Ann LeBere

Stepmother's bed

CHAPTER 1

San Francisco International Airport was brimming with people, scurrying about, bound for destinations all over the world. Denny Reardon, fifteen, and his sister, Joyce, fourteen, were so excited about their trip to Portland, Oregon they hadn't even played secret "sex games" in the backseat of the car on the way to the airport.

"Flight 426 for Portland now boarding," the announcement came over the loudspeaker system.

Denny and Joyce hurried with their mother and stepfather toward the entrance of the Boeing 737 jet. The children held hands, their palms sweating, because it was their first flight. After showing their tickets, their mother told them to be sure and obey their father and stepmother during their vacation, and to write every week.

Their very thin and discipline-minded stepfather, stockbroker Herbert Preen, shook hands mechanically with Denny, then embraced Joyce passionately as he kissed her soulfully on the lips. Denny never liked the way their stepfather hugged and kissed and pressed his body against his sister. Yes, he was certain their stepfather's interest in Joyce had become awfully lecherous since Joyce's breasts had blossomed and her body had ripened into stunningly curvaceous proportions. Denny knew all about yearning sexually for Joyce. He had been trying to fuck her himself-for quite a while now.

Finally, Herbert Preen released Joyce. "Have a good time," he said, "and be sure and write your mother and me." Denny eyed the telltale bulge at his stepfather's fly and he knew he hated his stepfather more than ever. Rotten bastard has a hard-on, he thought.

He and Joyce left then, walked the tunnel to the plane and, minutes later, the big jet taxied into position, and finally they were airborne. The siblings stared in fascination at objects below growing smaller as the jet climbed. Soon, they unfastened their seat belts and Joyce reached over and gave her brother's cock a secret, affectionate squeeze. Denny reciprocated, slyly rippling his fingertips across his sister's breast, then tweaking the nipple.

"Oh, sis," Denny whispered, "it's gonna be great spending a whole summer vacation away from our jail-keepers. We'll be able to do all the special secret things together, huh?" He stretched, staring down at his own erection. "Free at last," he sighed.

Joyce agreed, coyly admiring her brother's hard-on. "I just hope father and Norma aren't too strict. Tell me about Walden Flats again?" she pleaded. "Come on, Denny, tell me about it!"

Denny had told his sister about Walden Flats perhaps a hundred times, but she never tired of hearing about it. Last summer he had spent three weeks with their father and stepmother in Walden Flats. Joyce had not been able to go because she had come down with the measles, so he had gone by himself. Joyce had been keenly disappointed to miss the trip, and so she had insisted over and over again that he describe the sleepy rural town just outside of Portland, Oregon, where their chiropractor father lived. In detail, Denny had described the large yellow frame house on the hill with the olive and weeping willow trees surrounding it, the swimming pool in the front yard, the few stores in the center of town, just two miles away, and Landon Pond and the small town movie theater.

"You're gonna love it," he told his sister once again. "Mainly, I'm gonna love getting you away from Herbert. I thought he was gonna rape you there at the airport when he was hugging you. What a dumb bastard! Sticking his hard-on at you that way right in front of mother."

Joyce tugged at her bra strap. "Herbert's just fond of me" she said. "That's all. And of course he's a male, and everyone knows men's-uh-things swell up when they're around females." She glanced at her brother's crotch. "Like you, dear brother!"

"Yeah?" Denny said. "Fond of you? Hah! He's a stockbroker and he wants to stick his stalk in you! Right between your legs and up into that juicy little pussy of yours!"

Joyce glanced about nervously, shushing her brother. Then she whispered, "Look, I told you before. He's never tried to fool around with me. Honest. Would I lie to you? Remember our agreement?"

What Joyce said was true. Reluctantly, Denny nodded. Yes, he and Joyce always told each other everything-ever since he could remember. Their agreement was an unbreakable thing, a sacred promise to reveal the intimate details of their sexual experiences with the opposite sex to each other. As children of a broken home, it had been an agreement born of necessity. Confused about divorce, conflicting allegiances, they had turned to each other in desperation, solemnly vowing always to remain close, never to lie, telling all. And their intimacy had grown incredibly, to their own astonishment and even fear. Yes, Denny realized now, his sister wouldn't lie to him about their stepfather's obvious lech for her. Still, it hurt Denny to observe Herbert Preen in action, for Denny found his sister the most luscious and sexy female in the world!

