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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 06:10:04 -0500
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THE RELUCTANT HOST
by Varangian
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"Do you need help?" I shouted after lowering the passenger side
window.  The woman holding an umbrella over two persons crouched
near the front of their vehicle, a late model Taurus, leaned down
to answer.

"We've had a blow out and can't get the wheel off," she yelled
above the noise of the downpour.

I doubted I could be of much assistance, because lug nuts
frequently thwarted me, but I got out of the car nevertheless to
peer over the shoulders of the crouching couple.  A boy looked up
at me.

"They're frozen," he said with a disgusted look.  "They were put
on too tight."

"Let me try," I suggested and squatted beside him.

A nearly mature girl knelt on the other side of me with an
anxious expression behind the raindrops on her pretty face.  I
set to the task.  Despite all my weight on the awkward lug wrench
the nut refused to budge.  I tried all of them in turn with the
same lack of success.  I stood in frustration. The only garage
within thirty miles, I knew, was already closed for the day.

"I live nearby," I said to the woman with the umbrella.  "You're
welcome to dry off there and use the phone."

The other two rose beside us, trying to duck under the umbrella.
"We can't leave the car here," the girl said.  "It'll be
spotted."

The woman shushed her with a scowl. "Could we push it off the
road?" she asked me.  "Conceal it somehow?"

"There's no place to hide it," the boy spoke up.  "This is a
desert."

I immediately regretted my invitation, recognizing the ominous
sounds of trouble.  "What's the problem?" I asked.  "Can't you
just leave the car?"

The girl responded loudly.  "Won't someone steal it?"

After a pause the woman told the boy, "Get the luggage."

He immediately went to the rear of the stranded vehicle, opened
the trunk, pulled out a large suitcase and without my permission
threw it into the bed of the pickup.  He grinned at me and went
back for another.

"Be careful with that one," the woman admonished.

I urged the females into the cab.  The boy rode in back with the
umbrella.

"You're not from around here," I stated to the woman, who sat
next to me.

"No.  We're on our way to California."

"Taking the scenic route?" I asked.  Their car had broken down on
a remote county road that went north to south instead of west
toward their stated destination.

"We're avoiding the turnpike tolls," the girl said, leaning
forward to speak.

The turnpike was sixty miles south of us.  I could not cross-
examine the two because my attention was on the road, especially
the rutted track I turned onto that led to my house.  After ten
silent minutes of slow driving up the hill, I braked the pickup
in front of the cottage.

"Is this your place?" asked the woman.  "My god, you live a long
way back!"

Instead of answering I led them to the porch where a roof offered
protection from the rain, then went back to help the boy, who
struggled with the suitcases.

"We don't want to track wet into the house," the woman declared
after I opened the door.  She turned to the boy.  "Billy!  Take
off your shirt and pants.  You're soaking."

'There's no need for that," I objected.  "A little water won't
hurt my floors."

But when we went inside she asked where the bathroom was and
immediately ordered both boy and girl to go there and strip down.
"I'm not so wet," she excused herself with a smile.  She looked
around the living room, remarking, "It's tidy and clean, but
obviously a man's house."

"I live alone," I explained.

The strangers' presence unsettled me.  I stood with the woman in
the middle of the room ruing my invitation, although under the
circumstances they had no decent alternative.  Squealing
resounded from the bathroom.  It was located off a short hallway
that led to the two bedrooms.

"Those kids!" she exclaimed.

"Are they yours?" I asked.

"Sort of.  I'm their aunt."  She hunched her shoulders in a
shiver.  "I'm chilled to the bone. Do you have anything to drink,
Mr..."

"Phelps, John Phelps."

"Maggie Carter."  She smiled brightly.

"Yes, Ms. Carter, I can offer you either Canadian or Vodka.  I
could use a drink myself."

"Call me Maggie.  Canadian, if you don't mind."

I went into the kitchen to fetch the bottle and a couple of
glasses.  "Do you want ice?" I yelled over my shoulder.

"Please."

When I returned, I saw the boy crouched over the suitcases, clad
just in underpants.  I avoided staring, but noticed that he was
perhaps fourteen with a lovely, hairless body.  He glanced
impudently at me.  It was almost a leer.

"Need some dry clothes," he explained and rushed from the room
dragging both suitcases.

Maggie rolled her eyes as I poured the drinks.  We sat on the
couch and within minutes she was calling me John.  She was a
slender, blonde woman with a fresh, agreeable face and appeared
to be in her early thirties.  We talked about the weather,
specifically the phenomenon of rain in the desert.  Soon the
other two emerged from the bathroom in dry clothes.

"We hung our wet stuff in your bathtub," the girl said.  "Is that
all right?"

I smiled at her and nodded.  She was taller than the boy and
perhaps two or three years older.  Like Maggie, whom she
resembled, she was blonde, slender and pretty.

"Kids," Maggie spoke up, "this is Mr. Phelps."  She turned to me,
"The boy is Billy.  He's almost fourteen, and Gwen has just
turned seventeen."

The pretty boy extended his hand with a smirk.  The girl merely
stared at me.

"Do you want some coke?" I asked them, rising to my feet.

I led them into the kitchen.  Maggie called from behind me, "May
I use the phone?"

I told her to go ahead and retrieved soft drinks for the
youngsters from the refrigerator.

"The phone's not working," Maggie announced when we returned to
the living room.

I gritted my teeth but was not entirely surprised, considering
the storm.  I pondered the disagreeable choices.  "You'll have to
spend the night, I suppose."

"Oh, no, John!" she exclaimed.  "We can't impose on you like
that."

"It's forty miles to the nearest motel.  I'd rather put you up
than drive you to town at night in this weather."

She shrugged.  "It seems we don't have much choice."

The news did not appear to upset her.  In fact she seemed
relieved.  I quickly thought about sleeping arrangements.

"You and Gwen can have my bed and Billy can take the spare room.
I'll sleep on the couch.  But first we should eat something."

My sleeping arrangements evidently displeased the young ones.
Billy looked unhappy and Gwen scowled before turning her back.

Maggie said quickly, "We'll sort things out, John.  Show me
around your kitchen.  I'll do the cooking."

She prepared a simple meal of hamburgers and noodles that we soon
finished.  The kids, sullen but well behaved, said little and
soon excused themselves, departing for bed.  I thought that
unusual, because it was just past nine o'clock.  Maggie and I had
coffee, which we took into the living room, where we sat on the
couch.  We added whiskey to the second cup.

"This is rather pleasant," she said, after we gave up coffee and
concentrated on the booze.  "But I'm sure having us here upsets
your routine."

