8 comments/ 118584 views/ 23 favorites Closed Doors Ep. 01 By: zooeyaudrey ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode One "Pomp" ------------------------------------------- Hayley had been looking forward to June for months now, even years. Not only was she graduating from high school, but it turned out that the day before graduation (today) was her eighteenth birthday. As she sat at her desk, trying to will the clock on the wall ahead three minutes, she relished the idea that the completed final in front of her constituted the very final academic act of her high school career. Although she would miss a lot of her friends and some other aspects of her high school years, she excitedly looked forward to the newfound freedoms that a legal adulthood and college life would bring. When the bell rang at 3:00, Hayley joined her classmates in an excited cheer and had no reservations about following the teachers instructions to just leave her textbooks behind on the desk. After all, she wouldn't be needing them anymore, and had no reason to want them otherwise. As she entered the hallway, dodging overzealous students elatedly celebrating the bell that signaled freedom, Hayley was immediately flanked by her best friend, Stacy Marie. "Oh my god, bitch! You won't believe what happened!" "Something exciting, I imagine," replied Hayley, sarcastically. It was obvious that the perky blonde was giddy in anticipation to spread whatever story she was about to tell. "A rare and entertaining event, girl. You know how every male in this place drools over the French teacher, Miss LaCroix?" Hayley nodded. "Well, there's about five minutes left to go till the final bell and everyone is sitting around, chit-chatting, waiting for it to ring. And then that Greek god, Jon Sullivan, stands up and starts walking up to her desk. And, of course, everyone looks at him and watches because it's Jon Sullivan. Anyway, he's carrying his book down in front of him, like this," and Stacy demonstrated by placing her notebook flat against the crotch of her plaid skirt. She took this moment of not talking to catch her breath, as she was talking so excitedly. Then she continued. "He gets up there and starts saying to her, 'Miss LaCroix, I just wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed your class for the last four years.' And she smiles, and says, 'Well, merci,' or whatever. And then he starts talking about, 'I thought about getting you something to show my appreciation, you know, like, an apple for the teacher or something.' And she, in that accent of hers says, 'Oh that is sweet. But you don't have to give me anything.' And then, he's quiet for a second. Finally he says, 'Well, I just thought that I would much rather give you this --'. He moves the book away and it's his dick, sticking out of his open zipper, hard as a rock, laying there on her desk." "No," Hayley exclaimed, covering her mouth and giggling. "No way, you're lying." "I kid you not. Her eyes got real big, and she blushed like she was embarrassed. She tried to look like she was trying to look away or something, but you could tell that she wanted it." Hayley's eyes and mouth were still wide open in shock. "Well, then what happened?" "Well, the bell rang. Jon looks at her and says, 'Aww, that's the bell. I guess I'll see you at graduation?' She nodded her head, and he covered himself back up with the book and left. She didn't look anyone in the eye as we left." When they reached Stacy Marie's car in the parking lot, Hayley threw her bags in the back. Stacy Marie saw Jon Sullivan walking up behind her friend. "Hey," she said in a hushed, whisper-like tone, and nodded a signal for Hayley to look behind her. Hayley turned and stood back up straight just in time for Jon's arrival. "Hey Hayley. Happy Birthday", he greeted. "Aww, thanks Jon. You're so sweet," Hayley replied, noticing that in between leaving French class and coming up to her now, Jon had concealed himself properly, and she had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed. "Hey, Jon," came Stacy Marie's voice from the other side of the car. Jon threw a look over at her. "Stacy Marie, hey. Looking good, doll." Stacy smiled and threw her head down to look at the ground, she was blushing. And even though Hayley knew this was just a normal greeting of Jon's with no more subtext behind it than "A is for Apple," she couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Stacy for having received the compliment. Jon turned back to Hayley, "So any birthday plans for the night?" "Well, the family thing, I guess. My brother and sister are coming in tonight for dinner and stuff. I think me and Stacy might go out for a little after that, but I don't know." Jon nodded his head in approval. "You're coming to my party tomorrow night though, right?" "I think we had planned on it, didn't we Stacy?" Hayley replied, diverting attention back over to her friend. "It's always a possibility," Stacy Marie answered, flirtfully playing as to their intentions. Jon shook his head. "No, no ladies," he began as he started backing away from the two and their car. "It's the only possibility. Hayley, I expect you to be there." Hayley smiled at his demand. "And Stacy Marie," he continued. "I expect tight little ass to be standing beside her." Stacy Marie said nothing, only giving him a flirty little goodbye wave. This time around, Hayley wasn't really jealous of Jon's comment, a second time, about Stacy's body because she realized that she was the object of the invitation. To Jon, it seemed, Stacy Marie was just Hayley's "+1". ------------------------------------------- Jack awoke, rubbing his eyes as he groggily took in his surroundings. No matter where he might be, even here in his apartment, the first few seconds of consciousness were occupied with trying to discern where he was at. Being all over the place, traveling for gigs, and back to school for classes and such had made it so that any given time he would awaken he could have been anywhere. But this was his apartment, his bed. It was his bathroom that the sound of running water was coming out of. When he sat up in his bed and saw the two sets of clothes on the floor alongside the beep blue comforter, he remembered that Jordan had spent the night. Jack threw the thin black sheet off and turned, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He was naked. Jordan definitely spent the night. He slid on a pair of boxers and headed for the bathroom. Jack could see Jordan's face in the mirror looking back at him as he entered, and was a little confused at the smile she cracked until he looked down and noticed his boxers were tenting out against the strain of morning wood. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead," she teased. Jack figured that she was just getting ready to get a bath and stuff because the water he heard running now filled the white claw-foot porcelain bathtub, and the only thing she was wearing was her little thin, pink and white lingerie top. And it was only half on, her left breast hanging out as the loose top dipped below her ample mound. He walked up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her neck. Jordan leaned her head to the side to allow him better access and moaned her approval of the kiss. Jack reached his free hand down and pulled his hard cock out through the slit in the front. Helping to guide its aim, Jack pushed his hips closer forward into Jordan. The motion served to slide his hardness straight through Jordan's legs, slightly brushing it against the lips of her bare snatch. Jack brought that free hand up and cupped the exposed breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Oh," Jordan moaned, "we can't do this. I have to get a bath. You have to get ready to go." Jack continued his seductive touching, moving his hips in and out a little, sliding his cock against her increasingly wet lips. "We've got plenty of time," he tried to argue. Jordan turned her head to kiss him on the lips. "It's one, Jack," she informed him. "We both have to leave in an hour." Surprised, Jack looked over at the clock on the wall. She was right. Jordan slipped out of his arms, and gingerly stepped into the tub of hot water. She looked at him, like she was considering something. "Well, I guess if we took our baths together, that would maybe make up some time." Jack cracked a big smile. 'She is such a tease,' he thought as he quickly slid his boxers off and stepped into the tub with her. ------------------------------------------- Dave was walking out the front door of the house as he saw the car that belonged to his daughter's friend Stacy pull into the driveway behind his car. "Hey, Mr. Bennett," Stacy Marie called out from the driver's seat. "Hey there, Stacy. How are you?" Dave asked, out of politeness. It's not that he didn't like her, far from it. Everytime he saw her, he couldn't help but 'perk up' down there, especially right after school like this. Even though she was hidden mostly by the car she was sitting in, Dave had the image of her in the short plaid skirt and tight, white button up top that her private school uniform consisted of. It didn't help matters any that bounding up to him after exiting the car came his little girl, Hayley, decked out in the exact same get-up that Stacy often turned him on with. "Hey, Daddy," Hayley greeted him, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, princess," Dave greeted his youngest daughter. "Happy Birthday." "Oh, thank you, daddy," Hayley beamed. "If you and mom hadn't had sex eighteen years and nine months ago, I don't know what I'd do." "Hayley!" Dave exclaimed, surprised at her comment. Stacy Marie giggled from the car. "Oh, I'm just playing Daddy," she explained. "Where are you going?" "To the airport," Dave answered. "Your sister's flight arrives in about an hour." "Oh, yay! I'm so glad everyone is coming home." "Me too, princess. You better go get ready for your dinner tonight," Dave suggested, turning to speak to Stacy Marie. "You're more than welcome to join us, Stacy." Dave was hoping she would. "That's okay, Mr. Bennett," Stacy Marie answered. "This seems more of a family thing. Maybe some other time." "Alright, then," Dave said as he was climbing into his SUV. "But if you change your mind..." He threw Stacy Marie a look that suggested something other than how a friends dad usually looks at his daughters friends. Stacy Marie noticed it right away and replied with a flirty, sly smile. Hayley was already on her way into the house, however, and didn't see either of their looks. Stacy Marie backed her convertible out of the driveway and turned to the east. Mr. Bennett backed his SUV out of the driveway and turned to the west. ------------------------------------------- "Mom?" Hayley called out, sitting her bag down on a stool in the kitchen. "I'm up here, sweetie," came the reply from upstairs. Hayley ascended the staircase, turning to the right as she reached the top. A couple of doors down the hall, Hayley found her mom, Karen, in her regal bathroom getting herself ready. "Hello, mother," Hayley said, straight-faced and flat in tone. Karen paused the application of her mascara and shifted her view in the mirror to look at Hayley's reflection in it. Hayley was still standing just inside the doorway. "Mother?" Karen said. "So, you're 18 now and all of the sudden it's 'mother'?" Hayley tried to appear serious for as long as she could, but broke down into a fit of giggles. Karen couldn't resist the levity of Hayley's little joke for very long either, and soon they were both giggling. Hayley walked up behind her mother's satin robed body and gave her a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around Karen's waist and squeezing herself close. "Happy birthday, daughter," Karen spoke, trying to make the last word sound as flat as Hayley had made 'mother'. This led to another spat of giggling from them both. Hayley released her hold on her mother, who went back to applying her makeup. "What I wouldn't give to be young and beautiful again," Karen sighed. "Oh mom," Hayley sighed. "Who said you weren't beautiful? Age has nothing to do with it." "Well, I just remember when I turned 18," Karen began explaining. "I was tighter, and....perkier." She paused to inspect her reflection in the mirror. The satin robe she was wearing hugged her curves like a glove. Her breasts probably weren't as high up as they had started those years ago, but childbirth had given them the same fullness that they had given her hips. Exercising had kept her stomach flat, and though her rear was a little more bubbly than she might have cared for, had kept her ass firm. In fact, Hayley had always been a little jealous of her mother in those respects. She might have wished for her mom's breast size, a full cup bigger than her 36 C's, although her mom had always reassured Hayley that a 36 C was the perfect breast size, according to her and most beauty magazines anyways. Karen also teasingly warned her to be careful what she wished for because someday she would have a kid, which would add an inch or two to her symmetrically balanced 36 inch waist. "Oh, mom, knock it off. You know that you're stunning. I don't even like to bring guys over because you draw their attention away," Hayley commented. "Really?" Karen said, surprised that any boy her daughter's age would take notice of her, let alone be attracted. Hayley was still behind her mother. "Are you kidding?" she began. "With these tits," Hayley said, cupping Karen's breasts from behind, "and this stomach," sliding her hands over Karen's stomach, "and this ass?" Hayley gave Karen a quick slap on an ass cheek to emphasize. "Hayley!" squeaked Karen. "What has gotten into you?" "Oh, nothing," Hayley replied, giving her mom a peck on the cheek. "I'm just in a giddy mood today." Karen giggled with her daughter. "I'll say," she managed to get out. "I have a present for you, but you can't tell your father." Hayley got excited. "Really? What? Why can't I tell Dad?" "You know how he gets when he thinks of you having anything to do with lingerie. You're his 'little girl'." "Lingerie? What is it?" Hayley begged, getting more excited by the moment. Karen held up a finger, signaling Hayley to wait a minute, as she walked out of the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, she returned carrying a Victoria's Secret bag. Hayley nearly ripped it out of her hands. "THE SHEER BLACK LACY ONES!!!" Hayley squeeled as she looked into the bag. Then, almost tackling her, Hayley gave Karen the tightest hug. "Thank you, thank you!" "And there's this," Karen pointed out, bringing out a bag that she had been holding behind her back. Hayley grabbed it and looked inside. "Oh, mom!" She pulled out a robe exactly like her mothers. "I hope it looks as good on me as it does you." "I'm sure it will, sweetie." "Why can't I tell Dad about the robe?" Hayley asked. "Well, the robe is okay I guess. Not the bra and panties though," Karen explained. Hayley shoved the bags and garments back into her mother's hands as she kicked off her shoes and began undressing. Unbuttoning her shirt and dropping it to the floor revealed Hayley's perfectly shaped breasts, snug in a white, lacy bra. As she reached around behind her, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor, Karen admired the naked mounds that belonged to her daughter. Being suddenly exposed to the cool air in the house immediately hardened her nipples and created an image that any Playboy centerfold would wish for. Hayley's plaid school uniform skirt dropped to the floor as it was unzipped, revealing the white, cotton panties of an innocent schoolgirl. It occurred to Karen that she, herself, might want to spend a little more time out in the sun when the contrast between Hayley's bronzed skin and the pure white of her undergarments created a contrast of tones that only enhanced Hayley's body. Hayley slid her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them, then quickly grabbed the robe from her mother's hands. Karen had just enough time to glimpse her daughters well-manicured strip before Hayley wrapped herself in the robe. "How does it look?" Hayley asked as she looked in the mirror, examining one angle then turning to examine another. "Absolutely stunning," Karen commented. "I wonder if the boys you won't bring around would think the same thing." "Mom!" Hayley giggled. "I was just teasing, dear. Now, hurry up and get your shower. Kara will be here in a little while and you know she'll want to clean up before we go out for dinner." Hayley kissed her mother on the cheek. "Thanks, mom." Karen watched as Hayley slid her robe off and bounced her way into the shower. How many boys is she not bringing here? ------------------------------------------- Jack was on the interstate, halfway home, when his phone rang. He was speeding because activities in the tub with Jordan had lasted a little longer than they had planned, and he was late leaving the apartment. Fishing the iPhone out of his pocket, he looked down at the screen, which displayed a candid, if extremely revealing, picture of the girl he had just fucked. "Hello?" he answered. "Hey," came Jordan's voice. "Umm...," Jack teased. "Amy?" "What? No, it's Jordan. Who's Amy?" Jack laughed to himself at the missed joke. "Nobody, I was teasing. What's up?" There was a sigh on the other end of the call. And some silence, like Jordan was trying to work up the courage to say what she had called to tell him. "Jordan? Is everything alright?" Jack queried, growing concerned that she was in trouble, or something had happened to her or something. "Yeah," she replied, unassumingly. "I just thought we should talk about something." Jack was curious at this point. She had piqued his interest. What could she want to talk about? It couldn't have been the sex they just had, it was great. They rode each other in that tub for over half an hour, getting so loud at the end that the next door neighbor pounded on the wall. She couldn't be pregnant, she was on the very best of birth controls. It probably wasn't her job. He checked the clock on the car stereo, she had to have just been getting there as she was on the phone with him. "Okay. What should we talk about?" "Us." Jack lost his focus on the driving momentarily, and nearly ran off onto the gravel shoulder of the four-lane. An angry driver honking their horn as they swerved around him brought him out of the momentary web of thought that that single word exploded in his head. "What about us?" he nearly yelled back. Jordan sighed. "I don't think we should stay together anymore." Jack could feel his anxiety levels rising. It felt like his whole body was starting to vibrate, though he knew it wasn't, but it would start to in a few minutes if unaided. He performed a quick switch of the phone from his right ear to his left, using his left shoulder to hold it in place against his head as he opened the lid to the middle console and dug around inside it with his right hand. "What the hell, Jordan?" he asked loudly into the phone while finding his prescription bottle. Jack got the lid open and managed to get a couple of Xanax into his mouth before he hit a hard bump in the road, which served to launch little blue nerve pills out of the bottle and all through the inside of the car like rice thrown at a wedding. ------------------------------------------- Dave stood in the airport terminal, thinking. He couldn't get that smile that Stacy Marie had given him out of his head. Was she flirting with him? Or had he just misread it? Either way, the outcome was always the same in his head: She was facing a wall, bracing herself against it with her arms stretched out in front of her and her palms flat on its surface. The buttons had been ripped from the white button-up shirt so that it hung open, exposing her supple alabaster breasts, which reverberated like jell-o to every movement her body made, and it made a lot. With her uniform skirt hiked up around her waist, and her white cotton panties pulled down around her ankles, Dave stood behind her, pounding into her pussy. She was so wet that his cock slid easily in and out, and he was so forceful that she needed to be. Closed Doors Ep. 01 Stacy Marie would turn her head, heavily breathing, "Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy." "Daddy?" The question invaded his fantasy. "Why did she call me Daddy?" Stacy Marie looked at him again as he thrust a few more times, but at a slower pace. "Daddy?" Suddenly, the fantasy stopped playing in his mind. Standing in front of him was his daughter, Kara. "Daddy? Are you alright?" "What?" Dave uttered, coming to and realizing that he was back in the real world, Kara being the reason he was hearing 'Daddy' in his fantasy. "Oh, hey, baby girl." Kara stepped forward and hugged him tightly. It only took her a few moments to notice that he had an erection. Dave broke the hug when he realized it too. "Did you have a good flight?" "It was fine, Dad," she said, grinning. "Did you have a good wait?" Dave got a confused look on his face until Kara pointedly glanced down towards the bulge in his pants. "Oh, ha ha," was all Dave could reply. He picked up the bag she had brought with her, and threw his arm around her shoulder. "Come on, we don't want to be late." ------------------------------------------- Running out of the house, Hayley nearly tackled Jack as he got out of the car. She jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Jack!" was all she yelled while it was happening. "Hey there, birthday girl," Jack managed to say as he stumbled backwards, eventually falling against the car under the unexpected force of Hayley's greeting. "Wow, mom," Jack said, setting Hayley back down. He walked over to Karen standing in the open front door of the house, and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek. "You look amazing." The black dress Karen had chosen for their celebration dinner did indeed suit her. A very low-cut, but tasteful, neckline exhibited a tantalizing bit of cleavage. The fabric hugged her waist and hips, accenting one of her best features, while the hem came to just above her knees. The string of pearls she was wearing, though, inevitably drew one's focus to her chest. With her hair pulled up into a kind of bun, and two wisps of hair framing the sides of her face, she looked like she was set for a formal cocktail party more than a birthday dinner with the family. "Aww," chimed Hayley. "And I suppose I look like crap?" Jack dutifully turned his gaze to her and crap she did not look like. Like Karen, Hayley had chosen a little black dress. However, she had little thin spaghetti straps at the top of hers. There wasn't a neckline, per se, but the main body of the dress started at a straight vertical line across what Jack had to assume was only an inch or two above her nipples, and it occurred to him that she wasn't wearing a bra, when he saw them poking against the fabric of her dress. Although it didn't hug her form like his mom's did, Hayley's dress did draw in a bit around her waist, but remained loose enough that the bottom of the dress floated playfully around halfway of her thigh. He stuck on her legs for a moment. Never having the occasion to examine them before, he had to admit that being in the flag corps of the high school marching band had done remarkable wonders. Long and toned, it seemed like her tantalizing legs made up half of her five and a half foot frame. Bringing his gaze back up her body, he thought it well done, the little hints of gold jewelry that consisted of a chain around her neck and little hoop earrings. "No, sis," Jack finally declared. "You absolutely do not look like crap." Hayley hopped a little bit, giggling. She said, "Thanks, big brother," as she gave him an appreciative peck on the cheek. "Well, you better go get ready," Karen said, looking at her watch. "Your dad should be back from the airport with Kara anytime now. We have reservations in a little over an hour." ------------------------------------------- "Hello?" Hayley said, answering the phone. "Hey, girl" Stacy Marie replied, being the caller. "What's up?" "Well, I know your dad invited me, and I said 'no, it's a family thing', but everyone is going to be gone tonight and I'm here all alone, so I was wondering if you would mind if I tagged along?" Stacy Marie pleaded. "No problem. I was hoping you'd come anyways. Better pull out the fancy clothes, though. Seems we're dressing formal for this thing." "How formal?" Stacy Marie asked. "Well, mom looks like that picture of Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany's, and according to Jack, I'm not that far behind," Hayley explained. Stacy Marie perked up at the mention of Jack's name. "Oh, Jack's there?" Hayley rolled her eyes, she knew her friend was shamelessly playing dumb. "Yeah, I told you he was coming home for the summer. Remember?" "Yeah," recalled Stacy Marie. "I guess I just didn't put it together." Hayley could tell from the change in the tone of Stacy's conversation that her friend was entirely focused on dinner with Jack there, more so than dinner just for birthday's sake. She decided to tease Stacy about it. "So, yeah. You're definitely going to want to dress up for Jack." "What?" "And sexy, too. Don't forget that." "Oh my god." Hayley could feel her blush over the phone. "I mean, he'll be dressed up too," Hayley kept going. "Hayley!" "And he's always sexy." "I'm going to kill you!" That caused Hayley to erupt in a fit of giggling. "If it wasn't your birthday..." Stacy Marie began. "If it wasn't my birthday, then you wouldn't have the opportunity to dress up for Jack," Hayley interrupted, still teasing. "Oh my god," Stacy sighed. "8 o'clock?" "Yeah." Click. Hayley set the phone back in the cradle, still giggling. ------------------------------------------- The family was seated just before eight at the upscale Italian place that Hayley had requested. As the waiter handed Dave the wine list, Karen informed him that they would be needing an extra place set as they were expecting one more person to join them for dinner. Hayley looked around, admiring her family. It was not often that they all had the opportunity to all get dressed up like this and spend the evening together. The men were in their suits and ties. Stacy was going to flip over Jack. He looked especially good in his suit. Hayley didn't really expect a suit to do so much for a man, but had to admit to herself that her brother wore it well. Maybe it was because it was a three-piece. Maybe it was the choice of the grey shirt instead of the standard white like her father was wearing. Clean-shaven and brown hair neatly trimmed, Jack was the poster boy for attractive. Kara, the oldest of the three and in truth their stepsister, wore a white, free flowing summer dress. Even though it wasn't as formal as what Hayley and her mom were wearing, Kara still made it seem elegant. The shade of blonde in her hair, and the deep copper tone of her skin made it apparent that she had spent some time on a beach, which was actually the case, her being a model and all. Hayley had always envied Kara. She was so beautiful. She was blonde, had blue eyes. She could stop any man dead in his tracks whenever he caught sight of her, and often did. But she wasn't stuck up or arrogant about it, and Hayley loved that about her. Hell, Hayley had even caught herself staring at Kara a few times. She felt sorry for all the men in the world that would never get to see Kara naked. Hayley wasn't attracted to her or anything, but she did appreciate beauty, and Kara definitely had that. As Dave sized up the wine list, he asked, "Is it going to be wine all around?" Kara and Jack nodded their heads. Karen said, "Well, I suppose the occasion calls for it." Hayley looked at both her parents, reading their expressions for permission. "Absolutely," she declared. "All right, then," Dave decided, and beckoned with his hand for the waiter to come back to the table. "Okay then," Jack said, scooting his chair back from the table and standing up. "I think I'm gonna grab a smoke while everything is getting settled. I mean, we're still waiting for Stacy Marie, right?" "Yeah," Hayley replied, giggling to herself thinking about Stacy auditioning dress after dress in front of a mirror, trying to decide which outfit might floor Jack tonight. "She should be along any time now." Kara stood up from the table as well. "I think I'll join you. I could use some fresh air." "You two don't be too long," Karen called out as they walked away. Outside, Jack and Kara paused to take in the warm night air. The wind blowing had the effect of giving Kara a cold chill, however, as all that she had on was that thin dress. Goosebumps erupted over her arms. "Here," Jack said, taking off his jacket and placing it around her shoulders. "Thank you," Kara smiled. "Always such a gentleman." "I guess." Growing up, they had always played around with each other, flirting. They weren't technically brother and sister, as she was Dave's daughter from his first wife. But she had died when Kara was only two or three, and Dave married Karen about a year later, so they had grown up as one family. So once the two became interested in the opposite sexes, it became their little private permissible inside joke to steal touches here and there, and flirt with innuendoes and all that. So Jack thought nothing of it when he copped a feel of Kara's melon sized breast as he reached inside his jacket, which she was now wearing, to grab his pack of cigarettes. A knowing smile back was her only reaction to it. "I was going to smoke a cigarette, but since you're out here," Jack dug for a moment in his pack of cigarettes and pulled out a joint. Kara generated a joyful smile. "I knew I needed some fresh air." "Come on," he said, grabbing her by the hand. Jack led her to his car and they sat down inside. Jack lit the joint and took a big hit. He held it for a few seconds then exhaled, passing it over to Kara. "Oh yes, this is much better." "So, you've become a stoner now, have you?" Kara asked, as she took a hit herself. "I don't stay stoned, if that's what you're asking," Jack explained. "But I find it makes things easier to deal with. If you've got to be in a situation for a period of time, why not be relaxed while you're there?" Kara handed the joint back. "I can see your point." Something caught Kara's eye as she examined the inside