So far, their agreement had been both valuable and exciting to both of them. Whenever other boys played with his sister's titties or tried to finger-fuck his sister, she told him about it. Also, Joyce explained how she felt and why she had turned them down. So Denny knew older boys' techniques and how girls really felt inside. Yes, his sister's confidences were even better than having a microphone in the ladies John! Much of Denny's curiosity about girls and sex had been satisfied because of their sacred agreement. Denny knew where girls peed from and menstruation and even their sensitive clitorises.

It was astonishing how many of his boyfriends at school knew absolutely nothing about girls' bodies, what turned them on and what turned them off. It amused him, too, when school chums displayed ignorance about where babies come from, female orgasms, pregnancy, everything. The funniest one he had ever heard was that a girl's crack ran in one continuous line from her clitoris to her tailbone! Yes, he was very lucky to have a sister who was informative and on the liberal side about showing and talking about her body. Joyce was Denny's special secret weapon, in a way, because he knew how girls really felt instead of just how they pretended to feel. Still, he wished he could sink his shaft between her legs just once. He hoped it would happen this summer… fuck his sister this summer… screw beautiful Joyce this summer…

For quite a while now their sex games had been getting more serious, more intense, more exciting, and Denny was certain that their special agreement was just as good for his sister as it was for himself. For instance, she knew exactly how a boys balls felt. Just last week, Denny had cuddled up with his sister in her bed, and Joyce had tried to switch his left testicle with his right one. She had been amazed to learn that a boy's balls weren't just two loose flesh acorns in a flesh sack, that each one had its own place. Bits of information like that had been good for both of them.

Then there was that other night when he showed how boys jerk off. He told Joyce that boys always think of, and imagine, girls' cunts and tits and fucking and sucking while they beat their meat. That had been quite a while back, before he could shoot jism out, but it had felt tingly good anyway-a regular orgasm without love-juice shooting out the end of his pole-he had explained to Joyce. After that, they had both waited and watched with excited anticipation for his first sperm gush, and he had repeated this show many times now to his sister's delight.

Wild-eyed she had played with his balls while he'd jerked off, and then when the tiny drops of come dribbled over the bulging head of his pulsing stalk, she had exclaimed, "Babies, babies! The beaut-ee-full goo makes babies!" And she rolled the magic white liquid as if it were precious between her fingers and let him suck on her titties for a while.

By now, of course, Denny was really geysering the old sperm out, his loads blasting high and mighty for his sister's inspection. In fact, only last week Joyce had requested Denny to lie on his back and jerk off for her. He complied and his sperm had shot at least a foot in the air through his bone-hard prong. "Ahhhhh!"

"Wheeee!" Joyce had squealed appreciatively. "It-it's like a whale spouting. It must feel nice going off inside a girl's tummy!" And then he had asked her to kiss a little from the end of his rod, and she had cooperated, smacking her lips. "Very tangy," she had said, and he knew he wanted her to keep her mouth over the head of his prick someday while he shot off. But everything took time. He would just have to be patient, and then maybe he could fuck her and suck her and everything.

"Dam it!" Joyce was saying now beside him. "Aren't you going to talk to me about Walden Flats? Come on! What are you daydreaming about? Any cute boys there? Huh? What are the boys like? Tell me all about it again!"

Denny sighed, letting his eyes roam over his beautiful sister's shapely body. His eyes drank in the beckoning dimpled knees, her smooth inner thighs beneath the miniskirt, the flare of her hips and those twin tormentors bulging beneath her blouse. He wished Joyce would not ask him about the boys of Walden Flats. True, they had made an agreement to reveal all secrets, but they had each other now, didn't they? Really, Denny did not wish to share her. Besides, living beneath the same roof, they would have endless opportunities to explore each other's bodies in privacy… and someday, yes, they would fuck… yes, they would fuck… yes, he was determined to fuck his angel-goddess sister.

This was the one thing he had not actually told his sister. He was breaking their agreement, he knew, but he was timid about telling her he wanted to stick his prick in her cunt and come inside her. Of course, there was another thing he hadn't told her either… yes, he had broken their agreement in another way, too. He hadn't told her about their stepmother, Norma, in Walden Flats. No, he had not admitted to Joyce that he wanted to fuck their father's wife. He was afraid she would not understand, and he was afraid telling her that might also interfere with his fucking her.

It seemed all very complicated to Denny because, secretly he realized he wanted to fuck every female, all females. Was he crazy, he wondered. Maybe. But any woman who possessed a beautiful, delicious pussy-well, he wanted to fuck and suck her. He hoped he was not abnormal, but he was afraid maybe he was a trifle over-sexed.

