Chapter 6
Although she now was able to take care of her family without any monetary problems, she found that that was all it was. She didn't have to worry about paying the bills or providing food and clothes and so forth, but it was just the necessities that she was able to take care of. Growing kids, not to mention a world-wise mother, were always looking for new things. So in order to provide the luxuries, Ellen thought that it was time to go back to work before she lost the attractiveness that her work required.
Paul was going on eleven now, and Betty was going on thirteen, and although Ellen was not really old, she knew that she didn't have much time left, the customers liked firm breasts and hips to look at, and her own breasts and hips were getting a bit bouncy. They would enjoy that for a time, but eventually the enticing bounce would become a definite sag, and she would be replaced.
So this was the time for Karen to rejoin the household. Make hay while the sun shines became Ellen's watchword, and she didn't care about what would happen while she was at work and Karen was left with the kids. She knew that Karen was not interested in Paul, and would not do anything in his presence. So Ellen was not worried in the least as she went but to get what she could while she left the kids in Karen's care. But she was not realizing that Paul was growing up and was beginning to get ideas of his own. Ideas that would eventually lead her to have to use that belt on him.
Ellen was right in her ideas that Paul never really knew what was going on, but she paid so much attention to her daughter's sex life that she had completely neglected her son's growing needs. If she had been the mother that she should have been, she would have let the two kids of opposite sex grow up normally together, and what they didn't discover between themselves, she should have been able to provide the lacking information. She should have been able to tell them about the difference between boys and girls, and when and where and how they should take advantage of those differences. But she had neglected this for so long that it was just about too late when she realized it.
Paul had everything that he should have had while he was growing up, and he really didn't miss what he didn't have, although he just naturally came to realize that there was something missing. He didn't know what it was, but there seemed to be some kind of a different relationship between him and his mother, and the other girls, like Karen, who were frequenting the house, and even with the man that became his father for a short time. There was something odd, but he didn't know what it was until his own body began to tell him.
He was just almost twelve years old now, and he had been playing with himself for a long time. The longer he played, the bigger the feeling built up inside of him, and when it finally reached the ultimate, where he actually let go and in his hand, he was slightly scared. He didn't know what it was, although he had heard about it from his peers in school, and the first time that it happened, he didn't know what to do about it. He may have been very close to his mother, and he loved her very much, but he still wasn't that close!
It didn't make that much difference anyway, because he just kept on doing it and enjoyed it more each time. And each time he did it, he did it with a renewed vigor as he began to realize what it was that was making him do it. At first it was just for the good feeling that he had in his body, but later he began to connect it with the sights and things that he had seen. And those jack-off images soon became focused on the female body.
His mind dimly recalled the things that he had seen when he was just a baby, but now, although it did have some influence on him, he didn't connect it with the sight ot two female bodies making love. He was just becoming interested in the female bodies. And there were two female bodies in the house, but only one really took his notice at the time. He had noticed how the girls that he went to school with were growing, but that didn't excite him as much as the fact that he could now fully enjoy himself and also notice that his sister was blooming from a little bud into a full-fledged flower.
Once he noticed that, he kept a sharper eye on the way she dressed and the tightness of her clothes and the shortness of her skirts, nd the more he looked, the more he could get that stuff out from within him. It was just bound to happen that eventually the brother and sister would get together.
Neither of them would really know what they were doing, as Paul was completely inexperienced when it came to girls, and although Betty had had very much experience in the way of sex,- she had had none with the opposite sex. She might have known what it was about, but there had been no actual contact. All Betty knew was how to take care of girls. But she had been well programmed by her mother and Karen so that she was not going to have contact with any other girls except them. Therefore, when her brother began to get a bit rambunctious, she didn't know quite what to do. The only thing that she knew, was that she was curious, and she did little if anything to stop his advances. Then again, Paul didn't really know what he was doing, so they were on a more or less equal footing. They were both just experimenting, and eventually, that was what led to their downfall.
. Although their mother was a very free person when it came to sex, neither of the kids knew about her thoughts, and they didn't know how jealous she could be when it came to her own kids. Ellen could tolerate, or even approve of anything that happened between other people, and even sometimes when it involved herself, but when it came to her own kids, she had to have the final say.
The big problem was that she didn't know what to say when it came to the final say. She knew that her almost fourteen year old daughter was well indoctrinated into the arts of lesbianism, and she had done her best to save her son from becoming the same way, but she also wanted to make sure that they had their choice.
