Chapter 7
That night, when the lights in the Reardon home were out, Denny crawled into his sister's bed to consummate what they had begun that afternoon. For a long time, they lay very close together, sighing and kissing in a state of bliss. Denny clutched the rubber in his hand and kissed his sister as if she were a bride. It was then that she told him her period had begun—two days early—and for hygenic reasons they should wait.
"I'm so disappointed," she told him! "I want it just as bad as you, Den—even more. But until I'm over the curse we'd better wait."
Denny told her he understood, and they agreed to be content with mutual masturbation once again. They were in the midst of a deep kiss when the door suddenly flung open and light filled the room. Squinting, terrified, they both stared at their father. He seemed less drunk than usual, but they could tell he was furious.
"What are you both doing in the same bed!" he yelled. "So there is something going on between the two of you. You'll both be interested to know that I received an anonymous telephone call late this afternoon. You two were kissing and fondling each other in the theater, correct? What in God's name have I created? Two freaks? And what are you doing in the same bed now?"
Denny thought fast. "Uh—Joyce was having a nightmare," he lied. "So I came over to make sure she was O.K."
"That's right, daddy," Joyce said. "Honest. I was scared and Denny got in bed with me because I asked him to."
Martin Reardon's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You both think awfully fast," he said. "Look, I'm a chiropractor in this town. I've got a reputation to uphold. What about this sex business in the theater?"
"Nothing, daddy," Joyce said, a bit indignantly. "I don't know what kind of maniac would say such a thing. A boy just got fresh with me. That's all. So Denny sat next to me to protect me."
"Hmm," Martin Reardon said, nodding. "For some strange reason I don't believe you." He studied them for a moment, almost lustfully and rubbing his crotch. Finally, he said, "All right then, but get back in your own bed, young man. There's something mighty strange going on between you two, and I'm afraid even to think about it!"
Martin Reardon waited until Denny had returned to his own bed. "It's a good thing Norma's daughter, Denise, is coming to visit us. I'm going to see that she sleeps right here in this room. That should put an end to these—these shenanigans."
Eyeing them both suspiciously for a moment, he then clicked off the light and closed the door firmly behind him.
During the following week their father burst unannounced frequently into their room after they had retired for the night. Each time, they had luckily been in their own beds. But Martin Reardon's suspicions inhibited them and seriously curtailed their plan to have sexual intercourse. They agreed to postpone what they came to term "The Fucking" until they were certain they would not be interrupted by their prying father.
But fate seemed to be conspiring against them, for they could never arrange to be completely alone without fear of interruption. They spent the long summer days pleasantly—swimming in the pond, bicycling over the beautiful Oregon countryside with Ray Rex and Sue. They rode horseback, hiked, watched the others fuck without fear or inhibition, reveling in their leisure and temporary reprieve from the noise and bustle of San Francisco.
Both Denny and Joyce suspected that it had been the jealous Bill Ormsby, Joyce's would-be lover, who had made that phone call to their father, but of course they could not be certain.
Finally, the day of Jimmy Bridges' party arrived. It was a Saturday, and their father again displayed his suspicions by asking all sorts of questions. As they waited for Rex to pick them up in his father's car, they assured Martin Reardon that the party would be properly chaperoned and that they would be home no later than 11:00 that night.
Actually, they intended to get home whenever they pleased. Also, the party would not be chaperoned. They guessed their father would be passed out by then anyway. Norma wouldn't be home till late either—maybe not until the next morning—because a neighbor, a Mrs. Juniper, had gone to the hospital for an emergency operation and Norma had promised to help Mr. Juniper with the children during his wife's absence.
It was ironic, really, that their father's suspicions were so misdirected, Denny thought as they waited for Rex to arrive. He had to smile. Just last week, he had spent over two hours in Martin Reardon's own bed, fucking Norma to his heart's and hard-on's content. It had been delicious there in the big master bedroom with just the two of them lying there naked and fucking without fear of interruption. Norma had cleverly said she needed a few things from the store and Joyce had bicycled into town to get them for her while Denny presumably stayed behind to assist Norma in moving some heavy furniture about the house and garage.