Denny gazed out the window at the white cloud puffs in the distance and swallowed. Good God, even the clouds reminded him of parted legs and breasts and men and women fucking! Everything reminded him of fucking! He felt his cock stiffen inside his pants and leaned over and whispered in his sister's ear: "I wanna jerk off right now," he said. "No kidding. Listen, I'll put my sweater over my lap and you can jerk me off, okay?"

"You're insane," Joyce said, giggling. "Somebody would see me. If you really want to-have to-then go to the men's room and do it. Maybe you can shoot your sperm up to the ceiling this time!"

Denny scowled, angry at her teasing him. "Dumb broad!" he said. "Can't you tell when a boy is just kidding?" he lied.

"Well, if you're not going to jerk off, then tell me some more about Walden Flats," she persisted.

He winked. "No," Denny said. "Put my sweater over your lap and let me fool around with your cunt."

"Darn it, Denny," she said in a harsh whisper. "Be quiet and stop that sex-talk in front of everybody. Tell me about daddy and Norma and Walden Flats."

Denny stared at his sister's tits and gathered his thoughts, trying to decide what to tell her and what not to tell her. He was certain he did not want to tell Joyce about his desire for Norma. Also, his sister would be jealous if she knew what had already happened between their father's wife and him.

No, he did not want to tell his sister about the "bruised cock" incident of last summer. He and Rex and Ray had gone skinny-dipping at Landon Pond. Rex and Ray were local boys who knew all the good recreational spots that Walden Flats had to offer: Clybourne Hill where the three of them had clod dirt fights and slid down over the tall grass on sheets of metal (like sledding in green snow) and ropes tied to trees over Landon Pond so they could swing out over the water and somersault into the pond, Tarzan-like, laughing yelling. But Denny had slipped and caught his crotch against the rope that day-a rope burn and a bruise on his penis-and he had returned home wincing, his cock swollen, looking like a lumpy, distorted knockwurst-and stepmother Norma had applied an ice pack to his genitals to ease the throbbing pain. But the ice bag had not done the job, so on the second day sexy stepmother Norma had entered his room carrying a tube of ointment. His father was at his office, and so they were all alone.

"Denny," Norma had announced, "drop your jam-mies, dear. I have some ointment here that I think will fix you up."

Denny recalled the incident vividly now, every luscious detail! He could see beautiful Norma settling onto the bed beside him, then efficiently dabbing the cooling medicine all over his cock and balls. She took a long time, thoroughly rubbing the salve into every pore of his prick, pulling the foreskin back and sliding her long delicate fingers up and down in a maddeningly steady tempo… up and down… up and down… and her eyes darted back and forth from his swollen prick, that grew stiffer with each loving stroke, to the expression of lust on his face.

Norma's own expression that day was even more interesting, at least to him, for she involuntarily ran her tongue tip across her lips as she fondled his steel-like rod in utter and total admiration. Watching her face and her hand steadily working on his wanger, he began to thrust his hips into the greased hand, and she increased her pressure and speed then, fondling his balls with her other hand. He knew he would come if she did not stop pretty soon. He was embarrassed, not wanting to come and wanting to come at the same time.

Ohhhh, if she didn't stop! His father's wife was jerking him off! It was a perfect scheme for both of them. She was jerking him off, but she could always say she hadn't jerked him off. Suddenly he knew he was coming… couldn't hold back and didn't want to hold back!

His body began to spasm and he began groaning. He was almost there… ready to shoot his sperm into the air while the greased palm moved faster over his sensitive, pulsing, rock-hard prick.

"No-or-mmmaaaa," was about all he could say, but it came out a pleading thing for her to continue.

He wondered what she would do, and then to his amazement, she calmly said, "Uh-Denny, please look the other way, will you? It-it's very important that you look away, dear. Eight now! Do you hear? And place the sheet over your head for a moment. I'm going to-to apply another-uh-warm cloth to the area and I don't want to frighten you. Look away now and-and keep the sheet over your head."

"Yessssssss," Denny heard himself groaning. He turned his head to the side, pulled the sheet up and then he felt what Norma had described as the "warm cloth."