of Jack's car. The gray leather interior of the Sentra was nice enough for a guys car but she noticed a blue dot up on the dash wedged against the bottom seam of the windshield. She had just began to try to figure out what it was when she caught sight of another one laying by the handle of the shifter in the console, and another couple on the carpet of the floorboard by her feet. "What are these?" she asked Jack, picking the one up that was by the handle of the shifter. "Oh," said Jack, trying to let as little of his hit out as possible, while still trying to utter intelligible words. "My Xanax." "Why is it all over the place?" Kara asked, working the one out from the bottom of the windshield. Jack handed the joint back to her and picked up a few stray pills himself. "Oh, yeah. That. I was on my way home when my girlfriend called to tell me that she was breaking up with me. Had an anxiety attack, and a pothole decorated the car with pill confetti." Kara let out a sharp laugh at Jack's humor, which only served to launch her into a fit of coughing. "That sucks. Why did she break up?" Jack just shook his head silently, taking a hit off the joint and waving the question off with his free hand. He didn't really want to talk about it. Kara nodded her acquiescence and began to round up the pills she could find and returning them to the prescription bottle that also ended up being at her feet. "So, how have you been?" Jack asked, tearing up from getting smoke in his eye. He passed the joint back. "I just flew back from a week in the Bahamas. I haven't slept in two days." "Well, that sucks," Jack said, as he took the joint back and hit it. "Yeah, the photographer decided he wanted to take these night shots on the beach. Something about the way the moonlight was coming through the clouds. I don't know," she explained. "I think he was on acid or something." Kara twisted in her seat, getting into a position that was more comfortable than twisting her head to look at Jack. This caused the bottom of her skirt to ride up a little, and Jack caught the sight of a sliver of white panties between her legs. As he glanced down, and back up to meet her eyes, he knew that she was aware of the situation. A sly smile emerging from her lips and a shake of her head dismissed the thought of any concern on her part of any potential embarrassment . "Ha," Jack exclaimed, finally stubbing the joint out in the ashtray. "I would think that would be weird. Taking pictures while you were tripping. I'd be afraid that some thought like 'I'm stealing pieces of this person's soul' would occur to me, stick in my head, and it would all turn bad." He handed her a menthol and held out the flame so she could light it, then took one himself and lit it. "That had never actually occurred to me," Kara commented. "But I'll keep that in mind when I go to see the proofs." They both started laughing. "Oh, here comes Dad." Dave walked up to Jack's side of the car. "Here you two are, I thought you were just going out for a smoke?" "We are," answered Kara. "We just decided to sit down. Catching up a little bit." "Yeah, well, the waiter is inside ready for your order, Jack. Kara, I just ordered your usual salad?" Kara replied, "That's fine with me." Jack opened his door and got out of the car. Dave stopped him. "Hey, can I get a cigarette?" Jack looked a little surprised. "But you don't smoke. Do you?" "Just give me a damn cigarette." Jack smiled as he grabbed one out of the pack for his dad. "Does mom know?" Dave took Jack's place in the driver's side seat of the car. "Just go order your damn food," he said, smiling, knowing that Jack found the situation amusing. "Alright then," Jack muttered as he turned and walked back to the restaurant. ------------------------------------------- Dave watched as Jack disappeared inside, and when he had, Dave threw the unlit cigarette out the window. He looked over at Kara, and she smiled. "Daddy missed his little girl," he whispered. Kara's lips erupted into a playful, knowing smile and she flicked her cigarette out the window and climbed over the console to straddle her father. The two of them, one atop the other, in the drivers seat of Jack's little Sentra was a tight, slightly awkward fit, but they immediately locked lips. Dave managed to reach down and pull the handle to recline the seat, and Kara never broke the tongue probing kiss as she followed him as he fell backward. Even if no one else did, Dave knew why Kara had worn this light, airy dress. To tease him. And he took full advantage of it, immediately running both his hands under it, gliding up over her stomach to cup her breasts. As his fingers and palms cupped to take possession of her generous handfuls, he used both thumbs to trace circles around her nipples, and she moaned into his mouth for it. Kara lowered her chest flat down on his and moved to straighten her legs behind her. Knowing what she was getting at, Dave slid his hands back down her abdomen and seamlessly hooked a thumb under each side of her panties. She raised her waist up off him enough for him to start sliding her panties down her thighs. As he was busy liberating her now greatly aroused pussy, Kara maneuvered herself to be supported by one arm pressed down against the back of the driver's seat while she freed her other hand to reach down and undo her father's belt and zipper. By the time Dave had gotten his daughter's panties down far enough for her to pull one leg out of them, Kara had undone his pants enough that he could pull them down a little as he brought his hands back up between their bodies. Kara brought her legs back up to a straddling position and with her free hand reached down and gave her father's rock hard cock a few strokes. He moved his hands back under her dress and placed them on her hips, rubbing her ass cheeks with his fingertips. "You did miss your little girl, didn't you Daddy?" Kara moaned in Dave's ear as she placed his shaft in position and lowered her wet cunt down on it. She made a couple of slow, starter strokes up and down while Dave's hands moved up to caress her breasts one more time before Kara lowered her chest back down on his and his hands found her ass again. Both of them knew what was coming. With her knees placed strategically by his thighs on the seat, Kara started rocking her hips up and down, slamming her ass up and down, stroking his rod with her wet hole at a frenzied pace. For his part, Dave matched every down thrust of hers with an up thrust of his, combining to form a rhythm that would have them both coming in minutes. In all the excitement, neither of them took much notice of a set of headlights that flashed around as a car came into the parking lot. They didn't care. Who would know they were father and daughter except the people at their table inside? And they wouldn't be coming out this soon to get them. Who wouldn't think they were just two people fucking in the parking lot? Kara buried her face in her father's neck as she started breathing heavily. Dave kept one hand on her ass, guiding her up and down, while he let the other one slide up and down her back. As Stacy Marie stepped out of her car, a sound came across the quiet of the parking lot. Looking around, she located the source of the sound. The nearly unmistakable sounds of sex were coming from what she knew was Jack's car. A moment of anguish came over her as she imagined Jack was fucking somebody in his car. She had to know who it was. She crept closer, keeping herself hidden behind other cars. It was now a furious, pounding rhythm going on between father and daughter in the son's car. "I'm coming, daddy," Kara managed to eek out, in between breaths, before she lost the ability to form words completely. Dave stepped up his speed for what he knew was going to be his final stretch as well. This produced in Kara sharp little gasps each time he pounded into her as her orgasm was washing over her, causing her to completely clinch all of her muscles while her body quaked in tiny convulsions. Stacy Marie was crouched down behind the bumper of the car next to them now. She could see Kara clinched tight over someone, her body being pounded from below. Shocked that it was Kara that was fucking in Jack's car, she stood up a little, having to know who it was she was fucking. Nothing could have prepared her as she saw Dave, her best friend's father, Kara's father, thrust up one final, powerful time, cumming inside his own daughter. Stacy ducked back down and quickly made her way around the next couple of cars. Something compelled her to pull out her phone and snap a photo of the couple in the car, and she did, and afterwards dashed into the restaurant. While Dave was releasing his load into her, Kara had expertly covered his mouth with hers in a kiss to keep his orgasmic scream from being heard by anyone around. When his body finally relaxed, Kara just fell into him, breathless. They laid there for a minute, then Kara raised herself off him and rolled back into the passenger seat. She looked around for something to clean off with and found a t-shirt in the backseat. By now, her panties had worked themselves down to the ankle of the one leg that was still in them, and, deciding against putting them back on after the fucking she had just done, she pulled them off that leg and shoved them in the pocket of Jack's suit jacket, which she was still wearing. Closed Doors Ep. 01 Dave redid his pants, tucking his shirt back in first. He sat up and tried to reposition the seat back to where it was before he reclined it. "Do you think this is about where Jack had it?" he asked Kara. Kara let out a laugh and leaned over and kissed him. As she sat back she said, "I don't know, Daddy. I guess." "Well, we better get back inside," he commented. "Yeah." ------------------------------------------- Hayley smiled real big when she saw Stacy Marie approaching the table. Jack saw her smile, and turned to see what it was she was smiling at. When he turned his head and found Stacy Marie standing there, his mouth must have literally dropped open, because it was only a second or two before Hayley leaned over and whispered, "Put your tongue back in your mouth there, big guy." Jack snapped his head back towards Hayley, confused, then back to Stacy Marie. Stacy Marie had, indeed, pulled out all the stops in dressing for dinner. Her blonde hair was up in the back, and her bangs so smoothly and tightly blended into the top and sides that it was like glass. Her dress was a pale lavender, and though it had the thin straps like Hayley's, the dress was more form-fitting. A little matching sweater completed the outfit, and as Hayley had tastefully accentuated herself with gold, Stacy had done so with diamonds. It was if she had just stepped off of a movie set. Girls only looked like that in movies. Still not having found words to speak, Jack stood up and pulled out the seat next to him for Stacy to sit down. As she sat and he scooted her chair in, Stacy Marie threw Hayley a glance across the table that had the two erupting into a fit of giggles. "It's not often that Jack can't think of something to say," Hayley giggled. Stacy Marie blushed. "Yes, you'll have to excuse my son," Karen said, throwing Jack a teasing look. "But you do look wonderful tonight, sweetie." "Thank you, Karen," Stacy replied. She looked over at Jack, who was still looking at her, until he saw her that is and quickly diverted his gaze to anywhere else. He landed on his wineglass, and quickly picked it up and downed it. All the women laughed at Jack's obvious nervousness at the situation that had arisen. "Oh, I see," Jack finally said, as he poured himself another glass of wine. "All the ladies are ganging up on me." This brought another round of laughter. ------------------------------------------- The rest of Hayley's birthday dinner was pretty uneventful. Dave and Kara returned right after the episode with Jack and Stacy Marie, no one seemed the wiser to what had happened in the parking lot. Stacy Marie gave no indication that she knew exactly what had transpired. When they all returned to the Bennett house, the parents retired to their bedroom, Kara to hers, and the two graduates had a little sleepover in Hayley's room. With all them in the house, Jack decided that he might be better off to move his stuff into the poolhouse out back, what with the inevitable giggling that would be going on all night. As he saw the last bedroom light go out in the house, Jack dug in his bag and pulled out a little wooden box. Amongst some other things that it contained, Jack pulled out a decent size bag of marijuana and a little multi-colored glass bowl. Once he was done packing the little smoking utensil, he walked outside and set on a deck chair by the pool. It was a nice night. He reclined back, looking up at the starry sky. Jack was home. He reached into his jacket pocket for a lighter, but felt something else. Something fabric. He pulled out what turned out to be Kara's panties. It seemed odd. -------------------- To be continued... Closed Doors Ep. 02 ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode TWO "CIRCUMSTANCE" ---------------------------------------- A scream woke Jack the next morning. Bolting straight up in bed, he was immediately hit with a blast of sunlight as he opened his eyes. While he covered them with his hand and let them slowly adjust to the extremely bright light, he reminded himself that he should remind himself to close the curtains at night. When his vision normalized, he saw Hayley in the pool yelling up at Stacy Marie, who was standing on the deck. From what he could gather, it seemed that Stacy had shoved Hayley in, and Hayley seemed a little upset at that. He turned to get up out of bed when he realized that, as usual, he had slept in the nude and therefore, had no clothes on. He scanned the room, but the closest apparel was too far away. Another reason to close the curtains at night. From the pool, Hayley noticed Jack stirring inside the poolhouse. She shot Stacy Marie a glance, nodding in Jack's direction. As Stacy Marie turned to look, she caught the briefest glimpse of Jack's nude form before he could wrap the sheet around his waist. She looked back at Hayley and smiled. Hayley giggled. Jack stopped by the door on his way to the bathroom and said, "You two make a terrible alarm clock." As Jack retreated to the bathroom in the poolhouse, the girls started giggling, and after Hayley had splashed her friend a few times, Stacy gave up and jumped in. When Jack returned from the bathroom, he was wearing his swimming trunks. He stepped out of the poolhouse to the girls whispering. "What are you two whispering about?" The girls, still in the pool but clinging to the side, said, in their sweetest innocent voices, "Nothing." "Yeah, okay," Jack replied. "Is there coffee in there?" "I think so," said Hayley. "Kara was making some when we came out here," Stacy Marie added. "Excellent," Jack said as he turned and headed for the house. Inside, Jack found Kara sitting at the dining room table, sipping a cup of coffee. "Morning, Jack," she greeted him. Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Kara. "Couldn't help but notice there was no 'good' attached to that 'morning'" Jack said sarcastically, taking a sip from his cup. "Ugh," she began. "I'm not through waking up yet." "At least you weren't woken up by two screaming girls." "No, but I was kept awake by two giggling ones." Jack laughed, "I figured that might happen. That's why I took up residence out in the poolhouse." "Well, don't be surprised," she warned, standing up, "if they drive me to bunk with you one of these nights." Kara walked over and poured herself a refill of coffee. As she reached up to get the jar of creamer out of an overhead cabinet, the dress shirt she was wearing, he guessed she got it out of his closet, came up enough to reveal that she had no panties on. "Nice shirt," Jack commented, his gaze stuck on Kara's backside. "Yeah, it's yours," she replied as she brought the jar down. "I hope you don't mind." Kara looked over her shoulder as she said this and caught the direction that Jack's eyes were focused on. "Are you staring at my ass, little brother?" "Just noticing how my shirt fits you," Jack winked. Kara stuck her tongue out at him and went back to preparing her coffee. When she returned to the table, Jack was looking out a back window at the girls in the pool. Kara picked up on this. "I'm of the opinion that our little Stacy Marie has a crush on you, little brother." Jack turned his head and gave Kara a silent look for a few minutes. "Yeah, I picked up on that." He took a sip of his coffee and turned his head back to the window. They watched for a while as the girls climbed out of the pool. "She does have a good body," Kara commented. "Yeah," Jack said, sipping his coffee. "I'll bet she's a wildcat in the sack." Jack was intrigued by that statement. "What makes you say that?" "Well, for one, she's a quiet girl," Kara pointed out. "And quiet girls are wild in bed?" "No, not all of them. But she has a killer body." "How does that make a difference?" "She knows she has a hot body. With that combination, I'll wager just about anything that when you get her behind closed doors, she's a firecracker." Jack took in Kara's commentary as he watched the girls stretch out on a couple of patio chairs. He sipped his coffee. "Can you give me a ride into town?" "Sure," Jack answered. "I was going anyways. Let me get a shower first." He downed the rest of the coffee in his cup, poured himself a refill, and headed out to the poolhouse. Kara smiled to herself as she saw Stacy Marie's eyes lock onto Jack as he walked past her. She took the last sip of her coffee and placed it in the sink on her way back to her room. ---------------------------------------- "Do you think your brother likes me?" Stacy Marie asked Hayley as the two lounged in chairs by the pool. "I don't know," Hayley replied. She thought for a while, but all she could add to her answer was, "Maybe." The girls went back to soaking up the morning sun in silence for a few minutes before Hayley spoke up again. "I think you definitely got him to notice you last night." Stacy Marie giggled, remembering how Jack was speechless when he saw her arriving to the restaurant the night before. "You don't think it was too obvious, do you?" she asked. "Well," Hayley began, turning her head to look over at her friend. "Me, mom and Kara knew exactly what was going on. I'm not sure dad realized that anything was even going on." "I caught him staring at me a couple of times," mentioned Stacy Marie. "Who, Jack? Well, yeah. Everyone caught that." "No, I mean your dad." Hayley sat up and looked over at Stacy Marie. "Really?" she asked. Stacy Marie nodded. What she wasn't telling Hayley was that she also caught him fucking Kara, his own daughter, in the parking lot when she first arrived. But she was the only one who had seen it, so she kept the secret to herself. As Hayley resigned herself to the fact that her father had been caught staring at her best friend and laid back in her chair again, Stacy Marie's cell phone started ringing on the patio table. Stacy got up and walked over to the table. She picked up her phone and let out an exasperated sigh when she saw the name on the display. She let out a little grunt as she pressed the button to answer and placed the phone to her ear. "Hey, mom." All Hayley could hear was Stacy's side of the conversation, but she guessed that she was being called to come home as Stacy said things like, "Yeah, I know...I guess I have laid out in the sun enough for today," and, "I know graduation is at 3:00 , mom...okay, see you in a little bit." Stacy Marie generated a little aggravated growl as she hung up. "God!" she exclaimed. "Like I'm gonna forget about graduation today." Stacy Marie plopped herself back down on the chair and buried her face in her hands. When she had composed herself, she raised her head back up and drew in a deep breath. "Well, I gotta go home." "Yeah. I guessed that," Hayley said with a hint of sarcasm. About that time, Dave walked out onto the patio and called out, "Hey, girls." Hayley turned to look. "Hey, daddy." "I've got to run into town for a bit to sign some purchase papers. If your mom calls, tell her I'll be back in a little while," Dave instructed Hayley. As he turned to walk back inside the house, Hayley called out, "Hey, daddy?" "Yes, princess?" "Can you give Stacy a ride home on your way?" she asked. Dave nodded his head. "Sure. I'd be happy to." Stacy Marie threw a knowing look over at Hayley as she grabbed her shorts and stood up. Hayley giggled. Stacy Marie make a point of giving her hips a little extra waggle as she slid her shorts up over her bikini bottoms. She didn't bother with a shirt, she didn't have one anyways. She bent down and picked up her sandals, grabbed her phone and did a quick little bouncy jog up to Hayley's dad, purposefully creating a little extra bounce in her luscious tits for his benefit. There was a little seductive glint in her eye when she caught his gaze as he passed him. ---------------------------------------- In the car, Kara's cell phone chirped, signaling her that a text message had just been received. She touched the screen on the phone and it displayed the message: 'I got it. Stop by.' Her face lit up, and she slid the phone back into her purse. "Hot date?" Jack teased. He looked over at her when she didn't immediately reply and nearly ran a stop sign. "Dumbass," she blurted, her comment on his driving skills. "Just some supplies for tonight." "What's tonight?" Jack asked. "It's Saturday. Graduation weekend. I figured we'd find something fun to get into," Kara explained. "Alright, kickass," he agreed. "What are these supplies you speak of?" "Umm..." Kara delayed, acting like she was deciding on whether or not to tell him. "Pharmaceuticals." "Pharmaceuticals? That's all I get?" Kara giggled. "Can it be a surprise? I know you'll like it." Jack couldn't help but be amused at Kara's playfulness, and nodded his agreement. "Alright," he said, after a few minutes of silence. "Where am I taking you to?" "Oh, you can drop me off at the mall." "That's where I was going anyways. I need to get some strings," Jack informed her. "Oh good then, we'll just shop together. Wait a minute, does this mean you brought your guitar home with you?" Kara asked, a bit excited. "Yeah, I'm leaving from here Monday to go play some gigs down in Key West." "The Keys?" Kara exclaimed, surprised. "Yeah," Jack began to explain. "A buddy of mine has a brother that owns a little club right on the beach. A couple of months ago he was visiting and listened to me play at a bar back at school. He invited me down to play for a couple of nights." Kara, genuinely surprised, and proud, slapped him on the shoulder. "That's awesome!" "Yeah, it should be fun," Jack said. "Oh it will be," Kara explained. "The Keys are wonderful." She got quiet as she thought for a moment. "You know, I've never heard you play." Jack was surprised at that. "Really?" he asked. "Really," Kara answered. "You didn't start to really play until you went to college." "Wow," Jack said, realizing she was right. "I can't believe that." "Yeah, shame on you." ---------------------------------------- Dave was feeling slightly uncomfortable as he did his best to keep his eyes on the road while the tantalizing form of his daughter's best friend sat in the seat beside him. As much as he tried, however, his willpower failed him at moments and he couldn't resist stealing a look or two. Stacy Marie had put on a pair of shorts, covering her bikini bottoms, right before they got in the car. Dave noticed, though, that the thin, white fabric that they were made of allowed him to see the black bikini stretched tightly over the mound between her thighs. He didn't notice her watching him as he was discovering this, though. Stacy Marie turned her eyes back to the front, smiling to herself, thrilled by Dave's not-so-subtle gawking. "Thanks again for the ride, Mr. Bennett," she said in her most innocent little girl tone, which she definitely was not at the present moment. Dave jerked his eyes back up and focused them quickly on the road, hoping that the nubile teenager hadn't just seen him staring at what he had just been staring at. "Well, you're welcome, Stacy," he replied, trying as much as he could to act like any normal parent of a friend, and not like the horny, lustful man that he was becoming at that moment. "It's no problem at all." It amused Stacy Marie that Dave was so obviously not turning to look at her as they exchanged their dialogue. She looked down at herself, curious as to how she was appearing to the frustrated man in the drivers seat. Stacy Marie was aware beforehand that her black bottoms could probably be seen through her thin shorts, and she was right. The triangles of black material that were molded over her soft, round tits pulled them up slightly, with the help of the thin straps that tied behind her neck. They weren't so tightly locked down, though, that the occasional bump in the road wouldn't result in the cream colored globes being free enough to bounce and jiggle. Without turning her head, Stacy Marie glanced left enough to discover that Dave was again admiring her arousing flesh. Her eyes picked up on a slight bulge in the area of his Dockers that lay over his package. She couldn't quite decide whether or not it was the result of just how the pants were bunching up because he was seated, or the more interesting explanation, to her anyway, that Dave was getting hard because of the looks he was stealing. Feeling a little naughty, she slid her hips back in the seat, effecting a slight arch in her back, sitting up straighter. This small adjustment in posture generated two useful results: One, the waistband of her little, flimsy shorts slid down on her hips an inch or two, allowing the top of the bikini around her waist to become visible to the eye. Secondly, the arch of her back pushed her tits, now with hard nipples poking out against the fabric, up and out, making them more prominent. This, she thought to herself, will definitely steal any man's attention. She anticipated his reaction. It wasn't long in coming. Dave tentatively began to steal another glance. As Stacy Marie realized he was starting to turn his gaze back to her, her eyes immediately dropped to lock onto that bulge in his pants. It surprised her that she immediately knew the moment that Dave's eyes had caught sight of her. It had to have been an instant reaction to her newly situated shape. While she was staring down at his covered cock, the bulge popped up, almost doubling in size. "Well, here you go," Dave said, bringing Stacy out of her focus. She looked outside, and sure enough, they were sitting in the driveway at her house. "Thanks again, Mr. Bennett," she said, presenting him with a sweet smile. "You're welcome," he replied. "We'll see you in a little while." Stacy Marie nodded and opened the car door. She was around the front of the car when she released her hold on the sandals she was carrying, letting one fall to the ground. Her back was to Mr. Bennett in the car, but she had the feeling that he was watching her walk away. She stopped and bent straight over at the waist, causing the shorts she was wearing to stretch tight against the ass she was presenting for his pleasure. She picked up the sandal, and looked back at him as she paused before straightening back up. He was indeed still watching her, eyes wide at the moment. She stood back up, and threw him a wink over her shoulder, then continued on into her house. ---------------------------------------- Walking through the main corridor of the mall, Kara bounded alongside Jack with her arm through his. The way that they laughed and talked along their way might have given the average passer-by the idea that they were an average happy couple. "Ah, here we go," Jack motioned with his free hand as they came up on Notes Music Store. "I have to pick up supplies for the trip to the Keys." "Supplies?" Kara asked. She couldn't think of what would constitute supplies that one might need to play music in a club. "Yeah," Jack explained. "A new set of strings, and some backups. I need some picks too, and a new microphone cord." "Oh," Kara replied, having received her answer. As they entered the store, Kara's eye caught a single guitar set on display a few feet inside. She released Jack's arm and bounded over to it. "Oh" she gasped. "It's so pretty!" Jack walked over to inspect it with her. It was indeed a beautiful guitar, a blue and black Gibson Les Paul electric whose gloss was so well polished that the mirror-like shine allowed Kara to adjust her bangs while looking at it. Jack reached out and ran his fingers along the neck of the instrument. "Yeah, I'd love to have a guitar like this. Couldn't use it much live, without a band. But I'd definitely put it to use in a studio." Kara reached out and pulled the tag up so that she could see the price on it. "4,000 dollars?!?" Kara exclaimed, shocked at how much a guitar could cost. "Yeah," Jack answered, still admiring it. "And worth every penny." Kara looked over at him and smiled. It seemed cute to her, in a way, to see him so enamored with it. She could see in his face how, at that moment, in his mind, Jack was somewhere else, playing beautiful melodies with it. Jack let out a sigh as he came back to reality. "I could never afford it though." Kara developed a sad expression on her face when she heard that. She turned her head and looked at him, Jack still admiring the Gibson guitar. Her eyes brightened a little when a thought crossed her mind moments later. When she turned her head back to the front to glance what else might be in the store, she saw an employee behind the counter that held a small glass display case and the register, about 20 feet away. The young blonde that had caught Kara's attention had her head down, thumbing through a magazine or catalog, and hadn't noticed them yet. Kara nudged Jack in the side with her elbow. "Jack, look," she whispered and motioned for him to direct his attention over to the girl she was looking at. When Jack saw her, he immediately recognized her. How could he not? It was Debbie Sullivan, the high school sweetheart that had broken his heart in two when he found out that he had cheated on him one weekend while he was out of town