Billy had only a handbag filled with his collection of marbles, and odds and ends that had appealed to him over the years. His mother had insisted that she would buy him entirely new clothes when he arrived, so he was free to run unencumbered to the head of the line when the train pulled into the station.
He found that his heart was beating wildly as he stepped down from the train and looked about him, peering into the faces of the many people who had gathered to meet loved ones. Where was she? He was positive that he would know her in any crowd, so vivid had her image become in his mind.
Sudden fear gripped the nervous teenager. What if she didn't show up? What if it had all been a terrible mistake? He felt panic as he envisioned himself being sent back to his foster parents' house.
He saw no one who even resembled the beautiful woman in his dreams, and his heart sank. He was almost ready to cry when he spotted two dark-eyed women pushing their way through the crowd and hurrying toward him. As they came closer, he saw that one was only a girl, and the other – she had to be his mother! No one else could be so beautiful! He ran towards her with outstretched arms and Laura crushed him to her bosom, hugging and kissing him, as tears of joy flooded her eyes. Each of them felt the supreme thrill of having a dream come true. Laura's life felt full. She was a full woman at last.
Young Lisa stood nearby, watching them. Her own eyes were misty as she looked at the brother she had never known. She saw a light of joy in his eyes that matched that in her mother's, and her heart swelled with happiness and pride. Billy looked like her mother. His hair was lighter, but he had the same wide-spaced brown eyes, the strong chin, and full lips. He was a handsome young boy, Lisa thought. She did not resemble her mother to anywhere near the degree that Billy did. Lisa had blonde hair, like her father, and only her sensually full mouth resembled that of her mother and brother.
Laura released her tight grip on Billy and tried to introduce him to his sister, but the words were choked by her happiness. But each knew who the other was, and Lisa held out her arms to Billy, who hugged and kissed her eagerly. Tears welled again in Laura's eyes, and utter happiness at seeing both her children locked in one another's arms at last brought sobs of delight to their mother's throat.
They finally broke the hug and she and Lisa stood back, sizing Billy up, their faces glowing with affection.
Strange thoughts were running through Laura's mind. She had not expected Billy to be so big – so manly and mature. The thought suddenly flashed across her mind that he would soon be a man, and she would lose him again! But she pushed the thought from her mind. He was here now, and they had good years ahead of them.
But, God – he reminded her so much of his father in a way that Laura didn't like at all! It was unsettling for Laura, because she still had fears that her attraction to her former husband was not completely gone.
Billy was entranced by the odor of his mother's perfume. He could smell faint traces of it as he sat in the back seat with his sister, and their mother drove. His head spun as he realized that the woman who was his mother far exceeded even his wildest dreams. She was enchanting, beautiful and sweet – and he was to spend the rest of his life with her.
Lisa, in turn, seemed fascinated by Billy. She held his hand and smiled softly at him each time their eyes met as the car wound through the thinning suburbs and to the big house that stood alone on acres of grounds. Billy's eyes grew wide at the affluence of the world he was now entering. The place was a mansion, surrounded by beautiful trees and shrubbery. His mother had married a rich man, and now this life was to be his too!
Laura had chatted steadily as she drove, telling Billy how she had missed him, explaining awkwardly why she hadn't been able to keep him with her all those years and finally saying, "Everything will make up for it, Billy, darling. We're together now, and Ray will take good care of all of us. He'll love you as we do!"
Billy's thoughts went to his new father and he wondered what the man his mom had married would be like. After all, they were total strangers. For an instant, he wondered why it couldn't just be the three of them, without Ray. He already knew that his sister and his mother wanted him and loved him. What if Ray didn't?
But as his mother led him inside the house, his fears vanished. The place exuded a welcoming hominess. It was a grand, plush place, yet there was an aura of love and understanding that seemed to be built into it. He shook his head in awe. "This is really something. It's beautiful," he said softly. He wondered if he could fit into its grandness, and he vowed he would try with all his might.