The "warm cloth" tugged gently up and down over his foreskin, sliding smoothly, clenching from the base of his tingling prick to the head-washing it all over, cleansing it, slippery and hot and almost as if trying to drain it. Denny had never felt such a "warm cloth" in his entire life! The cloth seemed to be making strange sounds, too-slurpy-sounding gulpy things-and then he was coming… coming as he had never come in his life. He could feel his sperm gushing up and out, spewing into clenching, hot, greedy heat, and suddenly he knew what the cloth really was! The cloth had teeth and the cloth had a tongue, because the tongue was swirling crazily all around the head of his throbbing prick as he shot his sperm out. Slyly, he peeked and saw Norma gulping hungrily, swallowing his sperm, her eyes feasting crazily on his engorged hard-on, her hand working on his balls to get every drop into her nursing lips and gulping throat. On and on his balls spent their tingling, spasming clumps of love-juice into Norma's gulping throat. She seemed to abandon all caution, not noticing his head anymore, but just concentrating solely on his prick and on the contents of his balls as she drank and gulped, making loud gurgling sounds.

She tugged up and down his drained flesh-tube for a long time, until she was certain every drop of love-juice was gone. Then she swallowed, long and lingeringly, and it was only then that Denny realized the bed was still bouncing slightly and he saw that her hand moved against her pussy beneath her dress. Suddenly she shuddered, staring down at his prick as she came, and then she planted a long kiss on his balls as she shuddered to what he assumed was her own come.

He pretended not to see then, and pulled the sheet back over his face. "There, young man," Norma said, breathing hard and trying to conceal it. "I think that ointment and the warm cloth should take care of that bruise on your-uh-privates. I had you look away to avoid embarrassment, dear. I know how shy young people can be about these matters." There was a faint hint of a smile on her face as she said, "I hope I didn't hurt you while making the-uh-application. Did I?"

"No, not much," Denny breathed, still limp from his total orgasm into his stepmother's mouth. A blow job, he thought. I've had my first blow job! And dad's wife gave it to me!

The other time with Norma had been interesting, too. In fact, he had almost fucked her! One night, after his father and Norma had argued, his father had stormed out of the house to visit the Walden Flats Tavern and get even drunker. Norma and his father always seemed to argue a lot, especially when his father drank too much.

That night, after the argument, Norma had entered his room, led him by the hand to the master bedroom. The sheer white nightgown she wore was so sheer he could see every detail of her ripe, luscious body-the big, perfectly shaped tits, the coral nipples and the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. The light was on in the bedroom, and she said she wanted to "talk." Then she began filing her fingernails, her heels up against her buttocks, her back against the headboard of the bed. From his vantage point at the foot of the bed, he was able to peer long and leisurely at his young and beautiful stepmother's cunt! His prick strained against his pajama bottoms and his salivary glands gurgled. He began trembling all over with insane desire. He wanted to suck the coral nipples and then lick and fuck the beautiful pussy. He had never observed an adult woman's cunt, and he was certain it was the most beautiful creation in the world. As he stared, he could swear Norma spread her legs still wider apart, affording him a view of the cunt's simple yet complex delicacy. And then, she even reached down, pretending he was not present, and scratched a bit, worrying the folds of the lips. The pink, rippling line of her pussy lips between the soft bulging and furry sides was so inviting he wanted to dive and bury his gulping face in it!

Then, she seemed to be scratching herself again, but this time she placed her "scratching" middle finger right at the top-at her clitoris-and set up a steady stroking motion until the lips glistened in the dim fight from her love-juice. Oh, she was driving him crazy!

After a while, Norma turned off the light, took him in her arms briefly, then lay back so that his face was against her breast. He nuzzled there, against the soft mound covered with silken nightgown while she explained that his father was a "good man," though slightly neglectful. She apologized for his father then and began stroking his head slowly, encouragingly, moving it against her heaving breast.

Soon the strap of the gown fell down over her arm and his cheek lay against bare breast Again, just as the day she had sucked his prick to completion, she was pretending that it was all an accident, something unintentional, perhaps that she had even drifted off to sleep and was dreaming.

Testing, Denny pressed his cheek harder into the warm and swollen breast, moving his cheek until his lips came closer, closer to the erect nipple. Yes, he was certain then. He felt her hand urging, coaxing, exerting pressure against his head. It had to be an invitation. Maybe she would suck his prick again, he thought, and maybe he could lick her pussy, too. God, maybe she would even let him fuck her!

Unable to resist overt action any longer, he reached up and cupped the firm cushion of her breast in his eager palm. Then, very carefully, so that they could both maintain the illusion that she might be asleep, he massaged slowly for a long time and finally let his lips settle over the erect nipple. "N-o-r-m-a… " he sighed.

