"Well, what kind of day did you all have?" Don poked at the overdone hamburger on his plate while eyeing the lifeless and limp frozen string beans. A lukewarm dish of instant mashed potatoes was his only solace. He wondered if Carolyn would be insulted if he suggested hiring a cook, maybe just someone who'd come in to do the dinner. He hadn't had a decent meal in weeks!
Carolyn fiddled nervously with her wine glass. She'd insisted upon serving the cool white wine despite the decidedly plebeian aspects of the dinner. While she bit her lip, trying to decide what to answer, the boys helped her out.
"Oh, we had a really great afternoon. All of us, Dad!"
"Yes?" Don looked questioningly at Carolyn, who choked on her wine and began to hurriedly wipe at the spilled drops on her hostess gown.
Tim continued, smiling broadly, "The picnic was wonderful, Dad, and Johnny Gordon twisted his ankle! It was just great. Mom had fun, too!" he added gratuitously.
Don was pleased that the boys had decided on their own to call his new wife Mom and he smiled. "But Carolyn, you didn't go along on the picnic, did you?"
"I… uh… no… I…"
"Mom had company!" Bennie said, moving on from the remains of his dinner to a more satisfying glass of milk.
"Oh?" Don turned once more to his new wife for confirmation.
"Yes…" Carolyn replied, desperate for an end to the conversation. "Yes, a friend… an old friend from school stopped by." The disturbed blonde glared fixedly at Tim and Bennie as she spoke.
I'll kill them, she thought, I'll just break their little necks!
"Mom's such a good hostess, Dad," Tim said.
"The best!" Bennie added.
"Yes, I'm sure she is. I'm glad to hear that you had company, my dear. A young girl like you… you need to have fun and friends. As soon as I get the Edson Building over and done with we'll be going out a good deal more, too. I promise you that!"
Carolyn gulped and stared fixedly at her plate. She wasn't hungry. Not at all.
Carolyn was out at the hairdressers, and the boys felt duty bound to continue their investigation of her private world. Bennie was still chuckling about the way their new stepmother had run out of the house after they'd confronted her in the living room with the lewd tape of her intimate bath of several days before.
The stunned young blonde stood stock still, her face a mask of terror as the sounds of her own lewd and obscene moaning came over the living room speakers. Even the sound of the water splashing in the tub had been caught by the boys' indiscreet microphone. The memory of her frenzied self-touching was brought back acutely as she heard the wanton tones of her frantic orgasm.
"But don't worry, Mom! We won't tell Dad. Not yet anyway. We'll give you another chance to get to be a good wife!"
Carolyn's recorded sighs turned to whimpers of lust over the expensive speaker system, and the young blonde could feel her knees trembling as she stood there, staring with disbelief into the young boys' innocent-looking faces.
"You can't do this… you… you monsters… you're nothing but little monsters!! I won't stand for it! Do you hear? I won't stand for it!" Bennie and Tim laughed and laughed as Carolyn whirled and went running out the door. They played the tape one more time before they went into their father's and stepmother's bedroom to see what they could see.
"Hey, Tim, look!" Bennie held up a brown packet that he'd found in the bottom of the dresser drawer. Inside there were several pamphlets, all of them new.
"Looks like we hit the jackpot!" Tim cried.
They carefully closed the drawers and tried to leave things much as they'd found them, but the twins carried the packet of thin books to their own room with them.
There, they went through them with considerable interest, until finally they found one that particularly stirred their imagination.
Ancient Love Potions, A Survey of Aphrodisiacs Through the Ages.
"Wow!"
"Wow is right!"
They settled down to investigate the book, and it was dusk by the time they'd finished reading and studying it. Their stepmother hadn't returned yet, and neither had their father. A short while later a phone call confirmed what they'd suspected. Carolyn had stopped by Dad's office and asked him to take her to dinner.
"Sure, Dad, we'll be just fine. You know we like to cook anyway. We'd just as soon cook for ourselves all the time!"
Tim hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. But instead of making themselves dinner the boys were getting ready to try a recipe they'd never done. An authentic ancient love potion which called for a variety of ingredients that could be found in their own kitchen.
"Sure," Tim said, as they were busy mixing and stirring. "It's only fair. It's her book, isn't it? She should be the first to get the benefits of our first concoction!"
