Chapter 1

The odors of the desert drifted into the open window, through the screen. Creosote bush and salt cedar. Along with the ever present smell of hot concrete. It hadn't really cooled off that much over night.

Sidney woke up. Again his cock was hard. He had to pee. He climbed out of bed, careful to not wake up his sister, and went into the bathroom. It was right there, through a door. It opened into this bedroom he shared with Faith. He noticed his older sister was sleeping soundly, with her sheets tossed aside.

He went to the toilet, and tried to point his hard cock into the water. It was semi-hard, and it sprayed up and onto the toilet tank. He got it to empty into the water, finally, as it softened.

One more time he wiped up the pee that he had got on the toilet. He had this problem often now. He wondered why it was getting hard. But he was afraid to ask Mom or Dad. He was actually ashamed. He thought maybe it was because he was being a pervert.

He was embarrassed because his Mom had to clean the bathroom. She would notice the wetness, and he would be caught, maybe. It didn't really hurt to have his cock hard. It felt good, really. But that seemed bad. He had heard from other boys that getting hard was nasty. They liked it, they said, but it was still bad. Naughty. Something you hid, because it was not nice.

It was still dark outside. He could tell, looking out the window. He could go back to sleep. But he was awake now, and he could tell, from the birds singing, that it was getting close to time to get up for school. He sat on his bed, touching his cock.

He was looking at his sister. She was not awake yet. She was lying on her back, and her tight shirt was covering her top, while her panties covered her bottom. He could see the taut cones of her tits poking up into her shirt. They had begun to interest him.

His mother had slightly larger ones. Mom often wore a bra when she went out shopping, but at home, because of the desert heat, she might leave it off. Sometimes he could see her sweating under her blouse, and he watched her breasts bounce. If she wore a sleeveless shirt, or sundress, he might see some skin under her arms as she lifted them up to work around the house.

For some reason he really liked seeing the flesh of breasts. It made him feel good. And often his cock would start to get hard, and he would have to hide it. He knew he should be ashamed, but he wasn't really. He liked seeing that kind of thing.

Sidney was fourteen years old. His body was changing. He could tell. He even found tiny hairs growing out of his crotch. He was afraid to ask about that too. That kind of thing was not talked about. Not then, in 1962, in Needles, California.

He looked at Faith, who was a year older, at fifteen. He was happy they were in the same bedroom. She was still breathing heavily. He remembered what his Mom had told him a year ago. She had taken him into her bedroom, and they sat down on the bed. Then she asked him if he knew where babies came from. She asked if any of his friends had talked about it. He was embarrassed.

One friend had told him that a father peed into the mother and that made a baby. He had thought that was crazy, and didn't believe it at all. Now his mother was explaining how a father did put his thing into the mother, but he didn't pee. Some other stuff came out, and that made the baby.

He had to believe Mom. But he still didn't really understand it. And now, he was getting his cock hard almost every morning, and he wondered if he was like other guys, or maybe a freak. But he did like it when he got hard. It felt good. He was getting hard now, looking at Faith, with her panties tight on her crotch. He knew she didn't have a cock. He didn't know why females were different. But he was glad they were.

When they were younger they had sometimes taken baths together, That was some time ago. Mom had stopped that. He didn't really know why. But he did know that his sister had a little slit, with puffy looking sides, and she peed out of that sitting down. She couldn't point it like he could.

They lived in a stucco bungalow house. It had only two bedrooms, and he and Faith had twin beds. Mom and Dad were in the big bed in the bedroom at the front of the house. The younger folks had always slept in the same room. It wasn't a problem really. But he was noticing her more now, for some reason. He loved his sister, even if he didn't think about it. And he liked being with her when they slept. And he was really learning to like looking at her now.

Barely to be heard, from the front bedroom he heard a familiar sound. His parents' bed was squeaking. And through the door, closed between the rooms, he heard his mother's voice. Begging, it seemed, for something harder, harder. He heard it often when Dad was at home from working. He planned to find exactly what they were doing. If he could without getting caught.

As he was sitting here, on his own bed beside his sister, he reached out, and softly touched her thigh. She whimpered a little, and he pulled his hand back. Then he reached out again, and gently rubbed up and down her pussy. That was what Mom called it once in the bathroom, as they bathed.

His sister moved her legs a little, and he could see some skin right there by the panty crotch. He slipped a finger under the panty and felt the flesh beneath. He felt stiff hairs there. Like he was growing, only more. He noticed that his cock was getting stiff again. He liked this. He slowly ran his finger up and down the pussy lips, and his sister moaned and opened her legs wider.

"Sidney," she whispered.

His sister had her eyes open. He pulled his hand away, and waited for her to yell for Mom. They were both whispering now.

"Is it time to get up?"

"No, it's okay. You can sleep. I was getting up, but you don't need to. Mom and Dad are still asleep. You go back to sleep, Faith."

"Okay. I was dreaming. Maybe I'll dream it again. I was feeling happy. I felt good. Okay. I'll sleep some more."

She didn't bother to pull the sheet up. The air from the open window was getting hotter now with only a slight breeze. She rolled over, and he noticed her round butt cheeks were showing, outside her panties. He liked looking at them too. He rubbed his prick, and that felt good. He was lucky.

His stomach was growling now. He wanted to eat some cereal. Putting on his discarded pajama bottoms, he went back through the door to the porch. His bedroom had three doors. One to his parents front bedroom, one to the bathroom, and one to the porch at the rear of the house. It was enclosed in screen. He went through it and in through the back kitchen door. They didn't bother locking any doors.

He was eating some shredded wheat when his mother came into the kitchen, from the front room. Her bedroom opened onto his room, and also the front room. The bathroom opened onto his room and the front room, too. There were lots of doors in their bungalow. And they all had keyholes. But the keys had long been lost. No one locked doors.

"Mornin' Sidney. You're up early. Are you alright sweetie? Are you feeling sick?"

His mother had a thin robe, and she was tying it closed in front. Her legs showed at the bottom, and her feet were bare. He knew his mom had pretty legs. All his friends said so, and he could tell that himself. She was shaped like Marilyn Monroe. But her hair was brown, and wavy. He knew she was pretty. So pretty that she could be a model, he bet.

"I'm okay Mom. I heard the birds, and they woke me up. I was hungry."

"That's fine then. I'll make you some eggs now."

His mother was not wearing anything under the robe, he could tell. Her tits were outlined clearly and they drooped down when she knelt over to get a frying pan from the bottom of the stove. Her bottom was round and firm, and he wished he could see up her robe to look at her pussy. He wondered if it looked like Faith's did.

She rose up, and glanced over at him, then smiled. He was covering his front because he was hard. He hoped she didn't know. Then she finished cooking him some more breakfast, and put it in front of him. He ate quickly now, not wanting to be late.

"Well, finish up, and go wake up your sister. Send her in to eat. Then you both need to be getting ready for school. But don't wake up your father. He needs to sleep after that long run out to Tehachapi. He's going out on the train again tonight. So he needs his rest."

"Okay. Can I wear my All Stars today?"

"Yes, but tomorrow you need to wear your cheap sneakers. The high tops are expensive. They have to last."