"It's true that I prefer being alone, but you're good company," I
stated politely.

"Thank you, sir.  And you are too," she said with equal good
manners.

She peered at me over her glass as she sipped, assessing me, I
thought.

"If you don't mind my asking, John, why do you live out here in
this, this wilderness?"

"I'm neither a hermit, nor in hiding, although some people think
so."

She laughed.  "Is there any truth to their suspicions?  Which is
it?"

"Perhaps a little of both, but I'm harmless."

"It does seem unusual," she persisted, "especially for a guy as
young as you."

"I used to live in town," I said, deciding to reveal part of the
truth, "but I left after divorcing my wife.  She has a lot of
family there."

She nodded as if understanding the situation.  "We passed through
a town to the south.  It was rather small."

"That's the one, and it is too small.  I try to avoid the place."
Her scrutiny caused me to squirm and feel uncomfortable.

She took another sip of her drink.  "Forgive my nosiness, but how
do you live?  What do you do?"

"I owned a motel near the turnpike," I stated with some
irritation at the relentless prying.  "I sold out when I received
an especially good offer."

"Then you moved here?"

"Yes.  It was after the divorce. I write a bit -- nature stuff.
I've also been working on a novel for the past three years.  My
uncle left this place to me along with the motel.  I have the
whole top of the hill, two hundred acres."

"And no neighbors?"

"There's one a few miles from here, but we're not on speaking
terms.  What about you?  Why are you going to California in such
a round-a-bout way?"

She hesitated.  "Just seeing the country.  The kids, you know."

She seemed reluctant to offer much information, although she had
mentioned coming from Ohio.

"What did you do back east?"

She squirmed as though her end of the couch was uncomfortable.
She motioned to the coffee table where the whiskey bottle stood
empty.

"We have a dead soldier, John," she remarked, changing the
subject rather obviously.

"I have some more."

When I rose to get another bottle of Canadian, a yelp and loud
laughter from down the hallway startled us. I cast her a
quizzical glance, having assumed the youngsters were in separate
rooms

"Please excuse me, John," she said hurriedly and rose from the
couch.

She dashed to the spare room and burst in.  I heard her speak
angry, hissing words that I could not make out.  I stood bemused
until she returned to the living room, her faced red in
embarrassment.

"Those kids are sometimes beyond my control!" she exclaimed,
collapsing onto the couch.

"It's really none of my business," I said, although the situation
naturally intrigued me.

"But it's your house!" she declared.  "I told them earlier to
behave until we were out of here!"

How were they misbehaving, I wondered?  Although they only
sounded like boisterous kids, something had obviously upset her.
She sat on the couch with lips pursed angrily.  I shrugged and
went into the kitchen to fetch the other bottle, thankful that
the three of them would be gone the next day.

* * *

"I owe you an explanation, John," she said when I returned from
the kitchen.  "You must think awful things about us."

She presented her glass for a refill.  We shared a common taste
for booze, although neither of us was even tipsy despite what
we'd already drunk.

"Awful?" I asked.  "I don't know what you mean, Maggie."

I sat down with a cushion separating us.  She peered at me again
over the rim of her glass.  It was unsettling.  She lowered the
glass, then placed an arm across the back of the couch, leaning
her head against it.  Her eyes riveted mine.

"You don't have a clue?" she asked, nodding slightly in the
direction of the hallway.

I stared at her, and she gazed back relentlessly.  I suddenly had
an inkling, an outrageous assumption, but I did not want to
pursue it.

"It's really none of my business," I said tersely.  "Whatever you
consider awful I don't what to know."

"You'll know tomorrow, John, when I'll have to wash their
sheets."

"Why are you telling me this?" I protested, although I actually
wanted to hear more.

"Because it's best you hear it from me now and not be shocked in
the morning."

I got to my feet too quickly, sloshing some of my drink.  I
turned and stepped away a couple of paces before facing her
again.

"You're a stranger, of course," I said, eyeing her closely, "and
they're not my children.  Do you really want to discuss this?"

She looked at me with unnatural calmness, then shrugged.  "Just
don't be surprised by, ah, unusual noises tonight.  There's no
way I can control them.  I've had to endure it since I first
learned of it almost two years ago."

"What 'it' do you mean, Maggie?"

"There's a name for 'it', John, and it's not a pretty word,
although some people might find the matter titillating."

I resumed my seat at the opposite end of the couch, sipped from
the glass and stared vacantly at the front window.  We did not
speak for a long moment.  I was indeed titillated.

"I'm sorry, John," she finally said.  "We should have stayed with
the car."

I glanced at her quickly.  I had hoped to hear more but was
reluctant to pry for fear of revealing my prurient interest.

"Perhaps we should turn in," I suggested like a good host.  "I'll
fix your car at dawn.  I have some tools."

"Yes.  I suppose that's best," she said, placing her glass on the
coffee table and rising.

She looked at me as though she wanted to say more, but instead
turned and walked to the hallway.  "Good night, John," she
murmured before entering my bedroom and closing the door behind
her.

I sat for a minute on the couch wondering about the quality of
sounds I could expect to hear from the kids.  Then I remembered
that I needed my pajamas from the bedroom and went to the
hallway.  Light gleamed through a small opening in the door that
had not been firmly shut.

"Maggie," I called softly.  "I need my pajamas."

"Come in," she answered.

I pushed the door open to find her standing next to the bed clad
in panties and bra.  I could not avoid ogling her, because she
was a magnificent looking woman.  Her long, slender legs were as
shapely as a model's.  She had a flat tummy and breasts neither
bulging nor skimpy.  She seemed nervous at my presence, at least
for an instant.  Then she relaxed and smiled deliberately.  It
was as though she could read my mind, which must not have been
difficult, given the circumstances.

"Do you want to talk some more?" she asked, taking a seat on the
side of the bed.

Her upper thighs widened against the mattress, enhancing her
sexual appeal. She lay back with one leg on the bed and the other
splayed to the floor.  Her head rested on a white pillow that
contrasted dramatically with her flaxen hair.  My initial hurried
glance became a riveting stare.  She licked her lips
provocatively as she brazenly returned the gaze.

"Don't you ever get lonely out here, John?" she asked in a
seductive voice.

The invitation was obvious, and I was not a guy to pass up such a
rare offer.  I reached down to lift her other leg onto the bed,
then sat beside her with a hand remaining on the soft thigh.  I
stroked it high up as I continued to stare into her smiling face.

"The couch is not too comfortable," I said.

"Then sleep here," she replied.

