contracting young belly seemingly burst apart, fucked lewdly by her own baby brother. Her firm young body slapped fleshily against his, the cumming together lubricating their tightly meshed sex organs impossibly so that the sheets were wringing wet beneath them. Still the hot wet walls of her clasping vagina strained and shuddered throbbingly as her gyrating hips thrust impossibly upward, milking her little brother's jerking young organ like a hungrily sucking mouth.
It was only minutes, but it seemed like hours before both their sweating young bodies were drained, totally drained of everything. MaryAnn's limbs collapsed and lay lewdly spread beneath Rick's embracing form. Occasionally a tremor would traverse them as sensuous memories of their lust returned.
CHAPTER FIVE
Don observed his face in the mirror as he shaved, carefully attending to the spot on his beard that was particularly difficult to reach. He could already smell the odor of frying bacon coming from the kitchen, and he knew that Laura was preparing his breakfast. A momentary flash of anger swept through him as the events of the last evening with the kids returned to him in their full humiliating detail. Fucking their mother had helped him blot the whole thing out of his mind last night, but now it floated up again in his mind and he had the same uncomfortable, uneasy feeling he'd had the night before.
He would have to talk to Laura this morning.
After putting on the clean underwear and shirt that Laura had carefully laid out for him, he donned his khaki work pants and went into the living room. He could see Laura bustling about in her red and black housecoat, buttering toast and cutting it in triangular slices. He approached her, entering the small kitchen and putting his arms gently around her waist.
'Morning, beautiful,' he said, nibbling at her sweet smelling neck. Her perfume sent a shiver through him, and abruptly he released her, going over to the table to sit down.
'Where are the kids?' he asked, unfolding his napkin.
'Oh, they said they didn't feel up to school today, both of them have some kind of virus I think. I hope it wasn't anything they ate last night!' Laura continued humming a little tune to herself as she started scrambling the eggs.
'It could hardly have been anything we had last night… the food was excellent… and besides I'd be sick too!' Don felt unaccountably furious, as he poured himself a hot cup of coffee.
'Are you sure they're not faking?' he asked.
'Why, what ever would make you say a thing like that… if they say they're sick… I'm sure they are…'
'Well… Laura… it's just that you and I are going to have to have a talk about the kids… I think they're getting a little out of hand!'
Laura bristled. She couldn't remember Don ever having called her Laura that way, except perhaps when they first met.
'What do you mean… out of hand?' she replied. The eggs weren't coming out right, and she felt angry at Don for bringing this up now, at the most crucial moment of breakfast.
'I'm… well, I'm not sure just what I mean… but I think we're neglecting some fundamental parts of their education…' Don floundered, wishing he'd waited until evening to broach the difficult subject. He was getting a slight headache just thinking about it.
'Neglecting!' Laura replied, scraping the eggs out onto a platter. 'Just look at these eggs… Here… they're ruined!' She brusquely dropped the platter on the table before her husband and then stood looking down at him, ready to cry at any moment. 'Why they go to an excellent school… I can't imagine…'
'Sit down, honey,' Don said. 'Come on, sit down.' He scooped up some eggs from the platter and some bacon, noting that they did indeed look very strange. 'Now just calm down… didn't we agree that we would try to talk all our problems out quietly?'
'Problems? What problems?' Laura felt a little hysterical… everything had been going so smoothly, so beautifully… how could there suddenly be the enormous problems he was talking about?
'Well, for one…' Don tried using his most calming and reassuring voice, 'for one thing… uh, have you ever taught them anything about the, well, the facts of life?'
'Don… really sometimes I don't understand you… they get all those things at school… they have hygiene classes and things like that…'
'Yes, but have you ever told them anything… actually sat down and answered their questions?' His stomach felt tight as he gulped down a second cup of coffee. He observed his wife's pretty face as she blushed a deep pink and searched for words.
Laura felt the tears starting from her eyes, and angrily brushed at them. Why was he going on about this? The children were much too young to really be interested in that sort of thing.
'Why they're just babies!' she blurted out, rising from the table hurriedly. The china rattled and coffee sloshed from Don's cup as she pushed her chair away. It had turned out to be a horrible morning! Their first argument. Laura rushed from the room, feeling hurt and upset. Why was Don being so mean to her? And about such a silly thing!
She went into the bathroom to throw cold water on her face before she started looking bloated and red, and while there, she thought angrily, 'Why, when they have questions they'll come to me with them!' But she didn't expect that for another year or so… they were so young for their ages anyway!
When a few moments later she heard the front door slam, she burst into tears again, at how unfair Don was, criticizing her that way… for no apparent reason!
She spent the entire day in her room. Once she heard noises outside and she figured the kids were making themselves lunch. But she stayed in the bedroom, she just couldn't face them or anyone else for that matter. She was reading a good mystery novel that helped take her mind off things, and she lay propped up by pillows turning the pages slowly and occasionally looking at the clock to see if it was almost time for Don to be coming home. By the time it was 5:00 she rose and went into the kitchen. He just wouldn't be getting a special meal tonight, she thought, ruefully looking into the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, and withdrawing two TV dinners. While they were thawing in the oven she went into her room and put on a lounging robe that she knew Don particularly liked. Then after brushing her black curls into place on her shoulders, she went down the hall to see how the children were. They seemed to be awfully quiet.
She knocked on Rick's door and after a few seconds, his groggy voice replied, 'Ye… es?'
'It's Mother, Rick, how are you feeling…?'
'Oh, I was sound asleep… so is MaryAnn…' came the answer.
'Oh, well, I won't bother you then… I just wanted to see if you'd be wanting dinner…'
'No thanks, Mom…'
'All right… get some rest then,' she replied, turning from the door, without bothering to open it. As her footsteps echoed down the hall, MaryAnn returned to her brother's bed from the bathroom where she had hidden at the first knock. Her nude young body slipped quickly beneath the sheets beside her brother, and she was delighted to feel his cock rising against her leg, thick and strong again, after their last lovemaking.
'Darling,' she sighed, lowering her hand to caress its warmth.
'Shall we do another page of the book,' Rick whispered, reaching under the pillow and withdrawing the now dog-eared pamphlet.
The next morning as the sun streamed in through the window Laura declared she felt ill, and didn't get up to fix Don's breakfast. She had been surprised the evening before to find when her new husband returned from work, that instead of having softened and apologized to her for that morning's argument, he seemed more determined than ever to discuss the matter of the children with her. The frustrating discussion had gone on until they were both ready for bed, and once under the covers, Laura waited for him to reach out for her. Instead, he said, 'I'll handle the situation myself from now on… if you want to know the truth… you're a lousy mother!'
Now, still in bed, the slam of the front door, and Don's parting words still in her ears, she fried to control her
