said, watching her brother finger the long organ. 'What are you waiting for? Go ahead start pissing!'
As if on command, Stan began to urinate. The yellow stream of fluid shot out over the cement floor, spurting a few inches across the chalk line. He arched his hips forward in an attempt to make the stream reach further out, his face screwing up as he tried to apply more pressure on his emptying bladder. As his mother watched, the yellow stream diminished and dripped a few times. Stan shook the organ, then replaced it inside his pants. 'Okay, smart- ass,' he said. 'See if you can do better than that.'
To her horror, Gloria saw her young daughter unhesitatingly unbutton the fly of her tight jeans, then slip them down her smooth thighs. Sharon's fingers slid into the waist band of her, panties and those rolled down to her half-masted jeans. A slight triangle of shadowy pubic hair concealed her pink vaginal lips, and as she stared, still frozen to the spot, yet tingling with growing excitement, Gloria watched her little daughter spread the hair-lined lips of her orifice with one hand. The other came down to sandwich the fingers between the pink folds of flesh. Jutting her hips forward the way her brother had done, Sharon suddenly let fly a stream of yellow-white urine. The trickle grew in force until it was arching toward the chalk line, her pretty face contorted as she strained to force the liquid out with great pressure on her bladder.
The stream of urine splattered on the chalk line for a few moments, then with a grunt of effort, Sharon shot it twelve inches past the line. She shouted in glee. 'See! I told you! I told you!' she turned her head triumphantly toward her brother, who was watching the yellow stream cascade past his own mark. 'I can piss farther than you… I can… I can…'
Gloria's senses returned as Sharon replaced her panties and jeans. Shaking in uncontrollable emotions, she rushed back to the house, all thoughts of punishing the two children gone from her mind. She could not understand the erotic thrill she had received from watching a childish game, yet she could not deny she was sexually aroused.
An hour later, Sharon and Stan came inside, punching and wrestling at each other. Gloria watched them for a moment, love in her eyes for the healthy beauty of her energetic off-spring. Then, she found herself gazing intently at the clothed groins of her daughter and son as they rough-housed about the room. Under normal circumstances, she would have called a halt to their antics, but not now. Dismissing her earlier feelings of horror, she now gazed intently as they wrestled about on the floor, laughing and squealing in delighted happiness of youth.
With flailing arms and legs, the sister and brother became entangled with Sharon on top of him, her head facing his feet. Stan raised his legs and clasped her head between them, her face very close to his buttocks. In retaliation, Sharon slapped her crotch down hard against his face and wrapped her own thighs tightly around his head. Stan's face was buried against the jeans-covered junction of her slender thighs, and he was struggling for breath.
Gloria's own breath came in swift gasps as she watched the position the two had gotten themselves into. From the dark recesses of her mind, remembrance of times past floated into consciousness. She had been in that very same position a number of times with her husband — only she had been sucking on his penis while he licked and nibbled at her genitals. Once more the tingling of sensual pleasure boiled deep inside her belly, flowing in lava- like particles of sexcharged emotions toward her vagina. She felt herself becoming moist down there, and involuntarily her thighs pressed tightly together. A groan came from deep in her throat as the pressure caused her clitoris to throb deliciously. Unknown to her, she was writhing her buttocks on the cushions of the couch as she watched the two teenagers.
Suddenly a howl of pain erupted from Sharon. Stan relaxed his thighs around her head and she pulled herself free, sitting on the floor with legs spread wide. She ran a small hand across the inner surface of her thigh and looked accusingly at her brother. 'That's no fair, Stan. You bit me!'
'I couldn't breath,' he answered, grinning. 'Besides, I didn't hurt you all that bad.'
'You did!' she pouted, rubbing her thigh high up near her crotch. 'I'm not going to wrestle with you any more.'
Gloria became aware of herself now, and fighting down the intense feeling of impending orgasm in her genitals, she said, 'That's enough, you two,' she realized her voice was trembling and tried to control it. 'Time for bed.'
'Bed?' Sharon said, her eyes blazing with anger. 'It is not, Mother. It's only eight o'clock.'
'By the time you get your bath over, it will be time for bed.' Gloria insisted firmly. 'Besides, you two have been terribly rowdy tonight.'
