Chapter 3

Carolyn waved as the Buick rolled down the driveway, turned into the road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an irrepressible yawn the sultry blonde turned to go back into the house. Her soft negligee hid very little of her curvaceous figure as she moved lazily through the living room. The remnants of the breakfast that her husband had fixed for himself remained in the kitchen, but Carolyn didn't feel she could face straightening up. It was much too early. All she really wanted to do was to go back to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. Besides that afternoon the first of a series of interviews with prospective maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new Mrs. Larsen thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom.

It was a beautifully decorated room. Carolyn had requested that Don have the whole room done by an interior decorator from Saks, and she could be sure that everything was in the best possible taste. The matching lamps, the landscape over the bed, the soft chiffon curtains. All were just perfect, Carolyn thought once more as she sank into the soft mattress and pulled the silk sheets over her equally soft-skinned nakedness. She hated wearing anything at all to sleep after having read that most movie stars slept without the benefit of nightgowns or pajamas. Gone were the dormitory days when all the girls wore shorty nightshirts. Carolyn was a married woman now, a woman who would never have to worry again about anything.

The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute peace and luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled nakedly beneath the covers, feeling sleep returning to her with its soft hazy touch. Contrary to her mother's opinion, Carolyn had made it. She could truly say that she had succeeded. It was still fun to recall her mother's words, and they came to her now as she prepared for her first dream. "You'll never amount to anything Carolyn Peters! You're much too selfish! Lord knows you didn't get it from my side of the family!"

"Ha!" Carolyn mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive up in the new car Don is getting me next week!"

The two week honeymoon in Acapulco had been the most sumptuous experience of her young life, sunning by the private pool of the hotel, swimming after dark in the scented heated water, drinking exotic drinks out of pineapple and coconut shells; not to mention that brief, disturbing affair with Jack. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, and now the young bride had been in her new home for a week; during which time she had already made many changes.

As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two other members of the household were discussing some of these very changes.

"Cripes!" said Tim, "Who does she think she is anyway, Princess Anne?"

They were sitting in the living room onto which all the bedrooms gave, the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the empty guest room. As they watched their stepmother's door carefully they continued speaking to each other in the annoyed tones they had come to use when talking about their father's new wife.

"Princess Anne's a pretty neat chick," said Bennie. "She rides horses at least, old Carolyn wouldn't know which side was which if she saw one!"

Tim doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and then stopped abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone wrong, do you?"

"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things like that!"

"But Freddy could have crawled out before she got back in!" Tim said, a worried expression creasing his boyish features.

"Have you ever known Freddy to hurry out of a nice warm bed? Warmed by none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"

"You're right!" Tim admitted. "Nothing could have possibly gone wrong!"

Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before the boys were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek coming from their stepmother's room.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT? OH HELP, HELP!"

On cue, Tim and Bennie jumped up from the sofa and dashed into their new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find her stark naked, frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow. When she saw the boys the young blonde tried to cover herself with a sheet, for the boys were standing in absolute awe of the magnificence of her bouncing quivering breasts, as well as the other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.

"YOU... YOU... !" she sputtered. "YOU DID THIS. I... I'LL TELL YOUR FATHER! DON'T THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Freddy. Tim rushed forward to rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and together the two boys backed out of the room, followed by the new Mrs. Larsen's shrieks of rage.

Once safely out of the room Tim called back in. "It's not our fault if Freddy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything, Carolyn!"

There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom as the boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much impressed with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in their stepmother.

"At least it got her out of bed!" Bennie said, as Tim released Freddy into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got those silk sheets?" Bennie asked. "Yeah, but did you see her tits?" Tim replied.

"Yeah..." Bennie said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"

It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when they'd spied on their father and Carolyn the day before the wedding. That same unsettling tingling feeling all over which nevertheless centered itself in the area of the twins' young loins. By mutual agreement, both boys headed for the wooded area behind the garden, and there they plunged into the thick undergrowth until they found the special place they'd cleared out for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find them, and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely hidden. Tim fished in his pocket and brought out a small book. "Look what I got!" he said holding it up for Bennie to see. "Found it in her night table drawer this morning when I put Freddy in the bed... way back behind her birth-control pills and underneath some creepy love magazine!"

"Whew!" Bennie whistled appreciatively, for obviously the little book was important, very important indeed. The cover itself was interesting enough, for it portrayed a naked man and woman in a torrid embrace and behind them an unmade bed, seemingly waiting for them to fall into it. Excitedly the boys sat down on the soft pine-covered ground and turned the first pages of the book.

"Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around Anderson's hard pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension in the unknown woman's fingers as she began to slide them slowly up and down the heated length of his desire-hardened penis.

"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he said, gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.

"CRIPES!" Bennie exclaimed, and taking the lead from his brother he hurriedly released his already stiff young cock from his shorts, exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.

"SHIT!" said Tim, "Carolyn reads this stuff! She must be some kind of nympho or something!"

"She's something, all right!"

The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two brothers continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel they'd discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not difficult to imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part of Sally in the novel, and doing so added considerably to the not quite solitary pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the aching shafts of their inexperienced young cocks. The morning passed pleasurably for the twins and by the time they were ready to leave their secret place they had devised yet another way to torment their father's new bride.

This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable than the last.

At long last, Carolyn felt less jittery than she had all day long. It was nearing four p.m. and soon Don would be home and she wouldn't be alone in the house. It got rather boring just being there without any real company and the presence of the twins only made her a nervous wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was not the first thing they'd done to her, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The golden-haired blonde was smart enough to know however that the boys would be able to convince their father that once more it was just an unfortunate accident.

As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the filling tub, Carolyn reminded herself that she had only the summer to contend with as far as the children were concerned, and then she'd make sure they'd be going off to school. The very thought was comforting, and Carolyn sighed as she listened to the soothing sound of the water which created foaming mountains of bubbles. In a few moments she would sink luxuriously into them and think about all the reasons she had for being happy.

She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for Don when he returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little lovemaking before dinner either! In fact, Carolyn decided as the foam rose over her nakedly gleaming body and the warm water caressed her secret feminine parts, that was exactly what she needed. Something kinky and exciting, she mused lazily, as the young bride ran the soft sponge over her silken surfaces. Soft tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her neck and the bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, away from the water. A smile played about her lips as Carolyn thought about lovemaking. Don was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking about Johnny though made Carolyn want to put her fingers down to the moist split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that boy could do to drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the tiny crevices of the beautiful blonde's hair-fringed pussy, making her shiver with delight as her finger plied within the temptingly spread folds.

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, slipping down just a little more so that her long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath the water in the large sunken tub. She began to think of all sorts of erotic things, images from the books of which she was so fond formed in her mind as her finger moved rapidly and persistently between the heated folds of her tender open-mouthed cunt. She remembered the time her mother's roomer had invited her into his room, how old had she been 12--13 maybe? And she had gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of it. Every detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's memory as her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the water.

The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous place to the much younger Carolyn; and now, her nakedly quivering body almost covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to still be able to feel the roomer's hands all over her in the darkness, slipping under her dress and sliding down inside her panties, touching the precious tight softness of her young virgin pussy, while the large swollen mass of his excited cock pressed urgently against her belly.