Even now, Denny felt all trembly in the pit of his stomach as he vividly recalled their mutual excitement the instant they were alone. All alone! The instant Joyce had disappeared from view, Norma had led him to the bedroom and they stripped down frantically, then lay lapping and clawing at each other's bodies like starving animals.
He recalled it all now ... He lay on his back there in the master bedroom, watching Norma, her hair disheveled and hanging down in front of her face slightly. Her blond locks tickled his abdomen and groin as she feasted noisily on his stiff prick, making a gluttonous meal of the organ, grabbing at its base with both hands, alternately flicking her tongue up and down the sides and over his balls, then engulfing every inch of his cock-meat and taking it deep down into her throat and moving her clenching full lips in short upward jerks, tugging until reaching the swollen and purplish and bulging head. She paused then, twirling her tongue, rimming it over the most sensitive spots, then inserting the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit of the dribbling flesh-crown. He loved watching her worshipfully gobbling his prick.
"You have a truly gorgeous cock, young man," she said, gazing at it and running her finger over the coursing, engorged vein on its underside. I could nurse on your prick all day, darling. Your all-day sucker is magnificent!"
Lying on their sides, they sixty-nined then, Denny fingering the glistening hole, drinking in and gulping hungrily the near-transparent love juice that clogged her lovely pink passion-channel. He marveled at every exquisite detail of the juicy cunt and drew each feverish lip deep into his mouth, cleansing the pussy lips, laving them and making the loud sucking noises she loved to hear. His favorite action was spreading the cunt lips wide apart, as wide as possible, and then massaging her faintly scented pubic mound and finally letting his lips settle over the rose bud of her clit. Gently, he let his tongue move from side to side while Norma moaned in frantic accompaniment—all the while devouring his prick like a cock-starved female, which of course she was! Strangely, he began to realize that he exercised a great deal of power over this woman. Quite possibly, she wanted him even more than he wanted her! She was not merely servicing him or doing him a favor. No, she desperately craved the manhood between his legs. That was quite a maturing realization!
Each time he fucked her, slid his rod between the hot, drenched pussy lips into the depths of her, she raised her legs high so that they rested on his shoulders and she stared at him with a half-pitiful smile as he sank his swollen meat-wedge into the core of her being, using her, stabbing her, forcing the pleas and begging and whining tributes to his male fuck-power.
Then, scooting up on her hands and knees, she taught him how to fuck dog-style—the way her own dog, Frederick might fuck—and he gripped her firm, ivory ass harder than necessary and slam-fucked her that way, too. Then, her head low, her ass wagging for "all of it," she stared through the bridge of her own legs at his "bee-uht-eee-fulll balls," massaging his flesh sack and gazing hypnotically at his slurping entrance and exit, his in-stroke and out-stroke, for a long time before she made him get on top of her again. But not for long, for then she crawled up on top of him and it was most beautiful of all in that position as he clutched her ass and licked at the globes with their erect nipples dangling in his face.
Several times she stopped her violent, rhythmic pumping and leaned far back, holding her perfectly contoured tummy and wiggling her hips and chanting: "It's all the way up, Denny. Your prick is all the way up in my cunt as far as it will go. Ummm ... feel good? Huh? Feel good on that hard, young cock of yours, huh?"
And just when he was certain she might succeed in breaking his cock off—from leaning back so far—she began whimpering in staccato breath-bursts, riding him harder, harder, not threatening to break his hard-on off anymore. He was the fish and she was the fisher-woman all right. She played him skillfully, teaching him everything he had dreamed of since puberty. "Yes, baby," she kept murmuring, "Oh, yes, Yes, yes, my baby-man, honey-man ... fuck mama! Fuck her hard, baby-honey-man!" And her lips smothered his face with wet kisses as she rode him like a depraved jockey.
Denny lifted his ass high off the bed with every savage thrust, giving her all she begged for and reveling in his new-found manhood and power, driving his tingling ramrod home again and again until they both reached the peak of excruciating ecstasy. Finally, Norma screamed at the top of her lungs, then collapsed in a twitching heap on top of him, sobbing, shuddering, drooling as she expressed undying gratitude and spoke of him as something sent from heaven to meet her urgent sexual needs.
When it was over, they both glanced at the clock, then showered, laughing as they sudsed each other, but hurrying in order to be dressed and innocent looking for Joyce's return.
