The morning sunbeams knifed through Gwen's kitchen window to make a blinding glare upon the polished surface of her tea kettle. She stirred her coffee and looked at Don where he sat facing her across the table. It was safe to speak-she'd lent her Volks to Chris and Cathy, and they had gone for a drive.
"I've been thinking," she began, at precisely the same moment Don's lips gave vent to the very same words. They laughed benignly, and she surrendered the floor to him.
"I wonder if things haven't gone too far already," he said. "With the kids, that is. What's going to happen to them when they find out they're really brother and sister? That worries me very much."
Gwen nodded, recalling last night with Chris, her mind conjuring up the image of that frenetic first fuck, of the exploratory second, of the totally incredible third. "Yes," she agreed. "It could be unbearably traumatic."
Don was taken aback by Gwen's easy acquiescence and so relieved that he failed to notice the odd smile on her face. "You know," he said, "I was up most of last night thinking about this," and he winced at the unforgivably Freudian word-play he had made. But it was true. Cathy had
been literally insatiable, and he felt tired as hell this morning, but a hundred thou wouldn't have bought that sense of exhaustion from him.
"We have only one option," Gwen pointed out. "We have to let this ride. The alternative is unthinkable. Cathy and I will be here another week before we go on to Georgetown. She's on the Pill, so there's no danger of pregnancy, and, if it's all right with you, I'm willing to look the other way while she and Chris do whatever they want."
"I don't see any other way," he concurred. "Besides, this is only a summer romance, and you know what those are like. A week alter they say good-bye they won't remember each other's names. So," he added, "at last we find something that we can agree on."
"That's a new one, isn't it?" She got up to freshen her coffee and Don followed. When Gwen turned, the coffee cup in her hands, Don reached to cup her unholstered tits where they rested inside her scarf halter. She frowned. "Don't," she told him.
"You're as beautiful as ever," he said. "And I used to play with them all the time."
"You signed away your right to do that when you made your X on the divorce papers," she pointed out.
He let go of her tits, and she went back to the table. Don leaned against the stove watching her. "I had thought that maybe-"
"That maybe we might take advantage of this and do some reuniting of our own? Not a chance! I told you a long time ago-the day you took me to catch the Reno plane-that I never wanted anything to do with you again, Don. I meant it then and I mean it now. You haven't changed a bit, you know. You're still as cocky as ever, so convinced of your own sexiness that you think I'd
flop into bed with you at the drop of a hat."
He smiled. "You haven't changed much either, Gwen. Sometimes I hate you and sometimes I love you. Right now I don't know which." Don shook his head. "Did it ever occur to you that we wouldn't be in this situation at all today if you'd sucked me off on our first date instead of spreading your legs in my backseat and letting me pop your cherry?"
He thought for a moment that she was going to throw her coffee cup at him but she didn't. "You bastard," she said, and then Gwen got to her feet. She went to him slowly and their hands touched. "Maybe," she said, "as long as we're more or less forced into each other's company.
"For old times' sake?" he suggested.
"For old times' sake," she said. "Maybe."
And so the sticky situation of Robinson and Corby was resolved. Neither Don nor Gwen felt any real guilt about what they had done with their children the night before, but they agreed that it was better for Chris and Cathy never to know the truth.
The kids? Cathy beamed when she received complete and total parental approval for anything she might wish to do during the rest of the vacation, and she couldn't restrain herself from giving Don and Gwen one great big kiss apiece. A heady sense of freedom swarmed through the ripe nubility of her body and that night, when Gwen joined Don for dinner at the Robinsons', Cathy was insistent that Chris be her guest, for dinner and for bed.
They lay together on Cathy's bed, fresh and mellow in the aftermath of a steamy sixty-nine, her fingers playing with his wet, limp cock. She knew that she could tease him to a new hard-on with only the slightest of exertions, but why hurry?
They had all night if they wanted it.
"You know what they're thinking," Chris said matter-of-factly.
"I know," Cathy said. "When it comes to Gwen, I have ESP like you wouldn't believe. She's not too happy about us, and I guess I can't blame her from her point of view. I mean, here she is, finding out that her little girl is not only old enough to do it, that she is doing it. It's a threat to her own security, a sign that she's growing older. I mean, Gwen's still very attractive, and sexy, too, but I can't stay a baby all my life for her sake."