She excited me, and it was not just because of her unspoken
promise of sex.  I had never made love with a woman more
beautiful or alluring.  In fact my prior sexual experience was
limited to my ex-wife, a dumpy girl who had tolerated physical
intimacy with whining reluctance.

When I touched her groin with nervous, exploring fingers, she
thrust against my hand, and though the slightly parted lips
continued to smile, her eyes were calculating.  She knew my
measure, they informed me.  She saw me as an awkward boy,
although I was almost twelve years out of high school.

"I would enjoy kissing," she declared, placing her hand atop
mine.

When I leaned down for it, she took my head in both hands.  If a
shred of doubt remained about her intention, it vanished with the
touch of my lips to hers.  She responded with lascivious
eagerness, her tongue immediately available, one hand fondling
the back of my neck and the other gripping my shoulder.

"Get undressed!" she exclaimed hoarsely into my mouth.

There was no way to do that except to stand, which I did.
Struggled with shirt buttons, I popped one in my urgency.  As I
ripped off my clothes, she sat up to remove the bra and panties.
I paused to stare at her fully naked body before pushing down my
under pants.  In a sexual frenzy I climbed onto the bed, but she
held me back when I sought to mount her without preamble.

"Slow down, Johnny," she cooed.  "You're so eager you'll shoot
too soon."

She pushed me onto my back and began to kiss down my body.  Oh,
Christ! I thought.  No woman had ever given me a blowjob.  She
took the shaft in hand and pumped as she sucked on the knob.  The
intense pleasure of it set me off within seconds, which she
anticipated by withdrawing her head to avoid the copious spurts.
She then grinned at me and touched her nose to mine.

"Now I'm at your mercy," she muttered, snuggling to me.

The excitement and satisfaction I enjoyed that night matched my
most fervid fantasy.  Perhaps I should say we both enjoyed it,
because I doubt she faked her responses, which seemed natural and
were not loudly exaggerated.

We didn't sleep much, nor did the kids in the other room.  On
three occasions before dawn we heard their headboard bumping
rhythmically against the wall and the girl crying out more
shrilly than her aunt.

Maggie told me about them in the dark as we lay apart, both of us
sweaty and sated.

"Their mother, my sister Carol, was sick for a long time and
eventually died of a brain aneurysm less than two years ago.
Since then the kids have been my responsibility.  I learned about
their relationship almost from the beginning.  It was during my
first week with them, while their mother lay dying in the
hospital.  I went up to Billy's room to investigate some curious
noises and found them naked on the bed.  The place reeked of sex.
I screamed stupidly, but they remained calm, although they
obviously resented the intrusion."

"How old were they?" I asked.

"Billy was twelve then.  He looked like a child, except for ...
Well, he's going to be a large man.  Gwen was fifteen."

"Isn't it more common with sibling lovers for the boy to be older
than the girl?" I asked.

"Common!  That's hardly the word I'd use!  Before then I'd only
heard about such things from books.  As for being lovers, you're
mistaken.  They're brother and sister like ordinary kids, except
they have sex together."

"So it's more naughtiness than romance?"

"Exactly!  A few days after I caught them, Gwen told me how it
began.  She wasn't at all apologetic, and she said she was the
one who started it a few months before I arrived.  I can believe
it, because at that time, she said, Billy didn't yet squirt. He
had his first orgasm only a couple of weeks later."

I chuckled, then apologized for my rudeness.  "Boys don't usually
experience their first squirt inside a girl."

"It's titillating, I know.  I eventually got used to their
behavior, which they didn't try to conceal.  They often had sex
with the bedroom door wide open."

"You peeked?"

"Of course I did, John!  They're beautiful together."

"So you did nothing?"

"What could I do?  Once kids start with sex, you can't expect
them to stop."

"Weren't you afraid that Gwen would get pregnant?"

"She was using her mother's pills, and when she needed more she'd
go to the drug store and fill the prescription again as if
getting them for her mom.  I thought that was too risky, so I
started supplying her."

"Did your sister know about this?"

"I don't know.  Perhaps.  The kids began having sex after she
became ill."

It was a fascinating story, I thought, but this problem with the
kids was hers, not mine.  I leaned over for a kiss to initiate
another bout with her, and my hand capped a lovely tit as the
headboard in the other room resumed its banging.


* * *

The next morning I awakened to the call of my name.  Maggie was
not in bed, but Gwen stood beside it clad in bra and panties.  I
blinked away my drowsiness, then stared at her.
At seventeen she was a fully-grown female.  She resembled her
aunt in many ways, her blondeness especially, but there was a
fresher quality about the girl; her limbs appeared smoother and
breasts more perky.

"Aunt Maggie is making pancakes," she announced.

She lingered a moment, as if permitting my blatant ogle.  She
even smiled slightly before turning toward the door and leaving
the room.  I stared after her with great appreciation of her firm
butt and the dimpled backs of her thighs.  I realized that she
was not an innocent girl, that she and her brother had screwed at
least three times the previous night.  I wondered if Billy
understood how lucky he was.

I pulled aside the sheet and swung my legs from the bed.  I found
my clothes piled on the floor and I pulled them on, tucking in my
shirt when I heard Maggie's voice from the kitchen.

"Go get dressed!" she said loudly.  "He'll be out soon."

I was at the bedroom door when they passed.  Billy, being polite
to his host, paused to say, "Hi".  He was in underpants.  Gwen
urged him on with a shove from behind.  She cast me a grin before
proceeding to the spare room next to mine.

Maggie was at the stove when I entered the kitchen.  She was
fully dressed in jeans and a short sleeve, blue shirt, and golden
hair tied in a ponytail that suited her young looking face.  I
didn't know how to greet her.  Should I kiss her neck and fondle
a tit?  Although we too had fucked three times during the night,
she remained very much a stranger.  She smiled at me over her
shoulder.

"Sit down, John," she said cheerfully, settling the matter.
"I'll have your breakfast in just a sec."

The kids rushed in after a moment fully clad in T-shirts and
shorts, although they were barefoot.  Maggie served us then sat
with us at the table.

"I'll help you fix the car," Billy announced to me brightly
without preamble.

His sister scowled at him, perhaps out of habit.  Maggie smiled
and urged the boy to eat.
It could have been a very awkward scene, in view of the fact that
we had all indulged in illicit sex just hours before, but the
three of them seemed very comfortable -- until Gwen asked in a
petulant whine, "Do we have to leave today?"

