Chapter 6
Denny trimmed the hedge that fronted the Reardon residence. The Oregon summer sun beat fiercely against his bare back as he snip-snipped away. His sister was over in the shade, working in the flower bed that ran the length of the living room's exterior.
"Look at little Miss Dainty, loafing in the shade," he teased.
Slyly, looking from side to side to be sure nobody was looking, Joyce gave him a brief flash of her middle finger. Denny shook his head disapprovingly at her, scowled, then gave her the finger right back. At breakfast that morning, their father had instructed them to work in the yard. He had said he wanted them to earn the money for their tickets to the movies at the Walden Flats theater that afternoon. Martin Reardon had been hungover and grouchy, and he had reminded his children that he could not afford to be doling out money all summer unless they earned it. Denny didn't mind. Doing chores about the yard was nothing new to him. In San Francisco, he mowed the lawn and trimmed the bushes for his mother all the time.
His father's grumpy mood had annoyed him though. He felt his father was the worst kind of hypocrite. He had to admit also that he resented sharing Norma with this drunken husband who treated such a beautiful woman so shabbily. Even now his father had deserted his wife to go and play golf with his drinking buddies. Norma had obviously been upset by her husband's running off on short notice.
Denny decided to take a break in the shade of the big pine in the front yard. Breathing hard, sweating profusely, he went over and peered in the kitchen window, looking for Norma. As he peered inside, his penis pressed against the air conditioner that moaned as it fought to keep the Reardon house cool inside. Oddly, the vibration from the rectangular, metal air conditioner made his prick tingle all over-all the way down to his balls and rectum.
Wow! I've discovered a new way to come, he thought. He was certain nobody else had ever thought of using an artificial device for such a purpose. He felt certain he could have an orgasm if he continued to press his cock and balls against the shaking air conditioner!
"Joyce!" he called out. "Hey, come here quick! I got something to show you. Oh, wow!"
Joyce dropped her hand tool, stood up and came over to her brother. Denny stepped aside, then pushed his sister's ass so that her cunt rested against the air conditioner. When her face slackened and her mouth dropped open, he grinned and held his crotch with his hands.
"Doesn't that feel groovy, sis?" he asked, winking.
Grinning back at him, she pretended to fuck the metal unit Grasping both sides of the thing, to increase the pressure against her clitoris, she moaned. "Whew, it feels great!" she cried. "A-a girl could really come with this thing," she gasped in amazement. "Umm, does it ever feel good. I wish it had a long thing hanging out-like a boy's pecker. Lotsa fun and you wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant!"
Denny said, "Go ahead and come, sis. Yeah, go ahead. I'll wait, and then I'll take a turn."
Joyce went on humping the air conditioner, her eyes blinking rapidly as if waiting for her climax to happen. But just then Norma came from the back of the house, walking down the driveway. The sight of her and his memory from last night made Denny's breath come fast. Joyce saw her coming too and discreetly backed away from the air conditioner.
"Damn it!" she spat, disappointment and frustration written all over her face. "I could have come in another few seconds. Damn it, I know I could!"
Without saying a word (she was still angry about Martin Reardon leaving to play golf), Norma proceeded down the driveway to the mailbox. In a moment, she returned waving an open letter in her hand. Denny watched her tits bounce as she hurried to them.
Before she reached them, she yelled, "Denny, Joyce! Gotta surprise for you."
She was out of breath as she trotted to a halt. "My daughter is flying in from Chicago to spend part of her vacation with us," she said, excited. "Oh, I'm simply delighted. I haven't seen Denise in almost a year. You'll like her, I know. She's a bit older than you. She's quite sophisticated and a very worldly girl of seventeen, but the three of you should have great fun together."
Norma stared at the letter, reading eagerly. Oh, next year she'll be attending the University of Chicago," Norma said, clutching the letter to her chest. "Marvelous news-just wonderful. My little girl is going to be just fine. I'm so happy."
There were tears in Norma's eyes as she returned to the house. Denny had seen pictures of Norma's daughter, who was indeed a very sexy and good-looking chick. Her father, Norma's first husband, was a big shot in the broadcasting business there. Denny glanced at his wristwatch, then at Joyce. Her sexy mood had definitely passed. She just shook her head.
"We better get going if we're gonna make it to the theater by one-thirty," Denny said.
He and Joyce quickly finished their yard work, then left hastily for the Walden Flats Theater.
The Walden Flats Theater on a Saturday afternoon looked a little like a rock concert. Teenagers from the surrounding rural area converged en masse on the rustic building in the middle of the slightly unkempt Town Square. They came not so much to see the movie, but rather to gather with their own age group. Denny and Joyce parked and locked their bicycles, located Rex, Sue and Ray standing in line, and Rex sneaked them in front of him. They stood waiting then, slowly inching forward toward the box office.
