"Ooh, Ray, isn't it beautiful?" Paula said as she cuddled next to her new husband in his car and they watched the rising sun peep over a distant mountain.
"Not as beautiful as you are," Ray replied, and placed his hand between her warm thighs.
Not long ago, she would have considered it indecent to pet in a car that was traveling along the highway. But thanks to Ray's tender and passionate treatment during the past few days, she now possessed a much more open attitude toward the sexual part of her life.
Paula eased her legs apart and this made it easier for him to glide his hand upward between her thighs, pushing her skirt along. He glanced down and watched its hem skim the tops of her stockings.
The bare flesh of her upper thighs gleamed erotically, taking his mind off his driving.
He was forced to return his gaze to the road, but his fingers continued upward until they touched the soft crotchband of her panties. He tickled her warm cunt through the thin nylon.
She breathed passionately. "That feels so good it makes me want to stop and fuck you right beside the road. Isn't that shocking?"
Ray chuckled and kept tickling Paul's cunt. "It would be more, shocking if you didn't want to. God, I'm so happy, Paula!"
"So am I," she murmured as she snuggled closer. She kissed him moistly on the cheek and let her tongue flutter against his skin.
"But I'm a little sore at you," he said" insisting that we go home so soon. We had only two nights at the hotel."
"You worry too much about your children."
"Maybe. But Maude is so strict, I'll bet Billy and Kathy have been miserable. They were upset anyway about my getting married."
"They'll get over that. I'm going to try very hard to make them like me."
"I know you will, dear," she said. "And I know you'll succeed." She kissed him again. "Now don't you think you'd better take your hand off my… my pussy… before you get us too excited?"
"I love it when you talk like that," Ray said, giving her soft little cunt a final pinch before he withdrew his hand from between her legs.
Paula didn't bother to push her skirt down, but allowed it to remain high on her thighs so he could occasionally glance in that direction and admire her creamy white skin. It pleased her to show off for him.
It was still early morning when Ray and Paula arrived in front of their house.
"I'd better leave the car in the street," Ray said. "I'm afraid I'll wake up everybody if I put it in the garage."
"You're probably right," Paula replied.
He drew her into his arms and kissed her lovingly.
Then they got out of the car and walked to the house, their arms around each other's waists.
Ray opened the door and let Paula precede him inside. "I'll get our luggage later," he said.
"I think that's an excellent idea," Paula murmured, and turned to press herself against him.
It was clear to the man that his bride wanted to be kissed-and more than that. As soon as their lips touched, her tongue slithered into his mouth and fluttered against his.
He let his hands glide down her back to fondle her plump, springy asscheeks through her skirt.
Paula ended the kiss quickly and panted, "Ray, fuck me now. Fuck me right now."
"As soon as we get upstairs, angel," Ray said, his voice turning husky.
"No. Down here. In the living room. It's so early, we'll be safe."
The idea of fucking on the living room sofa-or better yet, on the rug-appealed to Ray. He followed Paula into the living room.
She stopped suddenly, her attention attracted by the clothes that were scattered on the floor.
"Those children!" she exclaimed. "Look at the mess they've made! What's wrong with Maude, letting them scatter their clothes around?"
"Looks like they got completely undressed right here," Ray said thoughtfully as he saw a girl's panties and a pair of man's shorts. "The very idea!" said Paula as she bent and swept up Kathy's bra and panties.
But then Ray noticed something that really shocked him. The trousers which lay on the rug were government issue, the kind worn by his son in the Army.
"Wait a minute," he said, his voice taut. "I'm going upstairs."
Paula got a quick glimpse of his face as he turned to leave the room, and she noted the color had left his cheeks. She followed him out to the hallway and up the stairs.
The door of Kathy's room was wide open, and Ray went directly there, with Paula close behind him. He stopped in the doorway and stared at the thoroughly shocking sight on the bed.
His teen stepdaughter was spread out on her back, while above her his son was poised on his hands and knees. Pete was stroking his cock in and out of Kathy's cunt while the young girl writhed and murmured passionately.
Paula saw the couple an instant after Ray did and she let out a scream. The lovers looked toward the doorway, saw their parents, and stopped fucking. Pete quickly pulled out of the young girl, his wet, red cock lurching as he scrambled off the bed. Kathy desperately tried to cover herself.
"You…" Ray's voice failed him. He didn't know what to call his son. What he had witnessed had been so thoroughly out of character for Pete he could hardly believe it, yet he had observed it with his own eyes.
"Dad, I'm sorry!" the young man exclaimed as he clutched at a blanket and held it in front of him.
"Ooooh, Mom!" Kathy said, beginning to cry. The young girl wished she could die.
The scene had been swimming before Paula's eyes, and she had nearly fainted. Now she was holding onto the door as a wave of nausea swept her.
Ray rushed across the room to his son, who was red-faced and obviously suffering. He slapped the teen as hard as he could across the cheek and sent him reeling into a chair.
Pete gave an anguished cry, but he didn't fight back. He lowered his head in his hands.
"Both of you get dressed!" Ray said, his voice shaking. "Pete, I want to see you downstairs." "Y-yes, sir," the youth said.
Ray turned to his wife and took her in his arms. But he felt her stiffen against him.
"Paula, I-I don't know what to say…" he faltered.
She broke into a fit of sobbing and turned away from him. Her happiness had been completely shattered.
