Soon he felt the tingling sensation spreading, surging like a magic pleasure-current throughout his entire body. He felt one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced beginning. 'C–Coming… coming,' he cried, shuddering. 'I'm g-gonna shoot out my sperm!' he said. Something told him he should not come inside his sister's mouth. He feared it might turn her off forever. With a mighty effort, he withdrew his hard-on from his sister's mouth just as the gushing torrent began spurting forth. He shoved Joyce's tits together and drenched both nipples with his sticky love-fluid.
Joyce responded by staring in enraptured awe and helping him drain his flesh tube dry onto each erect and waiting nipple. To his surprise, Joyce even bent down and licked a speck from her left breast.
Later, the light out again, Denny said, 'I see why French love is so popular. I bet it feels like a pussy. I never felt anything like it before. Whew! Thanks, sis.'
'Your welcome,' she said drowsily from her own bed.
'Someday I want to fuck your pussy,' he said. 'Will you promise to let your brother do it first-before anyone else? Hmmm?'
'I don't know,' Joyce said. 'We'll see. Maybe. But I'm pretty scared. We have quite a while to think about it. I'll let you know.'
Denny got up, went over and kissed his sister very tenderly. Then he returned to his own bed and pulled the covers up under his chin. Still dazed by the incredible sensation he had just experienced, he began drifting off into a deep and satisfying sleep. He loved his sister very much. He wondered if he could truly ever love another woman. The house was very silent. Denny fell asleep imagining himself with Joyce, and only Joyce, for the rest of his life.
CHAPTER 3
'Out of bed, sleepy heads! Come on! Time to get up.'
Denny peeked from beneath his pillow and saw Norma standing in the doorway. Next to him, in the other twin bed, Joyce's rump stirred beneath the covers. For just a moment, Denny had forgotten he was not in his own room in San Francisco.
'I thought we would all have breakfast together,' Norma said. 'Your father has to be at his office for his first appointment at 9:30. Come on! Rise and shine. Breakfast is almost ready.'
Norma smiled cheerfully until they had both sat up. Then she left them, both staring out the window at the lush, green landscape. The sky was clear and there were rolling green hills and pine trees. There were even a few cattle, neighbors' livestock, grazing within the confines of white rail fences.
Joyce emitted a little squeal of excitement. 'Whew,' she said, rubbing her sleep-filled eyes, as though it were too beautiful to be true, a dream or a mirage. 'A lot different from San Francisco, huh? Look how clear everything is!'
'Naturally,' Denny said, playing the role of tour guide and veteran. 'What did you expect? I told you Walden Flats was different-incredibly different.' He liked the word 'incredibly.'
Joyce tossed her pillow at her smug brother and then they both brushed their teeth, washed and dressed. Denny wore blue denims and a T-shirt with Elton John's picture on the front. Joyce squeezed into tight-fitting denims too, and a yellow blouse. Norma saw them coming through the living room, and when they entered the kitchen she was already putting plates of bacon and hot cakes on the table. She told them to sit down and eat 'while your food is hot.'
Sipping his black coffee, his handsome face bloated and flushed, Martin Reardon managed a gravel-voiced 'Good morning.'
It was good to hear his voice back to normal again-not slurred and mumbling as it had been last night. Denny noticed that his father's hand shook slightly as he held the cup to his lips. Denny wondered how his father managed to work on patients' teeth with such shaking hands. The siblings wished him good morning, sat down and began eating with gusto.
'Well, what do you have planned for today?' their father asked.
Denny washed a mouthful of hotcake down with cold milk. 'We thought we'd ride the bicycles into Walden Flats-maybe drop by Rex's or Ray's-or visit Landon Pond.'
'Good,' their father said, chewing, 'but no hitchhiking, understand? Ride your bicycles. I know it's a long way to ride a bike-all the way into town-but, well, we've had a lot of trouble around here lately with men picking up kids hitchhiking. It's mighty dangerous, so I insist that you use the bikes, all right?'
They promised they wouldn't hitchhike.
'Incidentally,' Martin Reardon said, 'don't be surprised if a big dog charges at you when you're getting the bikes from the garage.' He smiled but his lips were twitching from his hangover. 'Since you were last here, Denny, we adopted a stray dog. His name is Frederick. A weird name, but that's what Norma named him. In any event, he's friendly enough, but he's inclined to be over-protective. Perhaps he's overly grateful for his new home. Don't move too quickly till you know him better.'
Martin Reardon dabbed his mouth with his linen napkin and stood up. Glancing at his wrist watch, he kissed Norma. 'Well, off to the sore muscle and neck-cracking mill,' he said. 'See you kids this evening. Have fun, but be careful.'
Dr. Reardon kissed his son and daughter, then exited through the back door. They heard the engine start, and then the sound of tires on gravel as their father left for his office in town.
Joyce stood up, excusing herself, and went to the bathroom. Norma began clearing the table, and as she bent over, her bathrobe parted slightly and Denny caught a delicious look at the swell of her large, bare breasts. The negligee had drooped too. He strained, straightening in his chair in hopes of catching her nipples, but she wasn't bending low enough. And then, suddenly, her eyes met his and, strangely, she leaned even farther forward, allowing Denny an unobstructed view of her beautiful hanging globes-nipples and all. Denny's heart beat fast inside his chest. Why was Norma letting him feast his eyes on her tits this way? It was obviously intentional. Just last summer he had sucked on those titties. He felt his prick press hard, painfully, against the fly of his denims. Maybe he could fuck her this summer, he thought. Yes, maybe his dream would come true at last!
Norma carried the dishes to the sink then and began transferring them into the washer. Denny did not attempt to help her. He didn't want to stand up. His hard-on would be too obvious. Then, as if his fear of being caught with a hard-on had materialized, Norma said, 'Denny, please bring the salt and pepper over here to the cupboard, would you? Hmm?'
'Uh-okay,' he stammered. 'In-uh-just a minute, okay?' Desperately, he tried to concentrate on other things- anything to make his erection disappear.
'I'll get them,' Norma said, coming back to the table and fetching them herself. Bending over then, Denny saw her eyes fasten to the full erection bulging inside his pants. Yes, she had sighted his stiff cock for sure, because she stared directly at his crotch for several long seconds, a hint of a lusty smile on her full-lipped mouth. Finally, still grinning, she picked up the salt and pepper shakers and returned to the cupboard.
She began humming softly, her back to him as she worked. Her voice was not professional as she began humming softly, but it was satin-smooth and very female and right in tune. She sounded a bit like Helen Reddy. Finally, she said, 'Denny, I'm looking out the window. Now could you bring the other things from the table for me?'
Denny stared down at his hard-on, which had finally dwindled somewhat. 'Okay,' he said, picking up the syrup and butter plate. He went over beside her and set them down on the sink.
Norma faced him then, and once again their eyes met meaningfully. Fluttering her lashes, she raised her eyebrows. 'Be sure to watch out for poison oak if you go over to Landon Pond,' she said. 'We don't want you bedded down again-with your whatchamacallit all swollen again, do we?'
Briefly, Denny stared down at the floor; then he gazed into Norma's mischievous brown eyes again. He knew she was taunting him now. Yes, she had seen his hard-on and now she was talking about poison oak and referring to the time she had sneakily jerked him off. She was making no effort to hide his perfect view of her breasts either. Her robe was still parted and she left it that way.
'No, I certainly wouldn't want poison oak again,' he said, lying and swallowing, unable to take eyes from the
