Chapter 14: Joey

They were sharing an outside table at his favorite lunch spot. Joey wiped his mouth, put down his napkin, and smiled at his sister.

“So, Lisa, it’s your anniversary with Tim next week. Tired of him yet, or you going to go somewhere fun?”

“Not at all, you brat. He’s a good husband. We’re just going to take a few vacation days and stay at his parents’ house.”

“Really? With your in-laws? That reminds me of an old joke by W.C. Fields: ‘First prize was a week in Philadelphia. Second prize was two weeks.’”

“I thought it was Cleveland, not Philadelphia. Anyway, I have a lot of fun when I’m over there with Tim. My mother-in-law is a freak! Also, Tim’s little brother Dan is 16 so he still lives there. He, uh, sleeps there.”

“I don’t, wait, Lisa, what is that look on your face? Are you implying...? You’ve got to be kidding! Incest?”

“Tim and I caught them a couple of months ago, they were all three out in their backyard naked. Dan was balls deep in Ella, and Phil was peeing on her head. I guess my hidden kinky side came out back then. I just squatted over her and let fly. We’ve been joining in with them ever since.

“I hope I haven’t burst your bubble about your quiet little sister.”

“Well, not exactly. Lisa, back when we were teens, I was your big gay brother, which was fine. I mean, you would change your clothes in front of me, and vice versa. The fact is, though, that in my twenties I’m better described as bisexual.

“So, I have to confess that over the years, I have been jerking off thinking of your body. Now, imagining you taking two or three cocks at once, well, I’m getting hard.”

“You are putting me on, Joey.”

“See for yourself.”

Lisa put her hand on his zipper and pulled it back, giggling.

“Ooh, now I’m thinking of YOUR body. Part of it, anyway. The pissing doesn’t bother you?”

“No. Let me tell you about the Fountain Club. Two of my friends are bisexual men, and there’s a male/female married couple. The five of us are the club members, and once a month we get together for a party. First, we hose her down, and then the gang bang and the double penetrations begin.”

“Holy fuck! Are you free Sunday night? I need to talk to Ella.”

On Sunday evening, Phil answered the front door.

“You’re Joey? Welcome, c’mon in. Perfect timing, Lisa’s already here, and Ella is about to serve dinner. We have a pitcher of iced tea, or would you like something stronger?”

“Iced tea is fine, Dan.”

“Oh, you don’t need to butter me up. It’s perfectly obvious I’m not 16 years old. Come to the table and join us.”

After dinner, Joey patted his stomach.

“That was delicious, Ella, thank you. Where is your bathroom?”

“I was under the impression from my daughter-in-law that you had alternatives in mind. If so, it’s a warm night, and you should join us in the backyard—it’s our private playground, you know.”

In a pretentious accent, “Don’t mind if I do.”