"Lisa, take Billy upstairs and show him his room," Laura said. "He must be famished and it's a long time until dinner. I'll fix us some snacks."
Billy followed Lisa up the steps, noting the nicely shaped legs and fanny that his fourteen-year-old sister displayed. She was almost a woman, he thought as he found himself wondering guiltily how her body would look naked. At the head of the stairs, Lisa turned left and down a long hall. Another hall led off to the right, and as she turned a soft smile on him, Lisa said, "This is our section of the house, Billy. Mom and Dad live on the other hallway."
She pointed to the far door and said, "That's my room – right next to yours. And here's your room." She opened the door and led him inside, taking his hand and squeezing it. It was a huge room, with a large double bed and a dresser, a chest of drawers, a large full-length mirror, shelves for books and knickknacks, and even his own bathroom!
"You'll like it, Billy," Lisa said enthusiastically. "And in the drawers you'll find all the things you'll need – underwear, socks, jeans. Mom wants to take you out and buy you some clothes and suits and stuff, as soon as you're ready. Mrs. Baylor gave us your sizes, but Mom knew you'd want to pick some of your clothes yourself. Oh, she did get you one sport jacket, and two sweaters and some slacks – look in the closet!"
As he looked at the expensive clothes on the rack, Billy gulped and turned to Lisa. Her blue eyes smiled happily back at him. "Is Mommy rich now?" Billy gasped.
"Well, Ray has a lot of money, I suppose. He owns some factories, and he's away a lot taking care of them. But when he's home, he's a lot of fun. You'll like him, and I know he'll like you. And most of all, he's utterly mad over Mom." Her smile made her little nose crinkle, and Billy noticed that she had freckles on it, and on her forehead. They added a little-girl look to her, despite her fast-blossoming body. His eyes stole to her breasts. They stood out proudly, seeming to be trying to burst through the confinement of her sweater.
"And that's the most important thing," Lisa chattered on, "because Mom had it so hard for so long, and now she won't ever have a worry again." The young blonde moved to the door and said, "Wash up and then come on down and have something to eat. Hope you like the room!" She closed the door behind her, leaving Billy to look about him in grateful awe.
He ran his fingers over the rich-looking paisley patterned wallpaper, took another look at his new clothes in the closet, and then went into the bathroom and washed his hands and face and combed his hair neatly. He wasn't sure whether or not he should put on fresh clothes, and he suddenly felt almost lost in his new surroundings.
The three of them became better acquainted over dinner, and then Billy retired to his room to think about things. Lying on his back on the bed, he stared into the future and wondered at his great good fortune. He had undressed and showered and put on a pair of blue pajamas, and he was lying on top of the covers, just pondering his strange life, when his mother knocked and entered the room.
He scrambled up quickly, somewhat taken aback by her beauty and the smell of her perfume.
"Find everything you need, darling?" Laura asked, her beautiful face made even more so by her loving smile.
"Oh, yes… everything is so… so clean and perfect," Billy replied.
Laura walked over to him and put her arms about him. "I'm so thrilled to have you home," she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She stood back a bit and looked at him. "My, you're growing tall. I'll have to stand on tiptoes to kiss you, soon."
Billy reddened as his eyes roved his mother's petite, shapely body. She had let down her long, dark hair, and the scent of her loveliness was making his head reel. He suddenly wanted to grab her in his arms, feel her alive against his body, as he had in his dreams, but he fought down the terrible urge.
"I want to thank you so much, Mother," Billy muttered. "I… well, it's like a dream come true."
She hugged him quickly, and for a minute he felt her breasts pressing warmly against his chest. "Don't, Billy… I'm the one who is thankful… I've loved and missed you so. Now, you must be tired. Goodnight, dear Billy." Laura moved away and paused at the door to blow him a kiss as she opened the door and left, closing it behind her.