Joyce saw Rex whisper something in Denny's ear, and then the two of them said they would be back soon and walked down to Sherman's Pharmacy. She wondered what they might want there, and then she remembered and smiled.
Inside the drugstore, Rex pointed at Mrs. Sherman's helper, the hunch-shouldered and weird-looking, Ben Krump, who stood eyeing them from behind the prescription counter. Mrs. Sherman worked behind the soda fountain.
"Just go over and ask him," Rex whispered. "Hand him the money secretly and ask him. Go ahead."
Denny was nervous but he obeyed. Ben took the money slyly and handed him the pack of rubbers. Mrs. Sherman hadn't seen a thing. It went like clockwork.
Outside, with the pack of rubbers in his pocket, Denny felt totally adult. He hoped Ben Krump wasn't stealing from Mrs. Sherman, though. He mentioned this to Rex, who just shrugged and said that Ben had once been in a penitentiary somewhere. He didn't know what for, and it was just a rumor, he said. But he guessed Ben probably kept the money.
Back in front of the theater they got in line again, and minutes later they bought their tickets and sat down in the cool darkness to wait for the picture to begin. Everywhere, boys and girls their own age were already pairing up with partners to kiss and fondle once the lights went out. Denny had never seen anything like it. His balls tingled as he watched, thinking about all the cocks and cunts and tits that would soon be seeing "action" once the lights went out. He scanned the big room eagerly, he and Rex stuffing their mouths with popcorn.
Sue said, "Why don't you guys look around? Find some new pussy, huh? Hey!" she said to her brother, "there's Julie, the one you once fucked, Rex."
Rex studied the red-haired Julie. "Yeah," he said, "and she's got some friends with her. Come on, guys. Let's go and get us some finger-fuckin', huh?"
Denny didn't want to leave his sister alone. Somehow the thought of other boys' paws on her tits or pussy distressed him.
Sue sensed his reluctance and said, "You go on now, Denny. Don't you worry. I'll watch after li'l Joyce."
Just as the boys reached Julie and friends the coming attractions came on the screen. As though by command, Julie and her two friends separated, making a place for each of the boys beside them. Ray's and Rex's arms immediately went around the girls beside them. Denny put his arm around the girl beside him, too. She was pretty all right, he decided, with good tits, dimples in her rosy cheeks and almost perfect teeth. "My name's Sally," she said. "Who are you?"
Denny squeezed her arm and her head nestled instantly between his head and shoulder. "Denny," he said, "and you sure are a pretty girl, Sally."
Sally was a veteran for sure. She didn't waste any time I "As a newcomer, Denny, I better clue you in," she said. "Watch out for the usherette with her flashlight. Other than that, we kin do anything we want. Here ... I'll put my long-sleeved sweater over your lap, Denny."
Sally giggled then, wrinkling her nose and ran her fingernail up and down his leg. Her hand slid up and gave his erection a squeeze. "Nice," she said. "You kin take it out in a little while, and-" She broke off then and put his free hand against her tits. She didn't wear a bra and her tit was nice and firm in his hand. Denny kissed her cheek, starting to make an approach. Instantly, she turned her head to him and engulfed his lips with hers. She drove her tongue deep into his mouth, frenching like mad.
Puzzled, Denny found her aggressiveness a slight turn-off, but his prick stood hard and ready and he managed to overcome his reluctance. They went on French-kissing, rubbing titties and prick, imitating the other two couples.
Denny could not remember attending a theater where nobody made the slightest pretense of watching the movie. It was strange but thrilling.
Robert Redford was up there on the screen, but nobody really knew what the hell he was doing. Pussies and titties and cocks took precedence over good guys and bad guys and corny, sexless love scenes. It seemed to Denny that the Walden Flats Theater was nothing but a giant whorehouse for teenagers!
Somehow, though, Denny found himself worrying more about his sister than scoring with the sex-frenzied Sally. She was blowing in his ear now and whispering: "You got a swell wanger, Denny. Keep my sweater over your lap and I'll jerk you off. You kin finger my cunt, too."
Sally reminded Denny of Sue. She was coldly and calculatedly a sex machine! The movement of her experienced fingers on his hot erection were pleasant, but not entirely satisfying. She had her hand on his balls now, groping them with admiration.
"You got terrific balls, Denny," she said. "A great pair! Ginny over there goes ga-ga over big nuts. You'll hafta give her a shot at these big babies, no kiddin'."
As she put his hand under her dress then, suddenly Denny knew why all the girls wore dresses and why they carried sweaters. These were merely props to permit maximum sex play without detection! Nothing more!
Sally did not wear any panties and she guided his hand to her cunt and prompted him by moving his fingers up and down her juicy slit. As she did this, she jerked on his hard-on.
"Squeeze my nipples a little harder," she said. "That'll make me come pretty soon. Tell me 'fore you come, Denny. I'll git a tissue from my purse. You kin shoot off in the tissue, huh?"
