'That was an interesting remark, you made, Rick,' he began, wondering if he was making a mistake.
'What… which one?' Rick asked, beaming. The wine had made him giddy and he felt very pleased with himself for some reason.
'About the clams…' Don replied. 'Do you know anymore about that fact?'
'Oh, I hear they make you hot!' Rick snickered.
MaryAnn giggled and poked him under the table.
'Oh?' Don blushed and decided to brazen it out. He'd read a book on child psychology once, but he couldn't seem to remember a thing about it. 'Do you know what that means?' Don asked.
It means what you do to Mom every night! Rick thought, resentfully, but replied angelically, 'No… I don't… what does it mean?'
'Yes, Don,' MaryAnn spoke up, giving him the same burning look, 'can you tell us what that means?' Don tried to focus his eyes so he would see as little of her yawning neckline as possible, but even looking directly at her eyes, his peripheral vision picked up a wide and smooth pink shaded area of naked young flesh. 'I mean…' she continued, 'we have a slight idea I think… don't we, Rick?' she turned to Rick for corroboration, and he grinningly nodded assent. 'But I mean nobody has ever really told us what do you call it… the facts of life!'
'Well uh…' Don averted his eyes and looked down at the tablecloth. The waiter came and removed the dishes and they all sat in stunned silence until he had gone.
'Well… uh…' he began again. 'We'll certainly have to rectify that! Uh!'
The waiter arrived again, bringing hot zabaglione and coffee, and as he set the last cup down, Don felt an unmistakable prod from beneath the table. He could swear that MaryAnn was playing with his knee! Quickly he moved his leg to one side as far away as he could.
'What we'll do is get some books from the library, and on the weekend we'll all have a long talk… OK?'
'Oh, can't you tell us anything right now?' MaryAnn asked, pleadingly.
'Well, it depends…' Don had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. 'What is it that you want to know?'
'When a man puts his thing inside a woman, what does it feel like?' MaryAnn replied.
The ride home was made in complete silence. Don felt mortified. They'd made a complete fool out of him, and yet he kept on reminding himself that it really wasn't their fault. What they were saying was really true, they didn't know the things they ought to have been taught at their age. That was the reason for their disproportionate interest in such things. He intended to have a long talk with Laura… she was just going to have to start looking after her children's welfare… why they'd gotten completely out of hand!
He drove quickly and within minutes the car pulled into the driveway. Don stepped out and opened up the back door. Rick and MaryAnn had chosen to sit together in the back for the ride home.
Together, they walked silently to the door, MaryAnn praying that her mother would be in the bedroom and wouldn't see her wearing one of her best dresses.
Once inside, she was pleased to note that Laura was nowhere in sight, and jauntily she skipped back to her room, throwing a 'Thanks, Don,' over her shoulder. 'Yeah, thanks Don,' Rick added running down the hall after her.
Don looked after them and shook his head. Then he turned to go into the bedroom. Opening the door, he spied Laura in pink chiffon sitting up in bed reading. As he walked toward her he realized he had a raging hard-on, and he wondered why. But it hardly mattered as he sat down beside her and scooped her willing body into his arms.
'Oh, darling,' she sighed, 'I've missed you!'
His hands rummaged beneath the bed sheets, aiming for his wife's warm and tender, hidden pussy.
'I've missed you too,' he breathed hotly into her ear.
CHAPTER FOUR
Beneath the soft light from her night lamp, MaryAnn was still flushed and excited from the wine she'd had at dinner and the stimulation of teasing her stepfather. Her young brother sat across from her watching curiously as she probed behind her dresser. She had invited him into her room, promising to show him something 'very interesting!' and now, she was clearly fetching whatever it was from a secret hiding place.
Rick felt consumed with excitement too. MaryAnn had not yet removed the revealing dress that made her look so womanly, and he thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful, with the possible exception of his mother. Watching as she bent over, he saw the dark tips of her swelling orbs of her pale breasts jiggling slightly, and she retrieved a small white book from behind the chest of drawers.
'What is it?' Rick suddenly felt hot all over. He started to undo his shirt, and then just took it off completely. He hated shirts!
MaryAnn came and sat on the bed next to him, and handed him her secret treasure.
'I found it in Mom's room once… it was in her drawer!'
Rick looked at the title of the book. 'Marital positions' it said. 'Ten positions for the execution of normal marital intercourse, with foreword by Dr. Milton Zerkowitz.'
Hastily Rick opened to the first page. To his astonishment there before his eyes, was a photograph of a woman lying on a bed with her legs widespread. And there was a man between them! His large pendulous cock was sunk all the way to the hilt between her raised legs. Clearly, Rick could see his long thick pole disappearing into the slender hair-lined slit of the woman's vagina! It was in almost all the way, only a little bit was left showing outside of the wide-stretched hole between the woman's open legs.
It looked very wet between the woman's thighs, and her face was distorted in an expression so similar to the one Rick had seen on his mother's face that very night before, that he gasped.
He had never seen a picture of a man and woman fucking before, and he could feel his veins constricting, and his heart thumping as he continued to examine the graphic photo.
He looked at the man's hard and strong body. 'How he must feel,' he thought. 'It must be fantastic!' A stab of acute jealousy ran through him as he wondered just when he would know that same forbidden sensation. Beside him, he felt his sister's warm breathing close to his naked shoulder.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that this must be the way MaryAnn had looked when she was making love to whoever it was. Her legs must have been spread open in much the same obscene way! Curiously, he glanced sideways at her youthful face. She was studying the picture as though she had never seen it before… although Rick assumed that she had looked at it many times already. He noticed that her lower lip was trembling slightly as she gazed at the open book before them, and that her eyes were heavy, the lids also quivering lightly. While he looked at her he saw her squirm a little on the bed, and press her thighs tightly together. Looking down, he could see her rose-tipped breasts in their full glory, nestling precariously in a low-cut strapless bra. The fact that she was wearing such a womanly item of apparel suddenly aroused him beyond anything he'd known thus far, and suddenly his hand reached out, and he slipped his fingers down beneath one young, ripening breast.
Squeezing hard on the soft mound of his sister's flesh, he heard his own voice demanding, 'Is that how you looked when you did it?' He was glaring into her eyes, noting how shocked she was both by his action and his question.
'Rick!' she responded, 'What?' And then her arms were around him, and laughing shakily, she told him that she had lied.
'No… I've never… never… I swear to you!'
Rick felt her breasts nudging into his chest as he pulled her still closer to him, the book fluttering from his knees to the floor. Rolling back, they found themselves lying together on the bed. There was silence until Rick began planting moist kisses upon her bosom, his arms comfortably encircling her small waist.
The memory of the photograph burned excitedly in his head, and the now familiar terrain of his sister's body was revealed more and more to him as he undid her back zipper and peeled the dress away. Already, in the back seat of the car, returning from the restaurant his fingers had traced loving lines along her upper thighs, and hers