with his family. Jack was flummoxed as he tried to decide how he was going to react. He fully realized that he had never stopped loving her, though he didn't admit that to anyone else. Since they had graduated, he had only talked to her once, about a year ago. That was only a chance run-in at a football game. He had gone to watch Hayley perform as the band played for half-time. Debbie was there to watch her brother, the quarterback of the varsity football team. It had been nothing but awkward, and the two had quickly ended the encounter and went their separate ways. Before he could decide on what he was going to say or do now, though (and it was going to have to be something, seeing as how he had to make a purchase and she was the only one working), Kara had already left him and was over at the counter saying hello to Debbie. Jack sighed, becoming a little apprehensive as to what Kara might say. You could never tell about her. "Hey, Debbie," Kara said when she reached the counter. Debbie looked up from her magazine and was a bit surprised. "Kara...hey," she replied. It was a little to fast for her to see, but Debbie became confused when Kara slid something about the size of a business card or something under the magazine she had been reading. "Take this," Kara instructed, looking over her shoulder to see Jack finally making his way over to them. Debbie saw Jack and looked at Kara, still confused. Kara dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned in towards Debbie. "Don't let Jack see, leave it under the magazine until he goes away. I'll explain before we leave." Debbie nodded her head in understanding Kara's directions, but still was confused as to what it was all about. Her eyes turned to Jack as he reached the two of them, and they brightened. "Hello, Jack." She was thrilled when he smiled back at her. "Hey, Debbie. It's been a while." Returning his smile, Debbie replied, "Yes, it has." ---------------------------------------- Hayley lounged lazily in one of the patio chairs, her skin soaking up the sunlight. Since everyone had gone somewhere else, leaving her the only one at home, she had seized the opportunity to remove her bikini completely to tan in the nude. Her tanning oil covered body glowed bronze. Every once in a while a bead of sweat would slide down and into the towel that was under her. Closed Doors Ep. 02 She was suddenly startled when the sound of a voice popped out from right next to her. Hayley nearly jumped off the lounge chair. "Hey, honey," said the voice, Karen. Hayley let out a heavy sigh when she realized who it was. "Damn, mom. You scared me to death." Karen laughed. "Sorry. Just got back from setting up in the auditorium and thought I would cool off in the pool before I went back." "How's it look?" Hayley asked. "There are a lot of chairs," Karen replied. They both laughed. "So," Karen continued. "No one's home, huh?" Her eyes pointed out that she was alluding to Hayley's normally-covered parts being without cover. "Nope. Kara and Jack went to the mall. Stacy went home, and dad had to go sign some papers. He said to tell you he'd be back in time." Karen nodded, then gave the area a glance around. Hayley went on, "So, I took the bikini off. Trying to blend the tan lines." Karen took another look around. "Good," she commented, proceeding to slide the straps of her red one-piece off her shoulders. With a downward pull, the suit first exposed her beautiful tits, then exposed her bare nether-region before ending up on the patio. Hayley approved. "There you go, mom." "Might as well, right?" Hayley nodded her agreement, and Karen dove into the pool. A few minutes later, Karen climbed out of the water and occupied the chair next to Hayley. "God, that felt good." Hayley started looking over her mother's body, admiring. After they lay there for a few minutes, Hayley had worked up enough courage to ask her mom why she shaved her pussy. "I don't know," Karen began to explain. "One day I just did it, and ended up liking it better that way." "Does it feel that different?" Karen nodded her head. "There is definitely a difference." Karen's eyes opened and looked at her daughter for a moment, pondering this strange line of questioning that had never come from her youngest daughter before. Dismissing it, for the time being at least, she began to get up from the chair. "You know, we should probably be heading in to get ready. I know I need a shower." Both of them stood up and walked into the house nude, picking up the pieces of their clothing laying littered around the patio. ---------------------------------------- Jack was by himself, half picking sets of guitar strings off the shelf, half watching Kara and Debbie across the store. He wondered what they were talking about. Kara and Debbie had liked each other well enough when Jack was dating her, but Kara ultimately sided with her heartbroken stepbrother when she saw how hurt he had been by Debbie's infidelity those two years ago. Now, though, they seemed to be getting along just fine. Kara looked to be doing most of the talking, bent and leaning on the counter, which served to give Jack a quick mental flash back to coffee that morning. Debbie seemed what he was focused on most during this little spying session. Jack had always melted when he saw Debbie. About 5'6", he had always loved that, stood face to face, her head was just the right height to nestle under his chin when she laid her head against his chest. A rich blond color, her hair came down and flowed out into smooth, wide curves at the bottom that came down a few inches below her shoulders. Those deep grey-blue eyes always seemed intertwined with the slight curves at either end of her lips, perpetually locked in a 'come hither' stare. Debbie's body seemed to be the one every designer had designed their clothes for. Everything fit her perfectly, and she filled it with just as much perfection. 'Hourglass' isn't a description you hear a lot anymore, but her breasts shaped and expanded in the perfect symmetry to what her hips and ass did a foot or so below. The two areas connected by a trunk that was thin, but toned and thick enough that she didn't show ribs or anything, just two, low vertical swaths of muscle with a small pool of a belly button nestled in between. The two golden, creamy legs she stood on were a feature that frequently drew looks, her muscles well toned. Even when she was just wearing tennis shoes, as she usually did, the curves of her calves made themselves known, blending their curves into smooth, rolling hills with her thighs. Even now, in her work clothes, she was radiant to him. When they had first started dating, she was a 'proper' girl, a 'good girl', if you will. Sweet and innocent. The dark navy blue polo, khaki skirt and blue and white Sketchers, with what he knew was under it all, radiated sultry and innocent simultaneously. When Jack saw Debbie give him a little wave with her fingertips, hoping it was unnoticeable to Kara, and smiled, Jack immediately jerked his head away, slightly embarrassed. He had let his gaze sit on her just long enough for her to see it. He took the six sets of strings and quickly moved elsewhere in the store. Kara did notice the almost imperceptible wave, though. ---------------------------------------- Dave arrived back at his home about an hour and a half after he left. All he had been able to think about were images of Stacy Marie sitting in the car, and Stacy Marie bending over to pick up her shoe as she walked up the driveway to her house. It was quiet as he entered the foyer. "Anybody home?" he called out. There was no answer. He walked back to the patio doors and looked out at the pool and into the windows of the pool house, but there wasn't anyone out there. It seemed everyone was out at the moment. He decided he might as well shower and get ready for Hayley's graduation. Dave threw his car keys on a small table in the landing by the door and made his way upstairs. As he entered his bedroom, he heard the shower running in the adjacent master bath. Perfect, I'll get in there with Karen and fuck the shit out of her. Better than nothing. He pulled his shirt up and off, over his head, and threw it on the floor in a corner. Quickly, he undid his pants and pulled his legs out of them. Dave was halfway to a full hard on already, as he had been for the past hour, and it was tenting out his boxers. Dave slid out of them and gave his shaft a few strokes of encouragement. It didn't take much to bring it to its full six inches. Sometimes, he thought that meant it was slightly little, but its girth more than made up for any shortcoming in length. Dave made his way proudly through the door to the bathroom, his shaft pointing up and out as it led the way. He stopped short though, as he realized that behind the glass that enclosed the shower stood not Karen, but his daughter Hayley. Hayley's head was back and her eyes were closed. The water from the main shower head cascaded down her body, rinsing away the soapy bubbles. She ran her hands down over her breasts, pausing to squeeze them slightly. Hayley brought her head back to its normal positioning and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't alone in the bathroom. She turned her gaze to her father, and his hard cock. This was the first time Dave had seen his daughter naked since the baths he used to give her when she was little. Try as he might, now he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He couldn't speak, either. Or move. Hayley smiled at him through the glass and turned the shower off. She opened the glass door and greeted him with a "Hey, daddy," like it was the most normal thing in the world to be in this situation, even though it was the first time it had ever happened. "Can you hand me a towel?" She wasn't really uncomfortable, and didn't rush to cover up like most girls would if they were caught without their clothes on. Hayley just casually took the large, white towel from him and began drying herself inside the little shower. All the while, still pretty much fully exposed to daddy, though with her back to him now. While Hayley was drying her hair, Dave finally mustered enough composure to finally speak. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I -- I didn't know you -- I thought it was your mom in here." Hayley smiled. She teased, "Yeah, I could see that." "Oh, god," Dave spit out, looking down at his erection, nervous and embarrassed. "I'm sorry." It seemed he couldn't decide how best to go about covering up, or maybe leaving the room, or whatever else one might do in a situation like this. Hayley stepped out of the shower door, wrapping the towel loosely around her. She pulled the robe she had received for her birthday from a hook on the back of the door and slid it on, letting the towel fall out from underneath it now that she had cover. She turned around to face him and walked towards him. "It's okay, daddy," Hayley began, in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. She paused beside him, raised up on her toes, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "It'll be our little secret." Hayley closed the door on her way out. Dave just stood there for a second. Then he stepped into the shower and turned the water on. With Hayley still fresh in his mind, and a now throbbing erection that had been there for nearly two hours, Dave reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking furiously. ---------------------------------------- The graduation ceremony went as expected. Parents and family cheering wildly as their children walked across the stage, received their diplomas and threw the tassle to the other side of the cap. Of course there were the inevitable antics of excited teenagers who know they're not going to get detention for whatever they might do. One student had painted a smiley face on the top of his cap, which smiled back at everyone sitting in the bleachers. Another bid his school a fond farewell with "Goodbye" in big, white block letters on his cap. The inimitable Jon Sullivan let everyone know that he was naked under his gown by pulling up the back and mooning the audience when he received his certificate, which elicited a simultaneous gasp from the bleachers, and an eruption of applause from the students sitting in their seats on the floor of the auditorium. Dave, Karen and the two siblings in the audience stood up and cheered when the name Hayley Anne Bennett was called and the youngest daughter glided across the stage to receive her diploma. The principal ended by announcing that it was his pleasure to present to the world the Class of 2008, which resulted in red and black caps flying into the air in celebration. Afterwards, the parents socialized with each other, complimenting each other's children while gushing over their own. All the kids congregated in constantly changing groups as they finalized their plans to celebrate that night. Being long time friends, Hayley and Stacy Marie's parents made plans for dinner and a night out, seeing as how the kids would be off at their parties anyways. Dave pulled Jack off to the side when he slipped away from Karen to gather their things to leave. "Do me a favor?" Dave asked, careful not to let anyone overhear what he was about to say. "Sure, dad. What?" "Take Hayley in your car. Give us a five or ten minute head start before you come back to the house." Jack had a knowing grin on his face. "I take it Hayley is going to have a surprise waiting?" "You could say that," Dave replied as he returned a wave from Karen signaling he was on his way back with their stuff so they could leave. "We bought her that car." ---------------------------------------- Hayley's eyes opened wide and she couldn't get out of the car fast enough as she saw what was in the driveway when they returned from the graduation ceremony. Wrapped in a big, white bow, sat a brand new, shiny red convertible Mini Cooper. As soon as Jack brought his car to a complete stop, Hayley flew out of the car and ran up to her present, hopping and squealing with joy. Dave and Karen appeared from inside the house. Hayley ran over to them pulling them into a hug, one arm around each, showering them with kisses on their cheeks. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Hayley squealed, overcome with excitement. Hayley turned and ran back to her new car when she saw her brother and sister had emerged from Jack's car and were now admiring her present. "Isn't it pretty?" she exclaimed. She opened the door and climbed into the drivers seat. "I can't wait to drive it!" "Well," Kara spoke as she opened the passenger door and climbed in. "How about us girls go get you an outfit for the party tonight?" "Yeah?" Hayley excitedly asked. Karen nudged Dave with her elbow, indicating that he needed to give the girls some shopping money. As he walked toward the excited girls in the car, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. He stopped by Hayley's door, thumbing through the few hundred dollars in cash that was stuffed inside. He looked at his two daughters, who were looking back up at him, expectantly. Nothing really needed to be said as he immediately smiled and sighed in defeat, nodding his head. He left the cash alone and handed his American Express to Hayley, who immediately passed it to Kara. "Thank you, daddy. For everything," Hayley said, blowing him a kiss. "You're very welcome, sweetheart," Dave replied. "You girls have fun now." Hayley started the car and Dave and Jack headed towards the front entrance of the house. Karen yelled, "Be careful!" after the carload of girls as they pulled away. ---------------------------------------- Stacy Marie rang the doorbell. There was no answer. She rang it again. Again, there was no answer. She slowly opened the door and poked her head in. "Hello?" she called out for somebody to hear. She was met with further silence. She stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. Scanning left and right, something caught her eye straight ahead out the back door. It was Jack, floating in a lounge chair in the pool, so that's where she headed. Hearing shoes knocking on the patio tile, Jack paddled his chair around to face the house to see who it was. "Stacy," he greeted her. "Hi there, Jack," Stacy Marie responded in a slightly flirtatious tone. "So, what brings you around?" Jack inquired. "Looking for Hayley. We're supposed to go to that party later." "Oh, she and Kara went shopping for something or other. They should be back in an hour or so," Jack explained. "Oh. Well, I am early I guess. You mind if I hang out here for a while?" "Not at all. I would be honored." Stacy Marie blushed, "Cool." She took off her shoes and placed them on one of the poolside lounge chairs, then she sat down on the edge of the pool, letting her legs dangle in the water. "So what party are you going to?" Jack asked. "It's one of those bonfire beach parties. Jon Sullivan's parents have a beach house there. They have a private beach." "Oh yeah, I know Sully. I used to date his sister. Till she cheated on me, anyways." "You should come," Stacy Marie suggested. Jack thought about it for a moment or two, then agreed. "If nothing else, I'll go so I can keep an eye on you two. I know from experience that sometimes crazy shit goes down at Sully's parties." Stacy Marie looked a little surprised. "You mean, like a chaperone?" Jack chuckled. "No, no. Maybe more like a bodyguard. You can do whatever you want to, I'm just going to be there in case something happens." Stacy Marie grew a smile. "Our very own white knight? How sweet." "Yeah," Jack played it off. They were silent then, and trying to think of something to say, a thought crossed Jack's mind. He looked toward the poolhouse and then back to Stacy Marie. "Would you be interested in smoking a bowl with me?" Stacy Marie thought for a second, then answered, "Sure, why not? Seems like a good day to get high.." Jack slid off the floating chair into the water and swam toward the side closest to the poolhouse. As he hoisted himself out of the water, he commented, "It's always a good day to get high." Stacy laughed. "I'll be right back," he said, entering the little glass building. ---------------------------------------- Kara sat in a chair, mindlessly thumbing through a magazine, waiting on Hayley to emerge from the dressing room a few feet away. As it got closer to night, she was growing more and more excited about how the events of the evening were going to turn out once she started executing her plans. She knew Jack was going to flip over his surprise. At least one of them, anyways. That was for sure. "Okay, how about this?" Kara looked up from her magazine to see that Hayley had exited the small dressing room. She looked her up and down, then shook her head. "No." Hayley had picked out this skin tight black dress which barely came down low enough to cover the bottom of her ass. It was a little too slutty, and after Kara had let her know that it was the wrong choice, Hayley decided the same after a glance in the mirror. "Maybe that red one?" Kara suggested. Hayley nodded her head and went back into the dressing room. Kara started to look at her magazine again, but she decided it wasn't even interesting enough to pretend to look at anymore, so she threw it back on the little table in the sitting area. "So, are you excited about tonight?" she inquired to Hayley. "Yeah, I guess," came the disembodied voice on the other side of the dressing room door. "You don't sound very excited." "No, I am." Hayley exited the room. She now had on a looser red dress, though it was still pretty form fitting. Kara cocked her head, examining the outfit. She twirled her finger around in the air, indicating to Hayley that she needed to turn so that Kara could see the back of it. The material that the dress was made of was sort of opaque. It wasn't exactly sheer, but it let enough of what was underneath through that at any angle Kara could see Hayley's dark colored underwear a little. Kara stood up and motioned Hayley back into the room, following behind her. "Come on, let me check something." They disappeared inside, and shut the door behind them. "Okay, what?" Hayley asked, facing the mirror. Kara stood directly behind her. This dressing room wasn't huge or anything, but it was small enough that the sisters were close. Kara reached out and pulled the zipper on the back of the dress down. "You can see through a little. Let's see it without the bra." Hayley nodded her agreement, "Yeah, I was wondering about that." From behind her, Kara slid the dress off of Hayley's shoulders until it fell down, uncovering the top half of her body. She unclasped the bra and Hayley took it off and threw it over on the bench with her other clothes. Kara stopped to look at Hayley in the mirror before helping to put the dress back up. "You have great tits, sis," she complimented. Hayley was a little surprised at the comment. She had never really had a problem with them, but was pleasantly surprised that the compliment came from Kara, who she had always thought was beautiful on a level that she didn't come close to. "Really?" she blushed. Kara smiled at the shyness of Hayley's response. "Yeah, they are perfect. Completely fit you. And, your nipples are only a little different in color. So when we put this dress back up...," Kara elaborated, while at the same time working to zip the dress back up. "...you shouldn't be able to see them. See? Look." Hayley smiled, Kara had been right. The only reason that her underwear had shown through was because they were extremely dark in color, which her pink nipples definitely weren't. "Okay, turn around," Kara directed. Hayley turned to face her big sister. Kara dropped straight down to a crouching position, her head practically level with Hayley's thighs. She took her hands and slid them up under the dress. As she did, she lightly grazed Hayley's thigh, causing her to jump and giggle. "That tickled," Hayley giggled. Kara smiled up at her, "Sorry. The panties are next, you can see them too." Closed Doors Ep. 02 As she got her fingers up to the waistband of Hayley's panties, the material of the dress had caught a ride up with Kara's hands, and as she started to pull the underwear down, Hayley's bare pubic mound came into view. "When did you start shaving it like this?" she asked her little sister, while she finished pulling the panties down and onto the floor. "Umm...today, I guess," Hayley replied as she stepped out of the garment around her ankles and turned back around to face the mirror. Kara, as the big sister, felt it was her duty to tease at that bit of information. "Oh really?" she began, with a big smile on her face. She stood back up behind Hayley and in the mirror could see her little sister's cheeks getting redder. "Is there a special someone tonight?" Both girls erupted into a fit of giggling. "There was no one home earlier today, so me and mom were laying out by the pool nude. I asked her why she did it, and she said that she liked it better that way. I thought it might feel nice, so I did it in the shower before graduation." Kara perked her head up, not missing a piece of that explanation that she wasn't sure whether or not Hayley had meant to slip in there. "Do you think it feels nice?" Hayley was quickly trying to think of an explanation. "Yeah..." "Have you felt it on yourself yet?" "Just in the shower right after it was done." Kara moved forward, close against Hayley's back. Putting her lips next to Hayley's ear, she whispered, "Don't you wonder how it feels to be touched without any hair down there in the way?" Hayley was silent, staring at the reflection in the mirror of her sister whispering in her ear. Before she could give Kara an answer, her big sister slid her right hand under the back of the dress, gracefully gliding her soft hand up Hayley's ass and around her smooth hip towards the front. "Kara..." she whispered hesitantly. Hayley tensed up as Kara's hand moved over the front of her thigh and rubbed over the flesh and the slit that only hours ago had been covered by a thin sheen of hair. It did feel good. It felt wonderful. Instinctively, as a reaction, Hayley parted her legs a little, allowing the gentle hand access to the lips and fold between her legs. She closed her eyes. With her lips still against the ear as they were before, Kara whispered, "So, do you think that its better?" Hayley let out a little sigh and nodded her head, eyes still closed. Kara rubbed her lips lightly against the curve of Hayley's ear before she breathed, "Does it feel good?" into it. Her hand slipped further between Hayley's legs and she gave the fleshy strips of skin where the legs met the body on either side of the thin slit a few massaging presses. As she began to pull her hand back out, she couldn't resist the naughtiness of the situation and allowed her middle finger to split the folds apart. The tip of her finger collected Hayley's dew before it grazed across a small, exposed part of the clit. Hayley shuttered from the sensation, and felt Kara withdraw her hand, allowing the fabric of the dress to drop back into place against her skin. With her eyes still closed, she felt Kara shift away slowly. Kara looked at Hayley's sweet, innocent reflection in the mirror. Maybe she would have to make room in tonight's plan for a surprise for little sister as well. The thought of what it might be excited her all the more as ideas started to flash through her head. "Kara?" Hayley finally spoke, opening her eyes and looking at herself in the mirror. "Yeah?" "I can't not wear underwear to this party. Besides, I want to wear the ones mom got me yesterday," she explained. "Yeah," Kara agreed. "This dress didn't really work anyways. Let's find you something else." Kara undid the zipper of Hayley's dress again, then turned and exited the dressing room. She turned her head back when she had gotten a few steps away, and saw that red dress hit the floor at Hayley's feet through the hole that's always missing at the bottom of dressing room doors. She smiled to herself. ---------------------------------------- Stacy Marie sat there swirling the water with her feet. While he was gone, she thought about how much of a crush she had had on Jack for a while now. She was hoping that his going to this party tonight might give her an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy or two. Jack came out of the poolhouse, bowl in hand, and sat down beside Stacy Marie. He lit the bowl and took a good hit, trying to hold it in for as long as possible while passing it over to Stacy Marie. She wasn't nearly as successful with it, triggering a fit of coughing. Jack cracked up laughing as he took the bowl back. "You gotta take it easy," he advised. "This is really good shit, go easy when you hit it." When the pot had been smoked, Jack placed the bowl gently down on the patio, and slid back into the pool. When he came back up to the surface, he looked over at Stacy Marie. "The water is awesome. You should get in." "I can't. I didn't bring a bathing suit," she said. Jack shrugged and proceeded to float aimlessly around in the pool. "Well this sucks," Stacy Marie blurted out. "You get to swim around while this is as close as I get." She kicked her legs, splashing water at Jack, to indicate her point. "Yeah, that does suck. The pot makes the water feel that much better." He grew silent as a thought occurred to him. "Can't you just use your bra and panties? They're pretty much the same as a bikini, aren't they?" Stacy Marie looked like she was weighing the option in her head. After about a minute of the two staring back and forth at each other, she pulled her legs out of the water and stood up. Stacy looked at Jack as she gave herself one last chance to weigh the decision, then she grabbed the hem of her tiny blue tube top and pulled it up over her head. She threw it over on the chair that held her shoes, and readjusted the black strapless bra she had on to make sure it was covering what it should. Reaching to her right side, she undid the latch at her hip which let the already loose skirt she was wearing drop to the patio. She stepped out of it and placed it with the rest of her stuff. She looked at Jack again. "You know this means I'll have to do my hair again, don't you?" "It'll be worth it, I promise." Stacy Marie nodded her head in acknowledgment, took a breath, and jumped in. When she surfaced, she took a moment to assess how the water felt. "Wow." "Didn't I promise you?" Jack smiled. "Yeah. You weren't wrong," Stacy Marie admitted. "This feels great." They treaded around for a while, then Jack got back up in his floating chair. An idea came to Stacy Marie as she noticed that he was floating in the part of the pool where you would land from the diving board. So, she swam over to the ladder and climbed out of the pool, moving to the diving board. With Jack's eyes closed, he wouldn't even see it coming. She took a couple of bouncy steps across the plank and jumped off the end, pulling herself into a ball. When she hit the water, right next to the chair, a big wave of water hit Jack. It so surprised him that he lost his balance and fell off into the water. "Damn, that was unexpected," Jack said when he surfaced. Stacy Marie burst into a fit of laughter. "You think that's funny?" Jack said, mock-angry, and began to move towards her. Stacy Marie started to swim away, and turned. It was then that she realized that her bra was no longer fastened. The impact of her cannonball had caused the front clasp of her bra to come open, and with no straps to hold it on, Stacy saw it floating across the pool. Out of instinct, she covered herself with her left arm, trying to keep afloat with her right as she searched for a thought of what she should do next, while her eyes were wide and cheeks red with embarrassment. Not having moved away from the advancing Jack, though, meant that before she had time to do anything, Jack was there. He didn't really realize that she was suddenly topless as he swam up behind her. He grabbed her by the hips, and because she wasn't strong enough to break away from him, the next thing she knew was that Jack had lifted and thrown her across the pool. "That'll teach you," Jack teased. When Stacy Marie got herself right side up and her head above the water, she looked over at Jack and saw him lifting her bra out of the water. "I think you lost something," he teased