Phyllis Baxter

An incestuous party

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, Larry," giggled Ann Dolan as her new husband slipped his hand up the back of her loose dress. "David might be watching. Besides, the movers are still coming in and out of the house. You wouldn't want to give them a private show, would you?"

Larry appeared not to hear her, although he did remove his hand from her buttocks. Turning her around, he brushed a kiss on her full, luscious lips as he held her curvaceous body tightly against his. The two movers, bringing their new couch into the living room, stood and watched the pair of newlyweds.

"Ahem," said one of them. "Where would you like this thing?"

Ann looked up from her husband and pushed him away slightly. "Just put it in the room here out of the way," she said in a cheery voice. "We don't quite know where we want everything. Is that the last of it?"

"Right, lady," said the other mover, handing her a pad to sign. Larry took it from him, signed for the furniture and handed the pad back to him.

"Well, you two have fun in your new home," said the first mover. "And let me be the first to welcome you to Courtland, New York."

"Thank you," answered Ann. "I'm sure we'll be happy here."

Larry's romantic mood was broken with the interruption of the movers. He sat down on the couch and looked at his wife's luscious body. Even when she dressed in her house working clothes, she looked fantastic. The loose dress she was wearing hardly hid her full, voluptuously curved breasts, and the cloth fit tightly around her narrow, tapered waist. The sunbathing she had done during the summer still left its mark, and her legs were evenly tanned, just the way they had been when she had gone sunbathing in the nude with him during their honeymoon. Even then she had been a little distant and removed from him. She said it was because she was worried about David, her fourteen year old son, but Larry knew that she was not sure she would be able to be the kind of wife he wanted. It was the memory of her first husband that ripped through her mind. Her first marriage had left some pretty deep scars, and she had her doubts that she would be able to go through with a second marriage. Now, though, she was bubbly and buoyant. Taking her away from all those unhappy memories in Oakland and bringing her to the East was a stroke of brilliance, and he was glad he had been able to talk her into it.

"Happy?" he said as she turned on her toes, looking at the bare walls in the living room.

"I've never been happier," she answered, and she meant it. Meeting Larry had opened up a whole new life for her, and she wanted to make sure that everything worked out well for them. The only ink blot on her life right now was her son, David. He had worshipped his real father, and had made it clear that he would never accept Larry as his father now. Well, thought Ann, that's something he'll grow out of, at least he'd better.