She was willing to teach her daughter that there was another sex, but she didn't know quite how to go about it. But when she found out that their daughter was quickly learning about the other sex, and that it was her son that was teaching her, she almost went out of her mind. It wasn't because she had avoided her duties as a mother particularly, it was because it wasn't until she found out what was going on that she was ready to punish herself for neglecting her duties. But. the punishment that she thought that she deserved was carried out on the kids. When she swung that belt across Paul's ass, she might as well have been swinging it against her own ass. It hurt her more than it did him.
After all, how could you blame a pubescent boy? She knew how she felt herself when she began to grow up enough to feel the urge. And even though she didn't know what that urge was, she had somebody to take care of it. Paul had nobody. And if she herself could recall how strong that urge was when she was old enough to have it, why should she take it out on him for having the same thing only in a male form. If girls could be interested in boys, why shouldn't boys be interested in girls. But his own sister? That was a different story. Or was it? Her own mother had been interested in her to a certain extent, why should she be surprised at this?
And actually, what she caught them doing wasn't all that bad. Betty knew what to do with girls all right, but she didn't know what to do with boys, and Paul only had ideas. He didn't know what to do with girls. Both of them were only working on instinct. They were sort of feeling each other out, and that was what their mother caught them at. Feeling each other out. And in.
Ellen was still going about her job once in awhile, and sometimes she had to leave *the kids alone. Karen had formed her own circle of friends by this time, and although she was very willing, she was not available as often as she had been before. If Karen had made a date with a beautiful, blonde, sensual and willing girl, she would not turn it down in order to baby sit with a fourteen year old girl and her twelye year old brother. She hated to turn down the prospect of being, with Betty again, but then again Karen was also learning that there were other things in life. Some were good, and then again, some were better. And thus it was that she occasionally turned down the baby sitting job at Ellen's house.
But Ellen was not too much worried. She would have preferred to have someone there with the kids while she was out, but if she could not get someone, she hoped that they were big enough by now to take care of themselves. It was only when she came home a bit early and found out how they were taking care of themselves that the shit hit the fan.
When the mother had gone out, and both kids had been left alone in the house, especially for a number of times, it was only natural that the natural instincts would come to the surface. Betty knew about boys, and Paul knew about girls, but neither of them knew enough. It had to eventually come to the point where they would sit there and look at each other, and a pussy would weep, and a dick would start to rise. When the two situations came together, there was only one thing that could possibly happen. The situations would call for them to get together.
The two of them were sitting side by side on the couch that had been, the scene of so many get-togethers, and they were obstensibly watching television.
But there was so much animal magnetism between them, each one somehow knowing somehow that the other was attuned to their own thoughts, that when they finally raised their eyes and looked at each other, they both immediately forgot that the TV was on. That would prove to be their undoing, because the noise of the set would cover the noise of their mother's entrance, but a lot would happen before that. They would both discover the main differences between boys and girls, even though they would not know what to do about it.
Even though Paul was the younger, and his sister had much more experience in these matters, it would be the younger brother that took the initiative. It was not because either one of them was hotter than the other, as they both had relatively the same idea in mind, but it was that Betty didn't know what to do with a boy, whereas Paul had at least a few ideas in mind. Especially when he looked at those long, chubby legs. He knew that they came together at one point and that was what he-wanted to investigate.
For seemingly long years, Paul had satisfied himself with pictures and images of girls, but he had not been able to get up the courage to approach any of the girls that even seemed like likely subjects. His mother had held him down so much that he lived only in his dreams. But one of those dreams was of his sister who was getting to be like everything that he had ever dreamed of. And it. was like now or never, and the way he felt as he looked at that nice body, it just had to be now. But the 'now' came only a few days before his mother walked in the door and caught them.
A fourteen year old girl with a mind that had been filled was no match for a boy that was just discovering sex. She didn't want to be a match. When she saw the interest that she aroused, she wanted to be the striker that set that match into flame. There was no problem at all about that. In fact, when it finally did happen, and for a little while after that, they wouldn't have known if it was their mother that came in the door or a tank battalion backing up a charge by the paratroops.
There was no doubt that both of them had formed an appreciation of the flesh. The only difference was that Betty had felt many different kinds of flesh during the orgies that she had participated in with her mother, and quite a few that she had gone into without her mother's knowledge. Whereas Paul, although he had had many ideas, he had felt no other flesh beside his own.
Of course he had felt his mother's and his in his bed at night. Neither his sister nor his mother noticed what was happening in his pants as he cuddled and squeezed them in what was supposed to be a normal sort of family love. Brothers and sisters, and fathers and mothers are supposed to show each other affection. But as the affection was taking place,it was hard to determine what was taking place in each individual body. And the things that had to take place took place in Paul and Betty's body. And Betty didn't mind a bit as Paul put his hand on her leg and slowly worked it up under her skirt. In fact she was wondering what was taking him so long to get to the point.