Although she addressed the question to Maggie, the girl flashed
me a glance first.    Maggie's silence implied that she too
wanted to stay.  I was ambivalent about the matter.  The
advantage, of course, would be another night in bed with the
lovely woman, but that alone was insufficient reward.  I was
convinced they were in trouble with the law, and I did not want
the police descending on me.

"I'll see about the car," I said, rising from the table.

"I'll help!" the boy exclaimed, and he rose too.

 From that Maggie should have assumed I was unwilling to put them
up any longer, although it was not necessarily true.  I could
change my mind.   But if she was disappointed, her face did not
betray it.  She glanced at me pleasantly.

"I'll wash some sheets, then we'll pack," she said.


* * *


Billy was a bright boy, although he acted a bit younger than his
age of fourteen, lacking even a hint of male swagger.  Perhaps
that was the consequence of fucking his sister regularly; he
probably didn't have close buddies to influence him.  His face
was very attractive -- more pretty, though, than handsome -- and
his limbs were androgynous. I understood how a boy like him could
turn a man's head and cause both a heap of trouble.

He chattered inconsequentially about the desert and Indians as we
bumped down the rutted track in my pickup.  We found the Taurus
undisturbed on the side of the county road.

A sheriff's vehicle pulled up not long after we began working on
the lug nuts.  I recognized the deputy, an ex-brother-in-law --
fortunately a friendly one.

"Having trouble, John?" he asked without leaving his car.

I stood to address him.  "The nuts are on too tight, Cal," I
explained.  "I'm tapping them off with the sledge."

He leaned out the window a bit to survey the scene.  Billy
stepped back nervously.

"That's not your car," Cal noted off-hand.

"It belongs to my house guests."

He ogled Billy, asking with a crooked grin,  "Do you have any
more pretty boys up at your place, John?"

When I simply shrugged he said, "I'd better leave, if you don't
need my help.  I shouldn't see that kid driving a vehicle."

"We'll just be going up the hill, Cal.  There's no harm in that."

The man waved and drove off without further comment.  I turned to
Billy, who seemed to be greatly relieved.

"The cop didn't check the license plate!" he exclaimed.

I squinted at him warily.  His sister had said something equally
suspicious the previous evening.  I decided not to press the boy,
because we were enjoying success with the wheel, and my three
guests would be gone within an hour.  I did not want to know
their troubles.

Billy drove the Taurus up the hill without difficulty.  When we
arrived at my place Maggie was outside on the porch.

"The sheets are in the dryer, John," she said when I climbed down
from the pickup.  "I noticed a path leading further up.  Do you
mind if we explore?"

"There's a large overhang up there.  It looks like a cave," I
responded.

"Come on, Billy," she said, taking the boy's arm.  "Let's go
investigate it."

I went into the house, accepting the woman's curiosity about the
desert property as something quite natural for an easterner.  I
found Gwen waiting just inside the door.  As before she wore a T-
shirt, but now without a bra, and her nipples poked at the thin
fabric.  She had a strange expression on her unsmiling face as
though she were attempting to look sultry.  She stepped very
close and placed a hand on my arm.

"I'd really like to stay a while longer, John," she said with her
face so near that I could feel her breath.

When I only gazed at her in surprise without responding, her
expression changed.  In a moment she was crestfallen.

"We won't cause any trouble," she added in a pleading tone.  Her
head sank and she blushed.  "I'll be nice to you."

I gaped at her, scarcely believing what I had heard.  This
gorgeous young thing was offering sex in exchange for
hospitality.  It was ludicrous, and I almost burst out in
laughter, but I didn't.  Such a response would probably have
frightened the girl, who was obviously nervous and on the verge
of tears.  I placed a hand on her bare upper arm.  The touch
excited me.  But I felt a grave suspicion of being exploited by
people with graver problems.  I stepped back and held her away
with hands on her slender shoulders.

"We'll do whatever you want," she blubbered.

I abruptly turned away from her.  Maggie had to explain this
herself, I thought.

"I'll speak with your aunt," I said and walked into the kitchen
just to get away from the girl and her powerful allure.

"She won't be back for a while!"  To that Gwen added loud sobs
from the living room.

I strode back to her angrily, grasped her upper arms and shoved
her back onto the couch.

"But she'll return in time to catch me fucking you!" I yelled.
"Is that it?"

Rolled into the fetal position, she convulsed in unrestrained
bawling.  I was convinced that was their plan, but Gwen was a
poor shill.

I went back into the kitchen to pour myself a vodka, although it
was not yet noon, returning with it to the living room.  I sat in
an armchair opposite the couch.  Gwen slowly straightened to sit
upright and gaze at me with a teary face.  Their scheme was so
pathetically amateurish that my anger quickly dissipated.  They
must be terribly desperate, I thought.  I returned the girl's
stare, then tried a grin on her.  At first it surprised her until
she rubbed the back of a hand across her nose and giggled.

"You're not very good at this," I observed calmly, in response to
which she hung her head.

"I would have done it," she said so softly that I could scarcely
hear the words.

"And gritted your teeth all the while, I'll bet."

She looked up at me with a wonderfully innocent look on her
pretty face and shook her head, biting her lower lip.  I had to
admit she was a very desirable young woman, the sort I had always
pursued in high school without success.

We sat quietly for several minutes until a noise on the porch
announced Maggie's return.  Gwen jumped up and rushed from the
house.  I went to the door to observe them in the front yard.
Gwen spoke inaudibly at high speed, gesturing toward the house.
Billy was not in sight.  Maggie finally said something and the
girl ran off.  After a pause the woman came toward the porch with
determined strides, looking at me behind the screen door.  I held
it open for her to enter.

"I'm sorry, John.  That was very clumsy of me.  We'll be out of
here as soon as Gwen finds Billy."

She did not appear to be embarrassed, much less contrite.  She
had simply tried to trick a stranger and the effort failed.

"You must be in real trouble," I observed, offering her my glass
for a sip.

She finished it with a swallow.  "You don't want to know, John.
We'll be over the state line in a couple of hours.  I won't
mention staying here if we're caught."

"Have you killed someone?" I asked.

She shook her head, and I believed her.  I wanted to believe her,
because I had decided to live dangerously.

"Then you may stay a while," I said calmly,  "at least until you
figure out your next move."

She took a step backwards, gaping at me in surprise.  She seemed
about to say something but apparently thought better of it.  She
took a deep breath instead.

"Would you like some whiskey?" I asked.

She nodded and followed me into the kitchen where I poured
glasses for both of us.  I sipped at mine, but she gulped hers
down and asked for a refill.  This one she sipped.

"About the boy, John," she began before I interrupted her.

