"What are we going to do, Ron? They look like they're asleep in there an Coach Barnett's desk." Melinda was carefully getting into her clothes, discarded so long ago.
Ron didn't answer for a long time. He was busy watching Melinda, telling himself she was safe and would soon go back to ignoring him. But, damn, just watching her get dressed was a turn-on. The way she carefully stepped, the little wiggles she gave as she skinned into her tight dress, the almost seductively innocent way she put her shoes on. Then he shook his head. He didn't have the time to get hot over her.
There were other things to take care of.
Finally, he said, "DO you know where the janitor's closet is? I want you to go get a green plastic battle sitting on the shelf. I saw it a week or so ago. It's close to waist level. Bring it back while I watch over our two Sleeping Beauties."
As soon as Melinda rushed off he went into the office and looked down at the two naked teachers. The smell of gin was overwhelming. He couldn't tell if they'd passed out from too much booze or were simply asleep. He decided to help them along.
Finding another bottle in the lower drawer, he spent the next few minutes pouring most of the fifth down Sid's and Ellen's throats. If they hadn't been soused before, they were now.
Melinda came back with the plastic bottle. "Ron? Is this it? This is that super sticky glue."
"Yeah. I know. Chuck got a hold of this bottle a couple weeks ago. He didn't let me see it. Told me to shut my eyes. He put a single drop on my thumb and then told me to rub it with my forefinger and tell him what I felt."
"What happened?"
"The glue fastened my thumb and forefinger together. We had to go to the chem lab and get some sort of gunk before I could separate them. The only other way would have been to rip the skin off."
"So?"
"So our two friends are going to get themselves glued together. Bring in that cart they use to lug around the wrestling mats. I want to move them after I finish the glue job."
Melinda looked confused, but obeyed her brother. When she saw how he had glued the two together, she snickered a little, then asked, "And where are you going to put them? Out under the statue?"
"Nape. I want these two where everyone can see them. Help me get the cart moving."
"There, all done," Ron said with some satisfaction. "Want to go around and do some dancing?"
Melinda grinned wickedly. "You bet! I wouldn't miss this show for the world!"
Ron and Melinda were bedraggled and the worse for wear and tear, but no one in the cafeteria noticed. They were all too busy dancing. Up on the tiny stage, a student was acting as disc jockey and spinning record after record. Behind him was a curtained off area.
"When do you spring your surprise?" she asked, eager to get it over with.
"As soon as I find the principal. I want dear Mr. Wood to know exactly what kind of teachers he has working for him."
When Ron found the principal, it was simply perfect. The man and three old biddies from the English department were sitting and drinking the spiked punch – right next to the stage.
Ron carefully arranged his little curtain-opening were moving together, his cock stirring up the embers of her lust.
The girl rolled over so that she could be on top of her brother for a moment. Looking into his eyes told her what she, herself, felt. Incest was nothing but a swear word. It didn't mean a thing to the likes of them.
They loved each other.
That was what counted, not some silly rules set down by society.
She continued rolling and felt his weight crush her to the roof. Then she was lifted into paradise as she came.
Her fingernails raked his back, but neither noticed. They were too busy exploring their new relationship, the relationship that might never have been theirs except for two sadistic teachers.