It was not necessary for the feel of the soft, warm, female flesh to arouse him, because Paul was already on his way even from the thought of it. By the time that his hand came in contact with the sparse hair of her pussy area, Paul could have shot what little load he had in his pants right then.
It was not too much different with Betty. By now, she was fully capable of shooting a complete load. Not knowing too much about boys, she didn't really know what her brother was able to do at his age, but she liked the way that he was going about showing what he did know. It wasn't very much, but she did like the feel of his hands on her legs,and most of all she liked it when he got up near where the girls got up to. What was the difference between a girl's hand and a boy's hand? She would soon find out.
The main difference would be that a girl's hand would at least have a pretty good idea of what it was getting into, since she would have one of the same things, and would know what it was like. A young, unknowing boy would encounter something that he might have heard about and even dreamed about, but would still be entirely alien to him when he finally got to it. Such was the case with Paul as his trembling fmges reached the edge of the panties and slipped beneath them.
By the time he had reached the age of twelve, he had seen pictures, and he had read stories and he had heard just about all he thought he could hear about girl's pussies, but when it came right down to the line, like now* he found that he didn't know all that much. He had expected to find a hole there that his finger would slip, into, but he didn't expect to have to look for it. He didn't realize yet that the looking and seeking would be half the fun. Both for him and for the girl. But he was learning, and he couldn't have had a better instructor.
Betty had been so used to fingers delving into her private parts that she knew just what to do to accommodate them, and when she felt the fumbling hand working its way into her pants, she lifted her ass from the couch and slid the pants down to her knees. She knew they should go down further so that she could make a better accommodation, but she was a bit leery of the situation at this time, and she figured that this would do. At least he could get at her a little better, and if anything happened, like someone walking in on them, she would be able to pull the pants up quickly. She didn't know that she would be so deeply involved that she would not even know when it was time to pull them up.
And Paul didn't know how deeply involved that he would get either, or how pleasant it would be. He expected, just a little hole that his finger would go into, and when he felt the soft warm meat that he had to feel around in before he got to the hole, with the aid of his sister of course, he felt that the thing in his pants was going to burst right through them.' It was hairy enough for him when hefelt the hair that surrounded the cunt and tickled his finger tips, but when he felt the warm mound of flesh that the hair was covering, he began to feel an ache inside of him that he hadn't noticed before. And when his sister's hand took hold of hs own fumbling hand and guided it into the inner sanctum, he thought that he was experiencing the dream of every boy that had come true. That soft, wet meat with all its furrows and meaty ridges that gave way smoothly and wonderfully under his finger tips as his sister worked his finger into the area of the ultimate pleasure almost made him explode in his pants. And somehow, his sister knew that.
Betty was almost as ignorant about boys as Paul was about girls. And she was just about as eager as he was to find out about all this stuff, so while she guided his hand to the place where she wanted it, her own hand found its way, unaided, to the place where she figured Paul would want it. And once the finger was in, and he felt her hand fumbling with his pants, Paul lost all track of what was going on.
The meat that cuddled and caressed and warmly and softly massaged his finger as it worked its way into the girl hole, with the aid of the girl, was really nothing compared to the feel of another hand working on his dick as Betty finally managed to unzip his trousers and work the meat out of them.
Betty might have known a lot about girls, but like Paul, she was pretty ignorant about the opposite sex. Again, like Paul, her knowledge was gained from dirty pictures, dirty books and so forth, and at fourteen years old, she didn't have the experience that her mother had when she was a kid sitting on hard laps and having an uncle that would be willing to teach her whythe laps were hard. She didn't know that her mother was trying to protect her from that, and she didn't know the real reasons why but she was finding out about it for herself now, and as the meat emerged in her hand from the pants, she was wondering why she had not discovered this a long time ago.
The doctors had a name for it a long time before Betty was born. They called it penis envy. It was a syndrome, a natural yet not natural thing that happened to girls when they found out that boys had something that they didn't have. Usually it fades away if boys and girls are brought up together and learn that boys are boys and girls are girls. But when things like that are hidden from them, it becomes harder for them to understand when they do find out about it. Right now, Betty and Paul were in between stages. They knew, and yet they didn't know. They were finding out first hand, and this was the first time their hands were finding out.
And while Paul was learning about the wonderful softness and warmth of the inside of the female body and Betty was learning about the hard, hot, smoothness of the male flesh, they didn't know that their mother was approaching the door. By now, they wouldn't have noticed if she had driven up in a tank.
Ellen took no pains to open the door quietly or anything, as she wasn't expecting to encounter anything out of the ordinary. She just w.alked into the house and saw the two heads sticking up just a little bit over the top of the couch. That would have not been so unusual, except that she could see that the television was not on, and the heads were doing things that they would not have even been doing when the set was on.
