Chapter 2

Penny lay staring at the twitching bushes through which Lars and her mother had just passed. Her golden brown eyes were wide. She said softly, "Oh, wow ... Oh, wow...."

Peter was pale. He kept swallowing. His fingers were dug into the ground.

Penny finally said shakily, "Was that our mother!"

"Was it ever!"

"What a phony she is!" Penny turned shocked and angry eyes to her brother.

He nodded. "Always talking about morality and sex is sin and self-control ... and all the time she's doing things like that with him!"

"But he made her do it."

"Shit! She wanted to do it! She wanted him to force her! If she really didn't dig that scene, you think anything Lars said would have made a diff?"

"I guess not," Penny frowned. "She's nothing but a raving hypocrite!"

"Yeah. And did you hear what Lars said about Dad? She drove him away."

Penny nodded and sniffled. "Remember how she used to pick at him about smoking and ashes and not sitting in this chair or that one?"

"And always running him down in front of people. Even with us. All the time."

The twins were silent for a moment, recalling their lives when their true father had been in the family.

Peter said, "He was a real nice guy. I loved him."

"But she made him leave. She wanted that big blond caveman!" There was hatred in Penny's watery, sniffling voice.

"She was probably seeing Lars on the sly last year before Dad finally got fed up and left."

"Cheating and lying and scheming...."

"Mom is a bitch!" Peter clenched his right fist. He hit the ground. Leaves and dry grass crunched.

"She ought to be made to pay for what she did!"

"Damn right!" Peter glared at the small clearing before them. In his mind he saw his mother on her knees again, sucking Lars. Peter felt a surge of grief. His throat tightened and his nose stung with imminent tears. He fought to keep from crying. "God damned bitch!"

"What can we do? How do we make her pay?"

"Teach her a lesson ... let's teach her a real good lesson!"

"What? How?" Penny was baffled. "Got any ideas?"

"No ... not right now. Let's think about it." Peter had conquered his emotion. He took a deep sighing breath. He uncurled his hand. He turned onto his side facing Penny. Small leaves stuck to his sweaty belly.

"Okay." Penny rolled over onto her back again. She brushed twigs and leaves from her tanned skin. She stared up at the tangle of leaves and stems a few inches over her head. She sighed, too. Her big breasts rose and fell dramatically. She sniffled and swallowed. After a minute, Penny said, "Did you see how big his was?"

"Yeah. Well, shit, he's a grown man."

"But it didn't look as big as yours ... and you're only fifteen."

"I don't know ... we couldn't see it all."

"Even so...." Penny boldly reached over and slid her hand into his tight-knit trunks. Her ringers found Peter's cock small and shrunken. She squeezed gently and fondled it. It began to grow. In a minute Peter's cock had filled her hand and angled far over toward his hip. Penny lay with one arm angled under her head, one hand in his swimsuit, manipulating his very large cock. She said, "I'll bet yours is bigger. Maybe his is thicker, but yours is longer."

"What do you want me to do, go up to him and ask him to measure his?" Peter reached over and slid his left hand into her bikini bottom.

"Sure! I dare you!" ' Penny giggled. "I'll bet he's so proud of what he's got, he'll do it. Act dumb ... you know."

Peter got his finger into Penny's slit. He found her juicy and ready. Her clitoris was stiff and hot. Peter said, "Okay, I'll find out how much Lars has. If you ask Mom what she thinks about sucking."

"You know what she'll say ... but I will, just to prove how phony she is." Penny wriggled as Peter's finger stroked over her excited clit. "Ummm ... let's get free and finish what we started before."

They pushed their swimsuits down. Penny made a face and dug a sharp rock from under her pale buttocks. Then she grabbed Peter's long, fat, hard cock and began slowly pumping the white skin up and down. His big glans appeared and was covered by the rising-falling sleeve of skin. This time Penny did not close her eyes. She stared at her brother's cock. Peter watched his hand on her mound, watched her moving hand ... They glanced into each other's eyes and smiled. There was no embarrassment.

Penny said, with a husky tremor, "I'm going to make it quick ... I'm getting that whipped cream feeling...."

Peter nodded. He could tell. Her clit felt extra-stiff now, under his sliding, flicking fingertip. And her slit was gooey and really hot.

Penny drew her heels almost up to her crotch. Her bikini bottom was a loose bond around her ankles. Her slender, tanned thighs hung wide open. Her lightly fuzzed pussy gaped around Peter's rapidly moving finger. She breathed faster and faster. Her eyes lost focus. Her sleek, narrow hips began to undulate. Her sunken belly rippled. Penny's fingers tightened on his rigid cock. Her hand jerked up and down spasmodically as she lost her concentration.

Her smooth brow knitted tighter and tighter. Her generous mouth opened ... she gasped, "Oh, Peter-" She panted and trembled and writhed. Her young face was a mask of apparent agony. Then her face gradually smoothed and she sent him a sweet, grateful smile. "Ummm ... That was so nice. Better than any in a long time. Weeks."

Peter kept his finger moving slowly, gently, in her juicy slit. "Maybe seeing Mom do her thing excited you."

"Maybe. Did seeing it excite you?"

Peter hesitated. He scowled. "I won't lie to you, Penny. I got hard as hell when she started sucking him off. But I was disgusted, too, you know? I mean ... she's our mother!"

