Chapter 2
"Ricky! Hey, man, come out of it! You spaced out? Come back to planet Earth!" Ricky heard his sister's voice as though from far away as he sat in the porch swing reliving the events of the evening, grooving on the memory of those hot female bodies, each beautiful in its own way-one soft and yielding, the other firm and demanding-locked together in lustful sharing.
"Hey, Ricky, come on! You tripping on something stronger than pot?" Wendy was shaking him, and Ricky opened his eyes to look at his slender, dark-haired sister.
"Tripping?" he muttered. "Well, if you consider memories and lust a trip . . . yeah, am I ever."
"Well, whatever, you'd better snap out of it. Sheila will be home any minute, and you don't want her to find you sitting here with your cock in your hand and your eyes all dopey."
Ricky looked down in surprise and found that he had indeed unzipped his pants during his reverie about Alix and her Lesbian lover and was squeezing it rhythmically in his hand. That Lez bit had really turned him on. He was usually cool, even when it came to sex, but not now, not where Alix Harper was concerned, not after seeing the churning waves of passion the English teacher kept hidden under her iceberg exterior.
"Yeah, mustn't shock Sheila," he said, easing his swollen rod back inside his pants. "Poor thing shocks so easily."
Wendy giggled. "For once, you even shocked me."
Ricky grinned wickedly as he tugged his zipper up. "Not you. You're the most unshockable person I know."
Wendy grinned back at him. "Thanks to you. A girl has to grow up fast when her brother is Ricky Garrett."
"You bitchin'?"
"No, I dig it."
"Okay. So how was your date with Teddy? Was he his usual, cock-happy self?"
"You better believe it! He was so hot he creamed his jeans before he could get his dong out and into me," Wendy said. "He cussed a blue streak, but I fixed it and made him happy again. I got him hard with my mouth and balled him half to death."
"Your mouth?" Ricky's eyebrows shot up. "Hadn't you better slow down a little?"
"Just following your example, brother dear," Wendy said. "From what I hear, you've got the hottest lips in town."
"Maybe, but you don't have to do everything I do. We're not competing in a teen-age, sexual Olympics, you know."
Wendy giggled again. "If we were, I'd win. I'm the best lay in Point Storm, and you know it. Not just the best fourteen-year-old, but the best."
"Oh? Who says?"
"Ask anyone," Wendy said. "From Teddy on up to the Mayor."
Ricky stared at her unbelievingly. "The Mayor? You're putting me on!"
"Why should I?" Wendy said. "Big Bill digs fresh, young cunt, so why not mine? Besides, you're always rapping about looking out for number one, and who knows, maybe I'll want a job with the city some time."
"But he's an old man ... a fat old man!"
Wendy shrugged. "So? You fucked old Miss Frazer."
"Rachel Frazer is only forty," Ricky said, "and she was very grateful. She'd been without a man for a long time."
"So grateful you got an A," Wendy laughed.
"I'd have gotten one anyway if I'd had time to study, but I was busy editing my paper then."
"Yeah, I know. You really shook up the citizens with that until Shaver made you close it down."
"And it's one more reason why I hate him," Ricky said. "He can't seem to get it through his head that a dude has to do something for entertainment in this dumb town."
"Yeah, and the only free, non-fattening, fun thing to do is screw," Wendy said. "How come we've never tried it together, Rick? You've balled most of the chicks in school and a good percentage of the married women, but you've neglected your little sister. How come?"
Ricky gave her a disgusted look. "Because you're my sister!"
"What difference does that make? You're the cat who's always telling me sex has nothing to do with morality, and I've got the same equipment as Miss Frazer or Tess Evars or Katie Polaski, so why ball them and not me?"
"Miss Frazer and I had what is called an interesting relationship," Ricky said. "Mrs. Evars is another story. She is a very passionate woman whose husband neglects her, or so she says. Anyway, she's better off with me than with some older guy who could cause her all kinds of trouble."
Wendy snickered. "I'll let that pass. Now let me hear your excuse for balling the Polish butterball."
"First of all, my dear sister, I haven't done that yet, although I intend to. Secondly, Katie has a problem. She thinks nobody digs her because she's plump, so I'm just boosting her morale . . . giving her a psychological lift, you might say."
