Looking at her mother, Heather thought how youthful the woman looked. At thirty-seven, her beautiful dark-haired mom had a figure of a teen-ager, and the same vitality.

"What are you kids doing this evening?" Lance Armstrong asked.

"I'm just going up to the house and sack out," grinned Tom.

"Same here," giggled the pretty girl. "I'm pooped."

"Run along then," he smiled. "Well be home in a couple of hours."

Walking up the trail with her brother, Heather suddenly stopped. "Tom," she asked. "Are you really that tired?"

"Heck, no," he grinned. "Are you?"

"Shit no," she giggled. "I wanta fuck."

"Me, too," beamed Tom, taking his sister's hand.

Tom had been fucking his sister since she was twelve years old, and they did it at every opportunity. Both of them clearly remembered that first time when Tom had just turned fifteen. When the marina closed down in the fall, the Armstrongs always returned to their home in the city where they attended school. Tom the Dork, as his friends called him because of his huge cock, was showering in the gym with two of his teammates. While the boys were toweling themselves dry, his friend Red McBride was telling them how he'd fucked his older sister the night before. Tom and the other boy were fascinated by the tale because neither of them had even seen a girl's pussy, let alone screwed one.

"How did it happen?" asked the other boy, Don.

"The folks were out for the evening and when I came downstairs for a drink of water, I saw her boy friend fucking the shit out of her on the sofa," he explained.

"How old is your sister?" asked Tom.

"Twenty."

"What did you do?"

"I started laughing," he grinned.

"Then what?"

"He pulled his pants up and ran out of the house," chuckled Red.

"Shit," grinned Tom. "I'll bet your sister was mad."

"Christ, was she," laughed the boy. "She swore and called me every fuckin' name in the world."