The odors of the desert drifted into the open window, through the screen. Creosote bush and salt cedar. Along with the ever present smell of hot concrete. It hadn't really cooled off that much over night.

Sidney woke up. Again his cock was hard. He had to pee. He climbed out of bed, careful not to wake up Faith, and went into the bathroom. It was right there through a door. It opened into this bedroom he shared with Faith. He noticed she was sleeping soundly with her sheets tossed aside.

He went to the toilet and tried to point his hard cock into the water. It was still hard so it sprayed up and onto the toilet tank. He got it to empty into the toilet water, finally, as it softened.

One more time he wiped up the pee that he had gotten on the toilet. He had this problem often now. He wondered why it was always getting hard. But he was afraid to ask Debby or Fred. They were his foster parents, the Claggetts. He'd lived with them for about three years now, along with Faith, another foster child like him.

He was actually ashamed to ask. From what he heard at church he thought maybe it was because he was being dirty and sinful.

He was embarrassed because Debby had to clean the bathroom. She would notice the wetness and he would be caught, maybe. It didn’t really hurt to have his cock hard. It felt good, really. But that seemed bad. He had heard from the pastor at church that getting hard was nasty. If you liked it then it was even worse. A sin. Something you hid because it wasn't nice.

It was still dark outside. He could tell, looking out the window. He could go back to sleep. But he was awake now, and he could tell, from the birds singing, that it was getting close to time to get up for school. He sat on his bed, touching his cock. 

He was looking at Faith. She wasn't awake yet. She was lying on her back, and her tight shirt was covering her top, while her panties covered her bottom. He could see the taut cones of her tits poking up into her shirt. They had begun to interest him.

His foster mother had slightly larger ones. Debby often wore a bra when she went out shopping, but at home, because of the desert heat, she might leave it off. Sometimes he could see her sweating under her blouse, and he watched her breasts bounce. If she wore a sleeveless shirt, or sundress, he might see some skin under her arms as she lifted them up to work around the house.

For some reason he really liked seeing the flesh of breasts. It made him feel good. And often his cock would start to get hard, and he would have to hide it. He knew he should be ashamed, but he wasn’t really. He liked seeing that kind of thing.

Sidney was sixteen years old and rather naive. His body was changing. He could tell. He even found tiny hairs growing out of his crotch. He was afraid to ask about that too. That kind of thing was not talked about. Not then, back in the 1960s. In Yuma, Arizona.

As he looked at Faith, who was the same age of sixteen, he was happy they were in the same bedroom. She was still breathing heavily. He remembered what his foster mother had told him a year ago. She had taken him into her bedroom and they sat down on the bed. Then she asked him if he knew where babies came from. She asked if any of his friends had talked about it. He was embarrassed.

One friend had told him at another foster home that a father peed into the mother and that made a baby. He had thought that was crazy and didn’t believe it at all. Now Debby was explaining how a father did put his thing into the mother, but he didn’t pee. Some other stuff came out and that made the baby.

He had to believe Debby. But he still didn’t really understand it. And now he was getting his cock hard almost every morning, and he wondered if he was like other guys, or maybe a freak. But he did like when he got hard. It felt good. He was getting hard now, looking at Faith, with her panties tight on her crotch. He knew she didn’t have a cock. He didn’t know why females were different. But he was glad they were.

When he was younger he had sometimes taken baths together with a foster brother or sister because foster parents were always trying to save water and money. That was some time ago. But he remembered the differences he had seen then. Girls had a little slit with puffy looking sides and they had to pee sitting down. They couldn’t point it like he could.

They lived in a stucco bungalow house. It had only two bedrooms and he and Faith had twin beds. Debby and Fred were in the big bed in the bedroom at the front of the house. The younger folks had always slept in the same room. It wasn’t a problem really. But he was noticing her more now for some reason. He liked Faith, even if he didn’t think about it. And he liked being with her when they slept. And he was really learning to like looking at her now.

Barely to be heard, from the front bedroom, he heard a familiar sound. His foster parents' bed was squeaking. And through the door, closed between the rooms, he heard his Debby's voice. Begging, it seemed, for something harder, harder. He heard it often when Fred was at home from working. He planned to find exactly what they were doing. If he could without getting caught.

