Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the only thing that kept him going. The days were getting harder and harder as his resentment grew of his new father and his mother. He'd overheard them talking once… his ears had perked up when he realized they were talking about him and MaryAnn.
'They'll get used to you, Don,' his mother had said, in an assuring tone of voice. 'Give them a little time. They'll adjust!'
He'd felt like screaming out… 'NO, I'll never adjust… never! And neither will MaryAnn!' He knew that MaryAnn felt the way he did, but he didn't know any of the details of her thinking. He was really afraid to ask her… and in a way he thought, they were both hoping it all might go away if they tried to ignore it.
Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his favorite things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer. His tears gradually abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him. The tree fringed window of his room admitted a dusky twilight. It was another beautiful California summer evening. He could see his baseball bat lying in the corner, his mitt, and lined up against the wall, the track trophies he'd earned last year. Somewhere in the house a door slammed, and Rick's ears strained to hear if it was his sister, or just Don, returning late from work. The sound of his mother's laughter echoing through the house told him it was his new stepfather. Where was she anyway? Was she right at this very moment spreading her legs… that was the way he'd heard it was done… and was some boy (WHO?) putting his thing between them? Was she crying out the way Mother did all the time? He began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his long legs out behind him. His penis was once again hard and stiff between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the mattress of his bed. By moving ever so slightly he would create greater sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and grinding his entire pelvis into the bed. Beneath him, the impersonal mattress took on new forms and shapes, and soon he could actually feel his sister writhing nakedly beneath him. She was calling his name, her arms holding him tight, as she raised her lips to kiss him, and he was loving it, loving her, feeling his cock upon her, feeling her tongue, her breasts beneath his chest. The fuzzy area between her legs was rubbing against his heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute. His sister, too, was going to cum. She was screaming and carrying on just like Mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!
'Nnnnnnnngh!' he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into the pillow… 'Oh MaryAnn… ooooooooonnnnnngh!'
His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from his corporeal body. It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it was there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it came spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year-old cock, spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up fever in his balls.
'Oh Jesus,' he sighed, 'Oh God, it's good!'
He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in between his legs… and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone had entered his room and turned on the light!
'MaryAnn!' he cried, staring at her in disbelief. 'What are you doing here?'
'I thought I heard you call my name,' she said. 'I was right next door in my room. You seemed to be making quite a racket in here… What are you doing?' She looked around the room suspiciously, and then back at her younger brother's face. Her gaze drifted idly downward toward his stained and still bulging trousers. Embarrassed, she turned her eyes away and Rick moved quickly toward the bathroom that connected their rooms.
'I've been in my room for hours,' she called after him. 'Came in through the window… I can't stand going through the house anymore… it's such a colossal bore, if you know what I mean. Besides, Mom could care less where I am!'
She heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and not knowing whether Rick had heard her or not, decided to remain silently until he came out. After a few seconds, he reappeared, a tall, lanky boy, big for his age, wearing his terry wrap-around. MaryAnn tried to keep from looking toward her brother's groin, but she was curious to see if he was still big down there.
'Was the movie any good?' Rick asked, noting her eyes lingering just below his belt line. He tried to appear nonchalant as he moved away toward his bed, but his knees felt wobbly and weak, and he knew that MaryAnn would be able to tell that he was nervous.
'Oh the usual,' she replied, not going into detail about the X rating movies she'd been sneaking in to see, using a fake ID card. She usually tried to go at least once a week, considering it an essential part of her education, and today's movie had been a humdinger. There had been detailed close-ups of everything, and she'd found it all particularly interesting in the light of recent developments at home.
Her clear, hazel eyes sparkled now at the thought of what Antoine, the hero of the movie had done to Carita beside the swimming pool of her estate. But right now she was wondering just what her brother had been up to, and why he had called her name if he'd thought she wasn't there!
She wondered too, if she should tell him of her new discovery. She decided to wait a while before telling him how she'd been passing her mother's bedroom window had discovered that one could see perfectly clearly into the room… right through the sheer curtains. She'd realized at the time that her mother would have no reason to pull down the shades since there were no neighbors behind them, and ordinarily no one was in the narrow area behind their house. It was a narrow alleyway, and nothing grew there but weeds, and behind that a large wooden fence divided their property from the vacant lot next door.
The small ranch style house was situated upon a medium sized lot in the dry flat area outside of San Francisco that spread out away from the city towards the airport. Even though the area had originally been designated as middle income, the property had been rapidly deteriorating around them since they'd been living there and MaryAnn had heard Don say to her mother that soon they would move to a more desirable place, maybe in Marin County where he usually worked, and where they would not have to listen to the sounds of the jets overhead night and day, or hear the whooshing traffic from the highway.
MaryAnn settled her small compact body into Rick's desk chair and picking up a comb from his desk, began to comb through her long straight hair. She was thinking about how much she hated the house, and although she was not really too fond of Don thus far, she nevertheless hoped that his promise that they would move would turn out to be a reality. She knew that in other, higher class houses you could not hear through the doors and walls, and she visualized this one fact as a possibility that all of their lives might one day return to normal.
But what normal meant, she was no longer sure. Normal was supposed to be having both a mother and a father. The mother stays home and takes care of the house and children while the father goes out to work. She was glad that her mother no longer had to go and sit typing in an office in the city every day, returning home late each night pale and haggard, but somehow now that she was home when she and Rick returned from school, it was more of an annoyance than anything else. She was almost like a stranger to them now, wearing her hair in odd new styles, constantly rearranging the living room furniture… experimenting with weird recipes that usually didn't turn out too well. When they got home she'd most often be bustling nervously about the kitchen, on the verge of tears because she'd misgauged still another Julia Child recipe, and Don's dinner was not going to be what she had hoped.
Then, when and if the kitchen situation ever got under control, they would see her rush into the bedroom to change into one of her new outfits before Don got home. She'd return, flushed and made up, looking beautiful but a little out of place in the Early American style living room, in a flowing gown of diaphanous chiffon, or see-through culottes that started at her navel, topped with a light revealing blouse.
'It's funny,' MaryAnn suddenly said, breaking the long silence between her and her brother, 'how we were so glad in the beginning that Mom was going to get married… and now it's turned out to be so awful!' She continued absentmindedly combing her hair, unaware of her brother's curious looks from the bed.
'Yeah,' he replied. He was watching the curve of his sister's young breasts, beneath her blouse as she raised her arm in the easy combing motion. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra, because he could see the firm round protrusion of her nipples, tight and small, pressing against the white cotton fabric of her clothing.
'Would you like to see what they are really doing in there?' MaryAnn suddenly asked. She hadn't intended to, but somehow it had just slipped out. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer. What good was a secret anyway if you didn't tell someone?
Rick felt his recently satiated young penis leap to attention beneath the soft blue terry-cloth of his wrap- around. What did she mean by that? His eyes never left the button-like tips of his sister's breasts as his mind began rapidly working.
'Sure,' he replied casually. 'Why not?'
