Chapter 1
Janet Martin hummed happily to herself as she moved around the small living room, dusting and waxing the few pieces of furniture. Her face lit up as she murmured to herself, "He's coming home, he's coming home tonight." After ten long years overseas, her husband Phil was coming home. She paused in the door to the kitchen and surveyed the room, musing over the fact that she probably would never get to know what he really did all those years. He had been picked for some strange, secret agent type of job in a small kingdom in the Middle East whose name she could not even pronounce. The secrecy of the job kept her and their twins, only six years old when he left, from going along. For ten seemingly interminable years they had only been able to exchange occasional letters passed through secret channels.
As she turned toward the kitchen, musing at the strength of the love that had kept the marriage together, the back door crashed open and Judy and Tom, the twins, dashed for the refrigerator in a welter of sun-tanned legs and arms. By the time the screen door had slammed closed with its usual bang, they had the door to the refrigerator open and were rifling the shelves.
"Hey, Mom, what time do you think Dad will be home?" Tom's already manly voice muttered around a leftover chicken leg.
"His letter didn't really say for dinner. And go easy on that ice cream, young lady," Janet ordered, viewing with alarm the dish being loaded by Judy.
Judy patted her flat, tan midriff, exposed between the short shorts and halter top she was wearing. "Don't worry, Mom, I won't get fat."
Janet smiled. "That I'm not worried about. But that ice cream is for tonight, so go easy on it. And speaking of tonight, have you two got your signals straight?"
"Oh, Mom, don't worry. Judy and I'll get out of your way." Tom reached for the container of milk. "All you have to say is poof and we'll disappear."
"Right," Judy agreed. "We know darn well you haven't seen Dad in ten years." She smiled. "And we'll plug our ears. You know how thin these walls are."
"That's enough, young lady." Janet blushed slightly. She had tried to raise the twins with a less puritanical upbringing than she had had. In that she had succeeded, but they could easily make her blush.
"Just kidding." Judy gave her mother a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.
"See you later, Mom," Tom called as he headed out after her.
As Janet cleaned up the table she thought about the closeness of the twins. At sixteen, they seemed to be real friends, with few of the squabbles that usually erupt. From that her thoughts turned to their looks. Tom was turning out to be a younger edition of Phil-tall, straight and slim with dark hair and eyes. Judy, on the other hand, seemed to follow more in her footsteps, a petite blonde with a trim, youthful figure, well-filled but not too full. As she finished cleaning the sink, Janet wondered how Phil would look after ten years.
She had been captivated by his dark good looks when they were in college. He evidently had been the only real choice for the mission he had taken on: his appearance was almost Arabic, and he had a remarkable gift for languages and accents. She smiled as she recalled how, when they had been dating, he had propositioned her in six languages one night. She had not given in that night to that approach, but it certainly had been the most unusual she had ever received. After giving the kitchen one last going over, she headed upstairs and peered into the room to be shared by the twins. It was crowded with the twin beds and two dressers, but the curtain she had installed down the center of the room should give enough privacy for the, she hoped, short time they would have to remain in this house. Satisfied that things were in reasonably good order in that room, she went on to her room. The hot afternoon July sun slanting through the curtains reminded her that she had to hurry.
She quickly stripped the dirty sheets off the twin beds which she then pushed together. Stuffing the sheets into the laundry hamper, she took out clean ones and began to make the bed. She remembered that first time with Phil. It had been a beautiful spring day, and he had made her promise to follow him wherever he took her on that picnic. When they had finally stopped walking after turning off the old logging road and leaving the car, they were in a small, isolated clearing. To get to it, Phil had had to push aside a barrier of thorny vines. As she spread the blanket and began to set out the lunch they had brought, he carefully pushed the vines back into place.
Before uncorking the bottle of wine they had brought along, he stripped off the shirt he was wearing and stretched in the warm sun. After opening the wine and pouring two cups, they began eating. Several cups of wine later, Janet began to feel a bit warm. Phil gently urged her to take off the sleeveless blouse she was wearing.
"Why, Philip Martin," she had objected.
"Why not, you've got a bra on. And that covers as much as any bathing suit I've seen you in."
"Well, I guess so." She began to unbutton the blouse, blushing slightly as she let it slide down her arms and then set it to one side. She leaned back on her arms, thrusting her barely concealed breasts upward unconsciously.
As Phil poured her some more wine he admired the flat expanse of her stomach surmounted by the full but not too large breasts. When she reached for the wine, one strap slipped slightly and a bit more of the tender flesh of one breast was exposed. Phil's pulse quickened at the sight, and he moved closer to her. A feeling of recklessness stole over
Janet as she gulped down the wine, held the cup out for more, and said, "Why don't you get your legs tan, silly. Otherwise you'll look like a plucked chicken come the swimming season. And I'm sure your underpants cover you like your bathing suit does."