Her breath came very fast then and her chest heaved. As he continued nursing, gulping hungrily at both nipples, alternating greedily from one to the other, she rolled so that they lay on their sides, facing each other. She eased her knee up on top of his hip and he felt her hand in the small of his back, urging his dribbling erection toward her juicy cunt. The thought of inserting his hard-on in a female at last sent shudders of indescribable ecstasy through his groin, up and down his spine. Yes, he was going to fuck Norma… fuck Norma at last… he would know what fucking felt like!

But at that crucial moment, there was the sound of his father's car out in the driveway, skidding to a stop. Norma jumped up, as though emerging from sleep or a trance.

"Denny!" she cried. "Oh, I must have fallen asleep, dear. Well, you'd better hurry back to your own room now-get into your own bed. Hurry now! This instant!"

At that moment, Denny hated his own father. His father had denied him his first opportunity to fuck a female. He tiptoed hastily to his room and slipped into his own bed just as he heard his father enter. Still breathing hard, he turned the encounter over in his mind. Despite his disappointment and his painful, throbbing erection-bulging, dripping, craving-Denny knew that his stepmother wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. She had sucked his cock off, hadn't she? Yes, it was just a matter of time until he fucked her, he decided. God, when would he grow up so he could fuck and suck all he pleased? Someday he would fuck them all… his sister… his stepmother… all of them… right in their heavenly, seemingly unattainable pussies!

Slowly then, rocking the bed as little as possible, he jerked off, seeking the relief his aching balls begged for. He pretended to be fucking Norma, of course, and then he even pretended he was fucking his virgin sister.

He moved his foreskin back and forth over his tingling hard-on. It was hell trying not to make much noise, holding back so the bed would not squeak. He didn't want to be obvious, but he pounded his shaft harder, rocking the bed and groaning audibly, secretly hoping Norma might hear and know the torture she had put him through.

And that was the way it had been last summer. And this summer? Would Norma have changed her mind? He wanted to fuck her in the worst way, learn about the delights of sticking a female right in the cunt, and then introduce his sister to the delights he had learned.

This summer was the biggie, he decided. This summer he intended to become a man!

The stewardess was bringing a cart down the aisle now, offering beverages to the passengers. This summer, Denny thought. But I have to break the agreement with Joyce. No way I can tell Joyce about our father's wife. No way.

When the stewardess reached them, Denny had a Pepsi and Joyce ordered a ginger ale. They sipped their drinks for a moment, and then Denny said, "You'll love Walden Flats, sis. No fooling. But it's hard to tell you about it. I'll just have to show you. First thing tomorrow, we'll mosey into town and I'D show you the stores and Landon Pond and everything. Oregon is beautiful country."

"You mean that's all you've got to tell me? You gather your thoughts to tell me that? What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing much," Denny said, reaching out slyly for a tit.

Joyce slapped his hand. "You can't do that here, you kook! Besides, a girl's boobies aren't playthings!"

Denny leaned over and tongued her ear. "Wanna bet?"

His sister scowled harshly, looking away, whipping her long straight strands of coal-black hair and staring out the window. Denny followed her gaze, thinking about fucking her until they had to fasten their seat belts and began descending to land at Portland International Airport.

CHAPTER 2

Denny and Joyce entered the waiting area, moving slowly among the herd of passengers. Denny sighted his father and Norma standing some fifteen yards to their right. At the same instant, Martin Reardon spotted his children. "Denny… Joyce!" his booming baritone voice called. Denny nudged Joyce, and then they broke into a full run and hurled themselves into their fathers waiting arms.

"Daddy, Dadeee!" Joyce cried, burying her face in their father's chest. For the moment, Martin Reardon ignored his son and held his daughter close and kept calling her, "my little precious." Then, holding her at arm's length, he corrected himself. "No, you're not little anymore. You're all grown up. A full-blown woman!"

Then he introduced his daughter to his wife. "Joyce, this is Norma," he said, beaming proudly.

Norma hugged Joyce dutifully. "Dear, I've heard so much about you from your father and Denny," she said. "We meet at last!"

Martin Reardon shook hands with his son, then released Denny so Norma could hug him. Norma seemed surprisingly cool and Denny felt a surge of disappointment as his chest pressed firmly against the large succulent breasts he had fondled and sucked just last summer. But he remembered that Norma rarely displayed much affection while in the presence of her husband. God, she's gorgeous, he thought, ad-miring her firm, ripe body that curved in all the right places, the soft ash-blond hair fragrant with a hint of perfume, the trace of lust and mischief in her deep brown eyes. He admired her full lips, too. Yes, he certainly had pleasant memories in connection with those lips all right!

