Lee Martin sat by the window from where he had watched the sun rise. He had awakened an hour before dawn, unable to sleep or think of anything but what Millie had told him. She was pregnant! And what were they going to do about it? Whamo! Right smack in the friggin' mouth! For eons, he'd just sat and stared at her. They'd gone to her house from the stinko-party, in the wee-hours, of course, and plodded right into her bedroom, stripping to ball-it in the same old style… no prelims, no anything, just fall to.
Why be wary? The good judge and Millie's mother were undoubtedly at the Links club-house as were his own parents, not expected before the first crow pissed at daybreak. Hell, even if the club burned down and they were forced home early, they'd never look in to find out whether their daughter was home or not… anymore than his folks would… so there was no sweat.
"I-I'm pregnant, Lee," she'd said, sitting on her side of the bed. She might've whapped him in the face with a wet towel!
"Pre… Pregnant…?" he'd stammered, wilting backwards and rolling onto his naked side to stare at her.
She lay down beside him, stretching out, her arm draping over her face, half-hiding it. "Pregnant!" she repeated, "knocked up… going to have a baby… your baby, Lee Martin!"
He gaped at her, his mouth drying out. She started to sit up, then, lay back down, her fantastic tits spreading all over her chest like hand-molded, yeast-filled globs of creamy bread-dough. Her unequaled and delightful firm tits were the stellar attraction in any room she ever entered or left. They'd captivated him, and he couldn't think of a guy he knew who wouldn't like to get his hands on them… and she was aware of it… Maybe, maybe, they had, he thought momentarily!
"Y-You sure? I mean… how do you know?"
"How do you know the time? You examine a clock, eh? I went to a doctor… a doctor in Tempe," she answered, not looking at him.
He studied her subconsciously, lying there on her back, long and luscious, admiring her lengthy raven hair… like his mom's, he thought… heavy over her shoulders… and sexy… yeah, sexy… Man, she was an attractive chick, all right, with a wide, sensual-mouthed, warm smile… and dark eyes like his mom, too… with legs and an ass that guys gaped after. But shit! He had no deep feeling for her! She was just a good-time, swinging doll! Jesus Christ, he didn't want her to be knocked up!
"This doctor… he could be wrong, eh?"
"No chance, Baby. I've had the frog-test," she answered miserably.
"There's nothing left but the spawning! I'm up! Now, what?"
"Hell… I don't know right off hand…! Give me a minute to digest it, will you?"
"Take five," she answered sarcastically.
"Thanks…"
She'd stirred beside him, then sat up abruptly. "Shit!" she spat. "I know you don't want to marry me!"
"M-M-Marry you? Jumpin' Christ, Millie, I'm only fifteen! And what're you… almost seventeen? Man, what a beautiful pair we'd make trying to cut it in this fucking establishment! Of course, I could always get another paper-route like I had in Tucson…!"
"Oh, don't be moronic, Lee!" she threw at him, twisting so that he could see the tears on her cheeks. "It wouldn't make any difference anyway! Don't you suppose I know the score? All you wanted was a girl who would fuck!" she went on, lowering her face into her hands, crying with her long black hair draping beautifully over her shoulders in front and behind. "And… and I was that girl… because I loved you, Lee Martin… and God knows, I still do!" Suddenly, she twisted about to glare viciously at him. "You got my cherry, too! There were a dozen guys after it… not kids… men! But you got it!"
She'd told him that any number of times before, but how the hell would he know; he was no cunt authority. All right, it wasn't any canal with the locks open, but it hadn't felt like an unexplored, rippling creek either! Horseback riding had destroyed her hymen, she'd insisted… he couldn't've cared less… he found himself concerned now! Nevertheless, he blurted: "Okay, okay! You've made a point!"
He swung out of his adopted side of the bed. Christ! What did a guy do at a time like this? She was a sweet kid, and he'd fucked her from every angle known, including a few, maybe, that they'd invented, but he'd never flashed any ring under her nose! So they were lay-lovers… there wasn't anymore to it than that! Shit! What in Christ's name did a stud do? He was still in high school! A thing like this could suck the starch out of his whole life! So she was fragrant! Hell… hell, maybe it wasn't even his! Maybe she'd been taking some whang on the side that he didn't know anything about! Why not? She could've been… he'd never kept tabs on her! Besides, he'd tried to play it careful; she'd claimed to be on the pill and he'd invariably reminded her. Oh sure, the stuff wasn't infallible, but it was supposedly ninety-nine and forty-four one-hundred percent sperm-proof…!