Phil set down his cup and began to unbuckle his trousers. As he skinned them down his legs he turned his back in embarrassment. Janet drank some more wine and admired his trim manly hips before he sat down. When he stretched his legs in front of him she could see a telltale bulge in the crotch of his underwear. A few wisps of dark hair down his belly spread below his navel before it disappeared under the waistband. After sipping some more wine he moved close to her and gently turned her head toward his.
She felt herself slide deeply into the kiss he gave her, and as his tongue probed her lips she parted them and welcomed its intrusion. As she reveled in the mingling of their mouths she felt his hand steal up along the length of her rib cage. Her pulse quickening as he kneaded the skin below the bottom of her bra, she wrapped her arms around him and tumbled backward onto the blanket. Suddenly she flinched as his hand crept over the covering of her bra, then she abandoned herself to the thrill of his touch as he gently massaged the fullness of her breast through the thin cloth.
They broke the kiss, and his hand continued its gentle caressing of her breast as they gazed at each other. As he looked down at the work his hand was doing, she glanced down the length of his tanned body. His swollen organ was barely concealed by the overstretched underwear. She had the urge to reach down and free it from its covering, and as his hand ceased its pressure on her breast and slid down her side to the zipper on her shorts she found her hand, almost uncontrollably, sliding down his body and covering the telltale bulge. Her senses flamed as they kissed again and she felt the zipper of her shorts slide downward as she pushed her hand under the elastic band of his shorts and fumbled clumsily with his cock.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. When he saw the passionate agreement to his unspoken question, he slowly stood and slid off his last covering. His rampant cock speared outward from his groin as he gazed down at her. Almost as if hypnotized, she stood and walked toward him, reaching for his rearing penis. As she handled it, eyes downward and watching, he slid his hands up her body and around her back to unfasten her bra. She relinquished her hold on him only long enough to let the straps slide off her arms. He marveled at her firm breasts and gently tugged at the erect nipples for a moment, before sliding his hands down to her loosened shorts and pushing them over the swell of her hips.
They dropped down her tanned legs and she stepped out of them. Almost reluctantly she released his cock and pulled him into a tight embrace. She felt it stab at her belly as his hands pushed under the waistband of her panties and kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. She eased the pressure of her hips against him as he pushed the panties over her hips and knelt to draw them down her legs. His warm breath brushed her thighs as he helped her step unsteadily out of her panties. He reached upward and pulled her down onto the blanket with him. She rolled on her back and spread herself in the sun for his exploration.
He leaned over her, his eyes and hands busy at her breasts as he gently tugged and rolled her nipples, making them swell tautly. As he brought his mouth down and began to suck a nipple, his hand slid down her belly into the fine blonde hair of her crotch. Janet gasped at the sudden surge of feeling as his fingers gently probed her pussy, parting the lips and caressing the moist interior. Her legs spread wide, she abandoned herself to the fiery passion sweeping through her body as he probed her. She reached downward to again capture his cock, fondling it, joggling his testicles gently with her fingers. His gentle fingers found the tiny bud of her clitoris and set her hips twisting with his touch.
Putting a pillowcase on a pillow, Janet remembered how she had spread herself in welcome as he positioned himself over her. Her willing hands anxiously guided his prick into her eager cunt. Gently, so gently, he probed into her, thrusting gradually deeper. It seemed to her as if nothing existed but that giant, probing piston pushing ever deeper into her. A flash of pain cut briefly through her passion, then was engulfed in a burning feeling of fullness as he pushed completely into her. He paused, and the gentle look on his face showed that he knew this was her first time. Then he gently began to move in her, triggering new fire in her loins. Her hips began to counter him as he drove in and out. The world disappeared to her; all that existed was the act. His mind was overloaded with the sensation as he gradually quickened the pace. Her breath quickened as sensation grew and overwhelmed her, until she was being torn with a series of uncontrollable spasms, and still he moved, taking her to the crest. As she relaxed from her peak of feeling she felt his cock jerk inside of her, jetting sperm into her in hot spurts.