"I'm not interested in him," I lied, astounded that he too might
be available to me.

"Of course," she said, staring at me, "but he's very
affectionate."

"I don't expect anything in return," I averred deceitfully.

She nodded.  The small smile that flickered on her lovely face
told me she suspected the truth of the matter.

* * *

Maggie must have talked to Billy, because later at dinner he
constantly glanced at Gwen, then me, as if intrigued by the
probable consequences of remaining at my house.

I had not spoken to the kids since my encounter with Gwen in the
living room.  I had been away shopping most of the afternoon,
getting stuff that Maggie had listed.  I returned in time for
dinner, during which the girl behaved very strangely, not
speaking to me and avoiding my eyes.  Maggie must also have had
words with her.

When we finished eating Maggie rose and nodded for Billy to
follow her.

"We're going exploring again," she announced, taking the boy's
hand and pulling him toward the front door.  I suppose I held my
breath as I watched them leave.

Gwen finally looked up from across the table and said, "They'll
be gone a while, you know."

I assumed the words were an invitation.  She rose from the table
when I did.  She followed me into the living room and sat close
beside me on the couch.  She smelled of soap and shampoo,
evidently having recently bathed.  When I took her hand in mine
she leaned her head against my shoulder in a gesture of total
submission.

The girl excited me more than her aunt, who in a curious way
treated me like one of the kids, although I was not much younger
than she.  Maggie offered me sex like a treat, but Gwen was much
different.  She was not an innocent, of course, but I suspected
that her sexual experience was limited to Billy.  She made me
feel like a boy in high school trying to make out, despite the
fact that my success with her was certain.  She turned her face
to mine when I touched her cheek and accepted my kiss sweetly
with just the tip of her tongue meeting my own.  I savored the
feel of her upper arm and ventured to cup a firm adolescent
breast unencumbered by any bra.  She aroused me powerfully, but I
could not sustain the false illusion of seduction.  There was a
stench of rape about the matter -- or prostitution, which was
closer to the truth.  I suddenly felt like a fool, because I had
been imagining something akin to romance.

I was confused, although the situation was unambiguous.  Never in
high school had a girl this fine been available to me, willing if
not exactly eager to fuck.  Sex with Maggie had been like doing
it with somebody's aunt, however satisfying the experience.
Gwen, though, transported me back more than ten years to my high
school days when I could only dream about having such a girl.
But in this case I was in charge.  I didn't have to play games
with her.

"Take your clothes off," I said.  "I want to watch."

She immediately stood and looked down at me with a small smile on
her pretty face, young and wholesome, with fresh cheeks clear of
zits except for a small one under her jaw.  Her narrow lips
parted to display an even row of teeth.  The mouth was small.  In
a playful gesture she pulled up her T-shirt to show provocatively
a small navel on a flat stomach.

"Do you want me to pose for you?" she asked sweetly.

"Just take it off," I responded and sat up straight to remove my
own shirt..

Soon she stood before me with just her shorts on.  The skin tone
was absolutely marvelous, the kind I had always associated with
blondes.  The narrow shoulders made her look somehow vulnerable,
younger, as did the modest, firm breasts.  We both removed our
footwear.  I rushed to push down my trousers and under pants,
kicking them away.

"You're larger than Billy," she observed casually.

It was not much of a compliment, I knew, because my cock was no
more than average in size. She stepped out of her shorts when she
dropped them to the floor.  The thighs were shapely and the white
panties accentuating her allure.  She came within reach and I
placed both hands on her waist to pull her against me.  She
fondled my head while I suckled her breasts as though they were a
rare delicacy.  My cock, already tingling, informed me that I
would not last ten seconds inside the lovely girl.  I urged her
to kneel between my legs.

"Will you suck on me?" I asked.

She grinned.  "Only if you promise to lick me afterwards.  Billy
won't do it."

"You've only known Billy?"

She nodded.  "You'll be my second guy."

Kid brothers don't count.  The girl was nearly a virgin.  But she
knew how to give head, I realized the moment her lips slipped
over my knob.  She pumped the shaft as she sucked two or three
inches in and out of her mouth.  I ran fingers through her flaxen
hair.

"I'm coming!" I warned her.

She milked me with lips lightly around the end of my cock.  I
cried out with the first ecstatic surge and three more.  She drew
back her head to squeeze out the residue of my pleasure.  My
stuff drooled down her chin when she looked up at me, pursed lips
holding back a mouthful.  In a bound she rose to her feet and
rushed to the bathroom.  I soon heard water running in the sink.

She did not seem upset when she returned to the room, now
completely naked.  At least there was a smile on her face.  I
urged her to stop when she was about ten feet away so I could
ogle her properly while I played with my flaccid cock.

"It's my turn now, you know," she said in her high-pitched,
teenage voice.

"In a moment," I responded.  "I want to look at you first."

She turned around slowly to give me a good view.  I rose and
stepped forward to embrace her lightly and caress the exciting
flesh.  We kissed.

"Let's do it on the couch," I suggested and led her to it.

I had her lie face up with one leg resting on the back and the
other splayed to the floor.  Her bush was closely trimmed, but
not shaved.  The lips spread open to reveal the hood of her clit.
I nuzzled her tummy with my face and kissed a thigh before
setting to work.  I embedded a thumb into her as I licked the
girl to squirming, moaning arousal that became increasingly
frenzied.  She climaxed with a gasping cry.

I raised my head to look at her pretty face and stroked her
flesh, feeling a tit.  I was hard again.  When I climbed atop her
she entangled me with legs and arms as I worked myself into her
tightness.  Although the feel of her was truly extraordinary, I
was able to last, and we fucked for long minutes.  I had to twist
my head to kiss her because she was several inches shorter.
Eventually she clawed at my shoulders and cried out in orgasm.
Half a minute later I began to spew ecstatically.

We retired to my room after that to play with each other on the
bed.  I thought about mounting her again but was distracted by
the return of Maggie and the boy.

"They won't mind," she protested when I sought to get up.

"Perhaps you could use a fresh partner," I said in jest.  "I'll
send in Billy."

She bit her lower lip and nodded eagerly, a response that did not
surprise me.  I went naked into the living room to find the boy
lounging on the couch with his sister's panties in hand.  He
looked first at my dangling cock, then glanced up with a grin.

"I have her all warmed for you," I said.

He dashed off without a word and I went into the kitchen where
Maggie was washing some rocks in the sink.

"I hope we didn't disturb you," she remarked, glancing briefly at
my naked body.

"I sent in the second shift," I replied.  "What are you doing
with those stones?"