"Oh wow! What a liar you are!" Wendy said, plopping down beside him on the swing. "You're getting to be as big a phony as the people you're always rapping about."
Ricky grinned at her. "So I'm a walking rip-off. Who do you know who isn't? There's not one real, honest person in this whole town."
"Yes, there is," Wendy said. "Miss Harper."
Ricky threw back his head and laughed. "Alix Harper? She's the biggest phony of them all!"
"I don't believe you," Wendy said flatly. "Nothing would make me believe you've fucked Miss Harper. Not even you could make it there."
"No, I haven't, but I know who has."
"I don't believe you," Wendy repeated. "You're just trying to change the subject. I want to know why you won't fuck me. Just think how convenient it would be to have someone right in the house all ready to go whenever you get a hard-on."
Ricky made an irritated gesture. "Will you knock it off? Convenience isn't all that big a deal, and besides ..."
"And besides, I'm not the member of the family who turns you on, am I?"
Ricky's head snapped around, and he stared hard at his sister. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm not blind. I've seen you looking at Sheila. Every time you eyeball our dear mother's long legs and big tits and rolling butt, you get a hard-on. Don't deny it, man, I've seen it! And Sheila knows it too. She even plays up to it. Any woman who comes on so moral with her kids wouldn't forget and come out of the bathroom with only a towel held in front of her or sit across the room from her son with her legs so wide apart that you can see the whole way up to her crotch.
Consciously or unconsciously, she knows the two of you are involved in some kind of Oedipus thing."
"You're crazy!" Ricky said. "We never have . . . she wouldn't ... I wouldn't!"
"Save your breath," Wendy said. "You'll never convince me."
"Look, Wendy, you're wrong, dead wrong. I know Sheila's only thirty-four, and I've balled a lot of women older than she is, and I admit she's the most beautiful broad in town, but . . . well, things like that just aren't done!"
"Not even by the king of amorality? I thought you prided yourself on all the dirty things you did."
"Oh, shit! You don't understand! You're too young to understand what a psychological barrier there is, what a taboo exists and how society has always ..."
"Psychological barrier? Taboo? Society? Is this Ricky Garrett talking? The free soul who loves to blow people's minds?"
"Shut up!"
"You'll do it some day. You won't be able to help yourself. Something will happen that will push you over the edge, and you'll fuck Sheila and then there'll be hell to pay."
"No! I never will, never! You're way off base. My big think is Alix Harper," Ricky said. "And Mom doesn't pay any attention to me. She's got a thing going with Ron Graves. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she made the marriage scene with him sometime soon."
"Yeah? Then how come she went off on a date with Baxter Shaver tonight?"
"Window-dressing," Ricky said. "She's not quite ready to admit publicly that Ron is her choice, and it looks respectable for a career woman to date the principal of the local high school."
"Does it also look respectable for her to fuck him?" Wendy asked.
"Damn it, will you cut that out? She's not, I know she's not! Sheila's got better taste than to put out for that slimy, bug-eyed pig!"
Wendy snorted derisively. "Yeah, she's got such good taste that she'd like to ball her own son."
Ricky took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. "That's enough, Wendy. You're wrong all the way down the line, so forget it. Nothing like that has ever happened and it's not going to because ..."
"Because you're going to let me release all those tensions she builds up in you when she struts around in her bikini or forgets to button her robe from the waist up. You've got a hard-on right now just from talking about her. How about I blow you?"
"No! Now shut up! I don't want to hear another word about it!"
"Aw, come on, Rick," Wendy wheedled. "Let me do a quick job on you before Sheila gets home."
"No, I don't need you. I have other things going for me."
"Like what? You were sitting here beating your meat when I came along. If you can't do better than that ..."
"I can," Ricky said tightly. "I can get Alix Harper any time I want her."
Wendy laughed at him. "Don't put me on! Miss Harper is the original Miss Touch-Me-Not. You couldn't get near her with a ten-foot pole ... or a ten-foot cock."
"That may have been true yesterday, but it won't be tomorrow. Something happened that's going to change everything."
