"Goodnight, darlings… see you in the morning!"

"Goodnight Mother!" Rick and MaryAnn echoed. "Night, Don!"

Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by their mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other nervously.

Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they both had the precocity of extra bright children that comes from being largely on their own. Growing up with no father, they had learned quickly how to get along by themselves when their young and pretty mother was at work. But now, things were going to be quite different, and they knew it… and judging from the way it was starting out, neither one of them thought they were going to like it much.

MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite body drop heavily into the big easy chair. Her brother sat on the sofa opposite her, depression making him frown slightly as he watched the flickering screen.

When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw her arms around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close to his as she possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her breasts dig sensuously into his chest. She had stopped wearing a bra altogether during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose of inflaming her new husband. And she'd found that it always worked. As his hands moved swiftly up from her waist she heard the expected gasp that came from his lips as he slid up under her blouse and found her bare golden tanned breasts, just waiting for his touch.

"Oh, baby…" he murmured.

He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were sitting right out in the living room of the small California house… but now, he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all his attention on Laura.