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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
imagination? Joyce entered the kitchen then. "Come on, Denny," she pleaded. "Let's go! I wanna see Walden Flats, the pond, everything. Let's split, Den." Denny was careful to keep his back toward his s****r and step-mother. For some reason he didn't want either of these two females to see the semi-erect bulge in his pants. "Right on, s*s," he said. "Trying to sound casual. Yeah, let's split." "Why are you walking that way, Denny?" Joyce asked. "Is something wrong?" "Hardly," he said sarcastically, wincing at his choice of words. "O.K." he said. "Let's get the bikes out of garage and split for town." Nervously, he glanced over his shoulder, saw the puzzled look on his s****r's face and his step-mother trying valiantly to suppress laughter. "So long," Joyce said, giving Norma a peck on the cheek before following Denny outside to the garage. As she watched her b*****r lift the garage door, she said, "You're really weird, Denny. Sometimes your behavior is absolutely kooky." Finally, and with herculean effort, Denny had thought his hard-on away. Boldly, he turned to face her, hands on his hips. "Just what the fuck are you talking about?" he said. "You're the dingy one!" "Don't you dare use that kind of language in my presence," Joyce scolded. "Bullshit," Denny said. "Last night you didn't seem to mind. You loved it." "Fuck you, Denny Reardon," ... Joyce said. "I expect to be treated like a s****r--a lady." "Then get your ass on your bike and let's go," he said. The garage was dark and even cold inside. Martin Reardon used it solely for storage--tools, lawn mower, bicycles, etc. Denny climbed on his bike and began pedaling down the gravel driveway. Behind him, on her new bike, Joyce wobbled precariously. She managed though, and they turned up a brief incline and then down the hill to Walden Flats Lane. There, they found the main two-lane road that led to the town proper, several miles away. There was little traffic as they rode easily on level ground, passing big trees and antique-looking wood-frame houses set well back from the winding road. They stopped to rest several times and it was nearly half an hour before they took the last bend in the road and entered the town itself. There were small stores, the town square, a movie theater, their father's office and Sherman's Pharmacy. Still panting from the ride, Denny saw that his s****r was really exhausted. "Let's stop at Sherman's for a soda, huh?" he said, breathing hard. "You'll like Mr. Sherman. He's a super guy." Her black shiny hair mussed from the ride, Joyce nodded agreement. They braked to a halt, got off their bikes, lifted them over the curb, leaned them against the building and went inside. Mrs. Sherman and a hunch-shouldered, weird-looking clean-up man were the only people in sight. When Denny and Joyce sat down at the counter, ...