Now, as Denny waited for Rex to arrive and pick him and his sister up for tonight's party, Denny concentrated on making his hard-on go away before he had to stand up. It seemed that he had been trying to "think away" his hard-ons ever since he could remember! Joyce had seen and felt and sucked his hard-on quite often, and of course his father, as a male, would certainly understand a little spontaneous erection, but it struck Denny as "bad form" to walk around with stiff meat showing below one's belt. Most important, though, he decided, was that—despite sexy Norma—he loved his sister more than any female on earth. Still, when it came down to all-around fucking and sucking he doubted if Norma would get any complaints from any male anywhere.
A car horn sounded from the driveway. Joyce kissed her father, who cautioned her about being a "good girl" and reminded both of them to get home early. Then, twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Norman Griswald's house, which sat far back from the road and was surrounded by huge pine trees. His parents had gone to Las Vegas for a week-long vacation, and thus the party at the Griswald house. Norman's parents trusted him completely, which was incredible since every kid in Walden Flats knew he was the biggest fuck-up in the county. In fact, Norman had been planning this beer party since the day his folks had informed him of their planned vacation. They had faith in his maturity, they had told him, and his ability to take care of the house and not let "strangers" in during their absence.
Rex braked the car to a stop in the Griswald driveway. A moment later, Rex, Ray, Sue, Joyce and Denny were knocking on the front door. Norman opened the door and told them to come in and grab a beer. Norman was tall, almost six feet, with reddish-brown hair, a prominent nose, bad complexion and a high-pitched voice. Yes, he sounded like a child even though he nearly looked adult.
It was 7:30, and already the party was in full swing. Loud music by The Grateful Dead blared from the stereo and everybody lay or sat on the floor drinking bottles and cans of beer. There was Bill Ormsby, handsome in a Steve McQueen sort of way, but with those dark, sneaky eyes. And there was Sherry and the other two girls Denny and Joyce had seen at the movie last week, plus many others they hadn't met. Norman introduced Denny and Joyce to the strangers, then led them into the kitchen. The sink was crammed full of ice and beer cans, and there were two bottles of vodka, partly empty, on the table. Norman opened a can of beer for each of them and then they returned to the living room and sat down on the carpet with the others. Denny felt very adult and excited, and he could tell his sister felt the same way.
Norman explained that they were playing a game like Spin-The-Bottle, only better. A boy would spin a Coke bottle until it pointed at a girl, and then the two of them would go back into the dark master bedroom for five minutes of uninterrupted love-play.
The bottle spun then and the first to be selected were Rex and Sherry. Catcalls and whistles came from the young group as Rex and Sherry disappeared into the bedroom. Some of the youngsters wandered out to the backyard patio and sat sipping their beers and staring up at the stars. Norman was timing Rex and Sherry and would let them know when their five minutes had expired.
Denny was surprised at the way Joyce gulped her beer. She was already looking a bit giddy. As far as he knew, she had drunk beer only once before, last New Year's Eve, and she had passed out that time. She gulped again and again from the can, getting giggly and light-headed. Soon, Bill Ormsby brought two fresh cans and pulled his chair next to hers. She gulped down her beer and accepted the full one.
"I'm a terrific person to give you beer," Bill said. "After the way you deserted me in the theater ... shoot, things were just beginning to get sexy!"
Joyce giggled. "Silly, that's why I left," she said.
Bill offered her a sip of vodka then, and she accepted the lovely, clear liquid, holding it up against the moon to inspect it before pouring some into her beer can. She had never tasted hard liquor before. She took a big gulp and scrunched her face up. She coughed. "It—It's like fire!" she cried, wondering how her father could drink hard liquor in such huge quantities. It scalded her throat, but she found the spreading warmth that tickled her toes a sensational kick. Suddenly she felt mellow, self-confident, as though the vodka were a magic elixir.
"Yep, you ran away from me," Bill said, "to go and neck with your brother. Pretty weird, and not a nice thing to do to a boy who thinks you're sexy as hell."
She was flattered by Bill's attention, but she denied she and Denny had been necking. Then she added, "Also, I think only a fink would make an anonymous phone call to "somebody's parents."
Bill took a sip of his beer. "Who called anybody's parents? Besides, would you be angry if I did?"
