Whose hands had caressed his sister's teenaged bosom, he wondered, mentally running through the boys he knew were in her class at school. Technically, he knew that she was not yet allowed to go out on dates alone… only group gatherings. But knowing MaryAnn, he was sure she could have easily gotten around that. Oh, she was full of surprises, his older sister!
'Well, I haven't tried it yet,' MaryAnn continued, at last replacing the comb to her brother's desk. 'But…' she stood up, and Rick saw that the crotch of her denim shorts had gotten caught between her thighs. He gulped as she wriggled a bit and pulled down the fabric. How did it feel there between her young, luscious white thighs when the material got bunched up there? he wondered. It must feel good, he thought, trying to put himself in her place.
'But…' MaryAnn continued after a dramatic pause, 'tonight we can go see for ourselves!'
'Go see… but where? What do you mean!?'
'Out back!' MaryAnn replied impatiently, with a sharp gesture toward the window, as though Rick were addle-brained for not understanding immediately. 'You can see right in their window!' she finally added, seeing that her little brother's face did not yet appear enlightened.
'B… bbb… should… I mean… do you think we ought…?'
'Well,' MaryAnn bristled, having already thought it out in her mind, 'we can hear everything, can't we? What's the difference if we see it too?'
There was no moon at all, it not having risen yet, when MaryAnn entered Rick's room through the bathroom. They were usually not in the habit of knocking before entering each other's rooms, but tonight, MaryAnn tapped lightly before entering. She was very excited about what they were going to do, but decided to hide as much of her nervousness as possible from her brother. She had never for a moment faltered in her determination to spy on Don and her mother. It served them right! But she knew that Rick was not quite as enthusiastic about the whole thing as she was. Therefore, the more natural she acted, the better.
She was wearing her dungarees and sneakers… (for climbing) and one of her favorite sweatshirts. Rick was sitting up in bed, also fully clothed, but wearing a light T-shirt over his levis. It had only been an hour since MaryAnn had left his room, promising to return at the right moment for their adventure, but it had seemed like ages to him. The waiting had been sheer torture, and he'd found himself hoping that his sister would change her mind about the whole thing! It just seemed too daring… and he was not at all sure that he really wanted to see them! How would he react? He was afraid of doing some stupid thing in front of his sister, something that would forever cast him out of her good graces.
But now it was too late, and MaryAnn had arrived as promised. She told him of how she'd listened in the hall as Don and their mother ate a late supper. They'd had lots of wine, and after dinner drinks, she confided, and then giggling, they'd turned out all the lights in the house and gone into the bedroom. Now was the time to go out back, and there wasn't a second to lose!
Rick had felt his anger rising at the very story of their intimate supper and the part about the giggling had him fit to be tied. Feeling feverish and on edge, he stealthily followed his sister out his window, jumping softly to the ground beside her on the outside. The sweet scent of Eucalyptus trees greeted them as they made their way around the other side of the house where they could already see a yellow patch of light shining from their mother's bedroom.
When each of them had finally reached the window, and were standing directly outside, MaryAnn was the first to look in. She saw her mother's big double bed in the center of the room, bathed in the lamplight from the dresser. MaryAnn's heart skipped a beat, and she drew her brother closer so he could see. Just a few feet away lay their beautiful, young mother, completely nude, stretched out on the bed. They both gulped and stared, bug-eyed as they saw the entire scene in its minutest details.
Laura's head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed angelic features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy. The children might not have recognized her if they didn't know better! Don was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely apart on the bed, and he was running his lips moistly up and down her exquisitely proportioned body. They could see wet traces along her cream-like skin, where his tongue had lovingly passed. Her large heaving breasts trembled and the nipples stood up high and hard as his mouth sucked upon them, then he began to move downwards along the gentle slopes of her torso and quivering belly. Hotly, his tongue flicked out along her stomach, and then down toward her inner thighs. Laura writhed beneath his caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his sandy colored hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft glistening pussy.
Both Rick and MaryAnn leaned forward, holding on the window pane for dear life. MaryAnn felt her knuckles aching from the pressure she was exerting to keep herself raised on tip-toes in order to see in the window. Beside her she heard her brother's breath coming in harsh gasps. She could not move. She wanted to run away screaming, but she could not. It wasn't a movie she was watching now… it was real life! It was her mother and new father! She tried to blot out the lewd sight before her, but couldn't. She had to watch. She was hypnotized by this obscene performance, yet she knew she ought to leave… and her younger brother… what must Rick be thinking? She wished desperately that she had never proposed this horrid idea. But it was too late now! She remained glued to the spot.
Beside her, Rick trembled and bit his lips. The nude body of his mother was presented to his wondering eyes in all its glory. Never again would he have trouble imagining a woman's body! His mother was absolutely beautiful, he thought as he gazed admiringly at the enchanting figure spread out on the bed before him. It was like watching some strange pagan ritual in the adventure stories he read… where they sacrificed the beautiful woman on an altar. Only this was of course different. His mother's torment, he knew was acutely pleasurable to her, despite her pained expression… and somehow even though he felt a distinct feeling of hatred toward Don, his mind was able to detach itself from these feelings and to concentrate solely upon his mother and upon her rapture.
Don had gotten his new wife so excited that she lay back, her mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void. Now Don positioned himself between her lovely thighs, his face within moments of touching her soft curling pubic hair. Laura's belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as Don's hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.
MaryAnn and Rick jumped slightly, and then clung to each other, as they watched Don's fingers separate the outer lips of their mother's moistly shining cunt. The soft and cushiony hair-lined flesh spread slowly apart, exposing the moist coral pink interior of their mother's sensitive pussy, from the small budding nib of her clitoris to the throbbing entrance of her seeping vagina.
Brother and sister felt a tremor of disbelief racing between them, when their stepfather's head dropped down and his long pushing tongue slipped out to graze against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of their mother's warm wet cunt. Laura's whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact at her most vulnerable place. Her long legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her husband's head, letting the soft inner flesh of her full thighs imprison his face in a soft trap. Her hips started a slow up-and-down motion to meet his flicking tongue. Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.
MaryAnn's mouth dropped open. Never in her fourteen years had she even dreamed of such a thing, nor had anything like that been hinted at thus far in any of the movies she had seen. She became more and more disturbed as she watched her mother's body twisting lewdly beneath the prolonged sucking down between her widespread legs. The whole scene took on an aura of unreality, and although she knew that she and her brother were there… standing outside the bedroom window, she seemed to lose all sense of time and space, as weird images danced in her head and strange sensations traversed her youthful body. For some reason, she began to identify with her mother… hadn't they been so close for so many years…? Right up until the time she had met and decided to marry Don? Everything that was happening to her mother seemed, mysteriously, to be happening to her, as though she were connected to her mother by an invisible bond.
Involuntarily, her own young torso began to sway rhythmically against her brother's, in rhythm to her mother's squirming underneath Don's lewdly positioned tongue. She seemed to feel in her own untested pussy, the same nerve shattering lickings that her mother was experiencing.
Unconsciously, Rick was swaying with her, his thirteen-year-old mind and body seething with desire. His sister's warmth inflamed him and as she pushed softly against him, his penis rose slowly in his pants, and he felt ripples of pleasure wherever his body touched hers. Almost without thinking, he moved a little bit behind her, still
