Chapter 2

Mavis was troubled, and she needed to be alone.

All around her, Nature was in its glory. She had strolled deep into the woods after leaving the Jordans' cabin, and it seemed like another world out here. Pure and clean and fresh, with the songs of birds and crickets filling the afternoon and the scent of the clean air and the pine trees causing her senses to tingle pleasantly.

She sank down onto a fallen log with a sigh and looked for a long while into space, seeing nothing. But it wasn't another world. It was the same world. The same world here in the woods as back there at Sunny Acres, behind the cabin of those young newlyweds.

It was the same world... and it was a confusing one.

Confusing, certainly, to a young mother who had done her best to raise her two children by setting a good example. She had been divorced from her husband for six years now, and during that time, sure, she had had an occasional one-night stand. She was, after all, in the supposed prime of her sexual life, wasn't she? But it had always been very, very discreet. After all, she didn't want her children growing up thinking their mother was some kind of cheap tramp. She had never tried to prevent their sexual education, for she was a very aware, modern woman, but at the same time... well, there were just certain standards of good moral behavior that a mother of two felt obligated to observe and to live by.

And the thing was, it had never been difficult for Mavis Richards to live by those standards. She and the kids lived in a modest, middle-income neighborhood in Milwaukee, and all of their neighbors were respectable, middle-aged married couples, generally with two or three kids apiece. The times that Mavis had gotten herself laid had been on those occasions when she'd ventured out, usually with one or two girlfriends from the office where she worked, to the "swinging singles" bars that dotted the outlying districts of the city.

Generally, though, her sex life had been restricted to the fingers of her right hand, in the dark privacy of her own bedroom after the kids were in bed for the night. There was virtually no temptation to stray from the straight-and-narrow in the community in which the Richards family resided.

At least, that had been the case in Milwaukee.

Sunny Acres, it was now becoming obvious, was going to be another case entirely...

The offer had sounded too good to be true when Mavis had first heard it. One of her neighbors two doors down from the house where they lived had approached her with it. It seemed that he owned a small summer resort in Wisconsin's northern Door County. It was a modest place, this resort, with eight small cabins that were rented out by the week. All that was required was seeing that the tenants from the week past were out by ten a.m. each Saturday. Then all eight units had to be given a swift yet thorough cleaning. This had to be done by two, for that was when the next week's guests would be arriving. In between, all that was required was mowing the lawn and any general maintenance that might come up.

It seemed that his sister-in-law, who was a widow, generally oversaw the operation, but this year the sister-in-law had saved up enough money to go on a trip to Europe, and the neighbor needed someone to help him out, for which he was willing to pay a nice salary.

Mavis had thought about it for over a week before accepting. It would mean quitting her job at the accounting office where she worked, but the job had gotten to be a drag anyway. It was definitely time for a change, and what better change than to spend four months in the lush, northern woods of Wisconsin, just taking it easy with the kids? She had managed to save some money. They could live on what they made managing the place for the summer, and the nest egg would see her through the time it would take to line up a new job upon their return to Milwaukee in the fall.

Yes, all in all it had seemed like a very satisfying way to spend a summer. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city; away from the people, the noise, the confusion...

But no, it was obviously not going to be an escape from confusion.

For something had been awakened in Mavis Richards back there behind cabin Number Seven that confused her terribly. Something from deep down within her--something that she had not even known she contained--had risen suddenly, shockingly, to tilt her world completely on edge.

The something had been lust... pure, wanton, animal desire that, right there in broad daylight, had burst forth to consume her entire being... to bring her to the point where she had actually had to... had to...

Mavis shivered in shame at the very thought of what had happened back there. My God, how could she have been so taken away from her senses to... to actually... to actually masturbate right there, out in the open, while she watched another couple make love?

It had been a terrible, terrible thing to do.

But she had loved it!

It had been like nothing the young mother had ever experienced before. The moans of those two people had just done something to her, she didn't know what. Their moans, and the sight of their trashing, hot, eager bodies, and the beautiful sensations that had raced through her as her own fingers had diddled her off while she watched.