As soon as Paula could control herself, she rushed through the house, looking for her sister. But Maude was nowhere to be found. Neither was Billy. Paula hurried back to Kathy's bedroom.
By this time the young girl had put on a robe and had dried her eyes. "Mom, I'm so sorry," she murmured.
"Where's your aunt?" her mother demanded in cold fury. "Where's Billy?"
"Aunt Maude's gone. I don't know where she is. And Billy… he… he's gone too."
"Gone?" Paula grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and shook her. "What do you mean, gone?"
Kathy started to cry again. "He's just gone!" she shrieked. "I don't know where!"
"My God…" Paula murmured, tottering backward. She felt again as if she were about to pass out. "Oh, my God!"
Ray and his son had just left the room, but on hearing the screams, Ray had sent Pete downstairs and had returned.
"What's happened now?" he asked Paula, supporting her as she crumpled against him.
"Billy and Maude…" she moaned. "They've both gone. Kathy doesn't know where they are. Oooh, Ray…" she sobbed miserably.
He glared at his stepdaughter who was silent now and trembling. "Where's your brother?" he demanded. "You must have some idea."
Kathy realized she couldn't keep the truth from her mother and stepfather-at least as far as Billy's running away from home was concerned. But she didn't dare tell them why.
"He left home," she said. "I have a note from him. But he didn't say where he was going."
"And your aunt-where's she?"
"She just disappeared. I guess she want back home. We, uh, had some trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Ray snapped.
By this time Paula had straightened up and she was listening.
"I… can't tell you about that," Kathy said, and looked down. "At least not now. We just had some trouble, that's all."
"All right," Ray replied. "Get the note from your brother."
Kathy hurried to comply.
Ray turned to his wife. "I haven't talked with Pete yet," he said. "Right now that will have to wait. We've got to find out where Billy is and get him back. Paula, you don't know how bad I feel about what has happened here."
She couldn't reply. She couldn't even look at him. All she could think about was that her son had run away from home and that her young daughter had lost her virginity to Ray s son.
Kathy brought Billy's note and handed it to her stepfather. He read it aloud to Paula and then said, "I'll start making some calls. A boy his age couldn't go far. The police in some town near here are probably holding him right now. Please try to stay calm."
Ray's first call was to the local police; it produced nothing. He then called the county sheriff, who also had no information as to Billy's whereabouts.
Paula sat near the phone, listening and sobbing intermittently. Ray was worried about her. If he didn't get a lead on Billy pretty soon, he feared she would need medical care.
He began placing calls to the sheriff's departments in adjacent counties.
Finally a deputy told him, "Yeah, we've got a lad here who answers that description. He won't tell us his name, though. We picked him up trying to hitch a ride on the freeway."
"Just a minute," Ray said, and turned to his wife. "I think we've found him," he told her.
She jumped up. "Where is he?"
"Take it easy," Ray said. "We can't be sure yet. Does he have any scars or birthmark that would identify him?"
A look of horror came to Paula's face. "He isn't hurt, is he? What happened?" She tried to tear the phone out of Ray's hand.
He managed to hold onto the instrument, and he told her, "If this boy is Billy, he isn't hurt. But he won't tell the sheriff his name. How can we identify him?"
Paula calmed somewhat. "He-he does have a scar. It's on his right leg, just below his knee-a jagged mark. He had a bad fall when he was a little boy."
"All right, I'll tell them. Just sit down."
After he bad relayed the information, the sheriff's office permitted Ray to hold the line while they checked the teen they had in custody. After a few minutes, the deputy returned to the phone.
"Yeah, he's your boy," he said. "He broke down after we looked at the scar. Wanta come over and pick him up?"
"Right away, Officer," Ray said. "And thank you!"
"It's Billy, all right," he told Paula as he hung up the phone. "We'll drive right over and get him."
"No! I want to go alone." "But, darling…"
When he sought to touch her, she backed away.
"I'm sorry, Ray, but it was our getting married that brought this all on. Billy's my son, and I'm going to take care of him. I'm going to prove to him that I still love him that no one else has come between us."
Ray saw that there was no point in arguing with her. Anyway, it might be just as well if she did go alone, he decided. There was a very serious problem for him to deal with right there, and it concerned his son.
Ray went downstairs to have a talk with Pete.
"So that's the story, Dad," the young man said. "Usually I wouldn't talk about a girl to someone else, but I figured you had to know how it was between Kathy and me. She came on like a nympho, and I couldn't help myself. I don't know whether you want to tell her mom that. But her mom ought to know she wasn't a virgin when I first touched her. That's important."
Ray had listened carefully to his son's explanation. He had found it shocking and difficult to believe. But Pete had always been straight with him in the past.
"All right, Son," Ray said. "I want to talk with Kathy now, and I think it will be better if we're alone. Why don't you go out somewhere-take a walk through town or something-and come back in a little while. Okay?"
"Sure Dad. If you want me to."
Ray watched the young man leave the room, and he shook his head. He didn't relish the thought of what he would have to do. Someone would be terribly hurt before this was all over. If Pete were lying, Ray himself would take the blow. But if Kathy had seduced Pete, as he had said, the truth was going to hurt Paula. Still, the truth would have to be determined, and it was up to Ray to do that.
He walked upstairs to confront his young stepdaughter.