Martin Reardon was glancing back and forth between his son and daughter. "Denny, you look a bit pale," he said. "You need some of our Oregon summer sun. As for you, Joyce, I don't think I could suggest any improvement at all! You-you're simply ravishing!"

Denny didn't like the way his father was drinking in his sister's lush, ripe body. He helped his father with the luggage, and then the four of them walked chatting excitedly to the parking lot and got into Martin Reardon's new Volkswagen van. Five minutes later, they were driving the freeway toward Walden Flats. Martin Reardon spoke of the changes that had taken place since Denny's visit last year. The freeway system had been extended, he said, and there was a new shopping center on the edge of town. Denny felt disappointed at the changes. He had looked forward to driving the rural, winding roads he remembered to Walden Flats. He asked his father to take a cut-off which would take them through the center of the small town. His father agreed.

As they drove, Denny was glad his father had changed so little. His father looked a trifle dissipated, true, but Denny was proud of his father-his popularity in the town, his bearing, his carriage. Everyone in Walden Flats seemed to know and respect him. He still possessed a great sense of humor and he stood tail and straight, the way a chiropractor should, Denny thought.

Very possibly, the people whose necks he cracked and whose pulled muscles he treated, laughed as they exited his office. Even now, confident and erect behind the wheel, he kept them all laughing as he related stories about patients he had treated. Dr. Martin Reardon, Denny thought. He liked the sound of the title, even if chiropractors were thought by many to be quacks.

Really, Dr. Martin Reardon was in semi-retirement and, at forty-three, enjoying life to the hilt and pleased that Walden Flats had remained small and provincial. He didn't care about making a lot of money; he just loved the Oregon weather, the land, the people, everything. Joyce kept leaning over the seat and planting big kisses on her father's ruddy cheek as he drove. As they cruised through the main street of Walden Flats, Martin Reardon pointed out his office to Joyce and told her she could drop in anytime for an "adjustment." Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "You don't even have to make an appointment, hon."

They all laughed, and when they had sputtered and spasmed to silence again, Denny nudged his sister and pointed at the town square, an old-fashioned building atop a grassy knoll that had been converted into a movie theater. "The road to Landon Pond is just behind it," he told Joyce, and he shivered with excitement, remembering the good times there. He asked his father if the pond was still the same.

"Pretty much," Martin said. "The fishing's been good, they say, and it's supposed to be a little deeper. Oh, Denny, I saw Rex and Ray in town the other day. Told them you and Joyce were arriving soon. Fine boys-both of them. They're eager to see you and Joyce. You'll have to take Joyce and introduce her to everybody tomorrow. I imagine Rex's sister, Sue, and Joyce will have a lot in common." Martin Reardon winked at his wife. "Incidentally, Norma bought another bicycle, so you'll both have wheels this summer."

Joyce squealed and leaned over and kissed her father again appreciatively.

Soon they passed tall redwoods and old-style houses, proceeding down the winding rural road Denny remembered so well. Finally, they swung into an even more secluded area and then pulled into a steep gravel driveway. The Reardon residence.

Joyce jumped out. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she gasped. "Just the way I visualized it. It's just the way you described it, Denny!" She drank in the multicolored flowers, the huge hedge surrounding the enormous green front lawn. Then, as Norma and their father took them on a tour of the house, Joyce seemed in a near state of hysterical rapture. The house was rustic looking from the outside, but the interior was elegantly furnished and modern. Denny thought his sister would have an orgasm when she saw the room where she and her brother would sleep. It had wall-to-wall carpeting, twin beds, with spreads that matched padded headboards. There was huge mirror and dressers against the opposite wall near their private bathroom. Joyce made appropriate, loud squeals and bounced up and down on the beds, which were spaced just four feet apart

Joyce pulled the cord, opening the drapes and stared through the big window enraptured at the verdant countryside: trees, patches of green surrounded by redwood fences, horses and cattle grazing in distant neighbors' yards.

"It's so wonderful I wish we could stay here for a year!" she cried, hugging her father.

"Well, maybe we can arrange for you to attend school here next year," Martin Reardon said, patting his daughter's buttocks. Denny watched, wishing his father would keep his hands to himself!