"A little more cinnamon. I'll get the clam juice from the top shelf!"
"Listen, why don't we just call the herb store in town and see if they'll deliver the wormwood and ginseng?"
"Great idea, but I'd better get a whole bunch of other stuff, too, so they don't get suspicious!"
"Good thinking," agreed Bennie, "And you'd better tell them to charge it to Dad's account."
"I don't think he has one."
"No matter, that old bat that runs the place would be more than happy to open up an account for Dad. You ever see the way she looks at him when we're just passing by?"
"Yeah… guess you're right. You know Dad sure does deserve someone better than old Carolyn!"
"Don't worry, we'll be rid of Miss Hot Pants soon enough!"
The potion bubbled ominously on the stove, and was beginning to thicken. The color was an unappetizing gray, so the twins added food coloring. Finally it turned a pretty raspberry color, but it still smelled God-awful. Afraid to taste it themselves, the boys decided to add honey and vanilla to help the taste and smell, and they let it go at that.
The mixture was cooling on the outside of their bedroom window, and the boys were sleeping peacefully, each dreaming of the morrow when they would try out the new concoction by the time Don and Carolyn returned home.
"I guess the boys have gone to bed," Don said, looking at his watch.
"Thank God!" Carolyn muttered under her breath.
"What did you say, darling?" Don guided his pretty bride toward the bedroom. What a large dinner they'd had down at Trader Vic's, and all those Mai Tai's. His head was spinning.
"Oh, I said, 'Thank God, they're getting some rest.' They're so very active. They need their sleep."
"Why Carolyn, you're beginning to sound like a real little mother!" Don was touched by his wife's concern for the boys. He was going away to Los Angeles on business the next day and he was glad that the boys would be in good hands with Carolyn while he was gone.
Their bedroom was cool and quiet, and Carolyn sank down into the bed without taking off her dress. Her head was throbbing from all the drinks they'd had and from the terrible problems she'd been weighing. She would never be able to continue living with those kids in the same house. Never!
"I was thinking, honey," the twenty-one year old said sweetly, as she watched her husband undressing for bed.
"Yes?"
"Uh… isn't there some summer camp the boys could go to. I mean before they go to school in the fall. Maybe they should have more exposure to kids their own age."
"I don't know, Carolyn. It's too late to get them into a camp now. And besides they have their scouting. They seem to get a lot out of that."
"Oh, never mind!" Carol was annoyed. Obviously she wouldn't get rid of them until the fall. Almost two whole months to go. "I was thinking something else!" she said, her tone slightly belligerent.
Don was climbing into bed now, his pajamas on, while she lay fully clothed, her head spinning, on the top of the covers.
"What is it, love?"
"Would you fuck me, Don? Would you fuck me right now!"
In the morning, Tim went to the back door and whistled. After a few moments the happy sound of barking came from the woods in back of the house.
"Here Shep, good boy, Shep! Come on, boy!"
Shep was an outdoor dog. He very rarely, if ever, came into the house, preferring to spend most of his time out playing or sleeping in his spacious dog house behind the Larsen's home.
But now the boys wanted to bring Shep into the house. Into their room, in fact.
The German Shepherd padded happily into their room and the boys just had time to close the door behind him when their father came rushing out of his bedroom. He was carrying his suitcase and wearing his dark gray suit. The boys knew from past experience that this meant that he was going out of town on business.
"Hey, where you going, Dad?" Bennie asked.
"Going to L.A., got to inspect the site again for the Edson Building. Wish to hell this thing were all over, boys. I'll be back in a couple of days. Three at the most. You take good care of Carolyn for me, now!"
"We sure will, Dad. We'll take good care of her. Don't you worry!"
"I'm late already. I'll grab something out at the airport. Got to get the helicopter in Sausalito to the San Francisco airport. See you soon, boys. Tell Carolyn I'll be calling tonight!"
By the time the twins returned to their bedroom, they found to their amazement that Shep had already discovered the potion they'd prepared the night before. They'd placed it on Tim's desk with the intention of giving the big dog just a tiny bit, but he himself had found it and they now observed him standing up on the chair, his front paws on the desk while he consumed a goodly portion of what they'd made.