Wendy caught the note of triumph in her brother's voice and stared at him questioningly. "Something that's gonna make her dig you?"
"No. It'll make her like me even less than she does now, but that doesn't matter any more. If I hate her and she hates me, it'll just make it all the better when she has to do what I tell her to."
"You've flipped," Wendy decided. "You've had this yen for Sheila for so long that it's scrambled your brains. You need a shrink."
"Will you forget Sheila?" Ricky said impatiently. "You're the one who's hung up on the Oedipus crap! What I'm trying to tell you is that I've got a lever to use on Alix Harper. Any time I tell that hypocritical virgin to roll over on her back, she'd better do it, or she'll be the sorriest gal you ever saw!"
Wendy shivered slightly. "Don't talk like that! You scare me when you lose your cool. How can you make her do something she doesn't want to do?"
"With these!" Ricky said, taking the pictures out of his pocket and handing them to his sister. "Take a look at them. See the beautiful, dedicated, moral Miss Harper wallowing in Lesbian filth with her bull dyke girl friend!"
Wendy held the snapshots so the light from the living room window fell on them. "Wow! Oh man, look at that! That really is Miss Harper and . . . and Miss Whitney . . . and both of them naked as . . . oh shiiiit!"
Ricky grinned as he watched his sister's reaction. She was looking excitedly at one after the other, her tongue unconsciously flicking along her lower lip. "Look at that! Miss Whitney's got her tongue halfway up Alix's cunt . . . and look at the expression on our redhead's face. She's really grooving on having her pussy licked. And look at so this one . .. the jock's big old gash is eating up Miss Harper's pretty cunny like it was candy! Wow!"
There was a note in Wendy's voice that surprised Ricky. "Hey, what's with you? You oughta see the funny expression on your face."
"I've never seen anything like that," Wendy said. "Look at those boobs . . . Miss Harper's I mean. Aren't they the most? And that red hair is so thick and lush between those white thighs . . . groovy, man, groovy."
Ricky laughed. "I didn't know you dug the gay bit."
"Neither did I," Wendy said, "but looking at these, two chicks making it with each other makes me wonder if I've been missing out on something good."
"Well, how about that? I always thought you were the original cock-lover, the gal who dug fucking men the most."
"I am and I do, but I'd hate to miss out on any kind of swinging."
Ricky reached to take the pictures back but held them so they both could see. His eyes traveled over the taut buttocks and lean thighs of Roberta Whitney and then caressed the deliciously curved thighs draped over her shoulders, but what intrigued him most was the oblique view of Alix's spread vagina. The hair-adorned outer lips that Wendy found so fascinating were parted, leaving the pale, pink inner labia temptingly unfurled and glistening with the love juice Bobbi was busily lapping from around the inviting red hole.
"Imagine sinking your tongue in that luscious gash," Wendy whispered. "That might be more kicks than sucking cock."
"What makes you think so? Just because the woman is Alix Harper? Do you really like her that much?"
Wendy shrugged. "I don't know. She's always interested me . . . because she's so cool and distant and kind of . . . well, untouched, you know."
"No, I don't know," Ricky said, annoyed. "She obviously isn't untouched. That whole pose is just a put-on! She's a hot-cunted Lez who thinks she's too good for any man, but she's going to find out differently before I'm through with her!"
Wendy looked from the pictures to her brother and back again. "You honestly think she'll cave in and do what you tell her just because of these?"
"She sure will when she finds out I intend to circulate them on campus and maybe all over town."
"You wouldn't do that," Wendy said, wriggling closer to him and lowering his zipper carefully while he was absorbed with the snapshots. "You wouldn't be that much of a rat."
"Don't bet on it! If she treated you like she does me, you'd want to get even too."
"Maybe, but I think the truth is that you're just playing games again. You like to make people do things ... to manipulate them until they dance to your tune." She was fishing around inside his shorts for his stiff penis.
"What's that to you?" Ricky snapped and then jumped as her fingers curled around hot, bare flesh. "Hey, stop that!"
Wendy giggled as her cunning hand fondled the whole veined length of his pulsing shaft. "Why should I? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, but that doesn't make it right," Ricky said, trying to push her away.