Marveling at that afternoon so long ago, Janet patted the pillows into shape and drew the spread over them. They had rolled in the grass and played tag, and when he caught her he took her again, pounding into her willing cunt with an animal-like lust which she matched, thrust for thrust. Three days later they had married. They were young then, he twenty and she only eighteen, and passionate. He never seemed to get his fill of her, and as often as he filled her, she wanted more. Even when they discovered that she was carrying the twins they kept on, finding new positions to permit them to have sex in spite of her swollen belly. For almost seven lovely years they'd had that life, then he had been called away. Before he left, they had discussed remaining totally faithful to each other. He had claimed, and she had finally agreed, that for either of them to remain completely without sex for as long as it looked like it would be, was impossible. Janet tucked away the last of the dirty laundry and remembered the few men she'd had over those years. Only one, Jake Wilson, had ever stuck in her mind. He had known the situation, had never tried to disrupt her marriage. He was married now, just a few months, and Janet saw him occasionally. She had had he and his wife over for dinner shortly after the honeymoon. The Wilsons were very much in love.
As Janet got ready to shower she recalled how early that evening the Wilsons had wanted to leave. The twins had been out, and Janet gently made that known to them. An hour later they had come back downstairs, flushed and happy as they greeted
Janet in the kitchen just finishing the dishes.
Janet paused to glance at her nude body just before stepping into the shower. Standing up straight, she admired her still firm figure. She reached up and gently touched the nipples of her firm, well-shaped breasts. The sudden sensation made her suck in her stomach with a gasp. In the shower, as she soaped herself, she noted that the years had been good to her. Her figure was still as firm as Judy's, only slightly more mature. Her mind turned to Tom. He was turning into the spitting image of Phil. As she carefully bathed her crotch, working soap into the hair, she wondered about his sex life. She was certain that like any healthy sixteen-year-old today he was more experienced than even she suspected. The small house made for a minimum of privacy anyway, and the twins had been fully aware of the few men she had brought home. Usually Judy had slept in the same room with her, but on those occasions had had to share her brother's room. Janet didn't know that anything had occurred between the twins, other than the usual childish exploration at about age eight, but suspected that there was a somewhat more intimate relationship between them than might be conventional. In addition, they frequently double-dated, and drive-in movies were popular.
"Well," Janet said aloud as she patted herself dry, "I've tried to raise them right. Having Phil home sure will help, though. I just am never sure how to approach the thing with Tom." She gasped when she saw the time. "God, I've got to hurry!"
Hastily she pulled on her sexiest bikini panties. Then she pulled out the brand-new outfit she had splurged on. It was a one piece set of hostess pajamas, with a deep V neck that plunged clear to her waist. Her breasts, barely concealed, joggled slightly under the thin fabric as she hurried downstairs to prepare supper. When she dashed into the kitchen, Tom was standing next to Judy, his arm around her bare midriff as she made salad. Hastily he pulled his hand back. "Hi, Mom. Why don't you just settle down and have a drink while Judy and I get the dinner ready?"
"Well," her voice trailed off. "Okay, you two work on the food, I'll have a drink and set the table." She smiled to herself as she dumped ice into a glass for a Scotch and soda. Yes, she thought, Judy and Tom are very close. She busied herself with setting the table. Sipping her drink between trips from the kitchen to the dining area of the living room, she tried to decide if anything should be done about it. Was incest really all that bad? Thank goodness Phil was coming home. He'd have an answer. She smiled again as she thought of Phil and dug out the candleholders they'd received as a wedding present.
A frown of worry crossed her face as she dusted them off. Phil must have changed after ten years. What will he be like? she wondered. He had a harem over there, with four wives and several concubines. How can I match all of them? She studied her reflection in the silver. How can one woman take the place of seven or eight?
The sound of the front door slamming brought her abruptly out of her musing. She turned and her voice came out a squeak. "Phil, oh, Phil!" She dashed across the room and into his strong, tanned arms, crushing herself to him in a deep, sensuous embrace. He swept her up, holding her close, pressing his groin into hers, thrusting boldly in the same old way he used to when he came home from work. His hand slid down and grasped her ass as she wrapped her legs around one of his thighs. The cries of the twins at the sound of his suitcase hitting the floor brought Janet back to her surroundings and she tried to disengage herself slightly. Phil set her gently on her feet and freed one arm to welcome Judy into his embrace. She was unconsciously sexy as she pressed herself to him in welcome. With his other hand he reached out and drew the more reserved Tom into the tight little group and encompassed them all in his grasp. For a time the only sound was Janet trying to sniff back her tears of joy.
The sudden sound of something sizzling in the kitchen finally shook Tom loose from the group. "Holy cow, there goes dinner!" He dashed for the kitchen as the other three untangled themselves. Phil gave Janet a deep, searching kiss, then walked into the living room, one arm around Janet, just brushing the underside of her breast, the other around Judy. He held them close, saying nothing. As they settled onto the couch Tom came back into the living room carrying a tray full of glasses, bottles and ice cubes. He placed it on the coffee table and then squeezed onto the tiny couch next to his sister. She looked at him, a knowing look in her eyes, indicating another passionate embrace between her mother and father. Janet finally broke the embrace, her nipples tingling as they brushed the soft fabric of her outfit. The group broke into animated conversation as Tom fixed drinks. Phil accepted his and waited while the others got theirs.
