Chapter 13

"What are we going to do, Ron? They look like they're asleep in there on Coach Barnett's desk." Melinda was carefully getting into her clothes, discarded so long ago.

Ron didn't answer for a long time. He was busy watching Melinda, telling himself she was safe and would soon go back to ignoring him. Butt damn, just watching her get dressed was a turn-on. The way she carefully stepped, the little wiggles she gave as she skinned into her tight dress, the almost seductively innocent way she put her shoes on. Then he shook his head. He didn't have the time to get hot over her.

There were other things to take care of.

Finally, he said, "Do you know where the janitor's closet is? I want you to go get a green plastic bottle sitting on the shelf. I saw it a week or so ago. It's close to waist level. Bring it back while I watch over our two Sleeping Beauties."

As soon as Melinda rushed off, he went into the office and looked down at the two naked teachers. The smell of gin was overwhelming. He couldn't tell if they'd passed out from too much booze or were simply asleep. He decided to help them along.

Finding another bottle in the lower drawer, he spent the next few minutes pouring most of the fifth down Sid's and Ellen's throats. If they hadn't been soused before, they were now.

Melinda came back with the plastic bottle. "Ron? Is this it? This is that super sticky glue.'.'

"Yeah, I know. Chuck got a hold of this bottle a couple weeks ago. He didn't let me see it. Told me to shut my eyes. He put a single drop on my thumb and then told me to rub it with my forefinger and tell him what I felt."

"What happened?"

"The glue fastened my thumb and forefinger together. We had to go to the chem lab and get some sort of gunk before I could separate them. The only other way would have been to rip the skin off

"So?"

"So our two friends are going to get themselves glued together. Bring in that cart they use to lug around the wrestling mats. I want to move them after I finish the glue job."

Melinda looked confused, but obeyed her brother. When she saw how he had glued the two together, she snickered a little, then asked, "And where are you going to put them? Out under the statue?"

"Nope. I want these two where everyone can see them. Help me get the cart moving." "There, all done," Ron said with some satisfaction.

"Want to go around and do some dancing?" Melinda grinned wickedly. "You bet! I wouldn't miss this show for the world!"

Ron and Melinda were bedraggled and the worse for wear and tear, but no one in the cafeteria noticed. They were all too busy dancing. Up on the tiny stage, a student was acting as disc jockey and spinning record after record. Behind him was a curtained off area.

"When do you spring your surprise?" she asked, eager to get it over with.

"As soon as I find the principal. I want dear Mr. Wood to know exactly what kind of teachers he has working for him."

When Ron found the principal, it was simply perfect. The man and three old buddies from the English department were sitting and drinking the unspiked punch right next to the stage.

Ron carefully arranged his little curtain opening device. It was just a stack of books tied onto the curtain cord. When the stack of books fell over, the curtain would open.

Behind the DJ on stage were Sid and Ellen. Sid was obviously fucking her, his hand on her breast. The red of her nipple was just visible through the huge paw of a hand. But there was no doubt what they were doing or who it was.

Mr. Wood exploded and one of the ladies fainted. Ron and Melinda simply looked at each other, smiling.

Melinda asked! "Longtime before they can get free of that glue, huh?"

"Yeah, long time," Ron said.

He had glued them together in the best places he could think of to punish them.

Ron took Melinda's arm and ushered her toward the door. "Let's split. Something tells me the cops will be here soon to take our friends to the slammer. I'd just as soon be watching from somewhere far away.

"With me, Ron?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.

He looked down into her icy blue eyes and felt a pang of remorse inside. It was a damned shame she was his sister. How they could screw all night long if only it weren't so.

"Yeah. Come on. Let's go on up to the roof. I know how to get up there so we won't be bothered."

By the time they got up to the roof, the police had come. They were taking Sid and Ellen off to jail. The two ex-teachers weren't even coherent. The gin they'd put down kept them totally drunk.

"That takes care of that," Ron said with some satisfaction.

"And how about me?" his sister asked.

He turned and she melted into his arms. Their lips met in a long, deep kiss. As his tongue was passionately wrestling with hers, he began to wonder what he was getting into.

Then it no longer mattered. All that mattered in the whole goddamn world was this seductive blonde clinging so passionately to him. His tongue swirled around hers. Then they began playing hide and seek. His tongue darted from his mouth and into hers. She lightly stroked his tongue then went sailing into his mouth.

Their saliva mixed and formed something headier than any wine. They slowly sank down to the roughness of the roof, but neither noticed. They were too wrapped up in each others embrace.

Before he knew it, Ron was working up his sister's skirt to expose her blonde-furred pussy. It looked gorgeous. And it wasn't his imagination-he found hundreds of dewy droplets of cunt juice.

She was ready for him.

His long prick slipped easily into her twat. They both moaned softly as he fucked her. Then they were moving together, his cock stirring up the embers of her lust.

The girl rolled over so that she could be on top of her brother for a moment. Looking into his eyes told her what she, herself, felt. Incest was nothing but a swear word. It didn't mean a thing to the likes of them.

They loved each other.

That was what counted, not some silly rules set down by society.

She continued rolling and felt his weight crush her to the roof. Then she was lifted into paradise as she came.

Her fingernails raked his back but neither noticed. They were too busy exploring their new relationship, the relationship that might never have been theirs except for two sadistic teachers.