"Cripes, Shep! That's enough!" The boys rushed forward and rescued what was left of the mixture from the hairy family dog.
They then settled down on their beds to watch.
"I hope Shep will be all right!" Bennie said, confiding his fears to his brother.
"Looks okay, so far," Tim replied.
The dog was lying on the circular braided rug that lay between their twin beds. He seemed to be falling asleep, and the boys were distinctly disappointed as time passed and still nothing happened. Carefully they read the recipe again to make sure that they hadn't left anything out.
This particular recipe was supposed to have been one used by Madame de Pompadour as a sauce for venison. The thirteen year olds realized that they had allowed their own "sauce" to thicken quite a bit, but they didn't see why this might have a detrimental effect upon its potency.
They had already heard the slow-moving sleepy sounds that their stepmother made just after getting up, when Shep began to stir. At first the dog turned around three or four times as if trying to settle more comfortably on the rug. Then his eyes sprang wide open and he began to pant a little bit at first, and then more and more heavily.
It was almost noon then. By the time 2:00 had rolled around it was clear to the boys by Shep's erratic behavior that their famous "sauce" was a success. In fact, they had to leave the room, locking it carefully behind them so as to keep the thoroughly aroused dog inside.
"What the hell is all that racket?" Carolyn asked. She was sitting in the living room, still wearing her negligee as she had a late breakfast of toast and coffee.
"Oh, nothing, Mom!" Tim said breezily. "Nothing for you to worry about!"
Carolyn looked suspiciously at the boys. "Now you two listen to me. You father has gone away on business and I want you to know I won't take any nonsense from you while he's away!"
"Look who's talking about nonsense! 'Oh, I want it… need it so baaaaaaaad!'"
"'Oh, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson,'" Tim and Bennie had to run fast to escape the projectiles that their father's new wife sent crashing after them, but they made the kitchen in time.
"Boy, is she going to get hers!" Tim said, panting as they rested in the kitchen.
"Yeah," Bennie echoed, sitting on the kitchen bench. "In more ways than one!"
The boys looked at each other, each knowing just what that meant! Each understanding the secret unspoken dreams and lusts that had developed within their young bodies and minds since their new stepmother's arrival in the house.
Then the intimate moment was gone and the twins got down to the business at hand.
"What should we put it in?" asked Tim.
"Well, she's eating now. Just toast and coffee, but I'll bet she has some more."
"Let's put some in that jam she's so piggy about!"
"Yeah… that cherry stuff. She's already gone through six jars of the stuff since she's been here. If she keeps up like that she'll be as big as a house!"
"Good deal, you get the jar and I'll stir some in right on top."
"No, fill the whole jar with it!"
"Good deal!"
Carolyn grumbled to herself in the living room, and then when she heard the twins slam the kitchen door, she rose and went into the kitchen to get some more coffee. What a hangover! And to make matters worse, she still felt a dull sensation of longing in her loins, left over from her unsatisfactory lovemaking with Don the night before. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it, what there was of it, it was just that there wasn't enough! One little orgasm hadn't even put a dent in the built-up lusts within the young blonde wife. And now here she was stuck alone in the house with those rotten spying kids. If she wanted to have any fun, she'd have to go out and get it for chrissakes!
Angrily, Carolyn dipped into the jar of her favorite jam. She took a finger full of the sticky liquid while placing two more slices of toast in the toaster. Her blonde curls hung in a disheveled mass about her head as she absentmindedly waited for the toast to come back up.
At the kitchen window, the one where the cheery curtains were parted, Tim and Bennie's heads popped up from time to time to check on the progress of the jam.
By this time Carolyn was buttering the slices of golden toast and then spreading them thickly with the jam.
"This batch tastes different," the young woman had noted with the first dip of her jammy finger into her mouth. But the different taste was not unpleasant, and Carolyn decided to enjoy it.
Munching on her toast, she headed back to her room. Five minutes later she came out and made some more toast and jam. Tim and Bennie saw that their stepmother was yawning as she took the new plate of toast back to her room, and they looked at each other with knowing blue eyes.
"It's working!" they said in unison.