She sat up straight. "Angry? Look, my dad gave us holy hell, and he watches us all the time now, like we're freaks or something."
"Confidentially, I think you are," Bill said. "How many girls sit and French kiss with their own brother? I saw Denny's hard-on when the fights went on, so I know it's true."
Joyce took another sip of her spiked beer and gazed up happily at the moon and the stars. Suddenly she did not feel anger at Bill or anybody. She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life! She felt forgiving, magnanimous.
"Well, did you phone our dad?" she asked, leaning over and pressing her breast lightly against his arm. "If you did, I'll understand. It's O.K. Honest. Did you?" She was aware that her voice was sounding thick and slightly slurred, the way her father sounded when he'd been drinking.
Bill slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him. "Yes, I did," he said. "Because I was crazy jealous. You're so beautiful and—well, classy, I'm sorry, Joyce. I just got a little nutty. Forgive me?" He kissed her cheek tenderly.
Joyce scowled, then smiled. The alcohol had created an intense glow, and at the moment she could not be angry at anybody for anything. Oddly, she felt flattered that Bill cared enough to do such a nutty thing. "Very well," she said. "I forgive you, but you don't know my father! Don't ever do such a thing again!"
Bill promised, then told her he had looked for her at the theater just that afternoon. "You weren't there, Joyce," he said, sighing. "So I just sat there, bored, all by myself. Would you let me take you to the movie next week?"
With difficulty, Joyce focused her eyes on Bill Ormsby. He was cute, actually, and for the first time she realized the implications of being in love with your own brother. It was eerie. She liked Bill Ormsby now, but she did not want to date him. She realized she didn't want anyone but her brother, and the awful part was that she could not tell him (or anyone) the truth. Yes, she would have to hide and lie and sneak for the rest of her whole life! She was doomed to a lifetime of excuse-making, and eventually people would wonder why she did not date other boys. And people would notice that Denny didn't date other girls either. Yes, Bill's telephone call was only the beginning of the nightmare to come. She and her brother would have to become masters of deceit, always putting up a false front. And suddenly she realized that she and her brother would surely have to date others—so nobody would guess their unnatural relationship!
This realization was spooky, but it came to her with great clarity, and she found herself smiling fetchingly, seductively, at Bill. Oddly, Bill represented the enemy, just one of many more to follow, and she knew her present smile as only the first of many in a long series of deceptions. She would have to inform Denny of this great truth she had just hit upon. Abruptly, she reached out and patted Bill's cheek.
"Sure, Bill," she purred. "I'd love to go with you to the movies next week."
Norman began calling from the living room then. "Rex's and Sherry's time is up," he yelled. "Everybody here in the living room for the next spin!"
Both Rex and Sherry looked disheveled as they exited the bedroom. There was a huge come spot on Rex's zipper and his prick was still bulging against his fly. Five minutes wasn't much time in which to fuck, but Joyce wondered if they had sucked or what. She wished she could have watched them feeling each other up and squirming and groaning with the big hard-on standing up and drooling.
Once again, everybody sat in a circle on the floor, except Rex and Sherry, and Norman spun the bottle. The first spin stopped with the bottle pointing at Denny. Norman spun the bottle to select his partner, and this time it stopped pointing between Sue and Julie, the girl Ray had played sex games with in the theater last week.
Norman squinted, trying to make an unbiased decision. "I say it's pointing more at Julie," he said. "Denny and Julie get to spend five minutes in the bedroom!"
As Denny disappeared into the big bedroom with the pretty redhead, Joyce felt a strong surge of jealousy, but she somehow managed to control herself. She told herself: I can never, never let the others see the way I really feel.
"Your brother ain't gonna get fucked even if he's got hisself a rubber," Sue whispered in Joyce's ear. That Julie fucks sometimes, but mostly she's just a big tease. She's got a steel hole instead of a cunt, few boys who've fucked me tol' me so!"
Because of the liquor, they both giggled at the steel cunt remark, but Joyce still felt strongly jealous.
"And she's got little ball bearings for titties," Sue added. "Denny'll be lucky to git jerked off. Take my word for it."
They both went into the kitchen again for fresh beers. Bill arrived and opened the cans for them. Then he took Joyce's arm. "Come on, Joyce. Let's you and me slip outside again, okay?"