As he was sitting here, on his own bed beside Faith's, he reached out and softly touched her thigh. She whimpered a little so he hastily pulled his hand back. Then he reached out again and cautiously rubbed up and down her pussy. That was what some boy had called it once in the locker room at school.

Faith moved her legs a little and he could see some skin right there by the panty crotch. He slipped a finger under the panty and felt the flesh beneath. He felt curly hairs there. Like the ones he was growing, only more. He noticed that his cock was growing again. He liked this. He slowly ran his finger up and down the pussy lips and Faith moaned and opened her legs wider.

“Sidney,” she whispered.

She had her eyes open. He pulled his hand away and waited for her to yell for Debby. They were both whispering now.

"Is it time to get up?"

"No, it's okay. You can sleep. I was getting up, but you don't need to. Debby and Fred are still asleep. You go back to sleep, Faith."

"Okay. I was dreaming. Maybe I'll dream it again. I was feeling happy. I felt good. Okay. I'll sleep some more."

She didn't bother to pull the sheet up. The air from the open window was getting hotter now. She rolled over and he noticed her round butt cheeks were showing outside her panties. He liked looking at them too. He rubbed his prick and that felt good. He was lucky.

His stomach was growling now. He wanted to eat some cereal. Putting on his discarded pajama bottoms he went back through the door to the porch. His bedroom had three doors. One to his foster parents' front bedroom, one to the bathroom, and one to the porch at the rear of the house. It was enclosed with screens. He went out through it and in through the back kitchen door. They didn't bother locking any doors.

He was eating some shredded wheat when Debby came into the kitchen from the front room. Her bedroom opened onto his room and also the front room. The bathroom opened onto his room and the front room, too. There were lots of doors in their bungalow. And they all had keyholes. But the keys had long been lost. No one locked doors.

"Mornin' Sidney. You're up early. Are you alright sweetie? Are you feeling sick?"

She had on a terry cloth robe and she was tying it closed in front. Her legs showed at the bottom and her feet were bare. He knew Debby had pretty legs. All his friends said so and he could tell that himself. She was shaped like Marilyn Monroe. But her hair was brown and wavy. He knew she was pretty. So pretty that she could be a model, he bet.

"I'm okay, Debby. I heard the birds and they woke me up. I was hungry."

"That's fine then. I'll make you some eggs now."

She wasn't wearing anything under the robe, he could tell. Her tits were outlined clearly and they drooped down when she knelt over to get a frying pan from the bottom of the stove. Her bottom was round and firm and he wished he could see up her robe to look at her pussy. He wondered if it looked like Faith's did.

She rose up and glanced over at him, then smiled. He was covering his front because he was hard. He hoped she didn't know. Then she finished cooking him some more breakfast and put it in front of him. He ate quickly now, not wanting to be late.

"Well, finish up, and go wake up Faith. Send her in to eat. Then you both need to be getting ready for school. But don't wake up Fred. He needs to sleep after that long run out to Tucson. He's going out on the train again tonight. So he needs his rest."

"Okay. Can I wear my All Stars today?"

"Yes, but tomorrow you need to wear your cheap sneakers. The high tops are expensive. They have to last."

Sidney had begged for the Converse sneakers and Debby had given in. But he could only wear them once or twice a week.

She came closer and touched his hair. Then she bent down and kissed his forehead. He could smell her. It was a good smell. A smell she often had after those times he heard her and Fred playing. She pressed his face into her breasts. He suddenly felt his cock getting hard again. He wasn't sure why but he quickly left the room to wake up Faith and start getting dressed. They both needed to use the bathroom to brush their teeth and comb their hair.

They walked up the hill to the school. It was high above the main street, at the north end of town. Sidney and Faith lived in their house right below the school and it didn't take long to walk there. But it was uphill in the morning. That was fine, really. It meant they were going downhill at the end of the day.

Today was a good day. Sidney met a new guy in his home room class. Mrs. Chalmers introduced him. She said they would get along. She liked Sidney. He wasn't the teacher's pet but he knew she liked him.

The new boy was a red head. His name was Ross O'Reilly. He liked to laugh and was now sitting right next to Sidney. Whenever Sidney saw Ross he was laughing at something. During lunch they ate their bag lunches out on a bench and both got to know each other. Ross had two sisters, both older than him. He knew a lot about girls, from what he saw and heard from the two of them. This was going to be interesting for Sidney.