… His thoughts were suddenly shattered. Katie was coming out of the stables; she was moving in a huff with that miserable wolf behind her, not two inches away from her ass… and she didn't look one inkling like the doll who'd walked into the building some forty minutes before.
Lee straightened upright and watched her. Her hair was a mess, and her skirt and blouse had the appearance of being walked over. Besides that, he could read the expression on her face… and it was anything but amiable.
Something was grandly amiss, he decided with a mental flourish, and… and he'd bet his ass that it had to do with that Chicano; he'd watched his stealthy entrance, too. That lecherous old bastard! If he'd done anything to Katie…! Not that she couldn't take care of herself, but sometimes, weirdo things happened!
Whatever, he knew he'd just have to wait and see. Katie was a clam… and there was small use of jumping to conclusions where she was involved. If she wanted to tell him, she would… and if she didn't, forget it…
Anyway, nothing was the same between them these days. Once, he reflected, they'd been pretty close, naturally close… He thought about it reminiscently… pleasantly… She'd walk around her room in one of those short, gauzy nighties, nothing else, and he'd been able to see right through it… her budding young tits and ass… the twinge of hair on her pussy… damn her, she'd known he was eyeballing her, too! Christ, as just a little girl she'd had the unbelievably developed tits of a grown teenager… and she'd known that as well… as well as she'd been certain he would come into her room before going to bed…!
Remembering, he realized now how close he'd come… how bad he'd wanted to hug her to him… how he'd plan it before, then go in… but he'd never had the nerve! She had wanted to, he was sure! They'd both wanted something that had to do with each other, but they'd never known what! Christ, she was his sister… his very own twin-sister! Was that the reason? Were they really, actually a part of one another…? Shit! Shit! Shit! It didn't matter anymore! The good things were all gone… left in Tucson… like his Peggy! Nothing mattered… except the lousy black shroud that was trying to engulf him.
Millie was pregnant! Christ! He had to talk to someone! What… what would Mom say? Mom… his beautiful, voluptuous mom! His buddies had moms, but they didn't look like her! Shit, she was something else! Even the guys said that, but what the hell did they know? They'd never watched her take a bath, or walk around her room in all of her enchanting, naked loveliness as he had every day for six months! How would they, or anyone know? Not even the old man… he was like a eunuch in a harem when he stared after her… but then, he never thought of anything but bread these days, anyway…
Lee felt his prick give a healthy lurch as he pictured his mom's nude beauty and squirmed in the chair. Fuck, he couldn't keep her out of his mind any more than a few minutes at a time… and when she was gone, Katie was there! What the hell was wrong with him, anyway? He got plenty… like Millie…! Millie! Jesus Christ! Millie…!
He'd talk to Katie… she was coming! He had to tell someone! She was his twin; she'd understand… help him…! Hell, he couldn't tell the old man! He'd probably come unglued! Wonder what was going to happen at the lousy bank when the news got out… especially, seeing that it was Judge Stone's daughter… as if she didn't have a cunt or something!
He bolted to his feet and began to walk the floor. He listened, hearing Katie's feet on the stairs, then he moved toward the door. Christ, he wanted so much to talk to her… yet, as her footfalls neared, then passed his room, he knew he couldn't open the door. It was too late between them; they'd built a barrier… when once, they'd been so close…
He swung away and paced aimlessly. Fuck! He loved her! What the hell was it that made him get on her back… like the night before with the pot? Was he afraid someone was going to harm her… or just take her from him? Damn, he really loved her… his baby sister…! Baby? She was actually older than he was…! But he loved her… she was his pet to look after, his loving sister who wore the nightie like a Goddess… like his mom…!
He shook his head and stumbled about the room. Millie's revelation was twisting him inside out! There wasn't any other way! She'd have to get rid of it… an abortion, or something…! Hell, there just wasn't any other way! Their parents would never forgive them the stigma an illegitimate kid would rouse in Breynar… But to find a doctor to do it… that was going to be something else…!
