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Stepmother's Bed
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
your head," Denny said. "And I wish you'd stop trying to sound so scholarly. Shit, you sound worse than dad." "Sorry, but I decided to break it off between us right after our first--uh--fuck," Joyce said. "Why do you think I flirted with other boys when I was in love with you?" "What do you mean 'was in love' with me? You don't dig me anymore?" "Yes, I love you as a b*****r--but not as a lover. I love you as much as always, but in a different way. Don't you see? We can't spend the rest of our lives hiding, pretending, lying. How could we ever get married? You want to have kooky lads and spend the rest of your life hiding out? No, it's best to nip it in the bud." Denny reached over and stuck his hand up her dress. "You mean nip it in the clit, don't you?" She slapped his hand. "Stop that, you idiot! Somebody'll see us." "Nothing to worry about," Denny said. "I can have an operation, just like dad. Then we wouldn't have to worry about having k**s." Denny paused then, realizing what he had dropped. "So you know about Daddy's operation," she said, staring at him suspiciously. "When did you find out?" Denny studied his s****r, searching the quizzical, indecisive expression on her face. Did she guess he had spied on her and their father when they had fucked there in the living room that night? It was a crucial moment, he knew. Until recently they had always kept their special ... agreement--told the truth to each other about everything. Would she lie to him, as he had lied to her? Or would she tell the truth? "You tell me?" Denny said, finally. "How do you know about dad's operation?" She turned her head then, as if fearing he might detect the lie in her eyes. "H-He told me about the operation," she lied. "He told me one afternoon--uh-- when you were outside." Denny decided to lie right back. "O.K. then." he said. "Dad told me, too--one afternoon when you were outside." For some reason, Denny felt a great surge of relief. If Joyce had told him about fucking their father, then he would have felt compelled to tell her about fucking Norma. And he had promised Norma he wouldn't tell. Indeed, they had both grown up ... the c***dish and impossible promise--the agreement-had at last been broken. Joyce seemed to understand the significance of the moment, too. "Yes," she uttered softly, "I guess father would not tell one without telling the other, would he?" "True," Denny replied, but he understood that both of them were remembering that night when their father had fucked Joyce there on the living room couch while, heartbroken, he had watched from outside. "Yes, that's true." "So I thought it was time to tell you of my decision, Denny. Naturally, I didn't want to tell you in Walden Flats. I--I thought it might ruin the vacation for you--which is why I waited till we were on the plane." ...