Ross lived on the west side of town. Lots of Mexican families lived there. It was close to the Colorado River. When they left school that day Ross and Sidney walked down the hill, with Faith coming up behind with some other junior girls. At the bottom of the hill the Claggett house were right on the main street, just across the road. Ross went on home by himself, waving bye to his new friend.

That evening, after supper, Sidney went out to the side of the house. There was a large salt cedar there. He would sometimes climb up into its branches for the fun of it. It was starting to get dark and it would do so quickly out here in the desert. Sidney was high in the tree when a light went on in the second floor of the neighbor's house next to the tree.

He was not sure why but he got extra quiet now. Sidney was always the explorer type and liked to discover things. That was his mind, and tonight he was curious to see what he could see. While he was alone and unknown in this old salt cedar.

Soon he saw Beth moving around her room. She was a senior in high school. He liked her. Beth wore white glasses with rhinestones on them. Her hair was blonde and she wore it up with lots of hair spray. Right now she was just going around the room, setting things down, or putting stuff away.

Then she began to take off her clothes. This was good, very good. Sidney clutched the branches tighter and leaned closer to get a better look. With her blouse off and her skirt dropped she was wearing only a bra and panties. Both were white. Then Beth went to her vanity and sat down. She reached around, unhooked the bra, and dropped it onto the floor.

Her tits were like apples. Her nipples were red and she started touching them, watching herself in the full vanity mirror. Sidney could see that they were getting hard. This was interesting. He hadn't known they could do that. Not really. He sometimes wondered why Debby's tits poked out a little more sometimes. He wondered if Debby's looked like Beth's. He liked the way they looked.

He was getting hard again. He touched himself and it felt good. But just then Beth stood up and went over to her closet out of sight. He waited but she didn't come back. She was probably looking at her clothes, trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. Debby did the same thing when she was getting ready to go out.

Sidney slowly got down from the salt cedar and went back to his bungalow. Debby would worry if he was out too long after darkness fell. He walked over the sandy yard to the porch and went through the front door.

He walked into the living room as his foster father was getting ready to go down to the railway terminal. Fred Claggett had a run to Tucson to catch. He was a fireman. He would be gone for days. Then he would appear at home. Debby knew his schedule but the young people seldom remembered it.

They all said goodbye and then Debby went with Fred so she could bring the car back to the house. The train station was really only about five blocks away but Fred had gear to take with him. It was too far to walk. Debby would be home shortly. Sidney just hung out with Faith in the living room.

Sidney didn't know it but his foster parents almost had a kid of their own. Debby and Fred had to get married because a baby had come along. It had been a real surprise. Back in Arkansas it was not unusual for young people to have to get married when someone got pregnant. And they were often forced into it by family. Anyway, this marriage seemed to be working, even though Debby had lost the baby.

When Debby got home she was hot and a little irritable. She would get that way when Fred left. So she told the two of them to watch TV while she took a cool shower. She liked to shower off the sweat from the desert heat. It was cooling down a little now but she felt sticky. That's what she said.

Faith was watching a silly show on one of the three channels they got. Sidney went around, through the kitchen, and onto the back porch, being extra quiet. Sidney was something of a voyeur, you might say. First Beth, earlier, and now his foster mother. The bathroom had a window opening onto the back porch. These things were all for ventilation. Attempts to build a house that would stay cool in the desert heat.

So Sidney got the old apple crate from the corner and placed it under the window. He got up, carefully, and peeked over the edge. Debby was already naked. It was wonderful to see. Her long brown hair was tied up. She didn't want to wash it tonight, he guessed. He could see her tits. They were beautiful. Bigger than Beth's, and the nipples were cherry red.

The prize was lower, between her legs. She was turning around, looking in a mirror on the wall, and Sidney saw her pussy, covered with a triangle of curly hair. Every once in a while Debby would touch it with her delicate hand and caress something at the top. Then she would sigh and softly squeeze a breast. She looked happy now.

So was Sidney until she at last walked over to the shower stall and entered it with the water running. He was disappointed, but not for long. He got down from the crate, put it where it belonged, and entered his bedroom from the porch. He tiptoed over to the door to the bathroom.

The keyholes were big. And they had never been blocked, even...