Suddenly Lee heard someone stirring in his parent's bedroom and moved tactically to his own clothes closet. He brushed aside a strategically hung old skirt of his to reveal his private peek-hole, a carefully reamed-out circle the size of a twenty-five-cent-piece that he had accomplished with a pen-knife. It looked directly into his folk's closet but was near-undetectable from their side… at least, it hadn't been discovered in the six months he'd enjoyed its usage. Of course, when their closet-door was closed he could see nothing, but it being a sliding affair, it was more often left open… and he'd played voyeur to some damned exciting shows, though he couldn't say too much for the old man's stamina, but his beautiful mom never seemed to get enough… and he could see it in her face when she was alone, dressing, or just primping, and even more-so when she was lounging away the hours. Those were the times that really got to him, when his cock would get as hard as a monument just watching her and knowing she was alive with excitement…
His dad passed in front of his view and Lee could see that he'd donned old clothes, not his usual golf-togs for Saturday morning. His mom still slept; he could see her long black hair fanned out over the silken pillow. Christ, she was something else! But what was the old man up to? Were they going to be graced with his company today? Must be Jenkins had let him off the hook… told him he could play houseboy for a change. That ugly bastard!
Christ, how he hated that little hobgoblin! He couldn't help but believe if it hadn't been for him that they'd still probably be in Tucson… poorer, but happier… and he'd be with Peggy… with no Goddamned knocked up Millie Stone…!
Disconcertedly, Lee Martin plodded back to his window-side chair and dropped into it. The fucking world was an asshole of a place, anyway! Hell should be a welcomed relief… if there was such a spot! His brain was a muddle of emotions; the mere act of peeking at his mother had stimulated him, as always. But the belly-sinking thought of Millie Stone being up lessened its usual effect considerably; then, there was his concern for Katie and wondering if that Goddamned Juan had tried anything with her… He'd kill the ugly bastard! Shit… if only he could talk to her… if they could just confide in one another, the way they used to before Darrel Jenkins had disrupted all of their lives!
Damnit, what he needed was sleep; he'd only had a little over an hour when he'd bolted upright in the bed thinking of Millie. He still wore only his shorts and decided to try it again, getting up from the chair and walking over to throw himself onto the sack. He heard his parent's bedroom door open and close and his dad's footfalls moving along the hall, then descending the stairs. Evidently the rose bushes were going to catch it today…
He lay on his stomach, his pecker still half hard, and ground it against the mattress with little rhythmic movements of his lean hips, causing immediate erotic sensations in his loins and belly. Hell, now he wished he'd fucked Millie one last time before leaving, but he'd been so Goddamned upset that all he could think of was going, not cumming. He wished to hell he had her there right now… he'd stuff her so full of cock her eyes would pop out…!
It wasn't any use; he couldn't sleep. He got from the bed, his swollen rod poling out the front of his shorts, and found a cigarette. He wished it was a joint; Christ, he was about ready to blow his cool! Between the lustful agitation his cock was giving him and the mental aggravation tormenting him, he didn't know where to turn. If only he could talk to someone…
Rapid footsteps on the stairs and in the hallway interrupted his thoughts. He heard them hurry by his room, then his parents' door opened and closed quickly. For a long moment, he remained motionless, just dragging at the weed… finally, he went to his peek-hole…
He saw his father sitting on the bed beside his mom and she was awake, lying on her back with the sheet beneath her chin, looking up at him and listening. The old man was holding her hand and talking fast, but his words were indistinct to Lee… and he looked like he was going to burst right out crying any second…!
"Oh God, Jan… I'm sorry…!" his dad blurted, then dropped his face, shaking his head back and forth. "I… I didn't know…" The rest was muffled and Lee couldn't make it out. Suddenly, his mom shifted her position, moving higher in the bed onto the pillow, the sheet falling away to reveal her magnificent tits, and he felt his prick give a lusty jerk. There was an expression of awe on her lovely face that half-frightened him…
"Y-You mean… that unless I go to bed with Darrel Jenkins… he'd let you go to prison…?" she was saying, her expression one of utter disbelief. "He… he can't mean it, Gil… my God…!"
"Oh shit, he means it, all right, Jan!" his dad spat. "I-I never realized what a fucking monster the sonofabitch is!"