"Maybe she'll realize that both the Corby women can be gorgeous and sexy and great lays all at the same time," he suggested, recalling again that incredible session he had passed with Gwen last night. It had been tremendous-hot, fast, horny-but she had scared the shit out of him. It was like trying to fuck a cyclone. He shut his eyes a moment and summoned up the image of Gwen riding atop his cock, her cunt working him like a demon, her face glowing with the saintly luminescence of a Flemish Madonna. It was freaky and far-out, but he didn't know if he wanted to try it again. He preferred Cathy. Sex with her was pleasurable and fulfilling and always full of surprises, but with Gwen it skirted dangerously close to being a religious experience. He was surprised that she hadn't crucified herself once it was all over.
"Uh-huh," Cathy nodded absently. Studs ran in the Robinson family. Don had been pretty good once he got over his initial reluctance, but he moved and flicked with a raw, throbbing power that left her feeling just a bit uneasy. There was a lot she could learn from Don, but wouldn't it be a lot more fun to discover the highways and by-ways of sex on her own, with Chris as a willing fellow student? No one could make her come quite the way Chris did-not Jennifer, not Don, no one. It had to be love, love eternal.
"Anyway," he said, "the reasons aren't that important. What does count is, where do we go from here?" He began to pet the smoothness of her thigh, massaging Cathy's flesh with his tender fingertips. "Do you remember what next week is?"
"Huh?" She lay a pensive moment. "My birthday."
"Our birthday," he reminded her. "June twenty-ninth. And we'll both be seventeen. Which means that in just one more year we'll both be eighteen and
"And legally adults!" Cathy squealed triumphantly. "Old enough to shack up together on our own."
"I was thinking about something slightly different."
"Okay, we'll get a witch doctor to say a few words and make the whole thing more or less legal."
"You know, we don't have very good examples to work from. I mean, your mom is divorced, and my dad's been married two or three times. But I think we can make it."
"I know we can," she informed him. "I know we can. It's because we're not just a guy and a girl who really get it on together. Of course we're that, too, but it's not the only thing you and I have. We like being together, we can talk to each other, and I think you have a knockout sense of humor. You know, I'll bet we're better friends than most brothers and sisters, for God's sake."
"And we have more fun than most brothers and sisters, too."
"Yeah," she agreed, "unless they come from way-out families."
Her fingers became insistent upon his cock as their laughter faded away. "Come on," she said, "get a hard-an for me. I want to play."
"We just finished playing."
"I want to play again, then, Mr. Know-it-all."
"Later," he protested. "I'm too worn-out to get it up right now."
"Get un-worn-out," she said. "I don't invite my best guy over to spend the night and let him get away with any ridiculous sleeping! You came here to fuck me, and that's what you're gonna do. Ooohh, that's better!" she added as his dick began to bloom afresh for her. She bent her head in close and adored his cock with a tender kiss which made his tool grow redder, stiffer. Yes, she thought, we can get it on all night. She'd fed him oysters for his dinner.
"Hello, stranger," she told his prick. "I haven't seen you in a while." With a tinkly laugh she peeled back his foreskin and gave his glans a thorough cleansing, for she believed strongly in sanitation and had no desire to put anything into her cunt that was not hygienic. Besides, she loved to feel the strong presence of his cock in her mouth.
"Ready for a quick screw?" she asked him. "Just to keep in practice?" He nodded eagerly and she shifted position, scrambling atop him. Her crotch hovered above his while Cathy guided his prick to her pouting gash, and then she thrust herself down upon him, taking Chris' cock inside her eager cunt to the balls.
He grabbed her by the waist, bracing her swaying body, and he rabbit-fucked up into her, thrusting quickly, not caring how long he lasted. She was so hot for him that she was starting to come already, simply from the security of his prick in her hole, and he knew it was going to be a long but happy night before Cathy finally allowed him or herself to get any rest whatsoever. He didn't care.
Chris was already dreaming of the days and years that were opening for them, of the life he and Cathy would someday soon begin to make for themselves. He supposed there might be some trouble with her mother then-it was obvious she wasn't happy about the situation as it now persisted-but she'd have to learn to live with it. He and Cathy were fated to meet one another, he was certain. It was as if their entire lives had been destined with this meeting, this sexing, as the outcome. They were the happiest of lovers, closer in spirit and mind than blood relatives, and he could no longer imagine a future that did not include Cathy in a major role.
He jabbed his prick upward, impaling her with his spasming rod, flooding her cunt with his love. She collapsed atop him, still clutching his softening rod with her contracting snatch, and they drifted together into dreams of a beautiful life ahead.