Ann LeBere
Stepmother's bed
CHAPTER 1
San Francisco International Airport was brimming with people, scurrying about, bound for destinations all over the world. Denny Reardon, fifteen, and his sister, Joyce, fourteen, were so excited about their trip to Portland, Oregon they hadn't even played secret "sex games" in the backseat of the car on the way to the airport.
"Flight 426 for Portland now boarding," the announcement came over the loudspeaker system.
Denny and Joyce hurried with their mother and stepfather toward the entrance of the Boeing 737 jet. The children held hands, their palms sweating, because it was their first flight. After showing their tickets, their mother told them to be sure and obey their father and stepmother during their vacation, and to write every week.
Their very thin and discipline-minded stepfather, stockbroker Herbert Preen, shook hands mechanically with Denny, then embraced Joyce passionately as he kissed her soulfully on the lips. Denny never liked the way their stepfather hugged and kissed and pressed his body against his sister. Yes, he was certain their stepfather's interest in Joyce had become awfully lecherous since Joyce's breasts had blossomed and her body had ripened into stunningly curvaceous proportions. Denny knew all about yearning sexually for Joyce. He had been trying to fuck her himself-for quite a while now.
Finally, Herbert Preen released Joyce. "Have a good time," he said, "and be sure and write your mother and me." Denny eyed the telltale bulge at his stepfather's fly and he knew he hated his stepfather more than ever. Rotten bastard has a hard-on, he thought.
He and Joyce left then, walked the tunnel to the plane and, minutes later, the big jet taxied into position, and finally they were airborne. The siblings stared in fascination at objects below growing smaller as the jet climbed. Soon, they unfastened their seat belts and Joyce reached over and gave her brother's cock a secret, affectionate squeeze. Denny reciprocated, slyly rippling his fingertips across his sister's breast, then tweaking the nipple.
"Oh, sis," Denny whispered, "it's gonna be great spending a whole summer vacation away from our jail-keepers. We'll be able to do all the special secret things together, huh?" He stretched, staring down at his own erection. "Free at last," he sighed.
Joyce agreed, coyly admiring her brother's hard-on. "I just hope father and Norma aren't too strict. Tell me about Walden Flats again?" she pleaded. "Come on, Denny, tell me about it!"
Denny had told his sister about Walden Flats perhaps a hundred times, but she never tired of hearing about it. Last summer he had spent three weeks with their father and stepmother in Walden Flats. Joyce had not been able to go because she had come down with the measles, so he had gone by himself. Joyce had been keenly disappointed to miss the trip, and so she had insisted over and over again that he describe the sleepy rural town just outside of Portland, Oregon, where their chiropractor father lived. In detail, Denny had described the large yellow frame house on the hill with the olive and weeping willow trees surrounding it, the swimming pool in the front yard, the few stores in the center of town, just two miles away, and Landon Pond and the small town movie theater.
"You're gonna love it," he told his sister once again. "Mainly, I'm gonna love getting you away from Herbert. I thought he was gonna rape you there at the airport when he was hugging you. What a dumb bastard! Sticking his hard-on at you that way right in front of mother."