"Anything is right if it feels good. You've told me that yourself a thousand times. 'If it feels good, do it.' "
"Yes, but I didn't mean ..." His sister's soft hand was an erotic torment on Ricky's inflamed stalk, gentle fingers tickling and warming it with a deftness and knowledge that was surprising. He groaned and leaned his head back weakly, pretending it was Alix's hand squeezing and massaging and using a delicate circular motion on his sensitive glans.
"Are you really going through with this scheme?" Wendy whispered. "It's blackmail, you know."
"So? A Lezzy teacher who pretends to be so moral and superior deserves to be blackmailed."
"I'm not arguing that. All I'm saying is, if you're going through with it, I want in."
"In? In what?" Ricky asked, his voice sleepy with lustful imaginings as his sister continued to play with his prick and tease his tingling balls.
"In on the deal," Wendy said. "Whatever you do to Alix, I want to do it too. I want to try the Lesbian bit with her . . . just for kicks."
"You ..." Whatever he was going to say faded into a gasp as Wendy bent her head and her mouth replaced her hand on his throbbing dick. The pouty lips pursing around his cockhead were maddening as her knowing tongue danced along the bulbous tip and probed at the tiny slit.
"When you make Alix fuck you, she has to fuck me too," Wendy said, looking up at him briefly while she opened his belt and got a hand inside his loosened pants to cup and roll his tightened testicles. "Brother and sister, share and share alike . . dig?"
"Yeah ..." It was more of a moan than a word. Ricky had slid down in the swing until his head rested on the back. "Maybe that would be groovier," he panted, "and it would really humiliate her to have to take on both of us at once."
Wendy grinned wickedly. "A triple play ... a mini-orgy? Oh, Miss Harper, are you ever in for a wild time!"
Her mouth swooped down on his swollen cock again, nibbling and nipping and licking, then sucking voraciously before licking up and down its length and around the rim of the rosy knob.
Writhing in the sweet agony of lust, Ricky was almost mindless. It didn't matter that the mouth devouring him belonged to his sister. She had lost her identity and become only a voluptuous female with a hot suctioning maw into which he wanted to shoot the essence of his maleness in a molten stream. The slippery, liquid feel of lips and tongue slurping at his rumbling sperm sacs and then returning to suck noisily on his aching shaft drove out all rational thought.
If the sound of a car pulling into the curb had come just thirty seconds later, he wouldn't have heard it. As it was, he opened his eyes with the greatest reluctance and turned his head to peer out between the top of the porch railing and the lower edge of the awning.
"Oh, my God!" he groaned and tried to straighten up and push Wendy away at the same time.
"What's the matter?" she hissed, hanging on like a leech.
"It's Sheila and Shaver!" he said. "Let go of me and get on in the house!"
"No. They'll probably sit out there and feel each other up for a while."
"She's opening the car door right now!" Ricky said in a panic. "Let go and sit up or she'll see what you're doing!"
"No," Wendy said stubbornly. "Pull the swing cover over me and pretend you covered up the cushions with it. She won't be able to tell the difference in the dark. She's too nearsighted."
It was too late to do anything else, Ricky realized. He could no more have removed his cock from Wendy's mouth and got it back inside his pants in the time it took his mother to come up the walk than he could have thrown it around the moon.
Wendy was concealed, but just barely, and Ricky's hands were clasped on a cushion that covered her head and his opened fly when Sheila came up onto the porch, high heels clicking and nylon-clad calves gleaming in the light from the street lamp. She stopped with her hand on the screen door and peered toward the darkened depths where the swing was gently moving.
"Is that you, Rick?" she asked. "What are you doing sitting out here all by yourself at this hour of night?"
"Uh ... just thinking. Had some things I need to work out," Ricky said and almost choked as Wendy started sucking on his burning prick with renewed determination.
"Want company?" Sheila asked, taking a step toward her son.
Ricky saw those marvelously mobile hips of hers silhouetted against the light as they swayed seductively forward and his cock vibrated in response.
"Uh ... no, thanks. Company won't help," he gulped, wishing she wasn't so damn young and sexy-looking.