"It shook me, too. Kids just don't think of their mothers doing that ... especially that way."

"Down on her knees ... like a slave or something."

"And Lars lording it over her...."

Peter said, "But-I guess that's what she likes ... that submission scene." He frowned in thought.

Penny had continued slowly pumping his cock. She stared at it again. "That was one of the things the girls at school talked about-sucking. It sort of blew my mind seeing Mom do it."

She shifted lower and closer to Peter's big, throbbing organ. "It ... it kind of made me want to try it ... with you."

"Now?"

"Uh-huh. I guess so." Penny wriggled still lower. The big head of his cock bobbed close to her mouth, as she stroked his shaft. "Want me to?" Her dark amber eyes crackled with excitement and daring.

"Sure." Peter's voice almost cracked.

Penny giggled. She fingered strands of long red-brown hair from her eyes. She settled her beaded headband lower.

Peter said experimentally, "Suck it!"

Penny's eyes widened. She grinned. "Oh, please, don't make me do it!"

"Suck me off! Bitch!"

"Ohhh...." With a mock wail of despair, Penny guided his cock and licked tentatively at the large, plum-colored glans. She paused to taste and decide if she wanted to go ahead. She licked her lips. She licked his glans again, underneath, and around. Penny looked up. "Like it?"

Peter nodded. "Do you?"

"So far. Nothing to it." She resumed licking. After a minute she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the round, silky tip. She took the whole head. She took more and more. She filled her mouth. She kept her tongue moving inside.

Peter moaned. He licked his lips. The sight of his sister with her mouth full of his cock was tremendously arousing. And she was sucking him wonderfully! He was enthralled with this new way of sex. A hot, tight pleasure was coiling in his loins.

Penny drew her head back. Her lips clung tightly to his glans till the last. She asked, "How was that?" Her eyes danced.

"God, Penny! Fantastic! Do it some more." Peter's mouth was dry. When her mouth took him again-hot and wet with a fluttering snake of tongue-Peter's guts bunched tight. He had trouble breathing. He watched Penny suck. His cock got harder and bigger. He started to gasp. He couldn't help it.

Penny tried doing it different ways. She decided she liked pumping the skin up and down the shaft as she sucked the head. She could tell Peter liked that way best-he trembled when she did it, especially when she brought her hand up to meet her plunging lips.

Peter gasped, "I'm getting close!"

Penny lifted her hot mouth from his big cock Her gaze was now soft and oddly lustful. She unconsciously, sensuously licked her wet lips. "I'm not going to stop. Go ahead and shoot."

"You mean it?"

Penny nodded, open mouthed. She closed her eyes and fastened her mouth on his swollen glans. Her hand stroked up and down ... her head bobbed in the same rhythm. Peter stared and gasped and moaned. His legs stiffened. His belly went taut. He gritted his teeth. He moaned as if in pain. Penny speeded her movements.

Her tongue danced on the exquisitely sensitive nerve tissue on the underside of his glans. She filled her whole mouth again and again and again with the last three inches of her brother's supremely rigid cock. She jerked her gripping hand up to meet her engorged mouth.

For an endless second he trembled breathlessly. Then-"PENNYYYYYY!"

His cock pulsed in her hand and mouth, and suddenly she felt a thick splash of viscous, salty, raw-tasting fluid far back on her tongue. Penny involuntarily pulled her mouth off his jerking cock. She wasn't quick enough to avoid a second gob of jetting semen. But Penny wasn't revulsed or disgusted, merely surprised. She had pulled back out of reflex. She continued rapidly pumping his cock. She took a spurt of semen on her chin. She didn't try to avoid it or the ensuing, weakening spurts.

She heard her brother's keening moans and was thrilled for him. A kind of lustful echo occurred in her own loins. Her clit was throbbing. She watched as the last drops of semen oozed from his glans. She slowed her strokes and finally stopped. Her mouth was gummy inside. She swallowed. She grinned at his shocked-stricken expression. "Good, huh?"

"Shit, yes...." He stared at her dripping cheek and chin. "You really did it."

Penny shrugged. She wiped her mouth and face with her hands. "It was fun." Her eyes sparkled. "I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"You like it?"

"I guess I do. It got me all hot again ... doing it." Penny rolled over onto her back again.

Peter took the cue. He put his hand on her mound and dipped his middle finger into her juicy slit. His sister was almost flowing she was so worked up. He quickly began flicking her clitoris. He said, "You know-some of the guys at school make jokes about 'going down' on their girls. I think I'll try that with you next time. Okay?"

"Umm. Sure. Your finger is fine, but I'll bet your tongue will be out of sight." Penny closed her eyes. She started to undulate her hips. She whispered, "Oh, God ... sometimes I get all empty inside-like now-and all whipped up and itchy...." She panted. Her left hand groped for his softened cock. She held on. She gasped, "I want to be fucked ... I want to be fucked ... OHH ... PETER-"

Penny squirmed on the grass and leaves, her naked buttocks bumping up and down as his finger drove her through her orgasm. A moment later she lay quiet, eyes still closed, breathing evenly.

Peter said, "Hey, you know what you said when you were coming?" Penny shook her head.

Peter started to speak, shut his mouth, then said, "I'll tell you later. We better get back. We better get over to the creek and wash the dirt and stuff off."

Penny nodded. She wriggled up her bikini bottom. She said, "I just can't get over what we saw Mom do...."