After sipping his, he collapsed back against the couch and sighed, "God, it's great to be home." He looked at his wife with hungry eyes-eyes that made her flush. He turned to Judy and marveled, "My God, you're beautiful, girl! And all grown-up. Almost as beautiful as your mother."
Judy blushed and sat up straighter, her young breasts pushing out the crisp, white blouse she wore.
He looked next at Tom. "I can see you're no boy any more. Not at your size."
Tom beamed. "Six feet, one sixty. Same as you."
Phil laughed, his white teeth flashing in his deeply tanned face. "One seventy-five now. Getting fat." He took one arm from around Janet and slapped his stomach. "God, it's good to be home." He pulled her close again. "Why don't you two see about that dinner you're cooking?" Tom and Judy went off to the kitchen. As they left, Phil was gently stroking his wife's cheek, as she snuggled up to him.
Janet found herself growing giddy through dinner, giddy with the wine and with joy. Finally, after the last course and coffee had been served, they adjourned from the table. As she sat on the couch under Phil's arm, his hand began to creep down and caress her breast gently, just above the nipple. Sipping another glass of wine, Janet leaned back, thrusting her breasts upward, oblivious of the children as they arose and excused themselves quietly from the room. Phil's hand became bolder, cupping her breast, gently teasing the nipple into prominence. Wordlessly, she slid her hand down to gently stroke his thigh, watching the bulge in his trousers as she trailed her fingers up toward it. He moved his attention from one breast to the other, now sliding his hand under the fabric. The nipple pushed boldly into the palm of his hand as he rubbed gently over it, bringing a gasp from her as she touched his growing cock.
Boldly, he pushed the strap of her top down over her shoulder and the cool air brushed her nipple into even greater stiffness as she reached over and began to unfasten his trousers. His eager hands extracted his cock from its coverings and it jumped upward boldly, demandingly, as she felt her other strap slide down her arm. She freed herself from the top of her pajamas, and regrasped his erect prick, caressing its entire length. She bent and placed a lingering kiss on its purplish crown, then engulfed it in her mouth as Phil raised her hips and pushed her suit the rest of the way off. They turned and he eased her transparent panties down her legs. As he freed them from her feet his breath pulsed warmly on her mound and she opened her thighs to him.
As she continued to mouth his organ, he began a deep, probing kiss of her cunt. Finally, almost ready to come, she pulled herself away and reversed her position as he lay on the couch, his prick glistening with her saliva. Swiftly she straddled him. As he reached up and grasped her breasts, she raised herself and positioned his cock, then settled down onto it. The well-remembered sensation of completion and fullness spread through her as she began to move. Phil looked down and watched as she raised herself and then let herself drop onto his impaling spear. As she sank he thrust upward slightly, driving into her to the hilt, their pelvic bones striking together. He felt himself stretching to reach even deeper into her, striving to touch bottom. Her hair spread down over her face as she bowed her head and moved up and down, faster and harder each time. Soon they were moving together, the springs of the couch bouncing him up, driving him deeply into her. Without thinking, her reflexes added a forward twisting motion to her pelvis with each stroke, scrubbing their pelvises together, further stimulating them. He held back his climax as long as he could, and finally, as he thrust deeply into her as hard as he could, he felt her cunt spasming around his spurting cock as she collapsed on his chest, panting and moaning all at once.
They lay that way, the aftershocks of their coupling shuddering through them, murmuring words of love to each other. As his spent cock began to shrink, she whimpered slightly and pressed herself to him more tightly. He tried to hold his erection, and the slight movement he made in her triggered new contractions of her cunt. The electrifying feeling of the movement inside her stimulated her, and brought new life to his prick, swelling it and pushing it back deeper into her. She groaned pleasurably as he began again to move gently inside her. As he warmed up again, it seemed as if he was more sensitive than ever to her, the warm slipperiness of her channel stimulating him further. Slowly he drove in and out of her, having rolled over so as to be on top. He would pull back almost all the way, then slide gently and slowly in relishing the incredible sensations from his supersensitive cock. Again and again he slid into her, a little faster and a little deeper as her breathing quickened. Soon he was again driving to full depth in her, filling her completely as she spread her thighs and tried to gather in more of him. Suddenly his climax was on him and he drove into her, his prick jumping as new jets of sperm shot deep into her. Her pulsating cunt milked every drop from him as he collapsed across her in total exhaustion. As he dozed off, he thought he heard a slight sound in the dining area, but was too tired to look up. He also realized he still had his shirt on and his pants were down around his ankles.