"Uh-Okay," Denny said.
"Just let me know 'fore you blow your nuts, though.
Hey, you're really good at this, Denny. Feels super, eh?"
Denny tweaked Sally's nipples harder until she shuddered all over and reached her climax. "Ouuuahhh," she grunted finally, fighting to keep from attracting attention. Then, That was a neat come, Denny. Just give me a minute, and then we'll get your nuts off, too."
Even though Sally had been momentarily satisfied, she was too artful to let his hard-on dwindle away entirely. She kept moving her small hand over his sheath of flesh, arousing his gristly erection and blowing steadily into his ear.
"Got any rubbers?" she asked abruptly. Ah wouldn't mind havin' this one up inside mah cunt. Got one?"
Proudly, Denny assured her he did.
"Good," Sally said. "When this movie gits out, maybe you and me kin go off into the trees somewhere and do the job right. I like ya, Denny. You kin maybe fuck me if ya want to."
"Very well," Denny said, feeling a trifle foolish.
Sally spoke like Sue, Denny thought. These country girls were really something else! He guessed he preferred waiting and hoping, as he had with Norma. Yes, without knowing it, Sally was scaring him off! It was insane, he knew, but he had no great desire to fuck Sally's cunt. Sally was the kind of girl who would fuck stallions, bulls! Very indiscriminate, he decided, as Sally's hand worked faster now-up and down on his hard-on, trying to get his "nuts off."
"Uh-I better go and take a-a leak," he blurted abruptly. "Be right back."
She seemed surprised that he would want to leave at such a crucial moment, but she ceased jerking him off. When his hard-on had dwindled away sufficiently, he got up and walked the aisle to the lobby. As he went, he saw that all the girls seemed to have sweaters over boys' laps. Hands jiggled beneath dresses and sweaters everywhere. There were probably a hundred gushing cunts and pulsing hard-ons in the theater.
There were only two girls behind the popcorn and candy counter and a uniformed usher standing by the door of the lobby. Denny went to the men's room, took his prick out and stood pissing into the urinal. Pissing was difficult; his prick was still slightly hard. He stood there, pissing and reading the dirty words written all over the walk Crude drawings of pricks and cunts fucking covered the wall, and there was the usual assortment of four-letter words: Judy sucks cock, one read. Estelle takes it in the ass, another read. Most interesting of all, though, was: If you got a rubber, Sally fucks anywhere! Denny had to laugh, because it had to be the same Sally he had been sitting with!
Denny slipped his prick back inside his pants and zipped up. He thought of his own sister sitting in this same theater where boys wrote about girls on men's room walls. The thought was almost too painful to bear and he threw it out of his mind immediately. After washing his hands, he decided to go and rescue his sister. He didn't want some idiot writing about his sister on the wall. He dried his hands, stepped into the lobby, and to his amazement Joyce sat nervously on a padded bench, looking about searchingly.
"Whatcha doin' out here?" Denny asked.
There's a boy named Bill sitting with me," she said. "And-well, he's nice looking, but he's sort of crude. I-I hardly know him and I just don't feel like letting some boy I don't know play with my titties and stick his finger up me. Am I a prude, Denny? I never feel that way with you, or Roger at home, either. But this is too-just too gauche for words. I was looking for you, Denny."
Grinning, Denny hugged his sister. "It's weird, sis, but I feel exactly the same way! This Sally I'm sitting with is practically ready to rape me! And all the while I'm thinking about you! Let's go inside and sit with each other, huh?"
Joyce frowned, thinking. "But that'll look funny," she said.
"Who cares?" Denny asked, taking her hand. "Besides, it's dark and nobody will see us. Come on, sis."
Denny lead the way and they took two seats in the next-to-last row. They were practically alone there, and Denny put his arm about his sister and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Denny," she sighed. "What are we going to do? I feel so much safer and comfy with you than any other boy. I know it isn't right to feel this way about you, but I can't help it."
She kissed him on the forehead and held him tight. He responded by kissing her affectionately on the neck and sliding his hand up and cupping her breast.
"Why should we sit with those other creeps when we have, each other?" he said. "We love each other, sis, and there's nothing we can do about it."
Denny's cock jumped to its full erect length now, standing twice as hard and eager as it had with Sally. Guiding her hand to his prick, he said, "Play with my hard-on, sis. Please? This only happens fast with you. Look, I love you, Joyce. I love everything about you."
Gently, her hand groped at the familiar cock, tracing its outline ripplingly with her fingernails. "Denny, it's my cock, isn't it? My cunt is all yours, so tell me your prick belongs to me."
"It's all yours," Denny sighed, panting.