"They're pretty, don't you think?" she said holding one up for me
to see.  "We found them near the top of the hill."

A loud yell startled us.  "Do you want to go watch them?" she
asked.

"Perhaps another time.  I'd like a drink now.  Why don't you fix
us both one while I get dressed."

The kids were still at it when we started on our second round of
whiskey.


* * *


Later that night Maggie and I barely got into bed before we heard
the headboard start banging in the next room.

"They're insatiable!" I exclaimed.  "Don't they ever get tired?"

"Consider their ages, Johnny.  I was like that when I was
seventeen.  Weren't you?"

"I was horny, all right, but I didn't get laid until I was twenty
two."

"Until you got married?  That's hard to believe."  She kissed my
cheek while jacking my cock.  "Then this afternoon must have a
real treat for you."

"Yeah!  It was like being in high school and scoring with the
queen of the prom."

"She is pretty, isn't she?"

"Back then I used to look at girls like Gwen and imagine being
the guy who would eventually have them.  I mean, someone was
going to get them in bed.  They wouldn't stay virgins forever."

"So you realized a fantasy today.  Was it as good as you
imagined?"

"Christ yes!  I could lick on her all day.  Billy won't do it."

"Yes, I know," she said abruptly.

"Have you ever had him?" I asked.

"Really, John!  I'm his aunt."

"Surely incest no longer shocks you."

"That's not the issue.  I could not maintain my authority, if I
were their sexual partner."

"You haven't denied it, Maggie."

"Let's stop talking about sex, Johnny, and actually do it.  How
would you like your pleasure this time?  You have three good
options."

"Three?"

"Yes, three.  That is, if you have some Vaseline."

Oh, my god! I thought.  The beautiful woman was willing to butt
fuck!

"I, I'm interested the third way," I admitted.

She snuggled her face to my neck and murmured, "If you don't have
Vaseline, you can use butter."

I had petroleum jelly, all right -- a large, half empty jar that
I used for whacking off.  "Just a moment," I said in excitement.
"I'll go get it."

I rushed to the bathroom.  When I threw open the door, I found
Gwen there as naked as I.  She sat on the toilet and was wiping
herself in front.

"Hi," she said with a grin, rising to her feet.  "I've just
finished."

"You mean with Billy?"

She laughed.  "Yeah.  He's finally gone to sleep."

The lovely girl stood very close to me in the small bathroom.
She was indeed like a prom queen, but naked.  Her breasts did not
jiggle when she leaned down to flush the toilet.  She was
available to me again, I knew, and Maggie waited for me to return
for butt fucking.  I felt like a young sultan. When I opened the
medicine chest and retrieved the Vaseline, she gave me a knowing
look.

"Can I watch?" she asked.

"Maggie might object."

"I'll go ask her," she said and hurried from the room.

I remained to take a leak.  When I returned to the room I found
them both on the bed.  Maggie lay on her stomach.  The soft
mounds of her butt and the back of her legs were extremely
arousing.  Gwen, leaning on an elbow, seemed as excited as I.

"You have two of us tonight, John," Maggie said, her voice
muffled by the pillow.

My options overwhelmed me.  I climbed onto the bed to kneel
between the woman's outspread legs, but I also placed my hand
behind Gwen's flaxen head for a brief kiss.

"Let me do it," she girl squealed, taking the Vaseline jar from
me.

She smeared my cock with the stuff, massaging it, jacking it
until I felt a tingle.  I pushed her hand away, kissed her again
and lowered myself atop the woman's soft body.

"Be gentle!" Maggie admonished me.

I was draped over her, unable to see the cock and its
destination.  I felt around until my knob found the spot.  She
grunted when I pushed in.  I pulled out, then inserted it again,
this time penetrating her until my stomach pressed against her
yielding butt cheeks.  I thought that the feel of her flesh
against mine was more exciting than my cock in the tight ring.

"Are you all right?" I asked with my face next to hers.

"Try to come soon," she said in a quaky voice.

I fucked her slowly, concentrating on my pleasure.   Gwen played
with my ass hole, then slipped in a couple of lubricated fingers.
That set me off!  I began to squirt in a torrent, not in spurts.
It was the most incredible orgasm!

"Are you finished?" Maggie begged from beneath me.

I pulled out and knelt between her legs.  Gwen began to laugh
almost hysterically.

"My fingers are stinky!" she cried.

I got off the bed.  "I think we all need a shower."

My body still tingled from the remarkable pleasure.  But even
though I was entirely spent, the sight of the excited, naked girl
aroused me.  I intended to wash my lovely prom queen and fuck her
once more.

"You two go ahead," Maggie said, turning her face to me.  "Just
don't use up all the hot water."

When we returned from the shower still wet and eager to fuck,
Maggie was gone.  I thought nothing of it at the moment, because
I was intent on exploring Gwen's body with my mouth.  I could not
get enough of her.

Just as we moved into the sixty-nine position, we heard the
headboard start banging against the wall of the next room.


* * *


I walked ahead of the boy on our trek to the top of my hill.
When we neared the summit I extended a hand backward to assist
him over a particularly rough spot.  He continued to grasp me
even when we were clear of the obstruction and stood gazing out
at the purple desert below us.

"Aunt Maggie and me didn't get this far up," he said as he stood
very close, still holding my hand.

"A guy can feel free up here," I said to Billy, placing an arm
around his shoulder.  "The world is far away and out of sight."

"I know," he said, rubbing against me affectionately.  "I once
got naked on the roof of the school."

"You could do that here.  There aren't even many birds to see
us."

"I was alone then," he stated as if regretting the fact.

I brushed my cheek against his flaxen hair and asked in a hoarse
voice, "Have you ever been alone with a boy in the showers?"

He looked up at me with a curious expression.  "We didn't have
showers.  The school was too small."

I smirked at him.  "Did you whack off up on the roof?"

He answered without embarrassment.  "I didn't squirt yet, but I
got hard."

"Were you big?" I asked.

We continued to snuggle as we stood.  I knew where I wanted to
lead him.  So far he had not displayed the least resistance.

He shook his head.  "I guess not.  I'd just turned twelve."

"I suppose you've grown a lot in the past two years."

"Gwen thinks so," he said with a broad smile.

"She's probably right.  I've heard you two together, and she
really gets noisy."

"Did she yell for you?" he asked in a voice that betrayed no
rancor or jealously, just curiosity.

I nodded.  "She really enjoys fucking."

"Yeah.  Right from the start."

"It didn't hurt her the first time?"

"She didn't complain."

