other boys. And people would notice that Denny didn't date other girls either. Yes, Bill's telephone call was only the beginning of the nightmare to come. She and her brother would have to become masters of deceit, always putting up a false front. And suddenly she realized that she and her brother would surely have to date others-so nobody would guess their unnatural relationship!
This realization was spooky, but it came to her with great clarity, and she found herself smiling fetchingly, seductively, at Bill. Oddly, Bill represented the enemy, just one of many more to follow, and she knew her present smile as only the first of many in a long series of deceptions. She would have to inform Denny of this great truth she had just hit upon. Abruptly, she reached out and patted Bill's cheek.
'Sure, Bill,' she purred. 'I'd love to go with you to the movies next week.'
Norman began calling from the living room then. 'Rex's and Sherry's time is up,' he yelled. 'Everybody here in the living room for the next spin!'
Both Rex and Sherry looked disheveled as they exited the bedroom. There was a huge come spot on Rex's zipper and his prick was still bulging against his fly. Five minutes wasn't much time in which to fuck, but Joyce wondered if they had sucked or what. She wished she could have watched them feeling each other up and squirming and groaning with the big hard-on standing up and drooling.
Once again, everybody sat in a circle on the floor, except Rex and Sherry, and Norman spun the bottle. The first spin stopped with the bottle pointing at Denny. Norman spun the bottle to select his partner, and this time it stopped pointing between Sue and Julie, the girl Ray had played sex games with in the theater last week.
Norman squinted, trying to make an unbiased decision. 'I say it's pointing more at Julie,' he said. 'Denny and Julie get to spend five minutes in the bedroom!'
As Denny disappeared into the big bedroom with the pretty redhead, Joyce felt a strong surge of jealousy, but she somehow managed to control herself. She told herself: I can never, never let the others see the way I really feel.
'Your brother ain't gonna get fucked even if he's got hisself a rubber,' Sue whispered in Joyce's ear. That Julie fucks sometimes, but mostly she's just a big tease. She's got a steel hole instead of a cunt, few boys who've fucked me tol' me so!'
Because of the liquor, they both giggled at the steel cunt remark, but Joyce still felt strongly jealous.
'And she's got little ball bearings for titties,' Sue added. 'Denny'll be lucky to git jerked off. Take my word for it.'
They both went into the kitchen again for fresh beers. Bill arrived and opened the cans for them. Then he took Joyce's arm. 'Come on, Joyce. Let's you and me slip outside again, okay?'
Joyce winked at Sue, then followed Bill out to patio. The instant they stepped onto the patio, Bill grabbed Joyce hard and pulled her against his rising prick. He ground his open mouth hard against hers and began kneading the cheeks of her ass, pulling her to him ferociously, hungrily. Joyce didn't back away from the erect cock that pressed against her cunt. But she turned her head away, then stared stupidly at him. Even though Bill meant nothing to her, she realized a display of horniness between them might dispel rumors about herself and her brother. She even pumped her hips a little at his hard meat that speared urgently.
'Let's have a little more vodka,' she slurred.
Interpreting her remark as a preliminary to all-out sex, Bill hurried into the kitchen and returned with a near-full glass of vodka. He took a big swallow and Joyce did, too. Then they curled up on the canvas swing and Bill unclasped her bra and began kissing her neck and playing with her bare titties. Joyce went on letting him dry- fuck her tummy and squeeze her nipples. They laughed, feeling the effects of the vodka as their sex play crescendoed in intensity. Joyce liked his prick. It was very hard and dribbling just the way she liked them. She began slowly jerking him off and wondering if she dared lower her head and lick the come from the end of his member. Her cunt was gushing and tingling and she wanted to take his prick and maybe even his immense balls all the way into her mouth.
Bill's finger was teasing her clit now and she was breathing very hard, almost ready to go down on the big throbbing hard-on. But suddenly she heard Denny's voice, very close and very angry. He had finished his session with Julie.
'Get up!' Denny commanded. 'Stop making a fool of yourself with this creep!'
'I–I like him,' Joyce defended, releasing his swollen shaft, trying to disguise what she'd been doing. 'I'm making friends with the boy who called our father, Denny. Yesh, this here's the anonymish telephone caller. Isn't that right, Bill?'
'Correct,' Bill replied, snuggling closer, ignoring Denny. 'Why should your own brother have you? I want you all to myself, and that'sh why I called your dad.' He feasted on her left tit.
'You both sound drunk!' Denny spat. 'Get up, Joyce. Now!'
Joyce had never seen her brother this angry, and even through the alcoholic haze she knew she'd better get up fast. She tried to get up, but it was too late. Denny lunged, grabbed Bill by his shirtfront and jerked him to his feet. 'Rotten bastard!' he shrieked. 'You're the fink who called my old man!'
Stupidly, Bill would not be quiet. He muttered thickly, 'Want your sister all to yourself, doncha? Y-You're nothin' but a goddam pervert, Denny. Nobody can fuck her but you, huh? Well, we'll see about that! Wait till I call the drunken Dr. Reardon and tell him his son wansa fuck his daughter. Yeah, I think I'll call him right now. Let go my shirt, ass hole!'
Denny took deliberate and frightening aim, then landed a right first directly to Bill's jaw. Bill staggered backwards, and fell face first into a flower bed. Screaming, Joyce jumped up and grabbed her brother's shoulder. She barely recognized him. He trembled all over and his eyes were blazing.
'He didn't mean it, Denny!' she yelled. 'Please don't do this, Denny! Don't!'
Denny whirled and silenced her with a vicious backhand to the cheek. Joyce dropped to the ground, then stared up, not believing her brother had struck her. She began sobbing drunkenly and hysterically as she rubbed her face in disbelief. 'How-How could you, Denny?' she cried, her chest heaving. 'After our promise? After what we said to each other. W-We took a vow, Denny Reardon…'
Bill managed to struggle to his feet and now came at Denny menacingly. Sobbing, not wanting to see the outcome, Joyce fled through the big house and out the front door. Stumbling, partly from shock and partly from the vodka, she made her way along the dirt shoulder of the two-lane road in the general direction of the Reardon house. It was a long way and she was not certain of the direction, but she did not care. Denny had slapped her, humiliated her in front of everybody, and anguish and self-pity consumed her as she staggered for the safety of home.
Then, headlights approached from behind, the car turned after passing her on what appeared to be a dirt road ahead. Did it stop in a cluster of pine trees? She could not be sure. She pushed on-sobbing, tripping, wondering if maybe Bill had left the party to take her home. She hoped so. She felt quite drunk now and she knew she should not be all alone out here so far away from everyone.
CHAPTER 8
Joyce had just passed the dirt road onto which the car had turned when she sighted the hunched figure of a man, not more than ten yards away, come running directly at her. Her hands clamped over her mouth in horror and she stopped dead in her tracks frozen with fear. She wondered if this could be a nightmare or maybe a hallucination from drinking too much vodka. There was no one to help her, not a car in view, and she was alone with this approaching monster.
She nearly wet her pants as the big man grabbed her gruffly, picked her up in his powerful arms and ran back toward the cover of the trees. Kicking, screaming to no avail, terror surged through her. She had never felt so alone and helpless. She screamed louder, louder, but the man's huge hand clamped tightly over her mouth, muffling her screams for help.
'You don't want me to knock you out, do you?' the deep voice asked. Then shut up or I'll have to put you in dreamland.' He emitted a hideous laugh. 'Besides, I wouldn't wancha to miss any of this, little darlin' virgin cunt. Shut up!'
They exited from the cluster of pine trees then and her assailant slowed to a trot, still breathing hard but