It was afternoon and each check-up they'd made upon their stepmother proved to them that she was still sound asleep. Disappointed, they nonetheless hoped that Carolyn would soon be coming to. It was getting harder and harder to contain Shep in their room, and in fact they were a little frightened of opening the door at all. They could hear the excited animal inside bumping about against the furniture, whining and barking as he tried to get out.
"Gee, we don't know how long the stuff lasts, I hope old Carolyn gets started before it's too late!"
To while away the time they read more of Carolyn's lasciviously slanted books, one of which detailed exactly the scene they hoped would ensue from their little experiment. It was amazing to find that their imagination had been so closely paralleled by someone else who had gone so far as to describe the whole scene vividly in a book.
"Maybe we should become writers!" Bennie suggested.
"Yeah, we could, you know!" But this little idea was rapidly tossed aside when they heard the unmistakable sounds of stirring inside their stepmother's room.
Inside the darkened bedroom, Carolyn woke up feeling frightened. Something was wrong, but she wasn't sure just what it was. She nervously ran her fingers through the weight of her long blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders and indeed she felt like removing her gown. The frightened young wife jumped up and hurriedly ran into the bathroom, where she removed her negligee and drew herself a large glass of water. Drinking it down, she noted hopefully that it did make her cooler. She reached up and adjusted the dial for the air-conditioning system in the bedroom and bathroom, turning it on for the first time that summer.
"A shower!" she thought, "That's what I need!" She stepped into the deep tub and reached up to turn on a jet of cold water. The feel of the water on Carolyn Larsen's deep peach-toned naked body began to inflame her, however, rather than cooling her down. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated the young blonde beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"What's happening… what's happening to me?" she wondered aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to the medicine cabinet where she withdrew a small tin of salve. The disturbed young woman dipped her finger into the salve and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her as Carolyn had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and more furious.
Carolyn had known lust and desire before, but never anything like this!
"Oh my God!" she whimpered. "Oh my God!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. At first she felt light as a feather and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift until she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body and Carolyn finally fell to the floor of the spacious bathroom. She just had to get something inside her… something that would satisfy her!
Panic-stricken by the intensity of her desire, the thought entered Carolyn's mind that she might die if she did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread throughout her system. She rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself against the grain of the fiber until she reached the bedroom.
"OH HELP, HELP!" she moaned, "Help!"
Without waiting for a second call, the boys came running into the room and finally spotted their father's new bride nakedly writhing on the floor at the doorway between the bedroom and the adjoining bath.
"What's wrong, Mom?" they asked, their eyes gleaming with excitement. But Carolyn didn't seem to be able to answer them. A tiny bit of spittle had formed at one corner of her lips and she was panting heavily. Her eyes rolled fearfully at them as she pointed to an object on her night-table.
"This, Mom?" Tim asked, picking up an ornamental candle. Tim took the long phallus-shaped object which had never been burned and which was black and purple in color over to Carolyn, and was surprised at her strength as she snatched it from him.
The thirteen year olds stood by with interested expressions as their twenty-one year old stepmother desperately tried to fit the thick instrument up into the raging pit of her vaginal passage. The golden-haired blonde twisted her entire body upwards from the rug, turning it a little to the side, her long legs widespread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yawning hair-fringed pussy.
"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh!" Carolyn's terror-filled eyes turned to the boys who stood nearby. She seemed to be imploring them with her eyes to come and help her get the large candle inside her.
Tim looked at Bennie and Bennie looked at Tim. Then the slightly older twin stepped forward, his mind made up, and grabbing hold of the candle – thus removing it from Carolyn's frantic fingers – he made a sudden thrusting motion, twirling it in the flooded pit of his new mother's golden-blonde-fringed cunt, pushing it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery noise into the young girl's rampaging pussy.
Carolyn felt the cold hard-edged object entering her, filling her with alarm as she realized that it was making her cum. Making her cum in an entirely different way from any that she knew. Her heavy, well-formed breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own that spread and electrified Carolyn's entire body. Tim was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing stepmother, a pained, contorted expression upon his face that was mirrored by Bennie who stood nearby watching.
"Moremore moremoremoremore!" Carolyn commanded. It was not enough. No, the twisting and thrusting candle was not enough and the orgasm that was enveloping her at the very moment was not enough. "It's not enough… nononono… not enough!" she shouted in desperation.