again. "Alright, give it back," Stacy commanded as she swam towards Jack's end of the pool. "Nope, it's mine now," Jack said with a sly grin. "Spoils of war." Stacy Marie made it to him, futilely trying to grab her bra from his hands. Reaching around in all the different directions he was moving her garment in was causing Stacy's bare chest to rub against Jack's. Jack recognized the feeling of soft breasts and hard nipples. Realizing that it was useless to keep trying to grab it, Stacy Marie resigned herself to defeat. "Fine," she said in pseudo-frustration. "I don't care. Feels better without it anyways." She started swimming around in the water with a look that was meant to point out that she was totally fine with the situation, though inside she was a little embarrassed. But as the seconds passed, that seemed to fade away. It turned out, she realized, that it did actually feel better with nothing encumbering her tits. And the fact that they were now on display for Jack could only be a help to her still-forming seductive plan for this night. Stacy Marie decided to test the figurative waters a little further. "Fine then," she started. "If I have to be naked, then so do you." ---------------------------------------- "Skinnydipping?" Jack replied, pleasantly surprised. "Alright." Jack threw the bra as far away from the pool as he could manage and reached down into the water, removing his trunks. "Ah, this is much better." He launched the shorts in the same way as the bra, then turned back to face Stacy. "Your turn now." Stacy Marie was a little surprised by Jack's acceptance of her suggestion. But it had been her idea, she reminded herself. She ducked under the water and returned a few seconds later, panties in hand. She threw them on the patio, but not nearly as far away as Jack had thrown his. She wanted to be able to grab them quickly if she needed to, there was no telling when and if somebody might show up while the two were playing this game of whatever-it-was that was developing. A period of comfortable silence developed as they both enjoyed how the water felt. Jack couldn't help but gaze at Stacy Marie, floating on her back. Her breasts curved off her body above the surface of the water in the smoothest, rounded mounds. Her nipples, hard from the cool water, pointed proudly towards the sky. Areolas about the size of a half-dollar were just a shade more pink than the skin they were placed on. Moving his gaze down her body, the toned muscles of her abs just broke the water line, holding a tiny pool of the water in her navel, like an oasis in the desert. Jack could feel himself starting to get hard as he moved his eyes further down her form. A little tuft of hair would pop in and out of the water a little each time Stacy Marie would move her legs in her effort to stay afloat. Seeing enough of the spot where her thighs met her hips to discern that she kept her patch well-trimmed, Jack appreciated the hue of the hair being the same color as the dark blonde of her head. Jack was definitely getting aroused as he admired his sister's best friend, wondering why he hadn't before now. "Hey," Jack started, interrupting the silence. "You think we should see how the hot tub feels too?" Stacy Marie glanced over at him and smiled. "Definitely." "Cool. I'll be right back then," Jack said, making his way back to his poolhouse. ---------------------------------------- Kara's phone chirped an alert notifying her of a new message received. She brought the text up on the screen: SOMETHING CAME UP. LEAVING HERE IN 20 MIN. GET HERE BEFORE. "Hayley, what would be the chances of you being alright with me abandoning you here?," Kara asked. "I only have twenty minutes to get somewhere I have to be." Hayley nodded her head. "No problem. I'm almost done here anyways. How are you going to get there? Do you want me to take you?" Kara contemplated the question, then answered, "I'll just get a taxi." "Are you sure?" Kara nodded. "Okay. See you later, then." Hayley gave Kara a goodbye hug then Kara was off to find herself a taxi. ---------------------------------------- Stacy Marie was getting excited as she swam towards the end of the pool next to the hot tub. "What's happening here?" she thought. "He's flirting with me too, right?" She asked herself. The fact that Jack had spent the last several minutes staring at her in the water did not escape her. In fact, she purposefully stayed floating like that, hoping to entice him. But was she reading the whole situation wrong? Might she not have to wait until tonight for something to happen? She was pretty sure that he was getting a little excited. Jack didn't have a full erection when he climbed out of the pool, she had seen. But it did seem a little thick. In the pool, there had been plenty of space between them. She was curious to see what would happen when they were right next to each other in the more intimate hot tub. Stacy Marie grabbed the ladder and climbed out of the pool. She stood in place for a second and pulled her wet hair back, knowing that the glass walls of the little structure meant that Jack would almost definitely see her. And she wanted him to. Jack ended up ripping a hole in the joint the was rolling when he saw Stacy Marie climb out of the pool. He was amazed that he had never once realized how hot she was, and he had known her for years. Standing like this, the breasts that he though were so excellent while she was floating in the pool were even more striking as gravity rounded their shape a little more. A smooth slope curving out as it flowed away from her body down to those perky nipples before the bottom of her globes formed a perfectly rounded curve back into her body. He watched as she ran her hands down the front of her body from her breasts down through that cute tuft of hair at her mound, clearing some of the water off her body. Jack realized how soft she must feel when she had to bend forward slightly to continue her hands down her thighs and the gentle sway of the mounds hanging down indicated as much. Jack decided to forego rolling a joint and just packed his bowl as quickly as he could. Seeing Stacy's body was getting him hard rather quickly and he wanted to get to the hot tub as soon as possible to avoid having to cross the deck with an 8-inch cock standing out in front of him, which would soon be the case. When Jack emerged from the poolhouse, Stacy Marie had to look. She took in a short gasp as her eyes locked onto his penis. There was no doubt now that he was getting hard. She smiled and lowered herself into the hot tub, feeling a wetness between her thighs that wasn't the water. Jack eased himself into the water across from Stacy Marie. "Oh my god," Jack exclaimed, taking in the feeling of the warm water and the jets. He lit the bowl, took a hit, and passed it over to Stacy Marie. She smiled when she didn't cough at all this time. Stacy Marie made a decision to test the waters a little further, in a manner of speaking. "So," she said. "Are you seeing anybody these days?" She passed the bowl back. Jack shook his head. "Nope. I was, but we split a week or so before I came home." He took his turn, then handed the pot back across the bubbling water. "I decided I wasn't gonna let it bother me, though. I'm just going to have fun this summer. Nothing serious, no drama, which I'm definitely tired of. Just hang out." "Seems like a good plan," Stacy Marie observed, taking the last hit. "I'm sure you'll find someone to have fun with." Jack thought about it. "Maybe," he said. "But I'm not going to try to find it. I'll just let whatever happens happen." Stacy Marie smiled and nodded her head. Then she started giggling. The buzz was getting to her. "What?" Jack asked. Stacy Marie calmed back down for a moment or two. "Nevermind," she said as she shot him a grin. "Come on, what is it?" Stacy Marie stared at him for a moment, deciding whether or not to divulge her current thoughts. "Did Hayley ever tell you I used to have a crush on you?" "Really?" Jack replied, knowing that was the case, yet surprised with her confession. Stacy Marie nodded her head. Trying not to embarrass her, Jack said, "No, she never said anything. Why didn't you ever say anything?" "I was always too nervous. Besides, you always had a girl." "Do you still?" Jack asked, full well knowing the answer, but playing along with this little game. "Still what? Do I still have a crush on you?" "Yeah," Jack said, his cock almost fully hard under the water, anticipating where this little charade was about to lead. Stacy Marie didn't say anything. She just nodded her head a little, with a slightly embarrassed grin on her downward turned face. They both sat there in silence, a tension building between them. Jack kept his gaze on her, contemplating what would come next. For her part, Stacy Marie stole little glances up at Jack, wondering the same thing. And then, a decision was made. Jack reached across and took one of her hands in his. Stacy Marie was wide-eyed and smiling as he pulled her over to him, and she fell into him. Sliding her hands up his toned chest, Stacy regained her balance when she braced her arms on his shoulders. In the water, Jack's hands found their place on Stacy's hips. They took the moment to lock eyes, faces just inches apart. Then, Stacy Marie lowered her lips to his. At the moment the pair of lips made contact, the kiss became wildly passionate. Still locked in the kiss, Jack slid his hands up Stacy's waist. She twisted her hips a little from the tickle of his touch. As his hands kept ascending to her breasts, Jack was vindicated in his accurate imaginings of the feel of her skin and the softness of her breasts. They were firm enough to hold their shape, but plush to the touch when the slight pressure of his hands met them. Stacy Marie purred into his mouth as he slid his palms up over her nipples and brought his hands back down and around her tits, clutching them in his firm grasp. Stacy Marie took one hand from his shoulder and slid it down his chest and down into the water. Running it down and along the inside of his thigh, she gave his balls a slight massage as she brought her hand back up to grab his solid erection. It was bigger than she had imagined it would be. She was a little worried about handling the thick member, the only other dick she had any experience with was only about half this size. 'God, high school boys,' ran through her mind. It then excited her that she was about to feel a real cock. Jack was definitely fully aroused the moment he felt Stacy Marie's fingers wrap around his cock. When she started stroking it slowly up and down, he decided that no one could ever have done it better. Eager to reciprocate, Jack slid a hand back down Stacy Marie's body. Under the surface of the bubbling water, his fingers found her mound, and teased around the hair on it. His middle finger was the first to come across the top of her slit. Pushing his hand farther down, the longest finger found its way into the groove, the fingertip grazing Stacy's wet, swollen bud as the invasion spread her lips apart. Jack immediately distinguished her wetness from the water, and there was no doubt in his mind that she was as hot as he was. Gliding his hand back and forth a few times, his fingertips playfully teasing around her clit, his middle finger took the lead again, finding her waiting hole. Gently, he slid the finger up inside her and she raised her body up slightly as she took it inside her. Stacy gripped his cock a little tighter in return for the pleasure. Closed Doors Ep. 02 Stacy Marie broke the kiss when Jack slid a second finger inside her, causing her breathing to sharpen. She closed her eyes and dropped her head. Jack positioned the thumb of the hand that was stroking her to graze her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her slick tunnel. She started moaning softly and brought her hand back up from his shaft and repositioned it on his shoulder in an effort to steady her own body. Jack applied a little more pressure with his thumb, now steady on her clit, massaging it around in a circle as he started to push his fingers inside her as deep as he could. "Ooh...fuck...oh....oh God," Stacy Marie managed to utter, getting increasingly louder until finally her whole body went stiff and started trembling in orgasm. "Ooooooooooh," was all she could manage to sound out as the wave racked her naked body. It took about a minute for her explosion to completely wash over her. She laid her head down on his shoulder when she came down and rested for a few moments. When she raised her head back up, Stacy Marie grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her lips hard against his, probing his tongue with hers. When she pulled back from the embrace, she raised her body up and floated around to face away from him. The seat in the hot tub wouldn't have allowed her to mount him face to face. Stacy Marie turned her head back to his lips and locked onto them with hers. She swiftly ran her down into the water between her spread legs and found his cock again. She lowered herself slightly over it, the head of his swollen dick raking back across her clit as she positioned it against her entrance. A slight chill of apprehension ran over her as she prepared to mount this large rod. She broke the kiss and drew a sharp breath as the head popped in when she began lowering herself onto him. She had to pause for a moment, adjusting to this invader spreading her more open than she had ever been. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid down, eventually taking his entire cock into her. She didn't move again when she finally had encompassed the whole thing. It was a feeling she let envelop her, being this full. She was definitely through with high school boys. A man's cock is what she had to have from now on. A long, low moan emerged from her throat. Jack ran his palms out across her thighs, turning them inward as he brought them back along the inside of them. His fingers interlaced briefly as they met running across her swollen mound. They continued up to encompass her breasts as he grasped them and pulled her back against his chest. Stacy Marie let her eyes close and began her first slide up his cock, and slowly lowered herself back down on it. She repeated this for a few more strokes, gradually adjusting to the size of the erection inside her. When she started increasing her rhythm, her pussy squeezing around his cock as it stroked up and down, Jack took his cue and started thrusting up to meet her. In short order, it became fast and powerful. Stacy Marie turned her head back around to find his lips with hers, tongues intertwining. Jack took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them in his palms, each hand pausing for a moment to pinch her nipples while the other continued its massage. Jack knew they were both on the verge of cumming. At that moment he started thrusting up harder, wrapping one arm around her waist to help pull her down harder, while the other hand jumped back down to her pussy. The middle finger once again found her swollen clit, eliciting a squeal from her. He started quickly flicking the side of his finger back and forth across it. Stacy Marie quickly broke the kiss and snapped her head back to the front. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she started to chant quickly. "I'm gonna -- oh fuck, harder -- I'm gonna cum." ---------------------------------------- A taxi pulled into the driveway of the Bennett home. As Kara handed the driver payment for the ride, she leaned forward over the front seat and gave the man a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks again, cutie." "My pleasure, ma'am," he replied as Kara leaned back, opened her door, and exited the car. Entering the house, Kara didn't even have time to call out to whoever might be home when she noticed a pair of figures through the glass doors directly ahead that led out back. They were almost completely intertwined. They were in the hottub on the farthest end of the swimming pool. She decided on getting a better look. ---------------------------------------- Jack turned it up full force yanking Stacy Marie down as hard as his arm would, competing with the force that his thrusts were slamming his cock up inside her with. The hand that had been stimulating her button quickly relocated to around her waist as Jack felt himself enter the final stretch. Stacy Marie threw her head back, eyes closed, trying to scream but no sound could make its way out of her lungs as her orgasm erupted like lightning throughout her body. The walls of her pussy clamped down around Jack's dick and he didn't slam as hard and deep as he could inside her three more times before a final push resulted in a volcanic eruption of his cum spilling out inside of her. Unlike Stacy Marie, sound did come out of Jack when he came, and if anyone was anywhere nearby they definitely would have heard the deep, satisfied howl that sounded as the gargantuan orgasm hit. Stacy Marie collapsed down into Jack, resting her head back against his shoulder, his arms still wrapped around her. He was breathing heavy into her ear. They held themselves like that, his cock still buried inside her, until their breathing stabilized. "Well, that was definitely fun," Jack whispered into her ear. Stacy Marie smiled a satisfied little grin. "Oh god, yes." ---------------------------------------- Trying to conceal herself as best as she could, it didn't take Kara anytime at all to realize one figure was Jack, and the other - Stacy Marie. Kara had been right: Stacy Marie was a wildcat. -------------------------- To be continued.... Closed Doors Ep. 03 ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode THREE "ECSTACY" Jack sat soaking in the hot tub. It had been about ten minutes since Stacy Marie had left, and he was still reeling in the aftermath of the coupling that had occurred. He could still taste her lips. They tasted sweet. A flash of light at the house caught his attention. When he looked, he realized that the light was the reflection of the sun on the door being opened. Kara walked out and headed toward Jack. Locked into a dumbfounded stare, Jack felt his cock awakening from its nap as Kara got closer. Although it was just a simple, basic bikini, the way the yellow material contrasted with the bronzed tone of her tan made you think it was custom made just for her. Around her waist was a wrap made of a see through material, the sole purpose of which seemed to be to tease, thinking you were lucky enough to glimpse her naughty places. And tease it did. "You okay there, Jack?" Kara asked, sitting down on the lounge chair that was closest to the hot tub. Jack snapped out of his stupor. "Wha--, what? Yeah, I'm okay," he stammered. A little sly grin appeared on Kara's lips, knowing she had mesmerized him. "Good. It seemed like you spaced out for a minute." "Oh, that's probably the bowl I smoked a half an hour ago," Jack explained, hoping this would be a good enough excuse to cover his lechery. Kara's eyes perked up with excitement. "Ya got anymore?" "Oh, hell yeah," Jack bragged. "The last bar I played at paid me with a quarter-pound. It's excellent shit, too." Kara's smile got real wide, and when Jack saw the look on her face, he had to laugh to himself. "You wanna go smoke some?" he asked., full well knowing the answer. "Absolutely." "Cool. Umm..." Jack began, feeling a bit awkward at what he just realized. "Can you just hand me my trunks?" Kara cocked her head slightly. Jack pointed over to where his wet trunks lay about 15 feet away. "And what are they doing all the way over there?" Kara teased. She knew the answer, she had seen what had resulted from Jack being without his trunks, but she didn't want to let on that she knew, from seeing it, that Jack had just finished fucking Stacy Marie. Jack looked at her for a moment. "Because....that's where I threw them." "Well," Kara began teasing. "If you were the one who put them there, then why do I have to be the one that gets them? Clean up your own messes." "Well, I can't do it. I don't have any clothes on," he pointed out. Although he and Kara had stolen glances of each other barely clothed, and copped the occasional feel, they had never been nude in front of each other. Kara grinned, "Well, that will teach you." Jack looked at her, contemplating whether or not he should just get out, naked or not. "You're really not going to get them for me?" he asked, double checking what he already felt was decided on her part. "Nope," she replied matter-of-factly, the slight curve of the right side of her lips belying the fact that she was entirely enjoying this situation Jack had found himself in. Jack just shrugged and thought 'Well, what the hell?' and stood up to get out of the water. Kara's eyes opened wide as far as they could and she gasped in awe when she saw his semi-erect cock come out of the water. "Oh, my god," Kara exclaimed, covering her mouth to try to muffle her giggles. "You really are naked." "Yep," he smiled, stretching out his arms for effect. Climbing out of the pool, he couldn't help but notice that her gaze had locked onto his dick. Which, in turn, got a little stiffer from the attention. A knowing smile formed on his face. He had stared at her during her entrance, now she was staring at him during his exit. When he started walking to the poolhouse, Kara broke out of her zone. "What about your trunks?" "Well, you've just seen everything there is to see. Don't really need them now, do I?" "I guess not," Kara uttered, rising from her chair. "Besides, I've got clean, dry clothes in there," Jack pointed out. Kara nodded her acknowledgement and followed behind him into the retreat. She was surprised when, instead of turning left where his clothes were, he went to the right and towards the desk, still naked, and not really seeming to care. "Aren't your clothes over there in the closet?" she asked. Although, she wasn't really sure now that she even wanted him to cover up his lovely body. Her sight was still mainly focused on his fattening cock, and his muscular ass. Without looking at her, he replied, "Yeah. Just give me a second." Jack shuffled through a couple of drawers. "Aha!" he exclaimed, victoriously, apparently having found what he was searching for. He turned around to face Kara, now rattling a prescription pill bottle in his right hand. "What are those?" Kara asked, trying her best to look at his face and not let her gaze drop down to his crotch, which was closer to her now than it had been outside. "Xanax. I thought we might 'partake' of these as well." he smiled. "My little 'pharmaceutical' surprise." "Totally," she concurred. Jack put the bottle down on the desk. "You bust some up, while I get something to put on." Kara nodded her head, starting towards the desk. A little disappointed that her brother was now covering up, she decided that the relaxation that the little blue nerve pills would give was appropriate compensation. Jack headed over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black linen pajama pants. Kara stole one last look back at Jack, catching a final glimpse of his toned ass before he managed to pull his pants on. When Kara finished cutting the crushed tablets into lines, Jack grabbed a cut-off drinking straw from the middle desk drawer and handed it to her. "Ladies first," he offered. "I'm almost done with this," motioning to the green bud that he was breaking into smaller and smaller pieces. Kara took the tube and bent over, bringing her face down over a line, and suctioned the cool feeling powder into her nose. Jack couldn't keep from stealing several looks over, admiring the shape of Kara's perfect cantaloupe mounds that so perfectly suited her as they hung down under her. They jiggled with each of her movements since gravity and her bikini top didn't have the same snug hold as they would have had she been standing upright. "Hell yeah," she declared, sniffing forcefully a handful of times to make sure to suck back all of the drug that may have still remained in her nostril. Without saying anything else, Kara turned around and walked over to Jack's bed and sat down on it. Deciding that sitting upright wasn't comfortable enough at that moment, she let herself fall back to a more horizontal position on the mattress, her legs dangling down over the edge. --------------------------------- It looked like a chaotic car dealership in front of Sully's beach house as Jack and Kara pulled up to the party. There were cars parked haphazardly everywhere. "Shit, where are we going to park?" Jack asked, rhetorically really, while he scanned around the area for a spot to slide his Sentra into. It wasn't a big car, but it looked like anywhere they would get to park was going to be a squeeze. Kara spotted a car pulling out to leave. "Look," she pointed out. "Just wait a minute and park there." Jack nodded agreement. "While we're waiting," Kara began, while digging into her pocket. "Time for your first surprise." She pulled out a little baggie that looked like it had 15 or 20 round, white pills in it. Jack smiled. "Is that X?" Kara smiled back, and nodded. "The cleanest, purest Ecstasy you'll find for 500 miles." She unsealed the bag. "Hold out your hand." Jack did as she asked and she dumped out three tablets into his palm. "Shit," she exclaimed. "I was going to give you two. Oh well, enjoy." Jack smiled, "Takes about an hour or so, right?" "Yep," Kara answered, dumping out three for herself. "Well," Jack began, holding his palm up like a toast. "Cheers!" He tossed them in his mouth and swallowed, while Kara smiled at his enthusiasm and followed suit. The car had pulled out and Jack deftly slid his car into the vacant parking space. As they got out, something occurred to Jack about something Kara had said. He stopped her as she started towards the party. "Hey!" Kara paused, turned her head, and gave Jack a 'what?' look. "First surprise?" Kara smiled, said nothing, turned back around and headed toward the front door. Jack just shrugged. If he knew Kara, she loved her surprises. And past experience told him that when she acted about them the way she was acting now, he always ended up liking them. He shut the driver's side door, hit the lock button on his keychain and caught up with her as she entered the house. --------------------------------- The party was in full swing by the time that Jack and Kara had gotten inside. They had to wade through a sea of people as they made their way through the beach house. They looked around trying to catch sight of either Hayley or Stacy Marie, but all they could see were bikini clad bodies, bouncing to the music blasting from an unseen stereo, and the guys who were grinding against them. Over in a corner, which hosted an L-shaped sectional couch and a large coffee table, a group of five or six guys and a couple of girls had set up a hooka and were taking turns smoking the pot through one of a few hoses. Lines of coke were being snorted up from a glass-topped table nearby. "Maybe they're out back on the beach," Jack yelled to Kara over the din. Kara nodded her head in agreement. "You go ahead," she shouted back. "I'm gonna find the bathroom." Jack nodded his acknowledgement, and warned her teasingly, "You be a good girl, now." She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him as she turned and disappeared into the crowd. "Hey, Jack!" came a voice from the crowd. Jack turned to see who was calling him and discovered Nate trying to make his way over. Jack and Nate had been lifelong friends. "Nate! Man, what is up?" Jack shouted, grabbing Nate's hand for a shake and pulling him into one of those quick 'guy' hugs. "Man, when did you get in?" Nate asked. "Last night. Hayley's birthday," Jack replied. "Yeah, Hayley. She's looking good, bro." Jack shot him a warning look. "She's off limits to you." Nate laughed. "Man, you're no fun. Plenty of other ass here though," he said, surveying the room. Suddenly, Jack and Nate were nearly tackled from behind. They both turned immediately to see who their attacker was. It was none other than the mooning graduate, Jon Sullivan. Jack had dated his sister, Debbie, for a nearly a year until he found out she was cheating on him. "Sully!" Jack shouted, shaking his hand. "Hey man, glad you could make it!" Sully looked down and frowned. "Where's your drink?" "I just got here," Jack explained. "Well, goddamn, man," Sully said, pushing Jack towards the kitchen and the counter overstocked with liquor that it held. "Let's get you fixed up." As he was being ushered away, Jack took a quick glance back on the chance that Hayley was in here somewhere, but he only glimpsed Kara, at the coke table, three guys with their eyes locked on her ass as she was bent straight over in front of them, doing lines. --------------------------------- Out on the beach, next to the bonfire, Hayley and Stacy Marie giggled as various guys walked by, not hiding the fact that they were checking the pair out. "So, you said Jack was going to come?" Hayley asked Stacy Marie. "Yeah," Stacy answered, taking a sip of her marguerita. "He offered to be our protector." That made Hayley giggle. Hayley silently sipped her drink as she locked eyes with a junior that was walking by at that moment, admiring her. She had to admit that she was proud of herself tonight. Kara's help in picking out an outfit was invaluable. The jean miniskirt hugged the curve of her waist and was short enough to be incredibly alluring, showing off her toned and tanned legs, but not so short that her ass was hanging out. Which, she thought to herself, wouldn't have been that bad, as she was wearing the new panties her mother had given to her as a birthday gift. The matching lacy, black bra was mostly hidden under a baby blue top that laced up in the front. Just the lace running along the top of her cups stuck out visibly from under the low neckline. The laces that held her shirt together sculpted the sides to trace the curves of her waist and helped direct attention to the looser area at the top of the shirt that stretched, not entirely unlike a shower cap might, over her breasts. The bunny ear knot that cinched the laces tight was no different than the ones that were tied on the white tennis shoes she was wearing. "So," Stacy Marie began, pulling Hayley's attention away from that passing junior. "Now that we've had a few drinks, I need to tell you something." Hayley became suddenly intrigued at what it might be that would require her to have a buzz before she could be told. "You know when you got back from shopping," Stacy Marie continued. "I was fixing my hair and makeup in your room?" Hayley nodded her affirmation as she sipped some more of her cocktail. "Well, that wasn't because I was running late, like I told you." Hayley cocked an eyebrow, wondering now where this was going. Stacy Marie nervously continued, not entirely sure how Hayley was going to react to the information she was about to reveal. "I had to redo it all because I had ended up in the pool with Jack while I was waiting on you." Hayley was a little confused. "Why would you lie about that?" "Well, we got high," Stacy continued to explain. "And because I didn't have a suit with me, we ended up skinny-dipping." "Oh my god!" Hayley giggled. Then, in a hushed whisper, "Did you get to see anything?" Stacy Marie giggled too, though hers was more to the nervousness in revealing the final fact. "Yeah," she started. "I felt it too." Hayley's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Stacy Marie finished her explanation with, "When we had sex in the hot tub." Hayley was silent for a full minute, staring at Stacy Marie, shocked at her admission. Then fire burned in her eyes, and she immediately did an about face and stormed off towards the house. "Hayley!" Stacy Marie called after her, but it was no use. Stacy knew that, at this moment, it would only make it worse to try to force a conversation about it. She dropped her head and sighed, resigned to the fact that she had caused some sort of major problem. The only thing she could think to do at the moment was to down the rest of her cocktail, which she did. --------------------------------- "Hayley! There you are!" Kara called out when she saw Hayley enter through the door that was next to the druggie corner. "Sorry guys," Kara said to the guys who had been leering at her. She dropped the tube back down on the glass table. "It's been fun. Thanks for the lines." Kara hopped over to Hayley who was still on the move deeper into the house. "Hey, hey," she said, grabbing Hayley's elbow to get her to stop for a second. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Just need to get away from everyone for a minute." Kara looked around, then had an idea. "Come on," she said, pulling Hayley by the elbow and leading her down the hallway. They reached a door, Kara opened it to check inside. It was the bathroom. "Here we go," Kara said, pulling her sister inside and shutting the door behind them. "So what's wrong?" Kara asked while she was checking herself in the mirror. "Nothing, just a bit of news. It's not important. I just needed a chance to calm back down." Kara looked over at Hayley, judging her explanation, ultimately giving her the benefit of the doubt and accepting it. This opened an opportunity, it suddenly occurred to her. She reached down into her pocket and pulled out a small baggie with several white tablets inside. "Here," she said, dumping a couple out into her palm. "This will help you." Hayley looked at the pills, deciding whether or not she wanted them. "What are they?" she asked. "Can I tell you later? I promise they'll make you feel good. Would I ever do anything to hurt you?" Hayley relented, and took the tablets from Kara's hand. "No, I know you wouldn't. Thanks." Kara poured her some water in a Dixie cup and handed it to her, and Hayley sent the pills floating down the back of her throat. --------------------------------- "So you brought some weed, right?" Nate blurted out. Jack looked at him with an 'are you kidding?' look. Sully just started laughing. "Yeah, some good green. You still got that huge bowl?" Jack asked Sully. Sully nodded, "Yeah, it's in my room." "Well, let's do this somewhere else, I don't want to have to get the whole party high. And I don't really want to smoke with the kids," Jack said pointing to the couches where the hooka was. Everyone around it looked like they were already too stoned to even do the breathing necessary to inhale. "We can go back to my room," Sully offered. "Sounds good," Jack agreed. But at that moment, his attention had been half diverted out to the deck where he saw Stacy Marie standing alone. Jack reached in his pocket and pulled out a sandwich baggie rolled around an inch thick strip of bud that was inside of it. He handed it off to Nate. "You guys get started, I'll meet you back there," he said. "I'm gonna see if she wants to join us." Sully and Nate looked to see who Jack was talking about. "Yeah. Get her," Nate suggested, emphatically. "She is hot." Jack nodded his head, amused at Nate being 'Nate', and left his two friends. Sully tapped Nate on the shoulder, "Come on." They went in the opposite direction, back towards the bedrooms. --------------------------------- Kara and Hayley were sitting in Debbie's room on her bed. Debbie was sifting through her purse on the dresser nearby. She pulled out the credit card Kara had slipped her earlier at the mall and handed it back to its owner. "So everything went alright?" Kara asked, slipping the card into her pocket. "No problem at all," Debbie answered. Hayley threw Kara a confused, questioning look. "A little surprise for Jack," Kara informed her, patting her on the knee. Hayley giggled, not about a surprise for Jack, but because, for some reason, it tickled a little, which she wouldn't have expected from an everyday pat. But she dismissed it as 'whatever'. "Can you help me get it out of the closet? I had to hide it from my brother." "Sure," Kara said, getting up and joining Debbie as she opened the French doors. Hayley got off the bed and started wandering around the room looking at knickknacks and pictures that were placed around on dressers and walls. She found a framed 4x6 of Debbie and Jack in high school. They looked happy in the picture, Debbie standing behind Jack with her arms wrapped around his waist, the biggest smile for the camera on her face over his shoulder. She set it back down on the dresser. "That was from Spring Break our junior year," Debbie said, now standing beside Hayley. "You looked happy," commented Hayley. Debbie slightly readjusted the frame. "We were," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. Hayley looked at Debbie, who was looking down at the photo. Jack had never talked to her about it. She wanted to ask about the relationship Debbie had been in with her brother, but it didn't seem appropriate right now. "So, what do you think, Hayley?" Kara asked from the opposite end of the room. Hayley and Debbie turned around to see that Kara had set up a shiny, deep blue Gibson Les Paul guitar on a guitar stand. Right behind it stood a Marshall Half-Stack amplifier that stood taller than the guitar did. Hayley's eyes opened wide in surprise. "You bought that?" Closed Doors Ep. 03 Kara nodded proudly. "You should have seen the way Jack looked at this guitar in the store today. I just had to make sure he had it. Debbie helped me out." Hayley looked over at Debbie, who smiled at her part in it. Hayley looked back at her sister. "That's why she had your card. How much did it cost?" Kara was a little reluctant. "The guitar was four grand." "FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS!?!" "SHHH!" Kara hissed. "The amplifier was another thousand." "Oh my god," Hayley said in amazed disbelief, falling back onto the bed. Kara sat down beside her. "Don't worry, I had some extra money from that last shoot. And Jack never could have bought it on his own. Besides, Hayley, you didn't see his face when he looked at it." Hayley looked at Kara for a moment. "Anybody ever tell you that you are a wonderful sister?" Kara smiled and they hugged. "You just did." When they pulled apart, Hayley was tickled a little again, but she brushed it off. "I'm sure Jack will tell you too." Then she thought for a moment. "Oh! We need a bow to put on it!" Kara looked up at Debbie. Debbie thought. "I might have something." Kara got up and went with Debbie into the adjacent bathroom. While Debbie dug through a few drawers and cabinets, Kara checked to see if Hayley could see them, and when she was satisfied they weren't being watched, Kara pulled the baggie out of her pocket. "Remember what else we talked about earlier?" Kara asked as she shook a few tablets into her palm and put the baggie back in her pocket. "About Jack?" Debbie answered, her attention still focused on finding something to use for a bow. "In a way." Debbie turned to face Kara, curious as to what she was saying. "Here," Kara said, handing Debbie four tablets. "Oh, that," Debbie remembered. "Are you sure it's okay?" "Oh yeah," Kara replied. "No problem at all. Tonight will be awesome." Debbie tossed the pills down her throat. "And Jack has no idea about your 'plan'?" Kara smiled. "No, but he'll be into it. I know it. I saw the way he looked at you in the store. He just needs help recognizing the signs you'll give him, and you have a right to as much enjoyment too." Debbie blushed a little. "Well, I don't really see anything we can use in here," Kara observed. "Yeah, me either. I thought there would be ribbon or something in here." As they started to turn back to Debbie's room, a thought occurred to her. "Just who all did you give these to?" "Why?" "Just thought I should know. It'll be fun to watch them." "Well," Kara began, slyly. "You and Jack, of course. And I took some." Debbie teased playfully, "And who are you planning on touching you?" Just to tease back, Kara replied, "I don't know, no one in particular. Maybe someone, anyone. Everyone." They both giggled. "You are a little naughty, aren't you Kara?" "On the advice of counsel," Kara said, with mock-professionalism, "I choose to invoke my fifth amendment rights." "Yeah, I'll bet," Debbie giggled. "Anyone else?" Kara looked at her silently for a moment. "Hayley." Debbie was surprised. "Your little sister?" Kara nodded. Debbie asked, peeking out at Hayley, "Who do you think is going to be touching her? Who would she want to touch her?" Kara moved her lips up close to Debbie's ear and whispered, "Your brother." Then she moved past the shocked Debbie and into the room where Hayley was. "I don't think that's a good idea," Debbie tried to call after her, with a hushed tone, so that Hayley wouldn't hear. Hayley did hear the end of it though. "What's not a good idea?" Kara shot Debbie a look telling her not to say anything. "Oh, nothing," Debbie said, trying to cover. "What do you think?" Hayley stepped off to the side revealing a white bow tied on the neck of the blue guitar. "I hope you don't mind, Debbie. I found this hair ribbon on your dressing table and it was wide enough to work." "It looks great, Hayley. I don't mind at all." Hayley went back and sat on the bed, pleased with her ingenuity. "All right," said Kara. "The only thing left to do is go get Jack. You two stay here, I'll go find him." Hayley and Debbie indicated their agreement, and Kara opened the door and stepped out into the hallway on her search mission. --------------------------------- Stacy Marie leaned against the railing along the edge of the wooden deck, staring out at the moonlight on the rippling waves and the people congregating around the flames on the beach in front of them. She wasn't sure what was happening, or what was going to happen with Hayley. She knew that it was out of the blue, but she thought her best friend would have been happy to hear that she had finally gotten together with Jack. Hayley had even encouraged a relationship between her brother and Stacy since that time, at a slumber party, when she first found out about the crush. She was surprised, and at a loss for what to think when Hayley had rushed off. Jack walked up and took a spot right beside her. He placed a hand on the small of her back and leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey there," he greeted her. Stacy Marie had been surprised for a moment at the sudden company, but smiled brightly when she saw Jack. "Jack. Hey." Jack moved his hand around to her waist and Stacy leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of being held by him. "Are you okay?" he asked, sensing something might be off. Stacy laid her head on his shoulder, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just watching the waves." "Alone?" She nodded her head on his shoulder. "Where's Hayley?" he asked. "I don't know really," she said. She didn't want to say anything about what had happened. "She went to the bathroom or something a little bit ago." "Oh. Well, I hate to tear you away from the ocean, but a few of us were going to hide from everyone and smoke a bowl. And I was wondering if you'd like to come along." "Sure," Stacy said, raising her head from Jack's shoulder. Jack removed his arm from her body and started to turn back inside. Stacy Marie stopped him, in case she might never have another chance. "Jack?" she said. When he turned back to her, she stood up on her toes, placing her hands on his chest, and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. Little arcs of intense pleasure flowed out from his lips inching down throughout his body. 'That would be the ecstasy kicking in,' he thought. Jack wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She let go of his lips and settled back down on flat feet. "This afternoon was fun, Jack," Stacy said. Jack pressed his lips against hers again. "It was." He released her from his grip. Stacy took a hand in hers and started her way inside, Jack following close behind. Kara ran into them in the middle of the house and got their attention, though she had to yell over the volume of the music. "Hey!" Stacy Marie let go of Jack's hand as the three huddled close together. "What's up?" Jack asked. "Got a surprise for you, come on," Kara answered. "Sully and Nate are waiting in his room. We were getting ready to smoke a bowl. Why don't you join us?" Jack informed her. Kara shook her head. "Tell them to come to Debbie's room, we can smoke there." Stacy Marie was a little deflated at the mention of Debbie's name. She knew she was Jack's ex, and she knew Jack hadn't really gotten past her. Stacy wasn't excited about them hanging out, it definitely wouldn't help her own chances with Jack. Jack looked at Stacy Marie to see what she was thinking. "You go ahead with Kara, I'll go get the idiots," she said. Jack nodded his head, Kara grabbed his hand and dragged him off through the crowd. Stacy Marie sighed and followed in their wake to retrieve Sully and Nate. --------------------------------- Kara stopped outside the door to Debbie's room and knocked. "Come in," came Debbie's voice from inside. Kara looked at Jack. "You ready?" Jack was a little confused at all the setup, but he nodded his head anyways. Kara seemed to be having too much fun with this for him not to like whatever the surprise may be. Kara opened the door, and Jack followed her in. Hayley and Debbie were standing side by side, in front of the guitar and amp, blocking Jack's view of it. Kara closed the door. "Okay, you ready?" she asked Jack. "For Debbie and Hayley? I don't get it." Kara gave him a gentle smack on the head. "No, smartass. For what's behind them." Unsure, Jack could only say, "Yeah, I guess." "Alright ladies," Kara signaled. Debbie and Hayley smiled at each other before they took a step apart at the same time, revealing Jack's present between them. Jack's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped when he saw the guitar. "Holy Shit!" The girls all smiled at each other. "Do you like it?" Hayley asked him. Jack was speechless, not taking his eyes off the guitar he had coveted, now just feet away, tied with a white bow. "Well go on, little brother," Kara said, giving him a gentle nudge. "It's all yours." Jack turned to look back at Kara, still in amazement. "You did this?" Kara smiled, pointing her eyes over to Debbie. "With help from Debbie." Jack looked at Debbie, who was smiling back at him. "I tied the bow," Hayley added. Kara laughed. "Yes, Hayley tied the bow." "It was four thousand dollars," Jack said, still astonished. "Which is why," Kara began to explain, "I knew you would never have been able to get it for yourself. But I could see the way you looked at it, and the way you talked about it, and how much you'd be able to use it. So, I wanted you to have it." "But its so much money," Jack said, looking back at the guitar. "Don't you worry about that, I'm not," Kara ordered. Hayley and Debbie walked over and sat down on the bed, watching Jack and how happy he was. It made them happy to see it. Hayley tingled a bit when Debbie's thigh rubbed against hers. Jack turned to face Kara now. "I don't know what to say, Kara. This is amazing. You are amazing. Thank you so very much. This is the best gift I've ever gotten." He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Kara's arms moved around his neck, hugging him back. "You're totally welcome, Jack." Jack didn't release his hug though. Kara wanted to break the seriousness of the moment, especially since it was all directed at her philanthropic act. Since her head was on the side of Jack's head out of view by the other two girls, she whispered in his ear, "Have those pills kicked in yet, Jack?" "Uh-huh," he said quietly, still hugging her tightly. Kara grinned. She stuck the tip of her tongue against Jack's earlobe and ever so slowly ran it along his ear and down his neck to his shoulder. She could feel his body quiver under the sensation the Ecstasy was creating within him. She even felt a little flex against her tummy from inside Jack's pants. Jack, once the initial wave had subsided, loosened his grip and whispered, "You bitch," playfully in her ear. Kara giggled. She started to walk over to the bed when he had let her out of his grasp, but before she could get far enough away, he quickly gave her ass a smack. Kara's body paused, involuntarily, and she let out a sharp exhale. It was from pleasure. Her pills had taken effect as well. The girls on the bed were giggling at the exchange, though they saw nothing more than the two innocently teasing, as Kara sat down next to Hayley. There was a knock at the door. Jack moved over to his guitar as Debbie called out, "Come in." The door opened and Sully and Nate walked in, followed by Stacy Marie. There was a little moment of awkwardness between Hayley and Stacy as they caught sight of each other. "Hey," Hayley greeted. "Hey," Stacy Marie responded, closing the door behind her. "Whoa! Sweet guitar," Sully said as he saw Jack pick it up. "Yeah," Jack said proudly. "Kara just gave it to me." "You bought that?" Sully asked Kara. She nodded. "How much did that cost you?" "Enough," Kara smiled. "So," Nate chimed in, callously changing the subject. "We gonna do this?" He held up the bowl. "Yeah," said Jack, setting the guitar back down. "I feel like celebrating." He smiled over at Kara, who returned it with one of her own. "Everybody in?" Nate asked, looking around the room for everyone's agreement. Everyone was in. "Wow, sis," Sully said, sitting down on the floor next to where she was sitting on the bed. "You're gonna smoke too? You never smoke pot." Jack looked over at her. He knew it was true. He had only ever seen her smoke a joint once in the whole time he had known her. "Sure I am. I'm not going to be the only one who doesn't. Besides," Debbie said, now glancing at Jack, "it might be fun tonight." Nate patted his pockets, trying to find his lighter. "Shit, anyone got a light?" "I think there's one in the nightstand," Debbie mentioned. "Kara?" Kara pulled the drawer open, and, looking inside for a second, found it and handed it to Nate. As Nate lit the bowl and it was passed around the room, Kara started snooping in the drawer she had opened. "Hey," she said, finding something, "there's a deck of cards in here." "Yeah," Debbie said, hitting the pipe, "I like to play solitaire." She passed the bowl to Kara. Kara took a hit and handed it to Jack. "Well since we're all in here, and it's almost even between guys and girls, why don't we play some strip poker?" "Hell yeah!" Nate said, taking his turn with the pot. Debbie looked at Kara, who gave her a subtle wink, then to Jack, and said, "Alright." Sully was surprised at Debbie, "Wow, you're just going all out tonight, huh?" Debbie looked down at him. "Oh, shut up." "It isn't going to be weird since all you guys are brothers and sisters?" Nate asked. "Why should it? We're not fucking or anything," Kara replied. "Alright then," Nate shrugged. He looked over at Stacy Marie. "How about you, sexy?" Stacy was in the process of drawing in a hit, but nodded her agreement with the bowl still on her lips. Kara placed her hand behind Hayley's back and stroked her fingers up and down it, knowing the sensation would overwhelm her senses. "How about you, Hayley? You wanna play?" Hayley didn't exactly understand why she was suddenly overcome. All she could manage, though, was to bite her lip, to keep from letting out a moan, and quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Good," Kara said, sliding down to the floor. As her arm brushed Hayley's bare leg on the way down, she heard her emit a tiny whimper. Kara smiled to herself. It seemed her little sister had never experienced Ecstasy before. Everyone took Kara's cue and moved to form a circle on the floor. "Wait," Sully said, "we need drinks before we get started. Nate, come on." Nate reluctantly got back up and followed Sully out the door. Jack stood up and picked up his guitar, giving it a few strums and checked out the knobs and settings on his amp. Hayley and Stacy Marie held each other's gaze for a moment before Hayley signaled her head towards the door to Debbie's bathroom, and the two got up to go in there and talk. Kara scooted closer to Debbie so that she could whisper to her whatever it was that Kara didn't want anyone to hear. --------------------------------- Hayley shut the door behind Stacy Marie after she entered the bathroom. Nervous, Stacy Marie immediately turned around to face Hayley and blurted out, "I'm sorry." "No," replied Hayley, "it should be me that apologizes. I shouldn't have stormed off like that. It just shocked me is all." Stacy Marie was a little relieved to hear that. Hayley continued. "I don't have a problem with you two getting together. I would love it. I love you both so much. I guess I just always thought that if it was going to happen, it would be with dates and romance, not sex in my hot tub." Stacy Marie dropped her head, slightly embarrassed. "I know," she said. "I wasn't planning or any of it to happen. We were hanging out, then we were swimming, then we were in the hot tub talking about relationships and crushes. Then, we just sort of fell into each other and it happened." Hayley felt for her friend. "Well," she said, "how was it?" Stacy Marie finally looked back up at Hayley. A big smile grew on her face. "It was wonderful." Hayley smiled and giggled. "But now we're here," she continued, "and Debbie's here and there's strip poker and I don't know." Hayley put her hand on Stacy's shoulder to calm her down. It occurred to her, right then, that touching was generating the same sensations as being touched had been for the past little while. Stacy Marie's skin was smooth, and soft. Hayley told herself to snap out of it. "I don't know if you should worry too much about Debbie. She just helped Kara with getting Jack that guitar and stuff. She works at the music store." "Oh," replied Stacy. That made her feel a little better. "So, you and me, we're okay?" Hayley smiled. "Yeah, how could we not be?" They came together in a hug, Hayley appreciating the embracing a little more than Stacy Marie, probably. --------------------------------- "Grab a six pack out of the fridge," Sully ordered Nate, while he pulled a bottle of Absolut and a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar. "Oh, and some OJ too." Some random guy whom Sully knew walked up to him. "Hey," he said, "where you been? Rick rolled a joint, come on." "No can do," Sully replied, grabbing a few plastic cups from a stack by the liquor bottles. He looked up at the guy. "Prior engagement. Strip poker." "Really? Who's playing?" the guy asked. "Oh, Hayley Bennett and her sister," Sully answered, not really paying attention to the questioner as he grabbed some other supplies. "Stacy Marie, me and Nate. Jack. Debbie." "Oh man," the newcomer exclaimed, "can I get in on that?" "No can do, buddy," Nate chimed in, closing the refrigerator door, beverages in hand. "It's a private party." "Oh come on, you guys suck!" "Maybe, but the way things are looking we'll probably get sucked," Nate called back to the disappointed teenager as he and Sully made their way back to Debbie's room. --------------------------------- "How are you feeling?" Kara asked Debbie, her tone hushed. "Okay. A little stoned, why?" "I was just wondering if the drugs had kicked in yet." Debbie pondered it for a moment. "I don't think so." Kara took her fingertips and grazed them over the top of Debbie's thigh. Debbie instantly dropped her head and moaned. Kara grinned, "They have." Debbie gulped down a lump in her throat. "Yeah, I think so too." "Okay," Kara whispered, "when everything gets going, you just follow my lead." Debbie looked over at Kara, grinned a naughty little grin and nodded her head in agreement. "What are you two whispering about?" Jack asked, sitting down beside Debbie on the floor. "Nothing," Kara replied as innocently as she could. Both she and Debbie started giggling. "Yeah, okay," Jack said, knowing better. "Sure." The bedroom door opened and Sully and Nate walked in, arms full of drinks and drink supplies. They set them on a dresser. Sully poured some shots of whiskey while Nate handed a bottle of beer to Jack, and sat down on the floor. Sully came over and handed shots to Nate and Jack before he sat down. "Cheers," he said, raising his shot glass. Hayley and Stacy Marie emerged from the bathroom. "Could you two mix us some drinks?" Kara asked the girls. "These assholes weren't considerate enough, before they sat down, to give us any." "Sure," Stacy Marie offered, getting the vodka and what she needed to make Screwdrivers. "Sorry," Nate replied to Kara, shrugging his shoulders in indifference. Hayley went to the door and flipped the latch on the lock. "We don't want just anyone popping in here, do we?" Closed Doors Ep. 03 "Good idea," Debbie answered. Hayley helped Stacy Marie hand Kara and Debbie drinks before she sat down beside her sister while Stacy resumed her previous place on the floor between Nate and Jack. "Alright," Kara said as she began to shuffle the cards, "there are some ground rules. Shoes and socks do count." The guys grumbled their disapproval. "But they all count as one item. Get over it. Also, only the person with the lowest hand loses." She started dealing cards out to everyone in the circle. "And, the winner is the one with the highest hand. That person gets to pick, and remove, an item of clothing from the loser." Everyone glanced at each other, a little nervously, yet excited at the implications of that rule. The guys especially. "Alright," the dealer said as everyone was looking at their cards, "who needs what?" Hayley and Jack each drew three, while the others drew two, and Kara took one. Kara looked around the circle to observe the others reactions to the hands they were holding. "Alright, what's everyone got?" she asked. "A pair," said Jack. "Me too," said Stacy Marie. "Nothing," Nate answered, throwing his cards down in front of him. "Sucks for you dude," said Sully showing his three of a kind. "I don't have anything, either," admitted Hayley. She saw her brother's two friends perk up at the chance she might lose some clothing. "Debbie?" Kara solicited. Debbie placed her cards on the floor. "Pair of eights." Everyone was looking to Kara now, the last one to show her hand. Kara grinned and flipped her cards around so that the group could see them. "Full house," she said proudly. "That makes me the winner, and," glancing at Hayley's cards, then Nate's, "makes Nate the loser." "Alright fine, my shoes. Big deal," he replied. "Winner picks the piece of clothing, remember?" Kara pointed out as she stood and walked around the group, ending up behind Nate. She kneeled down and reached her arms around him to the top button of his shirt and undid it. Then slowly, she worked her way down, undoing the other buttons. When she was finished, she pulled Nate's shirt off his shoulders and took it with her as she returned to her seat. "Alright," said Nate, pleasantly surprised. "I see the way it is." Kara smiled at him. Then she collected all the cards and passed them to Hayley. "Your deal, sis." Hayley shuffled and dealt. This time Jack won and Hayley lost. Being his little sister, he decided to go easy on her. "Slide your legs out here, Hayley," he requested. He could hear Sully and Nate's disappointment as Jack untied and removed Hayley's tennis shoes. "Oh, whatever, guys," Jack defended, "she's my little sister." Hayley smiled at him appreciatively. It was now Sully's turn to deal, and he dealt Stacy Marie the winning hand, and, again, Hayley got the losing one. "Well, she's not my sister, Jack," Stacy Marie said, standing up and walking over behind her friend. "Up we go, Hayley." Hayley looked up at Stacy Marie and rolled her eyes. Once she stood up, Stacy reached around Hayley's waist and undid the fastening of Hayley's skirt, and it dropped instantly to the floor showing to the room her newest black panties. "You bitch," Hayley said to Stacy Marie teasingly. Stacy giggled and returned to her seat. Hayley sat back down and crossed her legs, and stretched them out in front of her. Over the next two hands, Kara lost her shirt to Hayley, and Stacy Marie lost her top to Nate. On Jack's deal, Kara drew a straight flush, overwhelmingly the winning hand. "Alright, Debbie, stand up for me," Kara ordered. Debbie stood up and Kara got up behind her. Kara reached around Debbie's waist, but instead of grasping the button on Debbie's khaki skirt, she slid her hands up inside Debbie's top. That surprised the guys, and got every bit of their attention. Slowly, she slid her hands along Debbie's smooth, soft tummy, purposefully being sensual about it. Not only was it for the excitement of guys who always thought it was hot for a girl acting like this with another girl, but also for Debbie and herself, who were extra sensitive to the touch. Debbie's eyes fluttered shut as she took in the sensations. Kara moved her hands up over Debbie's tits, making it obvious for the onlookers, and squeezed them. Then she found the clasp in between the two heaving mounds and unsnapped it. Kara pulled her hands out of Debbie's top, holding a strapless pink bra. She held it up, presenting it to the group like a trophy. "That was so hot," Nate commented, tongue still hanging out. "Boys," Kara dismissed. She gave Debbie a peck on the cheek and they sat back down. Now that the bra was off, Jack noticed Debbie's hard nipples sticking out against her shirt. He got a little hard. Debbie collected the cards and shuffled them. After she dealt them out and everybody drew their replacement cards, it was Nate who won. He was less than enthusiastic about the fact that Jack was the one who lost. He wasn't excited about the thought of undressing a dude. "Oh, man," Nate complained, "no way." "Hey now, them's the rules," Kara reminded him, "I had to take Debbie's clothes off." "Yeah, but you're girls." Kara gave him a look that let him know that he wasn't going to get out of it. "Here, man," Jack said, throwing him a bone, "just take my shoes. No big deal." Nate sighed, relenting to the fact that he had to do it. As quick as he could, he got it over with. "I need another shot," he said, jumping up and bringing the bottle of whiskey back with him. "That was so hot," Debbie mocked, teasing Nate. All four girls started giggling. After a few more hands, Sully had lost his shirt and flip-flops; Stacy Marie had lost her bra; Jack lost his shirt; Nate lost his shoes, and Kara had lost both her bra and her shorts. Kara, sitting Indian-style, wearing only a pair of white satin panties, dealt the cards. She knew how to cheat at it though, so Sully ended up with the winning hand, as Debbie lost. Sully just stared across at his sister and resigned himself to undressing her. He stood and walked up to Debbie. Grabbing the pink top by the sides, he pulled it up over her head, exposing her breasts. As Sully returned to his seat, Nate queried the room, "Anyone up for another bowl?" Kara looked at him knowingly. "You just want more time to look at us without our clothes on, don't you?" Nate smiled a sly smile. "Is that a 'no'?" Kara looked around the room, taking a silent poll. "No. Go ahead." Hayley and Stacy Marie took the opportunity to retreat to the bathroom. Debbie stood up and walked over to the liquor to make more drinks for the girls. Sully and Nate were working to prepare the weed and pack another bowl. Kara moved over to Jack's side in the spot Debbie had been sitting. "Debbie's tits look great don't they?" Jack was already watching Debbie as she made the drinks. The only visible piece of clothing she had on was her skirt, though Jack knew there were still panties underneath. But watching the back of his ex-girlfriend while she made little movements, naked from the waist up, was making Jack a little horny. When she would move her arms in certain ways, Jack could see the curves of her breasts, visible on each side where the edges extended past the edge of her chest. "They always did," he replied to Kara. Kara leaned in towards Jack, pressing her tits into his arm, her hard nipples digging into his bicep, and started whispering in his ear. "Do you wish you could fuck her?" Kara breathed into his ear. "Don't you want to just go over there, bend her over, and slide your cock into her?" Kara dropped a hand to Jack's thigh, stroking along his pants, her hand coming purposefully close to his crotch, but turning back down his thigh every time. Jack was getting hard, Kara was making him. Between the touching and ecstasy, and the dirty talk being whispered in his ear, she was forcing his mind in one direction and one only. She was making him think about fucking Debbie. "I gave her Ecstasy, too. She took more than anyone. I'll bet right now she's wet as hell, thinking about your cock sliding in and out of her. She even told me she wished you would. She's wanted you to fuck her all day. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck her tight little cunt?" Jack had his eyes closed by now, feeling Kara stroke his leg, picturing Debbie riding his cock. He was completely hard right now. Kara looked over to see Debbie finishing up and turning around to take her seat back, so Kara patted Jack on the leg, and slid back over to her place on the floor. Debbie handed her a cup and took her place between the siblings. Kara threw Debbie a smile. Jack opened his eyes to see Debbie sitting beside him again and tried to subtly adjust so that his full blown hard-on wasn't so noticeable. --------------------------------- "Well, I need a beer," Nate said, sliding his shorts back on. Kara tossed him his shirt and he slid it on too, not bothering to button it back up. "Yeah, me too," Sully added, slipping his shorts back up over his cock. Stacy Marie fastened her bra back in place and grabbed her tube top as she stood up. "Yeah, I need to stretch my legs," she commented, throwing Hayley a dirty look. Nate opened the door and exited, followed by the other two. Hayley just looked after them, feeling bad that her assurances to Stacy Marie had ended up being wrong. --------------------------------- Hayley and Kara watched as Jack kissed Debbie. Kara looked over at her sister and smiled because of what they were seeing. Kara winked at her, and Hayley just shook her head and giggled silently. She found her skirt nearby and wrapped it around her waist and fastened it. She threw her head over towards the door, indicating to Kara that she was taking off. Kara nodded and watched her get up and go. Kara placed her hand on Debbie's calf and started sliding it up her leg. As it reached her hips and slid past the strap of her panties and up onto her abdomen, Debbie moaned and broke away from Jack's lips. Kara reached the bottom curve of Debbie's breast and traced around it, bringing it up between the pert tits and to her neck while she leaned in and placed her lips on the girl's. Jack leaned back slightly to take in the sight. Kara moved her lips around to Debbie's ear and whispered something Jack couldn't hear. Debbie, however, nodded her head in agreement with it, eyes closed. When Kara backed away, Debbie opened her eyes and adjusted into a kneeling position. "Stand up," Kara said to Jack, as she herself was maneuvering to do the same. When they were both upright, Kara moved behind him. She slid her hands around his waist and undid the fastener on his jeans. With one hand running up his chest, her own chest pressed against his back, Kara grasped the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down. Kara brought her hand back down from his toned pectorals and let it join the other on either side of his waistband. She planted a light kiss on his back between his shoulder blades while she slid her thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers. Then, slowly, she started to push Jack's remaining clothes down. When the waistbands got clear of his dick, the throbbing erection popped free with a bounce. Kara peeked out around the side of Jack's torso to see it, and smiled at Debbie, who, in her position, was at eye level with Jack's member. Debbie reached up with her hand and grasped the thick shaft. It had been a few years since she had seen it, but when she finally touched it, all the memories came flooding back to her. She remembered everything about it. How to hold it, where to touch it, how to do just what he liked with her tongue. Closing her fist around it, and giving it a few strokes, Debbie leaned forward towards it and ran her tongue up the bottom of it to the tip, which she let slip into her mouth. Meanwhile, Kara had worked Jack's jeans and boxers down to his ankles, and helped him step out of them. She tossed them off to the side and slid up the back of his body as she stood up, pressing her hard nipples into his flesh. The wetness of Debbie's mouth enveloped Jack's cock, and the swirling of her tongue around it inside her lips, brought moments of weakness to Jack's knees. Luckily, though, Kara was right behind him to brace against if he needed. She wasn't really helping the situation though, what with her skin pressed against his, her breasts and nipples pressed into his back, her hands gliding over his torso. Jack was even tickled by the small patch of hair that grazed the back of his leg when Kara's hips rolled and pressed her pussy into him. Debbie directed her eyes up to look at Jack's face as the circular seal of her lips slid down his shaft, and the head of his cock brushed against the back of her throat. He had his head down facing her, but his eyes were closed. Debbie saw one of Kara's hands rubbing around his abdomen while the other glided over his toned pecs. The thought that they were brother and sister occurred to her briefly, but all Kara was doing was touching, and not even touching the naughty parts, so she just dismissed it. Besides, Kara said to follow her lead, and Debbie had to admit that she did find Kara's assistance sexy. Kara backed away from Jack and crawled around behind Debbie. Debbie had brought her other hand up to fondle Jack's heavy balls, and with no obstruction, Kara reached around and cupped one of Debbie's breasts in each hand. Debbie moaned from the touch with Jack's cock in her mouth. That vibration, in turn, made Jack moan out, "Oh...shit." Kara took one hand and moved it down between Debbie's legs. She could feel the wetness and heat from the girl's pussy through the material of her pink panties. Kara started massaging the pouty flesh, rubbing the middle of the fabric into her slit and against Debbie's clit. Debbie let Jack's cock slip from her mouth, as she couldn't control the urge to moan as she felt the contact on her pussy. She moved her knees a little further apart to give Kara easier access. Her hand still gripping Jack's cock, she maneuvered it back into place and plunged it back into her mouth, sucking harder and at a faster pace now. Jack opened his eyes to watch as Debbie began this renewed assault on his cock. He and Kara locked eyes while he watched her grope this girl who was sucking his cock. After a minute or so, Kara motioned her head over towards the bed. Jack pulled his member out of Debbie's lips and Kara stood her up and directed her towards the bed. At the edge, Kara turned Debbie around to face her, and then kneeled down. She gently grasped the sides of Debbie's panties and pulled them off. Kara placed a light kiss on the lips of Debbie's labia then stood up and nudged Debbie back onto the bed. Jack stood in place a few feet away, lightly stroking his cock as he watched his sister kneel back down and spread his ex-girlfriends legs open. He saw a thin strip of manicured hair floating above Debbie's swollen pink lips before Kara's head moved in and obscured his view of Debbie's beautiful pussy. He didn't mind though, only took a few steps closer, and to the side, watching as Kara's tongue probed into Debbie's folds. "Oh, god, Kara," Debbie moaned as Kara's tongue started tracing circles around Debbie's sensitive clit. Kara flattened her tongue and licked the full length of Debbie's flower as if she was licking an ice cream cone. Debbie grasped the comforter with both hands and let out a loud, short scream. Jack knelt down on the floor beside Kara, placing a hand on the small of her back, moving it around the side of her waist and up in a circuit that brought it in slight contact with Kara's dangling tits. Kara slid out from between Debbie's thighs and climbed up on the bed, Jack taking her place at Debbie's pussy. He slid two fingers inside her sopping wet tunnel, thrusting them in and out slowly and smoothly. Kara placed her lips down on Debbie's and they locked into a kiss, thrusting tongues into each other's mouths. Jack planted his lips down on Debbie's swollen folds, taking Debbie's clit in his teeth, gently biting it, which caused another scream to escape Debbie. Kara slid down Debbie's body a little, groping one of Debbie's massive breasts in one hand while she planted her mouth down on the other, flicking her tongue over the swollen nipple then sucking it between her lips and kissing around the firm globe. Kara moved her lips up to Debbie's ear, watching her writhing in pleasure, and whispered, "Does that feel good, Debbie?" Debbie bit her lip and moaned, "Mmm." "Do you like my brother licking your wet pussy?" "Mmmm." "His cock is rock hard, Debbie. Isn't it a big, beautiful cock?" "Oh, yeah," Debbie exhaled. Dave's eyes looked up from between Debbie's legs at Kara. Kara could tell he was smiling. "Don't you want him to put that big beautiful cock into your tight, wet pussy?" Debbie bit her lip again and nodded quickly. "Have you been a good girl? 'Cause bad girls shouldn't get presents," Kara teased. Debbie nodded, bucking her hips up as Jack sucked the clit between his lips. "Oh!" she screamed. "You haven't answered my question, Debbie," Kara chastised playfully. "I guess you aren't a good girl since you won't answer my question." "I'm a good girl," Debbie panted, "a good girl." "I don't know," Kara teased. "Little brother, has this slut been a good girl?" Jack nodded his head, planted between Debbie's thighs, his nose rubbing up and down against Debbie's reddened clit. "Oh god," Debbie moaned, "please, please, please, please, please." Kara slid her body up behind Debbie's head, lifting it up and placing it down on her own thighs. Kara leaned her torso forward over Debbie's head groping down Debbie's body at her breasts, squeezing them. "You know," Kara mentioned, "a good girl might think it would be nice to lick one of my nipples." Debbie quickly took the hint and lifted her head off of Kara's thighs and took one of the nipples that were dangling in front of her face into her lips. "That's a good girl," Kara encouraged as she slid a hand farther down Debbie's body to run her fingers through the light patch of hair above where Jack's tongue was. "What do you think, Jack? Should she be rewarded?" Jack pulled his face back and stood up between Debbie's legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. His cock was still rock hard, but he gave it a few strokes for his sister's benefit. He angled it straight out, the head rubbing along Debbie's slit. Debbie reached down and took hold of the long, thick shaft and positioned it against her entry. She shifted her hips, taking the head of his cock inside. "Come on, little brother, don't be shy," Kara smiled as she leaned back upright to watch. Jack slowly slid the length of his cock forward into Debbie until every inch of it had disappeared into her hole. They both moaned. Kara smiled knowingly, she knew what sex on Ecstasy was like. Every little movement was its own little orgasm. In a way, she was jealous. Jack did have a big, thick cock. This was the first time she had ever seen it hard. She licked her lips at the sight of Jack fucking Debbie. She wished it was her. But as much fun as they might have sneaking touches and glimpses of each other naked, he was her brother, and she had just never thought that far. Until now, anyways. Kara reached and caressed Debbie's tits again, teasing her nipples with her thumbs. Jack was thrusting with enough force by now that each time his pelvis hit Debbie's, her tits jiggled in Kara's hands. Jack leaned his body down over Debbie and planted his lips on hers, gyrating his hips in slow, solid thrusts. Debbie eagerly received his lips and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down into her. Closed Doors Ep. 03 Kara decided on a location change and slid her legs from under Debbie's head. Crawling off to the side of the pair fucking, she slipped off the bed and moved behind Jack. Dropping down to the floor, Kara had an unhindered view of Jack's cock moving in and out of Debbie's pussy. Kara licked a finger on her right hand and moved it up between Jack's pelvis and Debbie's mound and started rubbing against Debbie's clit with it. "Oh god, Kara, keep doing that," Debbie screamed. "Oh shit, Jack, I'm going to cum. Harder, I'm going to cum." Kara placed her other hand on one of Jack's ass cheeks, scraping his skin lightly with her fingernails while guiding the speed and force of his thrusts by pushing him into Debbie. "Ohhh...shit!" Debbie screamed as her orgasm took over. "Ah--" she chirped before losing the ability to breathe, and therefore to speak. Kara unleashed an relentless assault on Debbie's nub with her fingertip. Debbie's whole body convulsed and she threw her back up into an arch that defied the laws of skeletal structure. Jack slowed and softened his rhythm as her body eased back down onto the bed. Kara gave the clit a few more long, soft strokes before she removed her hand. Debbie was breathing heavily, as if she couldn't draw in enough air. Jack leaned down and planted kisses on her neck as his thrust slowed to almost a stop. Kara climbed back onto the bed and gave Debbie a soft kiss on her lips. Kara looked at Jack. "Why don't you get up here with us?" she asked him. Jack pulled his cock out of Debbie and sat on the bed. Debbie turned her head to the side to look at him. "Lie back," Debbie said. Jack did as he was told. Debbie sat up and leaned to her side. She grabbed Jack's cock in her hand and slipped her mouth over it. She could taste her juices on him. She remembered that he used to love to see her do this after he had been inside her. "It's your turn now, lover," Debbie said to Jack. She kept her grip on his dick as she threw her leg across him into a straddling position. Guiding his cock, she positioned it against her hole and easily slid down on top of it, her pussy receiving it with enthusiasm. She placed her palms down on his chest and began slowly gliding up and down his shaft. Kara moved over closer to them. Debbie turned her head and the two locked into a kiss, hovering over Jack. Jack placed his hands on Debbie's hips, holding on to her as she slid up and down on his cock. Kara placed her hand, too, on one of Debbie's hips, without breaking the kiss. She moved that had over the lower part of Debbie's back, and over her ass, which she gave a playful spank, eliciting a tiny yelp from the girl riding Kara's little brother. Debbie started moving faster. Kara slid her fingers down through Debbie's crack, softly grazing the tiny pucker hole next to the hole Jack's cock was currently being fucked with. Debbie's body tensed up as a reaction to the contact with her asshole. Kara pressed the tip of her finger against it, and it popped in. "Oh, shit Kara," Debbie moaned quickly, surprised, but pleased, with the sudden intrusion. Kara slid her finger deeper in, and could feel Jack inside of Debbie's pussy when Debbie started bucking faster and harder down onto his cock. Jack was close now. After strip poker, ecstasy, the blow job, the fucking he had already done, and, more significantly, Kara's role in all the events of the evening, Jack was ready to blast a monster load. He locked his arms through and around Debbie's shoulders, forcing her down against him as he started pounding as hard and fast as he could up into her. "Go, little brother," Kara encouraged. "Fuck her, cum for her." Kara started finger fucking Debbie's ass, trying to match Jack's thrusts into Debbie's pussy as best as she could. Debbie started wailing at the top of her lungs as all the sensations kicked off her second orgasm. Jack started grunting. "Oh god. Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Shit. Here it comes." Debbie deftly climbed off of him, collapsing beside him on the mattress. Kara didn't have a chance to even begin to move when, since she was right near his cock, Jack grabbed his shaft and, with one stroke, blasted a load of cum onto Kara's tits. The next couple of squirts landed on her stomach, and the last of them ended up on Jack as he let go of his cock, out of breath. Kara giggled at the sight of Jack's cum on her body. She scooped a strand up with a finger and licked it off with her tongue. "You don't taste bad, little brother." Jack laid there speechless. Debbie wasn't talking either. They just lay there, side by side, panting. Debbie eventually rolled over against Jack's side, laying her head on his chest. Kara leaned over and gave each of them a kiss. Then, she climbed off the bed and found her clothes on the floor. She picked them up and headed for the bathroom. Reemerging a few minutes later with her clothes back on, Kara walked to the door. "I'll leave the two of you alone now," she said, then opened the door and stepped out. --------------------------------- Hayley quietly closed the bedroom door behind her as she stepped into the hallway. There weren't that many people in this part of the house. Hayley looked around her and quickly saw that Stacy Marie wasn't one of the few that were. She headed toward the living room where the sounds of loud music and people having a good time told her the party was still in full swing. After a few steps, a guy and girl, probably heading to a bedroom, brushed against her as they went by and the sensation from the physical contact that washed over her froze Hayley in her tracks. While she fought to compose herself again, she was amazed at how good those little pills her sister had given her made every bit of physical contact feel. Even her clothes rubbing against her skin as she walked felt like her entire body was being massaged at once. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then started making her way again to find Stacy. Hayley got to the living room and looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of her friend. There was a group of people over by the couches in the corner smoking pot and some doing other drugs, but Stacy wasn't one of them. Hayley scanned the middle of the room where a mass of bodies were dancing to the music. Stacy Marie wasn't one of the dancers either. Hayley decided to check over by the bar, and then, maybe, outside by the bonfire and the beach. She kept rubbing against people, and people kept running into her. The effect was almost paralyzing. Waves of an almost electric energy shot through her body from each point of contact. Hayley realized that she must have looked 'off,' her stride constantly rocked by involuntary pauses, her eyes constantly going halfway or fully closed, little moans sounding from her throat. It must have looked like she was on the verge of an orgasm, and the way the pleasure was rippling through her body, she couldn't deny that that might be a real possibility. Imagine, having an orgasm by walking across a room. As best she could, Hayley tried to allay suspicions of her condition by pretending she was a little drunk, like everyone else was, asking around to see if anyone had seen Stacy Marie. No one had. Out back on the deck, Hayley saw that junior that had been checking her out when she and Stacy were standing by the bonfire earlier. They locked eyes, and she smiled back at him. He said something to the friends he was standing with, then left them and walked up to her. "Hello again," he said. Hayley smiled back, flirting a little. She had, after all, been attracted to him. "Actually, it would only be 'hello', you didn't actually say anything last time." "I suppose you're right," he said. He reached out and took hold of her hand. The amplified physical sensations she was feeling from contact made Hayley's knees weak. Then he raised her hand up and kissed it. Hayley's eyes fluttered and a little moan slipped out. "I'm Rob. You're Hayley, right?" Hayley stammered slightly and cleared her throat. Even that felt awesome. "Hayley, yes. I'm Hayley." She smiled nervously, hoping she didn't come across as totally lame. "I'm very glad we finally met. I haven't been able to get you out of my head since I saw you earlier," Rob informed her, still holding her hand in his. "You're hauntingly beautiful." Rob rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand and Hayley moaned and quickly dropped onto the nearest seat, which happened to be a bench. Not knowing what was going on, Rob sat down right next to her, his leg rubbed against hers, and he put his hand on Hayley's back between her shoulders. Hayley leaned her head back, then dropped it forward as Rob's fingers made minute movements near the base of her neck. Goosebumps appeared on her thighs as the lower part of Rob's leg, that part not covered by his shorts, grazed hers. Hayley's breaths started getting a bit heavier, although she had yet to actually say anything. Rob was confused as to what was happening with her. He thought someone may have spiked her drink with GHB or something. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned. Hayley nodded, her eyes still closed. After a moment she began to speak. "My sister gave me some pills earlier. I'm just adjusting and trying to get used to the feeling. Plus I'm a little stoned," she explained, turning her head and flashing him a sweet smile. Rob nodded knowingly. "Little white pills? Heightened physical sensation?" Hayley laughed a little. "Oh yeah." "That would be Ecstasy," he informed her. Hayley looked over at him. "Really?" Rob nodded, smiled, and purposefully grazed his fingertips lightly along the back of her neck. "Oooh," Hayley moaned dropping her head to her chest, giving better access, hoping Rob wouldn't stop right at the moment. "I definitely like Ecstasy." Rob took the hint and continued his stimulation on her neck and shoulders. "So where's your sister now? How come you're out here alone?" he asked. Between moans and deep inhales and exhales, Hayley managed to answer. "She's inside...I came out...looking for...a friend...that girl I was...with earlier?" Rob was enjoying this little game of stimulation with Hayley. He took his free hand and intertwined his fingers with the fingers on the hand of hers that was lying between them, and started sliding his fingertips from her neck, over her shoulder, and down the arm that that hand was attached to. "Her name is Stacy, right?" Hayley silently nodded. Normally, she probably wouldn't have let a guy she just met touch her like this. But his touches weren't really inappropriate, it was just on her arm and stuff. Besides, he was treating her with respect, he was aware of her situation. He was just making her feel while they were talking, and while they were, she saw no reason to want him to stop doing it. When Rob's fingers had trailed down her arm, he replaced the fingers of the hand he had interlocked with hers with the fingers that had been doing the trailing. "I think she was out here with Sully a little bit ago getting beer from the keg." Rob used his hand to guide her fingers lightly along the bare skin of her thigh, already covered with goosebumps. To Hayley, this doubled the sensation. She was touching herself, granted, but at the same time was being touched. Her eyes had remained closed the whole time, and she was definitely breathing heavier. "Really?" she managed to ask. "Yeah," Rob replied, still tracing along her leg with Hayley's hand. "But they went back in. Down the hall, I think." "Oh," she uttered, somewhat sad. "I should probably head back in and check." She was trying to convince herself to actually get up and do it more than she was saying that it was what she was going to do. Hayley sighed. "Do you know how to work an iPhone?" she asked. Rob was a little surprised at the unexpected question that seemed to come from nowhere. "Um, yeah, sure," he replied. Hayley kept the fingers of theirs in their slow, soft, back and forth path across her leg. "I have one. In my pocket. Ecstasy aside, you have been really sweet. I would like to see you again. If you wanted to." Rob was surprised at her admission. He hadn't really expected it. "Yeah. I mean, I would love to." Hayley kept sliding their hands. Now, however, it seemed she was bringing it a little further up her thigh each time it came that way. "I have my phone in my skirt pocket. Could you put your number in it for me?" Rob said, "Yeah, okay." He was a bit unsure of what to do, though. "Do you - do you want me to get-" he stammered. Hayley nodded her head quickly. "Yeah. I think you should. I don't think I could concentrate enough right now." "Oh, okay. Sure." Rob tried to be as proper as a gentleman should be as he took his free hand and angled it down inside Hayley's pocket. Hayley's body tensed and shuttered as it slipped inside. "Sorry," Rob apologized, smiling. Hayley laughed a little. "I know this situation is weird. But there's no need to apologize. It feels amazing." Rob had to laugh as he managed to get the phone out of the skirt. He put his name and number into her phone. "Okay, there you go." Hayley finally released Rob's hand and he placed her phone in her hand. Hayley let out a sigh as the little game came to an end. "Well, I should probably go find Stacy now." "Good luck." Hayley turned to look at Rob. "Thank you for being so sweet," she said and leaned in to give him a kiss. With the onset of the ecstasy-fueled sensations, though, Hayley quickly melted into it and what was meant to be a quick peck became a minute-long, unbroken lock. Hayley eventually broke it, however, and stood to leave. "I'll call you tomorrow, Rob." "I hope that you do, Hayley." Hayley smiled, turned, and walked back into the beach house. As Hayley made the gauntlet back through the mass of people, a few of the people she asked told her they thought Sully went to his room for a minute. So Hayley headed towards the hallway. Two doors down from Debbie's room was Jon's room, Hayley remembered, but when she got to it, the party was too loud to be able to hear if any sound was coming from anyone being inside. She reached down and found that the doorknob wasn't locked. Hayley slowly pushed the door open a little and stuck her head in enough to see if there was anyone in there. She was not prepared. She was not prepared at all. From her position at the door, she saw the back of Sully, who was naked, fucking a girl on all fours from behind. The girl, the side of which Hayley could see, was Stacy Marie, although her face was pointed away from the door. It was in front of Nate's crotch, ferociously giving him a blow job while Sully pounded the hell out of her pussy. Sully was grunting, interjecting an 'oh yeah' and 'fuck!' every few seconds. Stacy Marie, on