Billy slouched on the bed, unable to throw off the exotic effect his mother's body had had on him. He finally got under the covers, feeling good as he felt the smooth, sweet-smelling sheets against his body. He turned off the bedside lamp and was just relaxing into a sleepy mood when he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like a moan of pain, and he listened breathlessly. Finally, he decided it had been his imagination. But it came again, this time louder and more prolonged, and the source seemed to be the adjoining room where Lisa slept.
He rose and stood listening quietly. "Oooohhhh…" the moan sounded like a wail of anguish, and thoughts of ghosts and devils flashed across the young teenager's mind. Instantly, he thought of all the terrible things Ma Baylor had warned him would happen if he continued to masturbate, and he wondered if he might be going crazy. Guiltily, he remembered his frantic promise to her: "I won't ever do it any more!" and only an hour later he was doing it again.
A shiver ran over his body as he listened. He turned on the light and peered all about the room, but saw nothing that could have made the eerie sound. Then it came again, and he pinpointed it as definitely coming from Lisa's room! He put his ear against the wall that separated their rooms, an uneasy panic forming as he wondered if something awful could be happening to his newfound sister. She might be hurt, and need help, or something. But as he listened to the low moans that were coming through the wall, he suddenly realized that they were not cries of pain or fear, but moans of pleasure! Just like his own moans when he was jerking off!
He pressed his ear still closer, and his hand beside his head suddenly pierced the wallpaper, revealing a small hole that seemed to go through to the other side of the wall. The tiny hole was in the center of one of the circular patterns, and hardly discernible. Putting his eye to the hole, Billy peered through and found himself looking directly into Lisa's bedroom. Her light was on, and he could see her bed clearly, with her lying on it. Sweat beads formed on his brow as he saw that she was totally naked.
Billy ran over and quickly doused his light, and started to get into bed, but his curiosity soon overcame his shock and he went back to the hole in the wall and put his eye to it again. He heard her moaning again, "Ooohhhh… God… ooohhhhh…" His flesh quivered as he saw what Lisa was doing. His pretty blonde sister lay writhing on her bed, one of her hands resting on the sparse hair-covered mound between her slender widespread legs. The other hand rested on the small twin mounds of her creamy breasts, alternately caressing first one rosy nipple, then the other.
Her whole body seemed to be responding to the lewd self-arousal. One of her long fingers was sunk inside the wet pink slit of her pussy, rubbing madly back and forth over the nub of clitoral flesh that was the seat of her sexual pleasure. And, as her finger found and massaged the swollen bud, her lower body writhed with increasing pleasure, her buttocks raising up after the exploring finger as if it belonged to a stranger. Her moans increased in intensity, and her legs scissored even wider apart as her finger moved lower and began worming its way knuckle by knuckle up into the tiny soft passage of her virginal cunt.
"Oh… yesss oh… God!" she gasped, as Billy kept his eye glued to the peephole. He could almost reach out and touch her, he thought excitedly. My own sister! Billy had never seen a girl without any clothes on, and the sight of Lisa's tender white flesh had an overwhelming effect on the easily aroused teenager. His mouth was opened as he sucked in huge gasps of air. He had never felt so electrified and thrilled in his life! To think that a girl's body could be so beautiful – so exciting to the senses!
Lisa was only a year older than he… that made her fourteen, and yet she had the body of a woman. Before, when he had tried to envision what his sister looked like, he had never thought of her this way playing with her breasts and her pussy the way he played with his prick – and moaning with delight. The thought came to him that she was only doing the same thing that he had been so berated for, but in a female manner. It shocked him, for he had never dreamed that a girl would play with herself.
Billy looked closely at the enticing mound between her legs, and at the damp opening where now two fingers were sawing in and out of the soft-looking blonde fuzz. Suddenly he had a powerful desire to be in the same room, to touch her there to find out how her pussy was shaped… and to feel for himself how different she felt from him down there!
Lisa's face was distorted with ecstasy. Her small pink tongue lolled wetly about her lips as she moaned beneath her own touch. Her two slender fingers went even deeper into her hungering pussy and her movements became more rapid as Billy watched her manipulate the soft wet fleshy folds of her virgin cunt.
