Yeah." A quick glance around and then Cathy moved in to whisper in Elaine's ear. "One time, okay, two times, I let Carter fuck me in my ass."

"Your brother?"

"Yeah. Now who's the pervert?" The smile on Cathy's face indicated that she didn't think it was perverse at all.

"You win," Elaine said, grinning, and wondering if ass fucking was considered incest.

"Anal isn't intercourse, is it?" Cathy said, answering her unasked question. "If it ain't sex, it ain't incest, right?"

"Sure, probably."

"Well," Cathy said with a grin, "that's what I tell myself, anyway."

"So then oral isn't sex, either, is it?"

"Probably not, but I didn't blow him."

After that encounter, Elaine spent her day considering the meanings of words and deeds. She knew of kids on those abstinence programs who routinely did anal and oral sex because only vaginal sex counted. According to them, sex was only something that could get you pregnant. Everything else was fair game. It was a lie, of course, but they seemed to believe it. She wondered if she could get herself to believe it, too.

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Danny Porter finished his test in record time. Fortunately, he was an A student and could hurry without risking his grade. He knew the subject backwards and forwards. And so it was that he left school by noon and started home, making only one stop along the way.

Parking in front of Fantasy Gifts, he walked in boldly as though he'd been there many times before. If they thought to card him, he wasn't sure if his fake ID would hold up or not, but he didn't really expect to be questioned. He spent about ten minutes studying their selection of dildos and vibrators before settling on an eight inch, pink, waterproof vibrator and took it and an overpriced pack of batteries up to the counter.

"Is that it?" asked the fat, disinterested man at the till.

"That'll do it," he said.

"Thirty-six ninety-eight," the clerk said, frowning when Danny handed him a fifty. Apparently making change was just too much work for him today.

Danny took his purchase out feeling might happy with himself. He didn't want his sister trying to jam that baseball bat inside herself again. And, maybe, if he gave her a gift, she might let him watch her use it.

He didn't bother debating the concept of incest because he had no intention of touching his sister, let alone fucking her. All he wanted was to watch and let her watch. It was a compromise, and not nearly the amount of contact they'd had when they used to play doctor, but it was enough till he could hook up with a new girlfriend. At least, he hoped it was.

He drove home but parked on the street in front of the old Jennings' house. It was empty since the family moved out a month earlier and nobody would care if he parked there for an hour or so. It was time to play spy on the mother who had been so terribly curious about his schedule.

He tucked the bag for his sister under the seat of his car and walked down the street looking at the houses he passed out of the corner of his eyes as he did. Carter, Adams, Mosswell, Peterson. The only one who he knew was home was Jennifer Peterson. He wasn't sure if both of the Burtons worked or not, but he thought they did. When he got to the Trent house he paused. If his mom and Patty Trent were together, did they have to be at his house? No, they didn't, so he should be careful. As usual, the front drapes were wide open.

With a quick glance around, Danny hurried over the Trent lawn to the side of the house and walked toward the front window. Once there, he peeked around the edge trying to show as little of his head as possible. Was she there? Yes! Oh, shit, yes his mom was there with Patty Trent .

Danny dropped down and scurried under the window and away from the Trent house to his own home. Inside, he ran up to his sister's room and snatched the camera off of her dresser and ran with it back to the Trent house. Please let there be enough power in the battery! This was something he was going to want to see again and again.

He got back into position and started recording as soon as possible. Once he knew the camera was aimed correctly, he dropped down and held it in place so there'd be as little visible from inside as possible. He managed to hold it up there for twenty minutes before his arm was too tired to keep it steady. After a quick glance inside the house, he ran back to his car with the camera.

It was too much to be believed.

As she watched Danny run back to his car, Jennifer Peterson wondered if she believed it, too. What had that little scamp been up to over there? Taking pictures through the window? She knew that Emily and Patty were together in there, but the addition of Emily's son brought a whole new dimension to everything. The idea made her quite hot, actually, and she retired to her bedroom to disrobe and take care of her immediate needs. Later, after she told her husband, she would be properly taken care off. Probably twice, once he heard what was going on.

Danny pulled into the driveway shortly after two, figuring that it was long enough. Besides, Mom was next door, wasn't she? He slipped the camera into the black plastic bag along with the vibrator and hurried inside. "Hello? I'm home," he called as he hurried upstairs. There was no reply, so he went to his room to download the video and put the camera back in his sister's room. He placed his gift, still in its black bag, in the center of her bed and walked away smiling. A moment later he was back and put the bag into the top drawer of her desk. There was no sense trusting Mom not to stop by with Elaine's laundry or something.

Emily was alarmed to see Danny's car in the driveway when she came home at two-thirty, but it didn't really matter, did it? She wasn't required to be home waiting when he got there. He was a big boy now.

He wasn't downstairs when she got in, so she poured herself a glass of water and drank it down. It had been quite a day, after all, and she was tired. Maybe she'd take a nap.

Emily climbed the stairs tiredly, thinking of sleep in her own comfy bed, but a strange noise stopped her at the top. Was it a . . . yes, a moan. "Oh, oh, ohhh." The sound came from Danny's room. Was he ill? She almost called out but stopped. No, it didn't really sound like pain, did it? "Oh, mama," she heard him say. It was clear that he didn't know she was home, and, if he was doing what she thought he was doing, she didn't want to bother him just then.

But she did want to see. Okay, it wasn't right or natural, but she was in such an oversexed mood that she couldn't help herself.

Danny's door was closed, of course, but she didn't expect that he'd closed his bathroom door. She entered Elaine's room and crept through into the bathroom where she was able to see her son through the partially opened door.

He was seated at his computer desk without a stitch of clothing.