Chapter 3

Loren Farmer was getting ready to go to work. As he picked up his hard hat and lunch pail, he glanced at his two teenagers seated at the kitchen table, finishing their breakfast.

Gruffly he said, "Clean up the apartment today. I want it nice and clean when I get home."

Both Len and Doris looked at him and nodded.

Loren added, "I'll keep you busy so you'll keep your mind off other things. Don't let me hear of something happening, the way I did yesterday, or neither one of you will be able to sit down while you eat." He walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.

Len and Doris were twins, almost twenty. They continued to eat and stared silently at each other as they listened to the old man's receding footsteps.

Len's hair was straight and blonde, slightly darker than Doris' hair. He was wearing an old robe. Underneath it he had on only his pajama bottoms. The old man had finally conceded that he didn't have to wear the tops anymore if he didn't feel like it. Doris still had to wear her long cotton flannel nightgown. She kept her old robe snugged tightly around her so that the nightgown wouldn't show.

Len squirmed around in his chair and then cleared his throat. "What's he talking about? I'm already so sore it's hard to sit down."

"He didn't have to use the strap on you," she said. "I was the one that stopped to talk to June."

"I talked to her, too," Len said.

She said, "I still don't see anything wrong with that ... talking to someone who lives in The Plaza."

"He's got a thing," Len said. "You know that. How many times have we heard it?"

"A couple of million."

"Women are no good," Len said, mimicking the old man. "They are evil. Believe me, I know. I found out soon enough with your mother. She proved it that women are evil. I worked like a dog, trying to give her the best. Then I came home and found her down in the basement with the janitor. Almost naked, she was, the same as he, and they were doing a sinful thing! Because of it she had to die. She died because of her sin!"

Both Len and Doris ate quietly. Each one remembered that according to their father, their mother had jumped up and tried to run away. She'd stumbled and fallen, hitting her head against a wooden upright. Both Len and Doris had discussed that part of it often. They both came to the conclusion that they weren't certain whether their mother had really stumbled. Maybe something else had been the cause of her death.

Wistfully Doris said, "I wish I were like June, able to come and go as I please." The last couple of days she'd been peeking out of the window, watching Packer as he worked around the front of The Plaza. It would be nice to go down there and talk to him whenever she felt like it.

"June's very nice," Len said.

"Don't let Father hear you say that."

"I wouldn't say it to anyone but you, Doris. You're the only one I can talk to. All the guys in school are going steady. I can't even talk to girls."

"What about the girls I know?" Doris asked. "They've had dozens of boy friends." She rolled her shoulders.

Len asked, "I wonder who told the old man that we'd been talking to June?"

"I'm sure it was the manager." Doris shuddered. "Every time he looks at me I get the creeps."

"He's probably got a thing, too," Len said. "I wonder whether he was ever married?"

"Who'd want to marry a creep like him?"

"I don't know. Some women go for some weird guys."

Doris rotated her shoulders again and frowned. "Well, I certainly wouldn't marry someone like that."

Len stared thoughtfully into space. "I wonder what it would be like, being married to June?"

"She's too old for you, Len."

"I didn't mean that," he said. "She seems very understanding and warm. She just knows how to talk to people."

"Well, she should know those things, according to Father. How does he know she's a whore?"

"I wouldn't care," Len said, "what she is. I think it would be nice-just to be around her."

"You mean you'd like to make it with her."

Len flushed and grinned to cover up. "I don't know. I don't know what I want. I just know that I'm getting fidgety. I keep looking at girls and thinking about June."

Doris picked at a piece of bacon. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way. And being cooped up in this apartment all the time doesn't help matters." She grimaced as she shrugged.

"What's the matter?" Len asked.

"I guess I've turned into a woman," she said.

"I don't mean that. I know you have, just as I've turned into a man. I meant-you move your shoulders and you look like you're in pain."

"It's my shoulders and back. They're sore and tight, where he strapped me last night."

"Didn't you put anything on it? Salve or something?"

Doris shook her head. "After he strapped me he sent me to bed and locked the door. I was afraid to ask him about something for my back."

"Well, you can put some salve on it now. He's not around to stop you."

"Yes, I guess so. But I can't reach back there. Otherwise I would have put some on when I got up this morning."

"Get the salve and I'll put it on for you, Doris."

Doris shoved back her chair and got up from the table. "I think it would make me feel a lot better."

After she'd gone out of the room Len stared out the window. He saw the new man, Packer, down in front, playing the stream of water on the lawn he'd just trimmed. He's my age, Len thought, and he's free to go and to do what he likes. I wonder how many girls he's had so far?

"I got this out of the medicine cabinet," Doris said. She had a tube of salve in her hand. "It's cooling and healing-it says on the label."

"It's better than nothing."

As Doris slid into her chair again Len got up and walked around in back of her. Doris opened up the front of her robe and tipped her head forward. Len pulled back on the robe and moved the nightgown from the nape of her neck. He took the tube from Doris and squeezed a half inch of salve into his palm. He slid his hand into the tightness of her nightgown and smeared it on her back.

