Debbie felt a hot squirt of pussy juice squishing into her panties as he held her in his strong arms. His nearness had literally set her body on fire.

"Oh, Dean," she excitedly gasped, giving him a big wet kiss on the mouth. "I've got so many things to tell you."

With the three of them shouting in the crowd, it wasn't until they were outside the terminal building that they were able to carry on a sensible conversation. Chattering away, they made their way through the crowd to the baggage area. After retrieving Dean's suitcases, they hurried out to the parking lot where Bernie had left the car.

"Shall we have a bite of lunch?" asked their father.

"Gee," Debbie giggled; "I'm almost too excited to eat."

"Dad's right," laughed Dean, holding the car door open for his sister.

Debbie stared at her brother all through lunch, feeling certain that he was the most handsome young man in the whole world. Unable to take her eyes off the youth, she hoped he'd be happy to learn she was no longer a virgin.

It was mid-afternoon when Bernie got them back to the house, and after seeing that his son was settled, he excused himself for an early date with Angie.

When their father had gone, Debbie and Dean sat down on a sofa in the living room.

"How do you like school by now?" she asked.

"Hell," he grinned. "It's more like a prison than a school."

"How's your love life?"

"God," Dean sighed. "We never even get to see a girl in that damned place. The nearest girls school is fifty miles away."

"D'ya get horny?" giggled Debbie. "Shit, yes," was his frank reply. "Did you miss my blow-jobs?" she whispered with a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

"I thought about them all the time," he grinned. "You really knew how to suck me off."

"That's because I love your sweet prick," Debbie smiled, tenderly squeezing his hand.