We sat on a low rock.  My lust for the boy grew mightily, and my
gaze shifted back and forth from his lovely, hairless thighs to
his pretty face.

"What was it like?" I asked, placing a hand on his bare knee.
"You know, squirting into her for the first time."

He grinned and covered my hand with his.  "I was surprised, but I
knew it would happen sometime.  She kept telling me that."

"You must shoot a lot, now that you're older."

He snorted a laugh.  "I choked her the first time I squirted into
her mouth.  Did she suck on you?"

I nodded.

"She doesn't like the taste much, but she keeps doing it.  Why do
you suppose that is, John?"

"I can't say about girls.  Maybe she likes the feel of a cock in
her mouth."

"Do you?" he asked with an intent stare.

The question startled me.  I thought I had been seducing him.

"I once had a friend," I admitted.  "We did everything together."

"All the way?  I've never done that, at least not yet.  Does it
hurt?"

I moved my hand to his lower thigh.  "You mean in the behind?  It
was more of a shock than real pain.  But only the first time."

He nodded.  "Yeah.  That's the way it was with Gwen.  She likes
it now, though, if I'm not too rough."

I became convinced we were talking about butt fucking each other,
that he wanted to try it.  But Gwen remained the topic to avoid
stating it outright.
.
"I might be too big for her," I said.  "She's a slender girl."

"I don't know, John," he responded, shaking his head.  "I'm not
all that small."

"Do think I should try?  You wouldn't mind?"

"Why should I mind?  She's already told me that I have to find
someone else, that she wants to get married."

"Married!  She's only seventeen."

He shrugged.  "That's old enough, isn't it?"

We were straying from my goal, or was it our goal?  I had to be
more direct.

"I feel like whacking off," I said, moving my hand to the hem of
his shorts.

"I don't do that much," he confessed.  "Only when Gwen's not
around."

He eluded me again!  "Billy, let's quit dancing around.  I want
to suck your cock."

"Is that all you want, John?" he asked boldly.

"It's a guy thing," I said, retreating somewhat in face of his
startling acceptance of a homosexual proposal.  "It's not
something you can do with a girl."

He smiled and pulled my hand to his groin.  "You're right," he
said.  "It'd be fun, and we could do it together."

My victory lasted just an instant, because Gwen's voice resounded
from below.

"Hey, you guys," she called.  "What're you doing up there?"


* * *


She looked at me askance.  "I didn't know you were gay, John."

In a burst of boyish enthusiasm Billy had blurted our intention
after we helped her over the rough spot at the summit.

"I mean," she added petulantly, "why do you need a boy when I'm
available?"

"It's a guy thing, Gwen," the boy gushed.  "Girls don't have a
cock to suck."

She pondered that observation for a moment.  "And boys don't have
a cunny to lick, but I don't look for girls to have sex with."

"But you've done it, Gwen, even if you haven't looked very far."

He was talking about Maggie, I assumed.  The woman had not
explicitly admitted having sex with the kids, but she failed to
deny it.  And who could forget the headboard banging away while I
was with Gwen?

I stared at them standing side by side, the boy a bit slighter
than his sister, each of them so young and beautiful.  I would
opt for the girl, if that were the only choice, but I'd prefer to
have them both.

"I'm not queer," I insisted, but my tongue would not elaborate.

Gwen grinned at me.  "You still want to suck his cock, don't
you?" she said.

"We were talking about butt fucking, too," the boy declared.

"You wouldn't like it, Billy," she assured him.

"No, no!" he protested coyly.  "We were talking about doing it to
you."

She gazed at me with a lascivious expression on her young face.
I could see her thinking.
"Let's go back to the house," she said quickly.  "It's too gritty
up here."

It was an unstated promise, I thought.  The girl wanted to do it
three-way, although she had not yet decided who would enter her
back door.  I realized that Billy understood the situation as
clearly as I when he looked at me in open mouth excitement.

"Let's go!" he shouted.

We scrambled off the summit and ran down the path, the kids
outdistancing me.  When we reached the house and burst into the
kitchen, Maggie was there.  She grabbed my arm.

"What are you up to?" she asked after the kids hurried onward
into the spare room.

I glanced at her sheepishly.  "We're going to have sex," I
admitted.

"The three of you together?"

I nodded.

She did not appear displeased, but when she released my arm she
said, "Be careful with the boy."

I nodded again and rushed off.  When I reached the bedroom Gwen
was already naked and lying on the bed.  Billy struggled to
remove his underpants from around his ankles.  His rigid cock was
impressive.  Although he was almost a head shorter than I and
forty pounds lighter, it was almost as long as mine and not at
all slender.  He climbed onto the bed to cuddle with his sister.
Maggie had mentioned that they were beautiful together, and it
was a fact.

"Get undressed, John!" Gwen exclaimed.  "I want to watch you suck
each other."

Her brazen enthusiasm unsettled me.  I took off my clothes, but
my cock flagged.  Billy stared at the drooping member with
evident fascination.  Gwen reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Suck him 'til he gets hard, Billy," she demanded, holding me in
place beside the bed.

The boy did not hesitate.  He climbed over his sister and leaned
his head down to capture my flaccid manhood in his mouth.  I held
his golden head as he sucked me to erection, staring all the
while into Maggie's eyes reflected in the dresser mirror.  Billy
released my cock.

"It's too fat," he complained.  "It stretches my mouth."

"Suck on the head of it," Gwen insisted.  "Make him squirt."

But he shook his head and retreated to the far side of the bed
where he cuddled against his sister again with a palm on her
breast.  "We can do that later," he said.

I was not so reluctant.  I walked around the bed and sat on the
side of it next to the boy.  I leaned down to slurp upon his
almost adult member.  My hands wandered his sleek thighs and
hairless upper body.  He soon yelped and grabbed my head.  I did
not count the spurts, but to my amazement they filled my mouth.
With pursed lips I quickly crawled onto the bed and atop Gwen.
Though she must have guessed my intent, she did nothing to avoid
my kiss and the release of the boy's spunk into her mouth.  We
traded it back and forth before she swallowed the stuff.

I was desperate to fuck, but she squirmed in resistance.  "I want
to be on top!"
I rolled over with her, dumping Billy onto the floor.  She sat
down on my cock with a mighty sigh, bowing her head to mine.

"Put it in me, Billy!" she cried out.

"Just a minute," he replied.

I glanced over and saw Maggie, naked, slimming the boy's cock
with Vaseline from a jar in her hand.  He jumped onto the bed and
positioned himself behind Gwen's upraised butt.

"Oh, Christ!" she suddenly screamed into my face.