Lee was as much shocked by his father's choice of words as he was at what his mom had just said. He'd never realized that his father possessed such a gutsy vocabulary and momentarily he felt the generation gap between them narrowed considerably; but the disgusting horror of his mom's words was ricocheting nauseatingly in his brain, their full meaning slowly and sickeningly being interpreted by his tired, overworked mental facilities. Jesus Christ, the thought alone was enough to make him puke… his beautiful mom being fucked by that ugly little miscreant! Shit, he'd kill him first! He would, so help him…!
"… Darling… Darling, why didn't you tell me before?" his mom was saying and holding her arms open to his dad. "D-Didn't you know I would've helped you…? I love you, Gil…!"
Lee couldn't help the little twinge of jealousy he felt as he saw the tears in his mother's dark eyes, her lush trembling lips and heard the quiver in her voice. Then, his father was inside her arms leaning down while she hugged him tight and he began to caress her firm white tits and kiss her lips and eyes… and her whole sweet face, and the erect mounds of flesh in his hands… his tongue licking at their already hard nipples… and his mom began to squirm noticeably beneath the sheet.
"Damn, Baby… what have I done to you… and the kids…?" his dad gasped.
"Darling… it's not too late, don't you see?" his mom half-whispered. "Together, we can overcome anything… no matter what… even Darrel Jenkins… but we've got to save Katie from him…!"
"You… you mean, that you'll do it…?" Lee heard his father rasp under his breath. "You'll let him…?"
"I-I'd do anything to save you from anguish, my darling," she replied. "You or the twins… But… but let's not talk anymore right now… Undress and make love to me… I need it so much…!"
A shower and thorough cleansing of her genitals had helped to restore Katie's general good-nature, but she still couldn't throw off the feeling of revulsion that her act with Juan Chaverez had left with her. Her darling pets were different, but to think that she'd actually sucked that dirty old man's prick…? She could hardly believe it'd happened… yet, it had, and repulsive as the thought was, still something masochistically stimulating about it that caused her vibrant young loins to tingle excitedly… and she knew in her heart that she would willingly do it again!
She had slipped into her favorite green peignoir to cover her nakedness and stretched out on her bed, surprised that she wasn't completely spent after her wild ordeal… that those frenzied little fermentations could leap instantly alive inside her belly as she relived the whole wanton scene again in her mind. Lord, would she ever get enough, she wondered? She felt almost insatiable and couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't cursed with some inherent drive from either, or both, of her parents. God, right now she could almost do it all over again…!
Genghis, as if instinctively, arose from where he lay beside her bed to cradle his massive head on her soft belly. He whimpered and she petted him fondly. Damn, his drive was as unquenchable as her own, she thought, knowing that if she gave him half a chance he'd have that long nose right between her soft thighs again… Lord, she had to get a hold of herself!
"Lie down, Genghis! Go back and lie down!" she ordered, in an attempt to eliminate temptation.
Better that she give some thought to the nasty little position in which she'd placed herself with Juan. There was small doubt in her mind but what sooner or later he would try to take advantage of it… and probably sexually. She'd undoubtedly thrown a scare into him with her threat of "taking advantage of her", but she feared that would be short-lived. He was too shrewd and too lecherous not to figure out the hold it had given him over her. God… if she only had someone she could talk to about such a thing…? If only she and Lee were closer… as once they almost were… when he would come into her room and… Damn! There she went again! The mere thought of her brother standing there in just his shorts as he used to was enough to set her afire! And hadn't she visualized that it was his, or Daddy's cock she was sucking all of the time she had mouthed and licked that terrible old man's…?
Damn! Damn! she thought, swinging flusteredly from the bed. Nervously, she paced the room, then glanced at her watch… 8:30. It was still too early for Lee to be awake, especially after the party last night. She'd make a good guess that he'd gone to Millie's house and laid her in her own bed… that bitch! What Lee saw in her, she'd never know. Just about every boy in school had bedded her at least once, and Katie knew that Larry Beehman had been screwing her for three years. After all, why not? He was her next-door neighbor… but she doubted that Lee knew any of it, or maybe he knew and didn't care…! Sometimes, he made her so damned mad! When they should be close and confide in each other… like right now, with all she knew about Millie Stone… and then, she could tell him about Juan and he would help her…
God, she was tempted to go to his room and try… Maybe, if she'd just make the first move… kind of mend the fences… But supposing he flew into a rage once she'd told him everything, and instead of helping her, went to Dad and Mom…? Good God, she'd die with the shame…!
Oh, Lee… Daddy… please? Somebody help me before it's too late…!