'I didn't say I didn't believe you,' Judy smiled. 'I only said the story seems far-out.'
She closed the door behind her and walked very slowly toward the bathroom. Was Martha's story true? It almost had to be, yet how could her mother be involved in such an act of incest? She couldn't come right out and ask her mother or John about something like that. Hell, she'd be too frightened to approach her mother in any fashion-no matter how innocent it may seem. If she could be alone with John for a little while she may be able to verify Martha's unbelievable story, but how could she get him alone?
'Hey! Wait a minute!' she whispered to herself as she approached the bathroom door. 'While the others are at the airport I could have at least two hours with John. If only I could talk to him maybe I could persuade him to stay here with me.'
The door opened as she reached for the knob, then her mouth fell open.
'You look as if you've seen a ghost,' John teased at her as he walked out of the bathroom. 'I guess that's the voices I heard.'
'John! Boy am I glad to see you,' she smiled, still wondering how fate could've brought them together at exactly the right time. 'I wanted to talk to you before we left for the airport.'
'Okay, but you'd better talk fast,' he answered. 'Well be leaving in a few minutes.'
'Yes, I know! But I want to talk to you about something which will take longer,' she smiled mysteriously at him. 'Do you think we can find some excuse to stay home while the others are away?'
'Gee, is it that important?' he asked wonderingly, then one look at his sister's face told him it was. 'Maybe I could come down a little ill and you could volunteer to stay home with me. Do you think it'll work?'
'It should work fine,' she glowed with happiness. 'I'm just glad you thought of something; I couldn't think of a thing.'
Within a half hour everyone was ready to leave. John waited till they were going out the door, then folded his hands across his belly.
'Mama, I don't feel so good,' he said, rubbing the area of his navel, trying to appear a little pale. 'Do you mind if I stay here till you get back?'
Barbara looked at hire wonderingly, then noticed he was rubbing the middle of his belly. She looked pleadingly at Tom.
'Maybe I'd better stay with him, Tom,' she suggested, 'he could have a touch of appendicitis.'
John quickly moved his hands to his left side and dropped them a little.
'No, Mama, it's nothing like that,' he tried to correct his mistake. 'It hurts more around here.'
'Look, Granddaddy will be expecting both of you to be at the airport,' Judy smiled at her parents. 'Ill be glad to stay with John. He probably just has an upset stomach, anyway.'
Tom and Barbara looked at each other, knowing Judy was right about her granddaddy-he'd be expecting them at the airport.
'What do you think, Tom?' Barbara asked, looking at her son. 'Will they be all right by themselves?'
'I think so! It's too low to be appendicitis,' he answered. 'Judy, if it gets worse call the doctor, do you understand?'
'I will,' she assured them. 'But please don't worry about John; I'm sure he'll be all right.'
'Whew! That was close,' John almost choked when he heard the car back out of the drive. 'I thought the wrong one was about to stay with me.'
'Yeah! It looked that way for a moment,' Judy shivered at the thought of their plan backfiring, 'I'm glad the airport is on the other side of town; we should have at least two hours together.'
'I can't figure why you couldn't talk with the others around!' he exclaimed wonderingly, then sat in the lounge chair and leaned onto the slightly elevated back. 'Is our conversation supposed to be a secret?'
'No… well… yes! It's a secret in a way,' she answered, looking at him in wondering way. 'I'd like to think we could keep our conversation between the two of us.'
'Okay! I won't tell anyone,' he said gazing into her very mysterious eyes. 'What did you want to talk about?'
'Maybe I shouldn't discuss this with you at all,' she suggested, studying his young face carefully, trying to arouse his interest. 'You're much too young to understand this kind of thing anyway.'
'No! I'm not too young to understand anything,' his voice was somewhat pleading. 'You'd be surprised what I can understand.'
'But can you understand a conversation about sex?' she asked in a teasing way as she watched his face grimace a little. '-'Maybe I should wait till Mike comes home? I'm sure he'll understand.'
'I understand more than Mike does,' he assured her as he thought about Martha and his mother, then his cock began to stir a little. 'I could tell you things about sex you wouldn't believe.'
'Really!' she exclaimed, her eyes falling to his crotch, then she noticed the little rascal was getting a hard-on. That little oblong puffiness at his crotch was very noticeable and she couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from it. 'I didn't realize I was discussing this with an expert.'
'I didn't say I was an expert,' he stared at the floor, his face turning somewhat red. 'I just said I knew something about sex.'
A slight tingling sensation rippled through the tender membranes of her virgin vulva as she watched his little cock stiffen beneath the material of his pants. She felt she'd already found out what she wanted to know but she'd carry the conversation a little farther just to make sure. In fact, she may even tempt him a little with her body if the conversation proved out. Maybe he'd feel compelled to fuck her if he liked what he saw.
'If you know something about sex I suppose it'll be all right to talk to you,' she answered, trying to sound more confident in what she was going to say. She paused for a few seconds while her eyes fixed themselves on his young face. 'Have you noticed the new look on Mother's face today? Even Martha seems to have the same satisfied look!'
'N-n-no!' he grimaced again, then his eyes closed tightly. 'W-w-what d-d-do you mean?'
'The look on their face is what I mean,' she smiled, realizing he'd told her all she wanted to know. 'I knew you wouldn't understand; I'd better wait for Mike.'
'No! Oh God! Don't tell anyone about this,' he pleaded with his older sister. 'You'll get them into a lot of trouble.'
'How could I get them into trouble?' she asked sweetly, taking her seat on the couch across from him, purposely letting her short skirt ride up her trim legs. 'I don't see how a satisfied look could get them into trouble.'
'You just don't understand,' he groaned looking hopefully into her eyes, then his gaze fell to the point on her thighs where the top of her nylons were clinging to the soft creaminess of her flesh. 'Hell, you don't know anything about sex.'
Her labia itched desperately as she watched his short cock come to complete hardness beneath his pants, then she felt her panties become wet with desire.
'No, I guess I don't know about sex; I'm still a virgin,' she smiled at him. 'I don't see what a satisfied look has to do with sex at all.'
He'd never noticed the sensual beauty of his sister's legs before. Maybe it was those sheer nylons clinging to her soft creaminess that made her look _so damned good. Whatever it was he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. He only wished she'd spread her legs a little more; he'd love to look at that pantie-clad pussy of hers.
'A person's look has everything to do with sex,' he answered, his cock throbbing with anticipation. 'Anyone who has been satisfied sexually will surely have a satisfied look on their face. That's why you can't tell on Mama and Martha.'
'Tell on them for what? For having a satisfied look?' she asked, upsetting John even more. 'I didn't say they'd been satsified sexually; I only said they had a satisfied look.'
'Jeez, you don't know anything,' John stated, almost begging for understanding. If word got to his father about Martha and his mother having a satisfied look he'd surely know what had happened-his father wasn't quite as stupid as Judy seemed to be. He got up and walked to the couch, then dropped to his knees in front of his older sister. 'Please… don't say anything about Mama and Martha to anyone, you'll get all of us into trouble.'
Judy smiled at her brother's pleading face, the look of wondering innocence in her eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him-on the defensive.
'How could I get