Even now, in her guilt and confusion, just thinking about what had happened back there brought a stirring warmth to the inner walls of Mavis' tight, hot pussy; brought a tingling hardness to the tips of her full, well-shaped boobs. Made her wish, if only for an instant, that she had a man around. A man with a big, strong cock like Mike Jordan's. A man who could take that cock and... and...

Mavis broke from her daydream with a startled jar. She suddenly realized that one of her hands was cupping an aching breast, and that the other had slid almost all the way down to the crotch of her slacks--the crotch that was still slightly caked from the juices that had flowed from her cunt only thirty minutes earlier.

She stood up quickly, more confused than ever, and began walking briskly back in the direction of the resort.

What is happening to me? she wondered. What is happening to me?

Young Billy Richards lay in bed stroking his erect, healthy young cock, his mind alive with visions of his mother masturbating outside the Jordans' cabin window.

Like most boys, Billy jerked off a lot. In fact, Billy would often beat his meat once or twice a day. And again, like most boys, he used all sorts of ways to get his cock hard, and to reach that lovely, bursting moment of self-induced orgasm.

Sometimes he used pictures--he especially liked the ones that showed two or more chicks sucking each other off--and sometimes he used books, and sometimes he just let his mind play, whipping his root while he fantasized about fucking the shit out of some fox he knew at school, or had seen on the street, or in a movie. Sometimes he even got himself off thinking about his sister, Debby, although there hadn't been much need to do that lately.

At least, there hadn't been much need to fantasize.

Because about six months earlier, the relationship between Billy and Debby had taken a new turn. It had all started one cold wintry evening when Billy had walked into her bedroom without knocking...

Thirteen-year-old Debby Richards was just in the first stages of blooming womanhood. She had a little ways to go before her titties would reach the full firmness of her mother's, but her teenager's ass was already well-rounded and fine and it was more than obvious that, before long, she was going to be one gorgeous piece of woman.

She wasn't gorgeous yet; cute was more the word that seemed to best describe her, with her mother's facial features and her long, brown hair. But it was a sexy cute. The kind of cute that made middle-aged men turn and watch as she walked briskly by on her way to school; looks aimed at that twitching ass under a short skirt, or the perky bounce of those lovely, still-blossoming boobs. Many a man's mouth had watered--and no doubt many a man's and many a boy's dick had gotten hard--at the sight of little Debby Richards, because little Debby was a fox. A stone fox.

A stone fox who, though she had lost her cherry in the back of a station wagon at a drive-in movie one night, and though she still, on very rare occasions, went "all the way" with high school dates that she particularly liked, retained a virginal innocence that had, for a long while, kept most people, including her mom and brother, totally fooled.

But all of that, at least as far as Billy was concerned, changed on that fateful night when, forgetting to knock, he stepped into her bedroom to ask to borrow a pencil for some homework he was doing.

Mavis had been out with some friends that night and the house was quiet, but it was still early and Billy had no reason to suspect that his sister would be asleep yet. Without a father, and with their mom gone working most of the time, the two children had grown quite close, closer than most kids, in fact, and they were almost as much friends as brother and sister. And so it was without a second thought that, with a cheerful smile on his lips, Billy opened the door to Debby's bedroom and began speaking before he was even all the way in.

"Hey, Sis," he started. "The lead in my pencil just broke and I was wondering if--"

And that was as far as he got. The smile disappeared from his face and the sight that met his eyes temporarily froze him in his tracks.

And what a sight it was!

Little Debby--virginal, thirteen-year-old Debby--lay stretched out across her bed, masturbating... and loving every second of it! The scent of her aroused, horny young cunt filled the room.

She was wearing a babydoll nightie of filmy, lacy cotton that stopped just above the panties. Only she wasn't wearing the panties now. They were in a tangled ball on the floor alongside the bed. With one hand she was reaching under the top of the nightie, playing with her nipples, and with her other hand she was wiggling her middle finger in and out of her dripping twat. Even from where Billy stood he could see that the fingers of her jerk- off hand were wet and slick with cum.