"That's great," Doris said, "but you're not down far enough."

Len pulled back on the cloth of her nightgown and peered down Doris' bare back. The welts were visible just below her shoulder blades. He shoved his hand downward, but his fingertips barely reached halfway down her shoulder blades. The neck of her nightgown was just too tight.

"I can't get down there, Doris. What do you want me to do, rip your nightgown?"

"Don't do that. Father would be sure I'd been raped."

Len tossed the tube onto the kitchen table. "You've either got to pull it up, or take it off. Otherwise I can't get at the welts"

When Len got to the doorway of her bedroom he saw that she'd taken off her robe, and she was stretched out on the bed, on her stomach. She pulled the nightgown up her back so that she was completely naked from the tips of her toes to the tops of her shoulder blades. Len recalled seeing her partially undressed years ago, but the sight of her now made him stare longingly at her.

Gently he used the palms of both hands, spreading the salve across Doris' marked back. He felt her soft skin becoming warmer. He squeezed out some more salve and repeated the procedure.

"Ummmm," Doris murmured softly. "That feels so good. It feels wonderful when someone rubs my back."

Rubbing her felt good to Len, too. He realized that he was becoming very warm and that he was getting bigger in the crotch. His whole body felt good and it tingled with excitement.

He said, "I guess that's why people have massages."

"Maybe," Doris agreed.

Len had now finished with her back but he began to massage the lower part of her back. There were no welts there and he was able to rub a little harder.

"My back feels better already," Doris said. She sucked in her breath and then sighed.

Len was staring down at her buttocks. Casually he moved his cupped hand onto the left one. He massaged a bit and pressured with his fingers. Doris didn't object. On the contrary, he noticed that she was moving her legs apart.

Len said, "Maybe I could learn to be a masseuse. I could practice on you."

"That's silly," Doris giggled. A masseuse is a woman. A man is a masseur."

"Well, whatever. All it takes is a little practice." As he continued to massage her buttocks he leaned to one side so that he could see better. His glance was fixed on the valley between her buttocks. He noticed that it was darker there, quite pink and then there was the little spot that resembled a small pink rose before it opened. Gently he let his fingertips massage it.

"What are you doing, Len!"

"Oooops. My hand slipped." He went back to massaging her buttocks and the small of her back.

"Oh, that feels so good," Doris said dreamily. Her legs spread out even more.

Now Len could see between her thighs. There were a few blonde curls visible, pressed against the blanket. Gently he slid his hand along Doris' inner thigh and touched her softness. Quickly he pulled his hand away.

"Len ... " Doris suddenly turned onto her back.

Len gulped and swallowed as he now looked down at Doris' bare front. She was so white and beautiful that he could hardly control himself from sliding on top of her. Her breasts were perfect hard mounds. With her legs spread apart he could clearly see the soft blonde curls and the outline of her bunny. Len's heart pounded rapidly and his penis seemed ready to burst.

"Len," Doris repeated, "isn't it a shame we're related?"

Len nodded and continued to savor her wonderful white body.

"Because if we weren't we could do lots of things together, wouldn't we?"

Again Len could only nod in return.

"Rub me in the front-the way you rubbed my back, Len."

Len sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently he began to rub Doris' stomach. His desire was now throbbing in his crotch. Roughly his hand slid up her stomach and squeezed her breasts. Doris' hands gripped his wrist and jammed his hand hard against her nipple.

Len gritted his teeth. The feeling in his penis was big and it was so good he could hardly stand it. He pulled his hand away from Doris' grip. Slowly he let his hand slide down the front of her stomach.

"That feels so wonderful, Len." Doris' eyes were closed. She could see the silhouette of Packer above her and she pretended that Packer was stroking her now. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, bringing her body forcibly against his hands. He was doing it so nice and she felt beautiful. She moaned softly and happily as his hand neared the pit of her fire and wanting.

Len gently caressed the soft curls. As he pressed down a bit harder he felt the heat and moistness of her opening under his fingertips. Merely touching her there sent the heat jolting through him, and his hardness felt so good it began to spasm.

Len jumped up and ran out of the room. By the time he'd entered the bathroom he had to bend forward because he was finished with his come. His pajamas now felt cold and wet against his stomach. His penis and thighs were sticky.

He heard Doris calling to him but he couldn't answer. He was bent over the sink and silently his fist beat against the tile.

Doris didn't call him again. She kept her eyes closed and let her hands stroke the insides of her hot thighs. Sensually her fingertips caressed the skin until she felt her sex with its heat and moisture.

"You do that so well. "Packer," she whispered. "It's so nice. It feels so good."

Gently her fingers began to caress the puffed and heated lips of her bunny, eventually going to the little hard knot at the top. Doris gasped ecstatically as her fingertips made contact with the hyper-sensitive spot.

She ground her hips and stomach savagely against the roughness of the covers. The delicious spasms of her climax jolted through her heated body; and then she felt the wonderful heated liquid drain from her.