 From that moment I lost track of any action other than my own,
although I was conscious of the girl whimpering above me, perhaps
in distress, but maybe not.  The tingle was soon upon me and I
began to spew into her warm tightness.  Billy yelped a moment
later and Gwen collapsed onto me.

"I'm not finished!" she whined and rolled off.

I clambered from the bed when Maggie climbed on and lowered her
head between the girl's thighs.  Gwen seized her by the hair as
the woman ate out the messy cunt in an apparent frenzy.  Maggie
had raised her butt high, by design, I gathered.  Billy climbed
behind her and knelt with a renewed erection poised at the
exposed target.  He jammed it in but the woman did not seem to
notice.  In amazement I retreated to a corner of the room, now
conscious of the boy's taste in my mouth, to gaze in stupefaction
at the family on the bed.  My cock grew hard again and I could
not decide at the moment which of the three I most wanted to fuck
next.

When Gwen cried out in orgasm, Maggie raised her head to reveal a
very slimy face.  She looked back at Billy, still banging away.
A twist of her hips caused him to fall again to the floor.  She
sniffed and assumed a sixty-nine configuration with the girl.
They went at each other with practiced ease.

Billy came over to the dresser where I sat on a chair.  He
climbed onto my lap like a child, although he was larger than
that, but not yet an adult.  We kissed as I fondled his lovely
body.

"We could do that," he said eagerly, nodding at the females on
the bed.

"Your cock's shitty," I objected, although I held his hard member
in my hand.

He gave me a sloppy kiss.  "I don't want to stop now to get
cleaned up!" he exclaimed.

We were obliged to talk louder than normal, because the women had
become noisy in their sexual frenzy.

"I'd like to get my cock shitty too," I said, then tongued his
ear.

"In me?" he asked, pulling his head back to look into my face
nervously.  "I've never done that before."

I thought he'd refuse, but he jumped off my lap and retrieved the
jar of Vaseline that lay on the floor.  When I joined him, he
handed it to me and leaned over the bed, nosing Maggie's ear,
cheek brushing Gwen's thigh.  I crouched and popped my greased
knob into him too abruptly.  Despite a loud protest, I penetrated
him fully and began to fuck his ass.

"Stop it!" Maggie shouted in outrage and rolled from the bed.
"You're hurting him!"

She grabbed me from behind and violently pulled me away.  I
stumbled and fell.  Maggie took the boy's arm, urging him to
rise, and he fell whimpering into her embracing arms.  She led
him out of the room, cuddling him as they moved.

I thought the party was over until Gwen called from the bed.

"I want some more," she pleaded with arms raised to me.

She was the one I really desired, although her body was sweaty
and her face dissipated.  I fell between her outspread legs and
commenced a magnificent fuck that satisfied us both within a
couple of minutes.

"Let's go watch them," she said after catching her breath.

We hurried to the other room where we found Billy fucking with
abandon atop Maggie's larger body.  The woman moaned as she
thrust back, her hands roaming the boy's back and butt cheeks.
When he suddenly yelped, she wrapped her arms and legs around him
and squeezed.

"I'm not finished yet, John," she gasped when the boy rolled off
her.

I was sated.  All I could do was wave my limp cock at her in
sorry explanation.  Gwen came to the woman's rescue by eating her
to a tremendous orgasm.  After that we were all pacified.  I
showered with Billy.  He and I retreated to my bedroom while the
two women bathed.  We intended to suck each other to erection,
but we were both too worn out to become hard again and settled
for gobbling flaccid cocks.


* * *



We all decided to take a break.  Maggie and I retreated to the
kitchen where we poured large tumblers of whiskey.  We left the
kids cuddling with heads sharing a pillow.

"Don't you do that again!" the woman said to me sternly after
taking a large gulp.  "I can't stand to hear the boy cry."

I kissed her cheek and fondled a breast in unspoken promise.

"I got in trouble with a boy," I said.  "But he enjoyed getting
reamed."

"What kind of trouble?"

"It's the reason I live out here," I replied.  "He's my wife's
cousin, Craig.  He lives in California now where he's probably
enjoying a lot of action.  But back here in our small town he
faced a real problem when he decided he was gay."

"How old was he?"

"Sixteen.  He wasn't pretty like Billy or even very attractive,
but I was hard up for any kind of sex.  My ex-wife would do it
only a couple times a month, and with her it was less enjoyable
than masturbation.  She's a Jesus freak and only wanted to make a
baby."

"So you came on to the boy?"

"No.  He started it.  But we got caught in a week or so, even
though we hid out at my motel.  He moved away right after, and I
was lucky I wasn't prosecuted.  But my wife divorced me and her
family told me to stay out of town."

"So you're queer after all," she stated with a smirk.

"Not really.  A guy doesn't have to be queer to want a boy like
Billy."

"I suppose," she said, though I wouldn't call it agreement.

"I'll stay away from him, Maggie.  I promise.  The one I really
want is Gwen."

She shook her head.  "No, John.  We can't stay here."  She
sighed.  "We have to leave."

The thought of that distressed me.  "What about your problems
with the law.  Won't you wind up in jail?"

"No.  I took some money from my former employer and also one of
his cars.  I called him today and he said he'd drop the charges
if I returned them."

"As easy as that?"

She nodded.  "I'll drive to California, then send everything
back.  He agreed to it, because he feels guilty."

"Guilty?"

"Yeah.  He was after Billy.  He had him for an afternoon, but I
don't think they went as far as you two did a while ago."

She did not say that in an angry way, but I felt abashed
nevertheless.

"I won't touch him," I promised again.

"No, John.  It's best we leave tomorrow.  It'll be easier on both
of you.  He really likes you and I know you won't keep away from
him.  You can't."

"I'm not queer!" I protested.

"I suppose not," she responded and squeezed my hand.  "At least
not entirely.  That's why I'm willing for Gwen to stay with you."

"Gwen?  Stay with me?"

"If you want her.  She'll insist on getting married, though.  She
wants a husband."

"She's only seventeen!"

"You're not so old, John.  You're still a kid in some ways.
Besides, she can't remain with me and Billy.  I want him for
myself."

I recalled watching the two females eating each other out in a
sixty-nine position while Billy sat on my lap.  I would miss
them, but the thought of marrying my fantasy prom queen was very
appealing.  I nodded agreement with the woman's proposal.

After another drink Maggie and I kissed and went to bed.  I led a
drowsy Gwen to my room, while Maggie slept with the boy.

The next morning Gwen cried when they left, but she clung to me
possessively as she waved good-bye to the departing car.


END


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