"Oh Lord," Lisa groaned, "yesssss… yesssssss…" Her buttocks were rotating crazily on the bed now, her breathing audible to her eavesdropping brother, her eyes glazed with lust. Billy leaned forward and tried to tear his eyes away from the illicit sight, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see the obscene spectacle of his sister playing with her pussy so lewdly, and he didn't want to have the feelings that the sight inspired in him. He was fascinated by her body, yet repelled at the thought of what he was thinking, while watching his own sister finger-fucking herself. But he understood her deep, overpowering pleasure, in a vague way, for he too felt it when he masturbated. And Lisa was obviously in great pleasure. Billy became suddenly aware that his own cock was hard and erect in his pajamas, and that he had been stroking it gently, without even being aware of it. He just couldn't help himself. Thrusting his hand into his fly, he grasped the shaft of swollen boy-flesh and began to move his hand up and down. He almost forgot who Lisa was, so exciting was the sight of her lush naked body. He began to work his hand faster to massage his cock, as Lisa bucked wildly and groaned, "Oh, that's good… so good…"
Her long blonde hair flopped wildly about as she rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. She's so beautiful! Billy thought, as he pumped away at his burgeoning penis and let his eyes feast on the beautiful young girl that was so revealed to him.
He watched in fascination as Lisa's two fingers pushed deeper into her freely seeping pussy, her free hand massaging the fleshy little bud that was now hard and erect above the opening to her vagina. Her body began to jerk violently, as if she had received an electric shock; her legs opened and closed at a crazy tempo as her thighs quivered and her hips rolled circularly on the mattress. She gasped and groaned in pleasure as her fingers scrounged hotly in the mysterious softness of her cunt, and as she neared orgasm, her lips bared back and her teeth clenched tightly, as if to cut off her screams of ecstasy.
Billy was sweating, and he knew that he too had to have a climax soon or he would faint. The sight of Lisa in such lustful ecstasy was too much for him.
But even if Lisa had known her brother was watching, it wouldn't have mattered. She was beyond the point of control. Her body jerked insanely as her fingers flew in and out of her cunt, and Billy could hear her anguished moans as she ended in a flurry of wildly uncoordinated movements, then with a huge groan, she collapsed into a heap of quivering flesh. The incongruous vision of his mother, naked, flashed across the boy's impressionable mind, and Billy spread his legs, rubbing his hand madly up and down the length of his aching penile shaft, as he realized that if Lisa looked like this, so must his mother. He knew now that the beautiful angel in his dreams had always been his mother – but now, there were two of them in his life.
As the semen began to bubble up inside his testicles, demanding release, he realized that it wasn't his hand that was causing the wonderful excitement – it was the idea of Lisa's buttery cunt as he ground his bursting cock into it! He kept his eye on the wet, wide-open pussy of his sister as the boiling sperm spurted from his overcharged penis. I could fit into her cunt! he thought crazily. I could make her feel as good as she made herself feel with her fingers! He could just feel his young hard cock entering her cunt, and the vision made him nearly topple over as gush after violent gush of his cum shot from the tip of his cock. "Oooooh… Lisa… Oh… do it to me…!" He was hardly aware that he had voiced the words, and later, he wondered if Lisa could have heard them.
The blood was hammering in his head and he felt faint as the lewd dream continued. He was on top of his sister, pushing his cock into her wonderful cunt, and Lisa was moaning with the pleasure of it… begging him to fuck her harder! His whole body seemed afire. His head was light. He had never known such exquisite pleasure in his life!
As the last drops of cum dribbled from the teenager's spent cock, Billy fell to his knees by the peephole, too weak to move. It was a long time before he managed to walk to the bathroom and wash his sticky hand and cock, and then he splashed cold water on his face.
He had found something that was staggering. He had found a home, where the two most fascinating women in the world lived! And both of them loved him!