get too many dislocations and pulled muscles and back trouble.' He waved his hand in the air, like a degenerate king in the movies. 'Nope, I'm afraid Walden Flats isn't the perfect place for a chiropractor in semi-retirement.' He took a huge gulp of his drink. 'Truth is, I was sitting in Wally Rakin's Bar. There were a few cancelled appointments, see, and that bar has a sensational view of the street. That's where I saw my two li'l dumplings from-'ol Wally's Bar.
'The bar faces the street, see, and a man can sit there for hours trying to figure out where he went wrong, staring at this hick metropolis. It was a big day in Walden Flats all right. I think I saw five other people besides you kids all day!' He chuckled strangely to himself. 'Yep, five whole people without a damn thing wrong with their necks or backs or anything. Yeah, they probably go into Portland for their adjustments.'
Dabbing at the tears in his eyes, Dr. Martin Reardon, Chiropractor, sniffed and shook his head, pitying himself.
Abruptly angry, Denny strode across the room and changed the TV channel to the news. His sister came to him and he whispered, 'Jesus, he's a bigger lush than he was last summer. What a drag! Sorry, sis.'
'Be nice to daddy,' Joyce said. 'He just doesn't have enough patients at the office, that's all. Go easy on him. He just had a few drinks.'
'A few?' Denny snapped. 'Why did he bother to come home? Well, I know why! He's probably breathed so much booze in patients' faces they just stopped coming to him. Just the way mom said it was in San Francisco when he had his practice there! I bet he didn't retire because he wanted to. I bet they ran him out of town. Do you see Norma? See how disgusted she is with him?'
Joyce kept her back to her father now and wiped tears from her eyes. 'Give him a chance, Denny?' she pleaded. 'Don't talk that way about him now. W-We love Walden Flats, and maybe he does, too. Maybe he had a dream of starting all over again here in this quiet little town, and his dream isn't coming true, and he doesn't know which way to turn, and-'
'Bullshit,' Denny said. 'He knows which way to turn. He turns to the bar and gets smashed and makes everybody miserable.'
Denny shook his head as their father rose and went to the kitchen to fix himself another drink.
'He is our father,' Joyce said.
'Yeah, look at our father,' Denny replied.
Martin Reardon slipped and fell into his chair. Then he crinkled his nose, grinning and making a shooshing signal with his fingers at his lips as he stared in the direction of the kitchen.
'Be nice to him, Denny,' Joyce said. 'Maybe we can make him change.'
But being nice to the drunken Martin Reardon was a 'pain in the ass,' Denny thought. He became just as intoxicated as he'd been the previous night. His senses were so numb from alcohol he couldn't tell what was nice and what was un-nice. As the four of them feasted on the delicious roast beef Norma had prepared, Martin Reardon, Walden Flats' only chiropractor, ate like a hog. Eventually, he belched, then tried to wipe his greasy hands on the tablecloth and stood up, bleary-eyed. There was grease all over his mouth and chin as he kissed everyone passionately.
'Gotta get some rest,' he mumbled to himself as he staggered toward the master bedroom, slamming the door after him.
'He'll sleep tight all right,' Denny said through clenched teeth. 'He has to get his rest so he can keep his appointment at Wally's Bar.'
'Denny!' Joyce snarled at her brother. 'Be nice!'
Norma merely stared down at her plate, embarrassed and maybe a trifle angry as she tried to hid her shame. Quickly, Denny excused himself and ran out the front door. It was a beautiful Oregon summer night-cool but not cold-the cloudless sky permitting a clear view of the stars. Tears streaming down his face, Denny walked to the center of the large front yard, sobbing because of the rapid degeneration of his father. He could not comprehend how his father could ruin this summer vacation for Joyce and him. Finally, he stopped crying and returned to the living room. Norma and Joyce sat watching television, wearing their night clothes now-Norma in a see-through negligee and Joyce in her dumb cotton nightie and big red fuzzy slippers.