An open paperback book, a porno novel, lay on the bed beside her, but she wasn't paying attention to that now. She had passed that stage; she'd obviously been going at it for quite a while. Her eyes were clamped shut, her breath was coming in gasping, little-girl moans, and her hips were rotating and rising and falling in time to the finger diddling away at her clit.

"Ohhhhhh..." she was moaning. "Mmmmmmmmm... that's sooooo nice... mmmmmmmm..."

Billy couldn't believe his eyes. It had just never occurred to him that young girls jacked off too.

"D-Debby--" he blurted, his hand still holding onto the doorknob.

Her eyes jarred open. Her hand stopped diddling.

"Billy!" she gasped. "Ohh--"

They remained there like that for another moment, both of them trying to get a grasp on the situation, both of their minds reeling.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Billy asked dumbly.

She couldn't answer right away. "I-I--" she began, and then she gave a whimper. "Oh, my god--"

Billy closed the door and leaned back against it, and a little smile played at his lips. He was over the shock of discovering Debby, and his mind was quick to grasp what a painful experience this could be for her if he didn't handle it just right.

He stepped forward, still smiling. "It's okay, Sis," he said softly. "I-I understand what you were doing."

"Oh, Billy--"

He sat down on the bed next to her and touched her in a brotherly fashion on the shoulder.

"Heck," he added with a chuckle. "I do the same thing myself, all the time."

Debby had taken her hands from her pussy and boobs and had propped herself up on an arm to look at him. She was recovering from the shock of being discovered.

"R-really?" she asked falteringly.

"Sure," Billy said. "Gee, Sis, it's... it's something everybody does, only... only they just don't talk about it, know what I mean?"

"And... and you do it too?"

"I said everybody, didn't I?" He reached over and looked at the book. "And what's this my little Sis is reading? SWAPPING WITH MOTHER, eh?"

His grin grew wider as he read the title. "You wouldn't have the hots for our mother, would you?"

"Oh, Billy, no," she blushed. "Don't tease me. It was... it was just given to me by one of the girls in my gym class at school. I... I just started reading it and... I just... I just had to do something..."

Billy paged through the book. It did indeed seem to be an especially "hot" piece of porno writing. On nearly every page, it seemed, there were descriptions of hot thrusting cocks and wet horny pussy and swirling tongues and sweating, moaning bodies.

All of a sudden, Billy realized that Debby was giggling.

"Huh, what's that?" he said, looking up from the pages of the book.

"There," Debby said. "You see, you've got no right to tease me about that book. Look what happened to you when you started reading it!"

Billy looked in the direction of Debby's gaze, and he felt like blushing himself. Underneath the crotch of his tight jeans was the clear impression of a hard-on. But not a full-fledged hard-on just yet. It was just coming to life as he looked. It had been caused by one of the scenes he had glanced at in the book, and it was throbbing, growing, even as they watched it.

"I-I guess that proves my point," Billy said after some initial embarrassment. "See, the book turns me on too. Nothing wrong with that."

"I-I guess not," replied Debby.

"Heck, Sis, that's what happens to me all the time when I read these things. There's nothing wrong with it at all. Uhh, you, uh, wouldn't mind if I borrowed this book for a while, would you? To take back to my room..."

Their eyes connected and now it was Debby's turn to shoot him a slight grin.

"And what is my big brother going to do with the book when he gets alone?" she asked.

"Why... just what you were doing, of course," he said with a laugh.

The atmosphere of the room was completely relaxed now. Debby felt that she was one lucky girl to have a brother as together as Billy. He always seemed to know how to handle situations.

"All right, Billy," she said softly. "I'll give you the book... in the morning." She smiled. "After I've had my jollies with it."

"Fair enough, Sis," he said, standing, feeling that the conversation was over. "And... I'm sorry I barged in on you like that. I'll be a little more thoughtful in the future, I promise you."

"Thanks, Billy. I love you."