Joyce winked at Sue, then followed Bill out to patio. The instant they stepped onto the patio, Bill grabbed Joyce hard and pulled her against his rising prick. He ground his open mouth hard against hers and began kneading the cheeks of her ass, pulling her to him ferociously, hungrily. Joyce didn't back away from the erect cock that pressed against her cunt. But she turned her head away, then stared stupidly at him. Even though Bill meant nothing to her, she realized a display of horniness between them might dispel rumors about herself and her brother. She even pumped her hips a little at his hard meat that speared urgently.
"Let's have a little more vodka," she slurred.
Interpreting her remark as a preliminary to all-out sex, Bill hurried into the kitchen and returned with a near-full glass of vodka. He took a big swallow and Joyce did, too. Then they curled up on the canvas swing and Bill unclasped her bra and began kissing her neck and playing with her bare titties. Joyce went on letting him dry-fuck her tummy and squeeze her nipples. They laughed, feeling the effects of the vodka as their sex play crescendoed in intensity. Joyce liked his prick. It was very hard and dribbling just the way she liked them. She began slowly jerking him off and wondering if she dared lower her head and lick the come from the end of his member. Her cunt was gushing and tingling and she wanted to take his prick and maybe even his immense balls all the way into her mouth.
Bill's finger was teasing her clit now and she was breathing very hard, almost ready to go down on the big throbbing hard-on. But suddenly she heard Denny's voice, very close and very angry. He had finished his session with Julie.
"Get up!" Denny commanded. "Stop making a fool of yourself with this creep!"
"I—I like him," Joyce defended, releasing his swollen shaft, trying to disguise what she'd been doing. "I'm making friends with the boy who called our father, Denny. Yesh, this here's the anonymish telephone caller. Isn't that right, Bill?"
"Correct," Bill replied, snuggling closer, ignoring Denny. "Why should your own brother have you? I want you all to myself, and that'sh why I called your dad." He feasted on her left tit.
"You both sound drunk!" Denny spat. "Get up, Joyce. Now!"
Joyce had never seen her brother this angry, and even through the alcoholic haze she knew she'd better get up fast. She tried to get up, but it was too late. Denny lunged, grabbed Bill by his shirtfront and jerked him to his feet. "Rotten bastard!" he shrieked. "You're the fink who called my old man!"
Stupidly, Bill would not be quiet. He muttered thickly, "Want your sister all to yourself, doncha? Y-You're nothin' but a goddam pervert, Denny. Nobody can fuck her but you, huh? Well, we'll see about that! Wait till I call the drunken Dr. Reardon and tell him his son wansa fuck his daughter. Yeah, I think I'll call him right now. Let go my shirt, ass hole!"
Denny took deliberate and frightening aim, then landed a right first directly to Bill's jaw. Bill staggered backwards, and fell face first into a flower bed. Screaming, Joyce jumped up and grabbed her brother's shoulder. She barely recognized him. He trembled all over and his eyes were blazing.
"He didn't mean it, Denny!" she yelled. "Please don't do this, Denny! Don't!"
Denny whirled and silenced her with a vicious backhand to the cheek. Joyce dropped to the ground, then stared up, not believing her brother had struck her. She began sobbing drunkenly and hysterically as she rubbed her face in disbelief. "How—How could you, Denny?" she cried, her chest heaving. "After our promise? After what we said to each other. W-We took a vow, Denny Reardon ..."
Bill managed to struggle to his feet and now came at Denny menacingly. Sobbing, not wanting to see the outcome, Joyce fled through the big house and out the front door. Stumbling, partly from shock and partly from the vodka, she made her way along the dirt shoulder of the two-lane road in the general direction of the Reardon house. It was a long way and she was not certain of the direction, but she did not care. Denny had slapped her, humiliated her in front of everybody, and anguish and self-pity consumed her as she staggered for the safety of home.
Then, headlights approached from behind, the car turned after passing her on what appeared to be a dirt road ahead. Did it stop in a cluster of pine trees? She could not be sure. She pushed on—sobbing, tripping, wondering if maybe Bill had left the party to take her home. She hoped so. She felt quite drunk now and she knew she should not be all alone out here so far away from everyone.