The tops of the heads were bobbing up and down, and as she stood there in the door with her back to the door, she could hear little giggles. And Ellen was so used to giggles that she could tell just what caused them. There were giggles from jokes, there were giggles from games when somebody made a wrong move, and there were giggles from sex when somebody made the right move. And it was obvious to her, even though she couldn't see what was going on as yet, that either one or both of them were making the right moves.
Both of the kids were ignorant of their observer, even though their mother moved silently around to the side of the couch so that she could see what was going on. And by this time, it would have been too late anyway, because even if they did see her, Paul could not have held back the load that he shot into Betty's hand and also halfway across the floor.
Ellen saw it, and even though she didn't like to admit it, she admired it. She had never seen her son blow his guts before, and she couldn't figure out whether she wanted to or not. But whether she wanted to or not, she saw it, and she also saw what caused it. The hand that was so obviously enjoying itself in the little count that she knew so well, was also obviously being aided and abetted by the hand that was furiously working the flesh of the dick back and forth even after the explosion had taken place. It was clear to Ellen that the two kids weren't familiar with what they were doing, but they were doing it, and that was what infuriated her.
As she stood there for the few minutes that it took her to see what was going on, she really couldn't be sure just what it was that made her so mad. It wasn't just because it was a brother and sister that was doing it and it wasn't because she blamed either of them. But somehow, she blamed Paul. Unconsciously she may have figured that he was encroaching on her territory, but whatever it was, she just flew into a blind rage, and not being able to figure out what else to do, she whipped the belt off of her coat and attacked her son with it.
The belt was only a light, narrow strap that tied in front, and therefore it did not do too much damage. Not too much physical damage that is, but it did a bit of damage to Paul's pride as he ran up to his room screaming. The screaming was more from surprise and indignation than hurt, but it did the trick. It may not stop him from pursuing his project, but it would make him more aware of his surroundings when he stuck his finger up a cunt again. He would never again be caught by surprise.
As he got into bed and drowned himself under the covers, he didn't know that it was a little different story with his sister. He was so hurt, not physically, but mentally, and so confused, that he even forgot that his sister was still down there facing the wrath Of their mother. Actually, he didn't even know What was so wrong that he had to get belted. The sights that he had seen between his mother and his sister came back to his mind, and he wondered why it was all right for them to do the same things that he did, and it wasn't all right for him. It would take a while to learn that it really was all right, and why he had been deprived of it at the time. But then again, he would learn that a boy is not supposed to do it with his own sister.
But meanwhile, while he was in bed trying to figure the whole thing out, his sister was downstairs having a hard time of her own. Their mother was also so confused that she didn't know whether to strap her daughter the way she had done with her son or not. But after she had strapped her son and saw him running upstairs, her anger seemed to cool a bit, and she was actually sorry that she had done it. She was still very mad at what she had seen, but she was not really a violent person. She could lose her temper, yes, but once she had vented her anger, she became sorry for it.
And right now, she was both mad and sorry. And she also felt a little bit of guilt herself. After all, if she hadn't introduced her daughter into sex, would this have happened? As she stood there and looked at her daughter with her pants down and a worried look on her face, Ellen realized that it was something that had to happen sooner or later. And she was even more sorry that she had hit Paul, and she figured that she had to make it up to them somehow. She wasn't going to go up to apologize to Paul now, so she thought that she should at least make some kind of amends by making it up to her daughter. And Betty almost jumped out of her skin as her mother sat down beside her. The belt was still in her mother's hand, and she thought that she was going to get it. She didn't know that she was going to get something else.
Betty just sat there and watched as her mother laid the belt down on the table next to the couch and took off her coat. She figured that she was really going to get it. She figured that her mother was going to get comfortable first, and then really give it to her. It wasn't until she saw that her mother was not only taking off her coat, but her dress and everything else as well that Betty was able to breath at least a small sigh of relief. It seemed to be the signal for her to remove her own pants entirely also.
Her mother still looked mad, but in what way was she mad? Betty knew that she was going to be attacked, but she wasn't too worried about the method of attack. Her mother stood before her, entirely naked, and it only took the fourteen year old girl a minute to decide what to do. When she stood up, she was almost as tall as her mother. Not as well developed maybe, but she was getting there, and both of them knew it. And both of them forgot all about what had happened before as Betty slipped her dress off and removed all of the rest of her encumbrances.
There she stood, in all her glory, the spitting image of her mother, and just as laden with sexual drives. The whole scene was turning her on, and she could feel a sudden gush of her pussy juices, as she stood there, facing ... what?
She wasn't sure, but it sure as hell was going to be an experience!