Chapter 7

"It's too bad Mike and Connie weren't up to balling tonight," Wendy said after she closed the door behind their friends. "I'm horny."

"Me too!" Bud laughed. "Relaxed and horny as hell. Let's have another drink and make mad, passionate love."

"I don't know about another drink," Wendy giggled. "I'm sailing now!"

"Won't hurt," Bud remarked with a smile as he poured the remainder of the pitcher into their glasses. "And think of all the vitamin C we get with this orange juice!"

They clicked their glasses in a mock toast to sex and took liberal swallows. A series of noises from the back of the condominium caught their attention.

"Now what are those kids up to?" Bud remarked.

"Heaven knows!" Wendy replied with a sigh. "The last I heard they were playing something called 'kidnapped.' You know how they've read every word about the Patty Hearst thing."

"We'd better take a look," Bud replied.

"I suppose," Wendy sighed, leading the way down the hall.

When they heard something that sounded very much like a muffled cry, they hurried to Patty's bedroom and opened the door. Patty was seated in her wooden study chair. Her arms were bound behind her back and her legs were lashed to the legs of the chair. She had a handkerchief as a gag.

Bud rushed over and yanked the gag free of her mouth.

"What happened?" Bud demanded.

"It was Jimmy!" Patty cried. "Quick, he's hiding behind the door!"

As Wendy turned around she caught a quick movement in the corner of her eye. She whipped her hand out and caught her twelve-year-old son as he tried to escape out the door.

"Just a minute, young man!" she snapped, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back in the room.

"I told you that you'd get it!" Patty cried triumphantly.

"What did I do?" the boy protested. "We were just playing!"

"What happened, Patty?" Bud asked.

"We were playing kidnapped," the pretty young teenager replied, "and Jimmy wanted to show me how Patty Hearst was tied up when they first snatched her. As soon as he had me tied up like this, he gagged me and started playing around."

"Playing around?" Wendy asked.

"He ... he started feeling my breasts and he put his hand up under my dress!" Patty said.

"Well, well!" Bud commented. "It sounds like our son is a horny little devil, doesn't it? I think he should see what it feels like to be tied up, don't you, Wendy?"

"That's a good idea!" Wendy agreed.

"Hold him. I'll get the chair from his room," Bud said.

"Hey, how about untying me?" Patty said.

"In a minute," Bud replied. "Just wait until we show your brother what it feels like to be tied up like that."

"Gee, Mom!" Jimmy protested while his father was bringing the chair from his room.

"Don't 'Gee, Mom' me!" Wendy replied. "We'll just see how you like the same treatment you gave your sister."

"Here," Bud said as he walked back into the room and placed the chair directly opposite his bound daughter's position, "well use this extension cord to tie him with."

Between them, Bud and Wendy forced Jimmy into a sitting position on the chair. Bud held him while Wendy tied his legs to the chair and bound his wrists behind his back.

"Hey, gee, come on!" Jimmy protested when he struggled and found he was securely bound to the chair.

"Serves you right, you rat!" Patty laughed. * "So Jimmy started feeling you up," Bud said to Patty.

"Yes. He's done it before, whenever he thought he could get away with it."

"Why don't you tell them everything!" Jimmy snapped. "Tell them how you said we should both take our clothes off so we could see each other naked. And tell them how you like to break into the bathroom when I'm taking my shower. And about that time you grabbed my . . . my . .."

"Your prick, dear?" Wendy added with a laugh.

"Yes," the boy stammered in an embarrassed voice.

"Don't be shy around us," Bud laughed. "We may even know some words that you don't. So our little Patty is curious about sex, too!"

Patty blushed a bright pink and avoided her father and mother's eyes.

Bud smiled and turned to glance at Wendy, and in that single moment both of them had the same idea and knew what they were going to do. To confirm it, they nodded to each other.

"Maybe it's time we taught them all about sex," Bud remarked as casually as he could. "What say, Wendy?"

"Oh, I think it's an excellent idea," Wendy laughed. "I'm still pretty horny."

"Me too," Bud laughed. "Why don't you take care of Jimmy's education and I'll work with Patty?"

"Fine! Shall we take off these clothes? It's warm in here."

"We can hardly teach them about sex if we're dressed," Bud laughed.

Without ceremony, Bud quickly began undressing. He slipped off his velour leisure shirt and unbuckled his belt. He watched young Patty's eyes fix on his groin as he unzipped his fly and began pulling his slacks down. When his rigid cock bobbed free of his underpants, he saw his daughter's eyes bulge in their sockets. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"What's the matter, Patty?" Bud chuckled.

"It's . . . it's so . . . well, it's so much bigger than Jimmy's!" she exclaimed, her face flushing a bright red with embarrassment.

"I hope so!" Bud laughed. "I'm a year or two older than Jimmy is."

"Mama!" Patty gasped when she saw that her mother was pulling her bra off to bare her breasts to Jimmy's eager eyes.

"What, Patty?" Wendy laughed, wishing her words would stop slurring. Twice she'd almost lost her balance while she struggled to get her dress over her head. She was higher than a kite, but she really didn't give a damn! "I'm not ashamed of my body. Are you? I'm proud of my body."

"I didn't mean that!" Patty blustered.

"Say," Bud remarked as he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his slacks and underpants to stand stark naked in front of his children, "that's a good point! We have to undress them if we're going to teach them about sex."

"Dad!" Patty cried, unable to take her eyes off of his long, hard penis sticking straight out from his groin.

"But they're tied up," Wendy commented in a puzzled voice. "How can we undress them without untying them?"

"We can always cut their clothes off," Bud laughed. "And I suppose our budget can afford a new outfit for each of them after a special occasion like this. "Get your sewing scissors, Wendy."

Wendy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and walked quickly out of the room. She returned in moments with her sewing scissors. She handed the scissors to Bud and he walked over to stand beside his bound daughter.

"Dad! You wouldn't!"

Bud did not reply. He merely gazed down at his fourteen-year-old daughter's budding figure, then slowly began loosening and cutting away her clothing piece by piece.

"That's quite a nice little set of tits, Patty!" Bud exclaimed when he yanked her bra free of her body.

"Dad!" Patty cried.

"And look at the full growth of hair she has on her pussy!" he remarked to Wendy. "Nice and silky—just like yours! Here, it's your turn with the scissors."