It was a sunny, Monday afternoon in the middle of May in 1978. Paul and Susan Ward, a pair of eighteen-year-old twins, were in the last month of their senior year in high school. The twins had an older brother and sister who were both away at college. John was a senior at Holy Trinity University in Chicago and their sister Becky was a sophomore at St. Elizabeth University in Fairchild, Indiana. At the end of the week their bother was due to graduate from college and then the following week their sister would start her summer vacation. Although they enjoyed having their sister and brother at home, they enjoyed the fact that while the elder Ward children were away at college, they each had their own room. During the summer they each had to share a room with a sibling.
Paul was a good-looking eighteen-year-old who was very bright. He was five-foot-eleven and weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He was considered very attractive by the girls in school and had recently started to date Karen Whitley, exclusively. He was very curious about sex; but his experience was very limited. He had played with the bare breasts of a few girls and had been permitted to rub the crotch of one girl that he dated. At one petting session, his own crotch had been rubbed enough that he had ejaculated in his pants. No girl had ever viewed his hard, thick member. He had come to masturbating at night after his dates had aroused him.
Susan was a black-haired girl that was five-feet-seven inches tall and weighed one hundred and ten pounds. Her pert, well-formed breasts adequately filled her size 34B bra. She had always attracted the attention of the boys at school. In addition to her good looks, Susan was a very pleasant and intelligent girl. Early this school year, she had started to date Bill Manley. She, like her brother, had a strong interest in sex. Her experiences had been quite limited, though. When she had a fondness for one of her dates, she would allow him to play with her breasts and had even had them out of her bra and in the guy's hands on one occasion. One guy that she had dated had gotten his hand in her pants and had rubbed for a short time until she could get his hand removed. She had not been ready to progress that far with that particular date and did not go out with him again. Bill had moved fairly slow at exploring her body and had not gotten his hand under her blouse yet. Although she had a deep fondness for Bill and even thought that she might love him, she was slightly put off that he was not progressing faster.
The twins had come home from school that afternoon and they each retired to their own rooms to work on the term papers that were due in one week. A week after that they would have final examinations and then they would graduate from high school. They both continued to work on their papers until their mother called them for supper. They went to the kitchen and sat at the table and waited for their mother to finish putting the food on the table. Their dad entered the room and sat at the head of the table. He fixed his plate and then passed the food to the others who were sitting at the table. When everyone had filled their plates with food, they all began to eat. About halfway through the meal, their mother announced, "John called this afternoon and he has received a job offer in Indianapolis. It's an entry-level management job for a manufacturing company. He said that he has accepted the job. He visited down there this past weekend to try to find a place to live. He starts work a week after graduation, so he only plans on spending a couple of days at home before he moves to Indianapolis, if comes home at all."
Paul said, "That's great, Mom. I hope that it's something that he will enjoy."
Mr. Ward said, "For my money, he's pretty lucky. There are a lot of guys graduating from college this year who are not getting jobs in their major field. When he calls again, if I'm not here, tell him that I am very happy for him and proud of him.
Susan thought to herself, "Wow, Dad must be ecstatic about this. That's the most emotion that I've seen him show in a long, long time. It's been quite a while since I've heard him say that he was happy about anything. I don't ever remember him saying that he was proud of someone." It wasn't that Mr. Ward was always ornery or was unemotional; he just didn't verbalize his emotions very well. The children had learned at an early age to read his facial expressions to learn his emotional state of mind at any given time. This was equally true of his happy emotions and his unhappy emotions. When dinner was done, Paul and Susan helped their mother clear the dishes from the table.
When the table was cleared, Mrs. Ward asked the children, "Do you still have homework to do?"
Paul answered, "I'm still working on my term paper. I think Susan is too."
Their mother answered, "Get those done. I can finish up here in the kitchen.
Preston and Wilhelmina Ward were proud parents. Despite the fact that he did not express these feelings, Preston Ward was very proud of his children. He had encouraged his wife to stay at home to raise the children, in spite of the fact that she also was a college graduate with a teaching certificate. As he moved into the administrative field of education, he became more sure that they had made the right choice. The two children in college were both Dean's List students and the twins were a couple of B's from being straight A students in high school. Wilhelmina had mixed emotions about being a stay-at-home mom. She had such high hopes about the contributions that she could make to education when she graduated from college. She had taken a teaching job when she first graduated from college. Back in the mid-fifties, the administration didn't take kindly to pregnant teachers, so she resigned at mid-year. She did enjoy being at home with her children to help them with their schoolwork. She took great pride in contributing to a class or a paper that earned them a high grade. But, more importantly, she was ecstatic when she helped them learn more about themselves or life.
Paul and Susan went to their respective rooms to continue working on their term papers. Paul was busy typing, what he hoped was the last draft of his paper. Susan was trying to come up with a plausible conclusion for her paper. About ten o'clock, Paul turned off the typewriter and went to the bathroom. As he came out of the bathroom and started back down the hall, his mother called his name. He turned to her and heard her say, "Before you leave for school in the morning, leave me whatever part of your paper that you have finished, so that I can proofread it for you."
Wanting to talk to Susan before she went to bed, he started to her room and said to his mother, "Okay, Mom. I'll leave it on the kitchen table in the morning. Thanks." Talking to his mother had distracted him and he neglected to knock on Susan's door; he just opened it and walked in. As he entered the room, his sister was just starting to pull a T-shirt over her head. Paul got a glimpse of her panty-clad pussy and her pert breasts. Pulling the door closed, Paul said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to knock."
Susan, red-faced, said, "That's all right. I had my panties on and I don't have much else to look at. You probably get to see more than that with Karen all of the time."
Paul answered, "No, I don't get to see them that much. I think that yours are nicer anyway."
That comment made Susan proud. She said, "Well thank you. As tight as you and Karen are, I thought that you and she might actually be getting it on."
"You thought that we were doing it. I am very lucky if I can get my hand into her bra. What about you and Bill? How much are you doing?"
"Ha-ha, he likes to rub my chest, but just when I think that he's going to either unhook or reach under my bra, he backs off. A couple of weeks ago, my hand rubbed up against the front of his pants and you would have thought that I shot him. Do you really think that mine are nicer than hers?"
"Your what?"
"My breasts, dummy. That's what started this conversation in the first place."
"Oh yeah. Yours are pretty nice. Although I didn't get to see that much. Of course, I don't get to see much of Karen's either."
"Do you want to see them again?"
"Yeah, that would be nice. But I really want to see something that I have never seen before."
"What's that?"
"Uh-um-a, well, between your legs. I have never seen that before on anyone -- at least not since we were about six or seven."
"You've never. That kind of surprises me with some of the girls that you have been out with."
