Sally and Bob said nothing. They sat and listened to their mother.

"Do you have something to say, Sally?"

"I think Dad was a fool, Mother," Sally replied.

She had her hands between her crossed thighs, and it looked to Marla as if her daughter was cupping her concealed cunt.

"He had it made, didn't he? I mean, that's what men want, right? You gave him everything, made all his dreams come true, and he walked out on us. See, be was a fool."

Marla watched her daughter's hands, suspecting Sally was creating pressure upon her cunt, perhaps trying to make herself come. She glanced down at her son, who rested his chin on his uplifted knee. He wasn't looking up at her, Marla noticed, but at her knees.

Glancing down, she saw that her knees were about six inches apart. She wondered if her son was seeing under her skirt, between her thighs, perhaps her panties. The idea sent a ripple of excitement through her. She had the urge to swing her knees wide-open, give him a good long look at her panties.

She wondered if her son was like she was, like his sister was showing herself to be. After all, he did watch his sister imitating her with the mirror. The idea sent a shudder through her. Not a shudder of revulsion but one of excitement.

"What do you know about men, what they want?" she asked her daughter. "You've never gone out on a date yet."

"I know what I want," Sally replied, with a soft giggle of lewdness. "And if I want it, I'm sure the guys want it, too."

Marla gazed at her daughter. Sally's green eyes seemed alive with fire.

"And you, Bob?" Marla asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Bob's eyes burned, and without any hesitation, he blurted, "I wanna do it, Mom. I wanna do everything you and Sally do."

Marla trembled, her cunt pulsating with more wildness than ever.

CHAPTER TWO