Staring at the boob-tube. Denny only half watched the corny, tear-jerking love story flickering on the big colored screen.
The movie ended, finally, and Joyce stretched and yawned and said she was going to bed. Denny decided to turn in, too. He followed Joyce into the bedroom, quickly slipped out of his clothes and, wearing only his shorts (as always), climbed into bed.
Joyce spoke softly from her bed then. 'Don't be too hard on daddy,' she said. 'He'll get better. You'll see. night, Denny.'
Denny said nothing. Lying on his back, he stared up into the darkness, still angry with their father. He guessed he knew now why their mother had divorced their father and, strangely, he found himself feeling a new respect for their mother-mainly because she had always minimized their father's drinking problem to spare them heartache.
Denny lay there for a long time, restless and unable to fall asleep. Finally, he tossed the covers aside and slid into Joyce's bed. Gently, he snuggled, realizing that his sister had become the only person he could turn to in times of despair. He poked his sister in the ribs. 'Joyce?' he whispered. She stirred and his heart beat faster.
'Hunh?' she groaned sleepily. 'What you want?'
It was delicious snuggling there beside his beautiful sister. He wanted to discuss their father, but he couldn't force himself to do it. Suddenly, without knowing why, he said: 'I wish you hadn't sucked on Rex's prick today at the pond.' Instinctively, his hand found her breast and he palmed it lovingly. 'I wish you hadn't done it, sis. I–I was jealous, you know?'
'You were fingering my pussy,' she said, 'and then you told him to play with my boobies, Denny. Don't you remember? You're the one who said to do that.'
'Yeah, I guess I did,' Denny replied, 'but you didn't have to suck his prick and make him come and then swallow his stuff. I thought that was something special between just us-something special just we did to each other,' he said.
'I'm sorry, Denny,' she said, kissing his cheek, 'but I sort of went kooky watching Sue and Ray fucking there right in front of us. I didn't mean to make you jealous.'
Both of Denny's hands were lightly rubbing his sister's tits now. 'I guess I do understand. I guess Rex and I both got too excited. That's why we jerked off… that's why I stuck my hard-on in your mouth and shot off in your mouth.'
'Don't apologize,' Joyce said. 'I really liked it. Incidentally, I found out where Rex and Ray get their rubbers. They buy 'em at Sherman's Pharmacy-from that weird guy who works there. Sue told me his name is Ben-Ben Krump. Denny, maybe you could get a rubber and then we could fuck sometime. I'm getting anxious to try it, Denny. No kidding. Yes, if you get a rubber, then we can fuck and find out what it really feels like. Watching Ray sticking it in and out of Sue's pussy nearly drove me crazy!'
Denny's prick stood straight out now. His sister's talking about fucking had him breathing hard and his balls riding high in his scrotum. Boldly, as he played with his sister's tits, he pressed his hot hard-on against her tummy, trying to arouse her.
To his delight, she reached down and grasped his pulsing erection in her hand. 'Don't be angry, Denny,' she said, 'but I'm sort of tired. After all that bicycling and swimming-and coming twice today-well, maybe we should just go to sleep without getting all excited again.'
Denny poked his prick still harder, pumping his hard-on between the fingers of his sister's kneading hand. Suddenly he had to stick his prick into something-anything. His balls tingled. He wanted to come again in the worst way, but he could tell that Joyce was really exhausted.
'Okay,' he breathed, 'but I'm gonna get us a rubber soon and we're going to fuck this summer. We're going to fuck a lot, sis. I want to fuck you more than any girl in the world.'
He ceased fondling his sister's nice tits and got back in his own bed. He lay there thinking about sticking his prick into that tight, hot, wet cunt between her legs. Lying on his back that way, his stiff rod seemed to be burning a hole in his right palm. He was too excited to get to sleep, he knew. Feeling Joyce's erect nipples had him needing to come bad. Why did she always seem to have this incredible power over him?
He fondled the head of his dripping cock, tickling it and wondering if he should jerk off. Maybe he was