"Oh . . . well, I just thought you might have something you wanted to talk over," she said, taking another step toward him and squinting questioningly.
In the dim light, Ricky could see that her dress was rumpled and her usually perfect hairdo was slightly mussed. As if that wasn't upsetting enough, he caught sight of a bit of white lace fluttering from her open purse. He recognized it instantly. It was the peekaboo panties he had seen a couple of weeks ago when Sheila had come parading into the living room to show Wendy her sexy new undies, not knowing, she said, that Ricky was there too. And now here she stood with them frothing out of her handbag, mute testimony of what she had been doing with Baxter Shaver.
Pig, pig, pig'- Ricky shouted in his mind, trying to counteract the lust that threatened to consume him, a lust caused as much by the evidence of his mother's sexual shenanigans as by his sister's avid mouth.
"If something's troubling you, perhaps you should discuss it with me," Sheila said, her voice conveying genuine concern. "I've heard rumors about you that have disturbed me. We can talk like buddies, you know. I wouldn't want to see you get into serious trouble . . . with . . . well, with older women ... or husbands ... or things ..."
Why doesn't she go away? Ricky thought desperately. Why doesn't she take that super-sexy body in the house and lock it up in her room before she drives me completely out of my mind?
Wendy wasn't helping any. If she didn't stop sucking and whipping at his dong with her maddening tongue, she was going to make him spill his guts in spite of all his efforts to hold back until Sheila was safely inside the house.
"But if you don't want to confide in me, I guess ..." Sheila shrugged and made a move as though to leave, then turned back. "Tess Evars talks too much, you know, and some of the girls at the bank have been gossiping about her new, young lover and . . . well, I wouldn't want you to ... "
"Leave me alone!" Ricky burst out in desperation. "You have your sex life and I have mine! I don't tell you to stay away from pigs like Shaver, so don't tell me what to do!"
"Ricky! There's no need to be insulting. I only have your best interests at heart. I'm trying to be a good ..."
"Go away! Leave me alone!" He was almost sobbing with lust and anger. Anger at Wendy for not stopping her carnivorous attack, anger at himself for letting this incestuous caper start, and anger at his mother because she unwittingly added to his sexual torment.
"All right, Rick. You don't need to yell," Sheila said, looking hurt. She turned quickly and fled into the house, letting the screen bang shut behind her.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Ricky muttered, pounding in helpless rage at the cushion that covered his middle. He writhed uncontrollably as his sister pushed the pillow aside and mouth-fucked him faster and faster. Sucking greedily on the meaty pole, her lips slipped up and down the thick stem, drooling saliva that dripped down onto his hard balls.
She paused to look up at him, whispering, "Your cock is in Sheila's mouth. Shut your eyes and think how good it feels . . . think how lovingly she sucks you . . . think how hotly you're going to cream into her throat . . . think how she's going to gobble up all your jism . . . think how ..."
"Shut up!" Ricky grated. "Just shut up and finish what you started!"
Wendy quickly scrambled off the swing and knelt between his legs. Ricky watched, his eyes glazed, as she tilted his cock and took it into her moist, hot mouth again. She sucked it softly, then widened her lips and let them slide downward, exposing the whole length of the sensitive shaft to her fluttering tongue.
Ricky groaned and stroked his sister's soft, dark hair, closing his mind to everything but the maddening sensations she was creating as her head bobbed and her tongue licked at the swelling, throbbing glans.
"Yeah," Ricky said in a rasping whisper. "Don't stop, doll! Ohhhh, God, don't stop now!"
Wendy sucked his cock faster, plunging her mouth up and down with long, frictioning strokes. Her dripping tongue laved the tender flesh as her lips and teeth scraped repeatedly across the ridged crown and her hand squeezed the tightening scrotum.
Suddenly he reared upward and the swing joggled wildly, almost knocking Wendy away from him. But she held on and let his prick forge fully into her throat. The burning penis jerked and strained, and they both knew what was about to happen. Clutching Wendy's head harder, Ricky felt his entire cock twitch and the thick knob expand. He groaned and shuddered as his spurting semen cascaded down his sister's gulping, eager throat.