Chapter 3
Dorothy Martin arched on the footstool, her slim fingers clamped to one of the ceiling beams in her closet. There was a wide crack there just between the. ceiling itself and the wooden moulding, and it was wide enough to look way out and then down, and her brother's bed was at the opposite end of the long room next to her closet, so she could see what was going on. Dody Brandon was naked except for her yellow cotton bobby sox, and her brother, muscular and slender, his black hair touseled and his face screwed up with concentration, was lying over her, his left arm under her shoulders. Dody had her fingers clasped around the back of Kenneth's neck, and her plump bare calves and thighs clutched over Kenneth Martin's wiry and slightly hairy legs. His lean muscular bottom was tightening and opening as he arched and then sank up and down over Dody Brandon's naked body, and every time he went down, Dody would emit a little "ohh, that's so good, oh don't hurry, let's make it last a long time-my gosh, you sure are good at this-you mean it's your first time?"
"Uh huh," Kenneth Martin panted, "I read a lot of books, and I got some dirty pictures from a store on Division Street one time that shows how it's done. And anyhow, Dody, you're so sexy I got all fired up and I guess that's why I'm doing it so good." And then, naively, he had asked, just like a little boy who wanted to be praised by his elders, "You sure I'm doing okay?"
"Mmmm, Kenny, I should certainly say you are-put your other hand under my bummy and squeeze it, I like to have my bummy squeezed when I'm getting honked," Dody sighed as she wriggled accommodatingly to ease her position under the lanky, excited naked youth. Actually, Kenneth Martin wasn't entirely naked; he had on his shorts, and he had naturally unbuttoned them to permit the emergence of his stiff young and certainly adequate cock.
When Dorothy Martin had entered the house, she had glumly gone upstairs to her room, and that's when she had heard giggles and the sounds of kisses, and then, amazed at all this, put her ear to the door and heard Dody Brandon say, "Ohh, you sure got a big dong on you, Kenny honey! Let's get to bed fast so I can see if it's going to fit nice and tight in my little lovebox!"
Her first impulse had been to fling open the door and give her brother hell for daring to get away with such a thing. But the sound of those kisses and her brother's hoarse moans and gasped-out praises of Dody's nakedness had stirred a shuddering warmth in Dorothy Martin's loins. So for the first time in her life she was spying on her brother. She had always known about this big crack in the ceiling of her closet, but this was the first time she was using it.
She didn't know it, but that impulse of being a peeping Tom (or rather, Thomasina!) was going to lead to the most remarkable drama of her young life and one in which not only Kenneth but her father and mother would also participate!