Except for last night with Norma, he had never felt such intense emotion with any female. Norma was different, though, he told himself again. Yes, Norma was his instructress. But it was Joyce, his sister, that he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When this vacation was over, it would be just he and Joyce. He could not tell Joyce about fucking Norma, of course, because he had promised to keep their secret He felt his promise to Norma was just as important as his secret agreement with his sister. He held his sister tighter in his arms now.
Groaning, he kissed Joyce long and full on the mouth. Their lips parted and their tongue tips played darting, twirling games. Her firm breasts pressed hard into his chest as they clung to each other with near desperation.
Suddenly she pulled away from him and her eyes fastened to his in the flickering fight of the motion picture screen. Her lovely Reardon eyes, tender and moist, peered into his Reardon eyes. Then, once again, brother and sister locked in fierce embrace. Denny's hands crept up beneath her blouse and gently caressed her twin, ivory mounds. His session with the coarse Sally had excited him and he was primed for sex play. Joyce, too, had been primed and they licked at each other's mouths hungrily, seeking fulfillment and crushing their eager young bodies together.
"I'll never care for anybody but you," Joyce said. "I love you. Oh, when will you fuck me, Denny? I'm terrible, aren't I? I shouldn't be telling my own brother I want him to fuck me. God, what if we had a baby?"
"There's nothing wrong with feeling the way you do," Denny sobbed. "I love you, too, and I always will! The only thing wrong is our fear of your getting pregnant. Babies. If we do things right, there's nothing to worry about. I can use a rubber. Don't worry about getting pregnant and having freaky babies. We'll be careful!"
"You're right," Joyce said. "It is all because of babies. Why does fucking have to make babies? We can do anything we want as long as I never get pregnant, huh? Oh, I want to do everything with you, Denny. That creep down there convinced me for good. I don't want any boy but you!" Again, she crushed him against her.
Joyce wore no sweater. She had guessed it would be too hot to wear a sweater, and only the girls of Walden Flats who liked to jerk off boys in the theater had brought them. Still, despite the lack of cover, Denny slid low in his seat and turned onto his side. They fumbled for a moment until his hard prick stood out and then Joyce muttered, "Umm, your big, hard cock is all mine."
Her hands were all over his genitals then and her greedy tongue probed hungrily at his, then sucking as if she intended to pull it out by the root.
Denny returned the suction and they alternated that way. It was no substitute for the genital sucking they both craved, but as Denny ran his fingers up and down the wet lips of his sister's gushing love hole and her hands milked his pulsing member adoringly, they both understood the special meaning of their tongue sucking. Their tongues became pussy and penis and they feasted at each other's mouths, understanding this as their hands delivered the sex pleasure their mouths were denied in this public place. Their motion increased, their sighs rose.
Emitting little shrieks that caught the attention of the couple in front of them, Joyce came first. Shivering, she sank her teeth deep into Denny's neck to squash the further squeals of ecstasy as she continued tugging at his hot love-pole. Denny also began grunting and he had to bury his face in his sister's breasts to muffle his frenzied babbling. Then, as he felt his balls getting ready to empty their contents in a mighty outpour, he reached for Joyce's cunt and, gathering all her lubricant that he could, he licked his fingers, gulping down his sister's love juice. He was still licking her drippings from his fingers, like a man drowning of thirst, when his come surged up through his rigid shaft and blasted burst after burst into her waiting palms. Like her brother, Joyce then licked his juice from her hands.
Satiated at last, they pressed their open mouths together, letting their combined love juices intermingle in total abandon. It had been an act of absolute devotion, a ravenous ritual to rival incestuous couplings since the beginning of civilization. Intuitively, both sensed the significance of the act- commitment, a kind of marriage between brother and sister.
Suddenly the lights illuminated the theater, jarring them both back to watchfulness, fear, awareness of the taboo against the sex acts they had been committing. Fumbling, Denny struggled to get his prick back inside his pants as other teenagers exiting glanced curiously at them. The movie had ended.
Bill Ormsby startled them with,. "So there you are!" Joyce had deserted him and anger was clearly evident on his face. "Wow! What a couple of weirdos!" he spat. "You two, and Rex and Sue would make a great foursome. No shit! Any girl who'd rather jerk her own brother off than be with another guy is really sick!" Laughing viciously, he turned on his heel and hurried up the aisle.
Then Rex, Ray and Sue came up the aisle then, staring at them puzzledly, then Rex said, "Let's get together again tomorrow, huh? Phone me early a maybe we can go to the pond again, or maybe up to Clybourne Hill and just horse around."
Embarrassed, Denny replied, "Sure-uh-good idea."
Something in Rex's voice, plus the looks on Sue's and Ray's faces seemed to criticize them, as brother and sister, for not waiting until they were alone to indulge in sex play. It could be all in his imagination, though, Denny thought. He'd been so lost in the warmth and wonder of discovering his love that he could not be certain of anything at the moment. Quickly, he and Joyce departed, riding their bikes in silence toward home.