every thrust from behind was sounding an 'ugh' while she moaned into Nate's cock. Nate, who had his head looking down at Stacy sucking his cock was saying, "Oh yeah, suck it. Suck that cock you horny bitch. Yeah, you like having two guys don't you? You like a cock at both ends, don't you? Just wait until I shove this in your ass. Sully's not going to stop fucking your pussy either, we'll both fuck you at the same time. You want that don't you? You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" In response, Stacy Marie nodded, cock still in her mouth, and moaned her acceptance. Nate, being the only one who was even facing the door saw a wide-eyed Hayley as she took in the scene, shocked. Thinking it was all cool, he smiled a shit-eating grin and threw Hayley a two-thumbs-up before she quickly stepped back and slammed the door as she left. --------------------------------- Kara was mixing herself a White Russian at the bar when Rob walked up to her. "Hello," he said. Kara looked up and then back down at her mixing, but smiled. "Hello," she responded. It wasn't unusual for random men to walk up to hit on her. She had come to get used to that fact. "Umm, I'm Rob." "Hello, Rob," she replied, the mixing of the drink still holding her interest. She had assumed a bit of flirt in her tone, though. Sort of nervous, which Kara found cute, Rob asked, "You're Hayley's sister, aren't you?" This brought Kara's attention up to him. "I am," she stated. "You know my sister?" "Yeah, we talked earlier." "Well then, Rob. You don't find it a little inappropriate to be hitting on me right now?" Rob was suddenly embarrassed, and getting slightly red. "Oh, no," he stammered. "I'm not hitting on you." "Okay," Kara said, wondering what exactly was happening if he wasn't flirting. "What are you doing?" "When I was talking with your sister earlier, she was looking for her friend, Stacy Marie. You know her?" Kara nodded. Rob continued. "Well, I told her that I thought she had gone back inside after she and Sully got some beer, so she went in there to find her." Kara started to become suspicious about where this was going. "And it was just a few minutes later that she came running back out of the house. She looked really upset. She walked off down the beach." Kara's eyes got wide with realization and concern. She slid the glass of White Russian across to Rob. "Enjoy the drink, Rob," Kara said as she bolted out the back door and out onto the beach to look for Hayley. --------------------------------- Hayley sat alone on the beach, far off from all the happy people at the party. Her gaze was set blankly on the ripples of the water gently washing against the sand. She heard a noise close-by and looked over to see Kara walking towards her, shoes in hand. Kara said, "There you are," tossing her shoes onto the ground and sitting down next to her sister. "I've been looking for you." She looked out at the moonlight shimmering on the waves. Hayley looked back out at the water. "Sorry, I just had to get away from everyone." Kara looked over at Hayley, concerned. "Somebody told me you ran out, upset or something. I was worried." Hayley was silent, continuing her unbroken watch over the state of the sea. Kara realized that this moment wasn't the right one to push if Hayley didn't want to talk. She noticed Hayley's toes moving in the sand, burying and uncovering themselves, then repeating the process over and over. "Took your shoes off too, huh?" Hayley's eyes dropped down to her feet, then back out to the water. "Yeah. It was hard to walk in the sand with them on. Then, the sand felt amazing so I left them off." "Ecstasy makes everything you touch feel like it's the greatest sensation in the world." "Yeah." Kara was too concerned with the fact that Hayley was definitely upset because of something to prolong trying to figure it out any longer. "Hayley?" she prodded. "Stacy fucked Jack today." Kara let out a deep sigh. "Yeah. I know." Hayley finally turned her head towards Kara. "You knew?" she asked. "Yeah. I saw them in the hot tub when I got home from picking up the pills. You got back a few minutes later." "Why didn't you tell me?" "There wasn't a good time. You and her got ready and left to come here, then she was there again inside. Couldn't really talk to you about it with her there, could I?" "No. I guess not." "Tell me something, though. I thought you wanted them to get together. I mean, dinner last night, the pool this morning. I figured you would have been okay with it." "She told me right before you guys got here. It shocked me. I love Jack, and Stacy's my best friend. I would have loved for them to be together. But I was thinking more 'love' and not just 'fucking,' so I stormed off when I heard it." Kara nodded, following along. "But apparently something changed your mind. When you left the poker game, you were heading off to find her. That's what you said." Closed Doors Ep. 03 "Yeah. Well, Debbie changed it." Kara prepared herself for whatever problem Debbie had introduced into the situation. Knowing that, whatever it was, since Kara had orchestrated Jack's ex-girlfriend's involvement tonight, she herself was ultimately responsible. Hayley continued. "It was obvious that they were into each other in there. And when I looked at Stacy Marie, I knew that she knew it too. I felt bad for her, she's had a crush on Jack for a long time, you know? So I went to make sure she was okay." "I take it you found her?" Hayley nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Two doors down the hall, getting fucked by Nate and Sully." That surprised Kara. She knew Stacy Marie was a firecracker, one-on-one sexually at least. But a casual three-way with two guys? Damn. "Really? A threesome?" "Yeah. And that's when I knew she would have done nothing but hurt Jack. She hurt me. She knew I liked Sully. She knew he liked me. More than her. So, she punished my brother by stealing my boyfriend. I had to get the hell out of there. So," she concluded, "here I am." "Oh, Hayley," Kara said consolingly. She scooted closer to her sister. She wrapped her arm around Hayley, resting her hand on Hayley's shoulder. The touch sent a spark through Hayley's body, a benefit of the drugs that Kara had distributed earlier, and she laid her head down on Kara's shoulder. She leaned her body into Kara's as well. Kara started stroking a finger up and down Hayley's bare shoulder and the top part of her arm. To Hayley, being touched, and also to Kara, doing the touching, the sensations were wonderful. They sat there silently for a few minutes enjoying the moment, each increasingly thinking that what they really wanted might be more. More touching, more feeling. Hayley thought back to the dressing room. "Kara?" "Yeah?" "Do you think what happened earlier was wrong?" Kara knew exactly what she was referring to, she herself had been thinking of it right then. "You mean in the dressing room?" "Yeah. I mean, cause we're sisters. Sisters - families - aren't supposed to do that, right?" "Did you like it?" Hayley lifted her head to look at Kara, who looked back at her. Hayley nodded and laid her head again on Kara's shoulder. Kara laid her head over onto Hayley's and resumed stroking her arm. "Well, I liked it too." Hayley felt better hearing Kara say that, it relieved some of the guilt that she had been trying to keep at bay. She moved her hand down to Kara's thigh and started stroking her fingers over it like Kara was doing on her arm. Kara's eyes closed at the sudden pleasure, and though she didn't open her legs up, she did uncross them so that they were side by side, stretched out in front of her. "Can I ask you something now, Hayley?" Kara's voice was noticeably softer and more breathy now, under the sensations of the contact her little sister was making with her bare skin. "Sure." Kara slid her fingers from Hayley's shoulder to her neck, never breaking contact with her skin, and started stroking the side of her neck, up to her earlobe and back down again. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Hayley's stroke on Kara's thigh became longer and she added another fingertip to the trail. "Once. When I was little. Before I ever kissed a boy. But it wasn't really a kiss. Just a peck." Hayley nudged her head on Kara's shoulder, readjusting it a little. Kara lifted her head from Hayley's, which caused Hayley to lift hers. They looked at each other. Kara glanced down at Hayley's lips. Hayley reacted by glancing down at Kara's. Even though Kara had broached what they were both now contemplating, it was Hayley that leaned in first. Both of them closed their eyes right as Hayley's lips made contact with those of her big sister. After the lightness of the initial contact of their lips, the sisters leaned into each other. Hayley's hand took the place of her fingertips on Kara's thigh, now gliding with her palm and more pressure. Kara parted her lips and when Hayley felt the tip of Kara's tongue, she did likewise. As their tongues intertwined, Kara slid her hand from Hayley's neck, back to her shoulder, then further down her side. Hayley felt Kara's hand brush against the side of her breast, finding its way down to her waist. Hayley felt Kara pull her little sis into her. The kiss intensified. Hayley was nervous, yet excited, as she moved the hand on Kara's thigh towards the inside of the leg and was reassured when Kara parted her legs, allowing, even encouraging, the path Hayley was beginning to embark on. Kara wrapped her arm further around her sister, bringing her hand to the front along her abdomen. Spurred on by a moan into the kiss from Hayley, Kara slid the hand up to the bottom of the younger's breast, which only a few hours ago she had stood admiring in that dressing room. Her thumb and finger found one of the laces that cinched the blue top together between the soft globes of flesh and pulled it, undoing the knot. The top pulled apart slightly, instantly, as the tension of the laces was released. Kara drew her arm back and planted her hand in the sand behind Hayley to support herself while she brought the other hand over and slid it inside Hayley's top through the opening she had just untied. She took Hayley's breast in her cupped palm, and, although still covered by a bra, kneaded the mound, slipping her thumb inside the cup to brush against Hayley's hardening nipple. Kara broke the kiss and moved her lips down to Hayley's neck, kissing it softly, yet with growing passion. Hayley used her fee hand to start pulling the laces out of the front of her top. She didn't want to have to stop any of the multiple sensations she was feeling, receiving or giving, so the only way was to pull the string out completely so that the shirt would just fall off her shoulders onto the sand behind her. Kara took her hand away from Hayley's breast. Pulling her legs up under her and shifting her hips brought her into an upright position, kneeling in the sand beside her sister. Kara grabbed the bottom hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, tossing it on the beach a few feet away. There was no bra obstructing Kara's melon shaped breasts, she hadn't bothered to put it back on earlier. It was probably still on the floor in Debbie's bedroom. To Hayley, that was just fine. Her eyes took in the sight of Kara's bare breasts, which she had always admired, and she reached up tentatively taking one into her hand, actually feeling it after all this time. She leaned forward taking the nipple on the other tit in her mouth, circling the protruding skin with the tip of her wet tongue. Kara shut her eyes and tossed her head back. As the little sister suckled her, Kara wrapped her arms around Hayley's head and pulled her closer against her chest. After a minute or so, Kara slid her hands around, taking Hayley's face in them. She pulled Hayley up, hungrily meeting soft lips with hers. As they were kissing, Kara fell back onto the sand, pulling Hayley down on top of her. Hayley maneuvered to straddle one of Kara's legs between her thighs, interlocking with her lover from the waist down. Having yet to break their kiss, Kara reached down and grabbed Hayley's ass tightly, massaging the firm pillows while at the same time pulling her tighter against her body. This encouraging motion caused Hayley to start rolling her hips. The miniskirt she was still wearing bunched up enough that a new jolt of electricity shot through her as she felt the friction of her pussy making contact along Kara's thigh. Even through the panties, it was overwhelming. When Hayley moaned again into the kiss, it excited Kara even more. She took one hand from Hayley's firm tush and slid it down between their two bodies until her fingers found the button that held Hayley's wrap-around miniskirt together. She thanked God, in a brief flash of thought, that fortune had made it so that while shopping Kara had convinced Hayley to get this skirt, as easy as it was going to be to remove. She deftly undid the fastener and pulled her hand back out from between their gyrating bodies holding an edge of the denim fabric. With ease, the skirt unwrapped from around Hayley's hips and Kara blindly tossed it away on the sand. Kara wrapped her arms around her sister and rolled her over, deciding that now she wanted to be on top. With her hands planted on either side of Hayley on the ground, she lifted the top half of her body off her lover and paused to take in the beautiful, sweet face of Hayley looking back up at her with those precious hazel eyes. Kara had only her shorts still on now, and felt a bit underdressed when she saw how elegant her little sister looked laying there in her sheer, lacy black bra and panties. Kara thought that Hayley was as beautiful as Hayley would have said Kara was. "Do you like them?" Hayley asked, looking up at her big sister. Kara nodded and leaned down to kiss Hayley's chest, right above the edge of the black cups, a few times before arching back up. Hayley smiled at the sensation, as well as the flattery. "Mom got them for my birthday," Hayley explained. "Don't tell dad." The girls laughed at the moment of levity. "They clasp in the front," Hayley hinted about her bra. Kara grinned and, taking one hand from the sand, gently unclasped the bra. She softly pushed one cup to the side, then the other, baring Hayley's breasts. With the tip of her finger, Kara slowly traced along the bottom of Hayley's tits, following the curves until she came around to the top. Bringing her finger down, she glided it around Hayley's hard nipple, trying to tease by purposefully not actually making contact with the protruding nub, just memorizing every inch of skin that was around it. Hayley let her eyes close and licked her lips, purring softly. She reached both of her hands down and took hold of the waistband of Kara's shorts, unfastening them and sliding the zipper down. Hayley slid one hand inside the opening and ran her fingers through the light patch of hair at the top of Kara's pussy. Kara hadn't bothered to put her panties back on either, it seemed. Kara slid her hips up Hayley's body to give her hand a little more access, and Hayley immediately took the advantage, sliding her hand farther between Kara's open thighs. Kara was wet. Hayley easily slid her fingers into her sister's hot slit, rubbing them back and forth along it. Kara let out a sharp exhale and lowered her head down to Hayley's mouth, thrusting her tongue in. Hayley pressed a little harder with her hand until Kara's mouth broke away and started kissing down Hayley's body, first at the neck, then chest. She briefly took a nipple in her mouth as she continued down Hayley's stomach. When she got to Hayley's hips, she hooked a finger inside each side of the panties and began to pull them down. Hayley lifted her hips off the beach, and Kara slid the black garment down her thighs, knees, and, finally, ankles. Hayley pulled her feet out of them and Kara tossed them over onto the skirt nearby. Hayley lowered herself back onto the sand. She was completely exposed now, totally naked and eager for Kara to return to her. Kara stood up and slid her shorts off before kneeling back down, straddling Hayley's hips. Kara lowered her mouth back down to Hayley's, their bare breasts pressed against each other. Hayley wrapped her arms around Kara's neck as they kissed. Kara moved her lips to Hayley's neck while her little sister kept her hold. "Kara?" Hayley whispered softly, barely distinguishable from her heavy breathing. "I don't really know what to do." Kara stopped kissing Hayley's neck and lifted her head to get a look at her. As they stared into each other's eyes, Kara realized that this was truly new to Hayley. Her first time with a woman. She lowered her lips to Hayley's once again without saying a word. Kara slid her hand down between them until she came to the bare folds of Hayley's sex, wet with arousal. Hayley moaned and moved one hand to Kara's breast while she placed the other on Kara's thigh, simultaneously massaging them both. Kara rubbed around Hayley's swollen clit and Hayley was getting into it, uttering different sounds here and there expressing her pleasure. Kara reached down a little further and easily slipped a finger into Hayley's tight little opening. This caused Hayley to suddenly break the kiss, tossing her head to the side to take some heavy breaths. Kara smiled as she slid her hips down Hayley's legs, moving herself further down her sister's body, kissing a trail down Hayley's skin as she went. When Kara had made her way off of Hayley's legs, she saw them gracefully spread open, inviting whatever she might be planning to do. Keeping her finger inside the tight little hole, Kara moved her tongue into the slit right above it and slowly licked up the lubricated path. She felt Hayley's body tense up and heard the moan as the tip of her tongue made contact with Hayley's swollen clit. Kara closed her lips around it, gently sucking it into her mouth as she took a second finger and placed it inside. Amid the murky thoughts popping up in her head, Hayley couldn't decide whether it felt so good because it was the feel of another woman, or because it was the naughtiness of being with her sister that made every sensation feel so unbelievably good. Or was she finding out why those little pills were called ecstasy? Whatever it was, she didn't want it to end. She could feel Kara's fingers inside her beginning to move. She could feel every slight motion of Kara's tongue and her lips. When she felt the fingers start to thrust in and out, she could feel the explosion starting to build. She ran her hands down to Kara's head, and intertwined her fingers in the blonde hair. Kara knew that Hayley was getting close to an orgasm now. She pulled her lips back but left her tongue in place against Hayley's clit. When Hayley started a long moan as Kara started thrusting her fingers harder inside her sister's slick passage, the tip of her tongue took on a rhythm of it's own flicking back and forth across the sensitive flesh. Hayley's thighs tightened up against Kara's head as the sound from her younger sister turned into a solid, long, loud moan. Suddenly, Kara felt the muscles in Hayley's pussy clamp down on the invading fingers and at the same instant, Hayley's thighs were like a vice around Kara's head. Kara didn't let up on her tongue assault, even when Hayley's ass nearly jerked away as the wave hit and Hayley threw her back up into an arch above the beach. Hayley's eyes rolled in the back of her head as the impact of an orgasm on ecstasy hit her. She could form only one coherent thought and that was "OH MY GOD," which was the only thing she could say as well. After nearly a minute frozen in that awkward arched position, Hayley slowly relaxed her body and fell back down onto the sand. Her thighs released their grip on Kara's head, and Kara pulled her fingers out as she gave Hayley's pulsing cunt a few soft kisses. Kara lifted her head up and looked up Hayley's body to see her eyes still closed while she was trying desperately to catch her breath. Kara could only smile at the lovely sight and started sliding back up Hayley's body until she was back on top of her. She slowly and softly brought her lips down on Hayley's. Hayley moved her lips into Kara's. She could taste herself on her sister's lips. She had never tasted that before, but was pleasantly surprised by it. Maybe it was just because it was her sister that everything seemed so wonderful, maybe it was the drugs. But at this moment, she didn't really care. She had never felt such pleasure, and she wasn't about to try to analyze it. Kara rolled off onto her back beside of Hayley. Hayley rolled onto her side against Kara, putting her arm around Kara's waist and laying her head on her shoulder. Kara gently stroked Hayley's hair and Hayley brought her knee up, laying it over across Kara's legs. They laid there quietly holding each other. ---------------------- To be continued... Closed Doors Ep. 04 ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode FOUR "VACATION" ---------------- Jack stepped out into the hallway, pulling his amp and guitar case, and quietly closed the door to Debbie's bedroom behind him. He didn't want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful sleeping there, covered only by a rumpled sheet. The beach house was trashed, the aftermath of the party that had ended only a few hours before. Making his way through a sea of empty plastic cups, crushed potato chips and other discarded party accoutrements, Jack ran into Sully and Stacy Marie in the kitchen drinking orange juice. "Ah, ladies and gentlemen," Sully announced to no one in particular, "may I present the 'Walk of Shame'." He cracked Jack a sly grin. Jack flipped him off. Sully started laughing. "Yeah, fuck you, too. Want something to drink?" He held up is glass as if to suggest some orange juice. "Nah, man," Jack replied. "I gotta get going." "Where are you off to?" Sully asked. "Home to pack, then off to Key West for a week. Got some gigs." "Wow!" Sully exclaimed, impressed. "Playing in the Keys. Lucky bastard." Jack pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lit it. "Well shit, at least take a cup of coffee with you, man," Sully suggested. He turned to look at Stacy, who had been silent this whole time a few feet away. "Can you hand me that coffee pot?" Unenthusiastically, she turned and grabbed the carafe from the coffee maker. "Hey, Stacy," Jack greeted with a smile. Handing Sully the coffee, she replied cooly, "Hey, Jack," and moved back to her position of non-involvement. That was weird. He quickly dismissed the thought, though, as the random insanity of the fairer sex. "Here, man" Sully said, handing Jack a large Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks, man," Jack replied, taking it. "I guess I'll see you all later." He shook hands with Sully. "Later, man. Have fun," Sully replied. "Bye, Stacy," Jack called out to her. No response. She just stared out a window at the beach. Jack shot Sully a questioning look, and all Sully could manage was an 'I don't know' shrug and a shake of the head. Jack shook his head too, then turned around and left, pushing his equipment out the door. As soon as he was out of sight, Stacy Marie spun around and pounced on Sully, yanking his shorts down and shoving him back against the counter. "Damn, girl," Sully spit out in surprise. She had caught him off guard. "Is this why you gave Jack the cold shoulder, so he would leave quicker?" Stacy Marie shot a stare into his eyes. She reached up under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. As she was standing back up, she grabbed Sully's cock and tugged on it a few times. "Just fuck me." ----------------------- Debbie stirred awake at the sound of a trunk and car door slamming shut, and an engine starting. She opened her eyes as the car pulled away. That must have been Jack. Why couldn't he have stayed a little longer? Then she smiled. There was a folded note on the nightstand marked 'Ebb', Jack's nickname for her from when they dated. She crawled out of bed and headed into her bathroom. When she came back out, she slipped an oversize sweatshirt on to cover her naked body, picked up the note, and made her way towards the kitchen for something to drink. She was thirsty after the long night. Debbie read the note as she walked down the hallway: "Had fun last night. Sorry You couldn't come along This week. Keep next Sunday Free, we'll have dinner. --Jack" She smiled real big. Had butterflies in her stomach. So taken by Jack's encouraging message was she that her mind didn't register the rhythmic, muted sounds as she approached the kitchen. She looked up from the note and froze in mid-step. Stacy Marie was on her back on top of the dinner table with her tube top down and bunched around her waist, and her skirt pushed up, leaving her bare ass at the edge of the table. That's where Sully was standing between her spread legs, hands reached out and locked onto her tits, ramming his cock into her. Neither registered the presence of another person suddenly in the room. Debbie's focus stuck on her brother. She was viewing visual evidence to support why all those girls went nuts over him. His body was chiseled from marble. Greek god, that's what they call him, a Greek god. This was the first time since they were little that she had seen him fully naked, and now she was watching him fuck a girl. It was a weird sensation watching someone you were so closely connected to in so intimate a situation that normally it would never have offered to present itself to you in the course of a lifetime. Knowing she should be running away, she was rooted to the floor. Long strokes. Long enough to allow long strokes. Sully started grunting and slamming into Stacy's cunt harder and faster. Oh, god, he's gonna cum. Sure enough, about five strokes later, Sully pulled his cock out quickly and rapidly jacked it, erupting all over Stacy's tits and abdomen. Oh my god. Long. Thick. Debbie saw her brother's entire cock for the first time and she felt a splash of moisture between her legs. Just like every other girl. On the table, Stacy Marie was rubbing her lover's cum into her skin as she came down from her own orgasm. She rolled her head to the side and caught sight of Debbie standing there, mouth open in surprise. Debbie, in a split-second, realized Stacy Marie had seen her and spun around, running back down the hall to her room. I think she dropped something, Stacy thought to herself. She looked back at Sully who now was backed up and leaning against the kitchen counter, finishing his orange juice and staring at Stacy's lithe, uncovered form on the table. She grinned at him. "Your sister saw us." That caught Sully's interest and he glanced toward the hallway with raised eyebrows. In a sly, intrigued tone, he responded, "Oh, really?" --------------------- Kara stirred at the sound of a knock at the door, but tried to stay asleep. A few seconds later, the pool house door opened, sending a beam of bright sunlight directly across her face. That woke her up. "Close the door," she said to whoever it was while trying to shield her eyes with a hand. "Kara?" came her father's voice. "Yeah, daddy," she answered. "Can you close the door please?" "Oh, yeah," he said as he quickly jumped inside and shut the door behind him. Kara slowly lowered her hand. The curtains filtered the brightness of the sunlight out and it wasn't painful to open her eyes anymore. "Good morning, daddy," she flashed him a smile as she whispered. Dave sat down on the edge of the mattress beside Kara. "What are you doing sleeping in here?" "Oh," she began, allowing her head to fall back down to the pillow. "It was pretty late when we got back, and she -," nodding to Hayley asleep beside her, "was pretty loud and neither of us wanted to wake you and mom up. So, we walked around the side of the house and slept out here." "Where's your brother at?" "He's not back yet?" Dave shook his head. "He probably spent the night with Debbie. They were pretty cozy last night." She grinned. "Oh, did you - ," he said, beginning to lightly trace his fingertips along the sheet over her thigh, "get cozy with anyone?" Kara giggled. "No, daddy." Then, knowing it would turn him on, added, "Not with a boy, anyways." Dave's eyes opened in surprise. "Oh?" he asked teasingly. "Were you a naughty girl with another naughty girl?" Kara smiled, nodded her head, and giggled. Dave's fingers started sliding along the inside of her thigh moving up to massage the sheet into her mound. Kara looked over at Hayley. She was still fast asleep. Kara looked back up at her father, then nodded towards the bathroom. Dave understood the inference and stood up and walked to the bathroom. Kara slipped out of bed and followed him in. Once they were both inside and the door was locked, Kara stood in front of her father. "So," Dave began, "who was this naughty other girl?" Kara smiled and pressed herself up against her father's front. "I can't tell you, daddy," she answered, kissing him lightly on the lips. Then, she whispered, "It's a secret." Dave swatted her ass lightly. "If you're not a good girl, then you might have to be punished." Kara knew this game. She looked up at him with her 'innocent' look. "Well maybe I could be a good girl in another way." Dave smiled back. He knew this game too. "You look cute in your tight little t-shirt and panties." "Aww, you're sweet, daddy," Kara replied in her best little girl tone. "I can be sweet too." She reached out and unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to the floor as she knelt down in front of him. "That's my little girl," he sighed as Kara slid his hardening cock into her mouth. ----------------------- Stacy Marie smoothed down her skirt and straightened up her top as she sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. Sully had made a quick escape, after he came of course, to the shower, leaving her alone with a cup of coffee and her thoughts. And her thoughts were on Jack. As soon as she saw Debbie and Jack last night, she knew. Hayley told her not to worry about it, but Stacy now figured that last night Hayley knew too. Ultimately, her best friend had set her up for a fall. Stacy Marie didn't think Hayley would do that to her, though. But, at any rate, that's the way the events of the evening ended up transpiring. Then she remembered something. The paper that Debbie had dropped when she walked in on the sex a little bit ago. She didn't see her pick it back up. She had to know what it said. It had to have been from Jack. Stacy got up and walked over. Sure enough, there it was, still on the floor. Opening the folded page, every word on it entered her head instantly. Fuck! her mind screamed. What does this mean? What am I going to do? Can I do anything? Should I? Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. And then, one resounding answer. Yes, I can. Yes, I should. Yes, I will. Step one - don't let on. Stacy Marie refolded the note and walked down the hallway to Debbie's room. She waited a moment before knocking. Then, she did. "Who is it?" came Debbie's voice from inside. "It's Stacy. You dropped something in the kitchen," she replied through the closed door. There was the noise of shuffling, then a few seconds later a latch clicked and Debbie's door opened, presenting an embarrassed looking blonde trying to look anywhere but directly at Stacy Marie. "Here you go," Stacy Marie said with her best 'sincere' smile as she held the note out to Debbie. "Umm...thanks," Debbie muttered, clearly nervous and still not making eye contact with Stacy Marie. "Listen," Stacy began, deciding she should get Debbie past her embarrassment, "about before..." "I'm so sorry," Debbie blurted out. "I didn't mean to walk in..." "Stop," Stacy interrupted. "It's alright. If anyone should be apologizing it should be us, or me. So, stop worrying about it, okay? No biggie." Debbie finally looked up at Stacy Marie, her gaze judging the sincerity of the statement. Stacy Marie realized what Debbie was thinking, so she added, "I mean, I'm the one who was naked. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me. Oh, and I am by the way." Though, she really wasn't, but it was meant to make Debbie feel better. That made Debbie laugh finally and Stacy Marie joined in with her, the atmosphere finally lightened. A door opening diverted the girls attention to a room further down the hallway and the sight of Sully, glistening with moisture, hair wet, and fully nude, walking out of the bathroom. "Ladies," he said as he moved past the pair and into his room. As Stacy Marie went to turn her head back to make some comment about Sully's lack of decency, she caught the lingering gaze of the sister on the brother. Too long to just be surprise. Just about long enough to verge on inappropriate. Stacy wondered what Debbie's mind was telling her. ---------------------- Jack walked in the front door. The house was pretty quiet. Not that unusual for a Sunday morning. He headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee so that it could brew while he was in the shower. As he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he paused. Fuckin' hell. Bent over, getting something out of one of the cabinets under the counter was his mom. In her short robe. Without panties. Jack pointedly cleared his throat, then said, "Hey, mom." Karen jumped and straightened up at the sound of the voice. "Jack!! Jesus, you scared the hell out of me." She gave a relaxed chuckle. "Uh, mom?" Jack said, pointing to his chest. In the jerky motion in which she had straightened back up, her left breast had fallen out of her robe and was on display. Karen looked down, saw it, and quickly covered it back up in her robe. "Sorry about that," she replied, embarrassed. "Hey," Jack smiled, "I wasn't complaining." "Oh, hush you," she admonished, grinning, but blushing. "Are you just now getting here from the party?" Jack nodded. "Yeah. Ended up spending the night with Debbie." "Oh, really?" Karen said, surprised. "Guess I don't have to ask if you had fun last night then, do I?" Jack looked over at her. In perfect, dry deadpan, he replied, "If you must know, I would call it a highly enjoyable evening." Karen started laughing, and Jack soon joined her. "You making coffee?" he asked. "Yeah, it's brewing now." "Okay, I'm gonna get a shower, then. Gotta leave soon." Karen nodded. As Jack walked by, he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. "Love you, mom." "Love you, too, sweetheart." Was my son really checking me out? He was. Karen got a fuzzy feeling as she mulled that over. She knew what the feeling was, she had felt it before in her life. It had just never been caused by Jack before. Wonder what that means? ------------------------ Kara stuck her head out of the bathroom door to see if anyone was out there. There was just Hayley, and she was still asleep. "Okay, daddy. All clear," she said, opening the door the rest of the way. Dave exited the bathroom, giving Kara a playful smack on the ass as he went. She closed the door, smiling. A few seconds later, he heard the shower come on. As he was moving to leave the pool house, he paused to look at Hayley. Like Kara, she had slept in a t-shirt and panties, but the shirt she had was one of Jacks, so it wasn't as snug as Kara's. Hayley's shirt had slid up and exposed her mid section through the twists and turns of sleep. Hayley was laying on her front and the thing that caught Dave's eye, causing him to pause in the first place, were the black panties that hugged her ass snuggly, and was defined by the smooth curves of her hips and backside. Dave remembered seeing her fully naked a few days before when he had accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom. Yet, he was more turned on by this look, than he had been then. Those panties. When did she get those? Those are good panties. Though he had just gotten a blowjob, he was quickly stirring back to life, looking at his younger daughter. Hearing the back door to the house open and close snapped him back to reality and he quickly reached down and covered Hayley with a sheet, then hopped out of the pool house. Jack was walking alongside the pool towards the pool house. "Oh, Jack. There you are," Dave said to his son. "I wanted to talk to you." "Okay," Jack replied, stopping to talk. "What about?" "Well, originally I was going to see if you were sure you had enough money for your trip," Dave explained, "but now that Kara is going too, I'll just give you this..." Dave pulled out the American Express card from his wallet and handed it to Jack. Jack took it. "Kara's going?" Dave looked a little confused. "That's what she said...I just figured you guys had talked about it." "No, I don't think we did," Jack said, trying to remember. Then he just shrugged his shoulders. "Well, at any rate, if she wants to come, that's alright by me. It'd be nice to have company." Dave looked at Jack for a second, then accepted Jack's response, nodding his head. He patted his son on the shoulder. "Alright, you guys just use that card for whatever. I know you're going down there to play, but just save that money for later, when you're back at school or something." Jack was surprised by the generosity. "You sure?" Dave nodded. "Think of it as a family vacation. Minus the parents, of course. Your mom and I never made you spend your own money when we were on vacation, did we?" Jack shook his head. "Alright," said Dave, satisfied with his argument. "There you go." "Thanks, dad." Dave gave Jack's shoulder another pat. "You're a good son, Jack. Go and have a good time. Take care of your sister. Don't let her raise too much hell." Jack laughed, "Yeah, I'll try dad." Dave laughed too, then went back to the house. Alright, kickass. Jack put the card in his wallet and went into the pool house. The first thing that caught him off guard was Hayley asleep in his bed. What's she doing in here? Hayley rolled from her front on to her right side, facing towards Jack, and cuddled herself up in the sheet, still asleep. She can never not be cute. Jack smiled. The second thing was the sound of the shower running, then shutting off. That has to be Kara. She'll be out soon enough. Jack went to the storage closet for his suitcase and started filling it with clothes. If Kara's going, she'll want to go out. Better bring some nicer clothes, too. "Better take your suit, too," Kara said, walking out of the bathroom, "you never know." Jack looked over. He smiled. "That's my robe." Kara was wearing a white, cotton bathrobe Jack had stolen from some hotel or another. Though, in true 'Kara' style, she hadn't bothered with closing it up with the waist cinch. It covered nothing but her shoulders and arms. The rest of it just served to frame the wide open front. She had all her best features on display. "I hope you don't mind me borrowing it," Kara replied, sly grin on her face. "No, not at all," Jack played back. "I like what you've done with it. Looks good." Kara giggled. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" Jack grabbed a towel from a cabinet and headed towards the bathroom for a shower. As he passed Kara, he teased, "Only in the best ways." Kara laughed. "If you're coming to the Keys with me, we leave in an hour and a half!" he called out as he shut the bathroom door. ------------------------ By the time Stacy Marie had to sit though a second redlight in her Ford Fusion on her way home, she had decided that he had to talk to Hayley about what was going on, or maybe more correctly, what went on. She activated the SYNC system from the button on the steering wheel and commanded to the K.I.T.T. wannabe, "Call Hayley Cell." A few beeps registered and processed her request. There was no comforting male computer voice with a response like "Okay, Michael" like she remembered from Knight Rider. Sully used to watch it all the time when they were little. I don't know why I remember that. It was a little disappointing, though, when instead of the sound of the call ringing through, the sound of Hayley's voicemail message played over the car's speakers. Shit. "End call," Stacy growled, frustrated. She debated turning left when the light turned and heading straight for the Bennett house. But when she noticed a bit of dried cum on the back of the hand gripping the steering wheel, the better idea was to continue straight ahead and shower first. Especially after all that she had done last night and this morning. The realization that she would also definitely need fresh clothes, especially panties, only sealed the deal. Fuck, I'm not even wearing my panties. They're still somewhere at the beach house. Great. Closed Doors Ep. 04 With a fingernail she scraped that patch of dried goo from her hand and hit the gas when the light flashed to green. ----------------------------- "Rise and shine, party girl," Kara said, shaking Hayley's sleeping body. Hayley mumbled something incoherent and rolled away from Kara. Oh, no you don't, thought Kara. She placed a sharp smack down on Hayley's ass. "Oww, shit," Hayley screamed, bolting up into a sitting position. "What the hell was that? That hurt." "I did ask you nicely," Kara pointed out. "Now, come on, get up. Jack's in the shower and I still have to pack. Hayley was confused. "Pack? For what? I thought you weren't leaving until next weekend?" "I'm going to go with Jack. He's playing down in Key West this week," "Key West?" Hayley questioned. "Can I come?" "Can you be ready in an hour?" Hayley, instantly awake and alert, nodded excitedly and jumped out of the bed, skipping to the door. ------------------------- "Hayley too?" Jack asked. Kara nodded while her mother was busy talking to someone on the phone. "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind her coming. She's more than welcome to and I would love it," Jack explained. "But I just don't think three people, our luggage, and my equipment is going to fit in my little car. Fitting you in was stretching it as it was." Kara smiled, proud of her anticipatory logistical skills. "Not a problem," she answered, holding up a set of keys, "we're taking the Land Rover." "Wow," Jack said, genuinely impressed. "How did you get dad to give that up?" "I'm a conversational wizard, little brother," she grinned. "Right...," Jack trailed off. Then he perked up. "That means I can take my new Gibson and the half-stack." "You weren't going to take it?" "No room," Jack explained. "Now there is." He turned around and ran out to load the Land Rover. ------------------------------ The steaming hot water felt like heaven as it flowed over Stacy Marie's naked body. She had been standing there under the shower head for ten minutes now and hadn't even begun to begin any sort of cleaning process. Just some slow, soft rubbing of her hands down her body, a kind of light massage, gentle squeezes of her round, tender breasts, a finger or two sliding through the strip of hair that led down between her well-exercised legs. Stacy Marie thought about movies. How you always see the woman taking a shower after some amount of sex because she feels dirty now, defiled for whatever reason, and wants nothing more than to wash all of the sex off of her. Stacy Marie wasn't that woman. She was showering because she was dirty. But the kind of dirty that comes with all the exercise, sweat and other bodily fluids that are generated during sex. And she had done a lot of that over the past 24 hours. Jack. Sully. Sully and Nate. Sully some more. I am not a slut. Sometimes a girl just needs a little fun. Stacy Marie didn't feel bad about it at all. Well, except for the situation with Debbie and Jack. What was she going to do about that? She needed more information. Hayley had told her not to worry about anything. But then Jack and Debbie spent the night together. Jack was friendly enough when he said hello this morning, and it seemed like he hadn't changed the way he was interacting with Stacy at all. Maybe she was just reading the whole thing wrong. And I had to be a bitch to him. Stacy Marie needed information. She needed to get ahold of Hayley. She should be up by now. Stacy rushed through the soaping and rinsing and hoped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around her for propriety's sake, she walked down the hallway to her bedroom and grabbed the Blackberry from her bag. She hit a few buttons. Shit, voicemail again. She decided to try the house phone and scrolled down through the contacts until she found the one labeled 'Bennett House'. Fuck, it's busy. At least I know someone's there. The only thing left to do was just head on over there. She hand Hayley had plans to go shopping today anyways to get stuff for their graduation trip. They had been talking about their 3-day excursion to Myrtle for a few months now. An afternoon at the mall would give her plenty of time to talk to Hayley about Debbie and Jack. Stacy Marie let her towel drop to the floor, and after the burst of refreshing coolness of the air hitting her naked body, stood at her closet selecting items of clothing. ------------------- "Okay, Jack," Karen said handing him several sheets of printed paper. "I got you guys a private cabana. It has its own kitchen and everything like that. Right on the beach. These are the directions and stuff." "Okay," Jack said, sticking the papers into the overhead visor. "Thanks, mom." "Oh, you're welcome. It's been awhile since the three of you were together for a vacation. I just wish your father and I could've gone. Just not enough notice." "Yeah, it kinda snowballed, didn't it?" Jack replied. Karen laughed. "Yeah, Kara has a way of doing that." "Maybe we can all go somewhere later on in the summer." Karen smiled. "Yeah, we'll see what we can do." Hayley walked up and threw her pillow and a thin blanket into the backseat. "I see Hayley is ready," Karen pointed out. Hayley climbed into the backseat and sat down. After closing the door, she stuck her head out of the window and stuck her tongue out at her mom in response to her sarcastic comment. The two broke into laughter and Hayley laid down across the backseat, resting her head on the pillow. Kara came walking over to the vehicle, waving an iPod touch at Jack. "You left this on the counter, dumbass." "Oh, shit. Thanks for grabbing it," Jack replied, adding, "smartass." Dave poked his head out from under the open hood. Examining the oil level on the dipstick, he said, "Oh, I wanted you guys to take the extra set of keys for the Land Rover. Just in case." He returned the dipstick into the engine. "Kara, honey, can you go get them?" he asked while focused on some other examination around the engine. "They're in my desk." "Okay, daddy," she said, going back into the house. In Dave's study, Kara started going through the drawers one by one. In the bottom left-hand one, she found a prescription bottle. Viagra? He never needed those with me. Or did he? She opened the bottle to look at the little blue pills. They look kinda like Jack's xanax. Realizing the hijinks that could ensue, she took five or six from the bottle and put them in her pocket. These should make things interesting. She was excited thinking about how the pills might react with Jack, who definitely didn't need them in the first place. --------------------------- Kara slid her seat as far back as it would go. Worrying about whether or not Hayley would have enough leg room was pointless as she wasn't even upright, but stretched horizontally across the backseat. Kicking her sandals off, Kara propped her feet up on the dash. "Comfortable?" Jack quipped from the driver's seat. "Getting there. The nerve pills are helping. Thanks." Jack laughed. "They always do. But what do you say we christen this roadtrip?" Kara's eyebrows peaked, insinuating her question of what he meant. "It'll add to the relaxation quotient," Jack grinned. "Grab my cigarettes from the glove compartment?" Kara smiled as she lowered her feet back to the floorboard to access the glove compartment. "Let me guess..." "Yep," Jack said proudly, "spark that thing up." As Kara was digging the joint from its nestled position among the menthol cigarettes, she made a comment. "You do realize that this is Dad's car. And pot does have a certain noticeable scent." "Relax, sis," Jack replied, "we got this thing for a week. I think that's plenty of time for it to air out." Kara shrugged and propped her feet back up on the dash as she lit the joint and took a hit. She handed it over to Jack, and as he was inhaling his first dose of the intoxicating smoke, the vehicle was gliding out of the on-ramp and into the freeway traffic. ------------------- The chimes of the doorbell sounded. Karen looked up from her book. She wasn't expecting anyone, but, nevertheless, someone was there so she sat her book down and went to answer the door. Karen smiled big when she opened the door and saw who it was. "Debbie!" Debbie smiled back at her former boyfriend's mother whom, while she was dating Jack at least, she had grown close with. "Hey, Mrs. Bennett." Karen got a 'you know better than that' look on her face. "You know it's 'Karen'. I think we got past formality when you walked up on me and Dave in the hot tub that night." Debbie giggled and nodded. She remembered that night. She had been so embarrassed and worried about how they were going to react to being caught by her in the throws of nude foreplay, but the way they handled the situation just showed her that they were some of the coolest people in the world. "Come in, come in," Karen beckoned. "Let me get a look at you. It's been so long." Debbie stepped inside and Karen closed the door behind her as she proceeded to look her up and down. Karen had thought Debbie was one of the most beautiful girls that her son could have ended up with from the moment Jack had brought her home for dinner that first time. Now, as she looked at the shapely blonde in her khaki Capri pants, a stray thought popped in her mind of her son sliding his hands up those thighs and around to grasp what had to be firm, bubbly ass cheeks before turning her in a quick twist and pressing his hardening erection against it. What the hell was that? She had never had a thought involving Jack like that before. As her eyes moved further up Debbie's body, an open, short sleeved, navy blue button-up shirt hung loose over a tight, white tank top. A pair of perfectly plump breasts stressed the cotton fabric as they pressed out against it. Still standing behind her with his hardness pressed into Debbie's firm backside, Jack's hands would slide around to her front and up to cup those round mounds. They would fit perfectly in his hand. It probably feels like heaven to her when he does. "So, Karen," Debbie spoke up, stressing the point that she was now calling her 'Karen', as requested, "how have you been?" Karen snapped out of her stupor. Thank god, where did all that come from? "Oh, I've been alright. Working. Crazy with your guy's graduation. Trying to prepare myself for the empty nest I'll have next year." "Aww," Debbie said empathetically. "Well, I'll still be around here. I could be your stand-in child if it gets too lonely for you." She smiled. Karen started laughing. "You may get taken up on that." Then, she realized that she didn't know why Debbie was here. "So what brings you around? Though, I'm sure it involves Jack." Wink. Debbie grinned impishly. "Yeah. We kind of had a moment last night." Karen grinned knowingly. "Yeah. I know. And judging from the time he got home - this morning - I'd think 'moment' might be an understatement." Maybe that's why those images were in my head. Jack and I talked about this when he got back. I knew they had sex. Thank god that's all it is. Debbie's eyes got real wide and she blushed real red. Karen laughed again. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just teasing you. I think it's great. It makes me happy. I missed you. And I know he did too." Debbie got a warm, encouraging feeling inside. "But," Karen went on to add, "he's not here. He has some club that he's playing at in Key West. So, he and the girls went down there for the week. A little vacation for the kids." Debbie nodded her head, "Yeah, I know. He asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't. Didn't know that Hayley and Kara were going though." "One of Kara's split-second major event plans," Karen clarified. So Jack wanted to take her with him. That's interesting. Debbie nodded knowingly about Karen's explanation of Jack's traveling company. Debbie herself had been a pawn in one of Kara's plans yesterday, with wondrous results. "But he had left me a little note on my nightstand for when I woke up this morning," Debbie was explaining. "So I thought I would come over here and leave him one for when he gets back. Is that okay?" Karen nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, of course. I think it's a wonderful idea. So sweet. Come on." Karen started towards the patio doors on the back of the house and Debbie followed. Stopping at the threshold, Karen pushed one of the doors open and pointed out. "He's taken up residence in the pool house since he came back. You should probably leave it out there." Debbie nodded. "Do you have time to stay for a bit? I can make some coffee, I'd love to catch up," Karen asked. Debbie smiled and nodded. "Sure, I'd love that." This is going good. "Good," Karen decided, "you go do your thing and I'll be right out with the stuff." ----------------------- Debbie entered the poolhouse and looked around. Allowing herself some wishful thinking, she was excited that Jack was staying out here instead of in his old room in the house. If things worked the way she hoped they would, the seclusion of this space would be well appreciated, and well used. Off to the left, Debbie spotted a desk with some items (music books, computer equipment) that told her it would be a place that Jack would notice her letter. She pulled the envelope from her pocket. Inside with the letter was a small snapshot of them kissing sweetly at their prom from back when they were dating. She took it out, then licked the envelope to seal the note inside. Privacy. Where Jack had written "Ebb" on the note he left for her, Debbie had no cute nickname for him. She left a print of her lips in a pink lipstick kiss instead. Propping the envelope up against a little desk organizer, and laying the picture of the kiss flat on the desk at the bottom of her envelope, she inspected the setup one last time. Pleased with herself, she turned and exited the poolhouse. Walking back towards the main house, Debbie met Karen exiting with a serving tray containing a pot of coffee and all the accoutrements for drinking it. They sat at the table and talked for an hour. About Kara's modeling, Hayley's college, Jack's music, Kara's successful plan/manipulation that got Jack and Debbie back together. They made plans to get together later in the week to do some shopping or something. Both of them felt wonderful to have the other back within the orbit of their lives. They had always had one of those 'mother-daughter-who-are-good-friends-like-you-would-have-with-a-cool-aunt' type relationships. ------------------ "I've been thinking," Kara started, turning the volume on the car stereo down. "About what?" Jack asked. "I don't think we should tell anyone that I'm your sister when we're down there," Kara suggested. "Okay," Jack replied. "Why?" "Well, I just think that people knowing that would create some intimidation to guys who might want to have some fun, or whatever," she elaborated. "Planning on fucking a lot of guys, are you?" Jack looked over at her, cracking a grin. "No," Kara laughed. "But I want a guy to feel he can talk to me if he wants without worrying if my brother is the overprotective type." Jack pondered the request for a moment. Then, he nodded. "Fair enough. Who are you, then?" Kara thought for a second. "I don't know, I could be your manager or something." Immediately, Kara was excited about that. "Yeah, let me be your manager!" "Alright then." Kara reached to turn the music back up, but before she could, Jack asked, "What about Hayley?" "What do you mean?" "Do we say she's my sister?" Kara was silent for a few moments. Then she just shrugged an 'I don't know'. Jack quietly watched the road, thinking. Man, she comes up with the weirdest logic sometimes. But, it is logical in it's way. "Alright, then," Jack said. "What do you think Hayley will say about my new manager?" "I'm sure she'll be cool with it." Jack looked in the rear-view mirror at his little sister sleeping in the backseat. ---------------------- "Hey, Mr. Bennett," Stacy Marie said with a sultry perk. He's always so easy to play with. Especially looking as she did in her tight, lo-rider jeans and black, midriff t-shirt with a white Playboy bunny logo designed and positioned perfectly to draw attention to the pert, teenage breasts bulging underneath. And that's where his attention was. For added effect, knowing there was a decent chance of running into him, Stacy Marie had decided to forego a bra, and could now feel the hard nipples that capped her breasts pointing out to Hayley's father, almost beckoning him to think he cold make a move. "Hello, Stacy Marie," Dave replied, mouth dry and working hard to hold an eyeline appropriate with the luscious young blonde a few feet from him at the door. "Hayley around?" "Umm...no, she isn't actually," he answered. "Oh," Stacy Marie sighed, not expecting that Hayley would not have been there. "Any timeframe on when she might be back?" "Oh, let me think," Dave said, looking up while he paused to think. "I think they said Saturday or Sunday. I can't remember which." That took Stacy completely by surprise. "What do you mean? Where did she go?" Dave just looked at her, confused for a moment. He had expected that she would have known, being Hayley's best friend and all. "Uh, the girls decided to go with Jack to Key West for the week. He's got a show to play. So, we sent them on a little vacation. She didn't tell you?" Stacy Marie shook her head. "No, last time I talked to her, I assumed we were still just going shopping and to Myrtle later this week." Dave felt a little bad for Stacy Marie now. "Well, I think Kara was the catalyst for the whole 'sibling vacation' trip. Spur of the moment. You know how she is." Dejected, Stacy Marie just muttered, "Yeah." "Honey," came Karen's voice from the patio door side of the house, "who are you talking to?" By the time she finished asking the question, though, she had traversed the distance to the front door. "Oh, hey Stacy." "Hey, Karen," Stacy Marie replied with a forced smile. She wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. It got worse though, and that smile immediately disappeared when she noticed what was right behind Karen - Debbie. What the FUCK is she doing here? There was an awkward moment as the two acknowledged each other's presence. Debbie was still a little uneasy about walking in on Stacy Marie and Sully earlier. Stacy Marie was very uneasy about the fact that Debbie was here at Jack's house, with his mom. "Well," Debbie said to Karen, suddenly uncomfortable in the new situation, "I've gotta get to work. Thanks for the coffee." "Oh, you're welcome, sweetie," Karen responded. "I'll give you a call sometime this week and we can have dinner or shopping or something." Debbie smiled back at her and nodded. She had no clue about the rage that this little back and forth was stirring in the other young blonde standing there. "Well, okay then. Bye, Karen, Mr. Bennett." She turned to Stacy Marie. "See you around?" Stacy Marie forced a smile so as not to tip her hand. "Yeah, I might come by the beach house later. See what Sully is up to. You gonna be around?" Debbie shrugged. "After 9:00 anyways. Have to work till then." "Okay, cool," Stacy Marie said to her. Then she turned to Hayley's parents. "I've gotta be going too. I guess I'll just talk to Hayley when she gets back." "Okay, dear," Karen said, smiling, then turned and went back inside. Stacy Marie started to walk to her car. But she couldn't resist. She turned her head to look back at Dave, still standing at the door watching her go. Purposefully keeping her tight ass in his field of view, she cooed in her 'singy-songy-only-with-Mr.-Bennett-flirty' voice, "Bye-bye, Mr. Bennett." A little finger wave for added effect. Closed Doors Ep. 04 Dave stared back, mouth dry again, which made it unable to speak. He grinned and nodded. Then he watched as she climbed in her car and pull away. At the stop sign on the end of the Bennett's block, conveniently out of sight from their house, Stacy Marie came to her proper driving procedure stop. Both hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had turned a blazing white. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT BITCH! Then, she started beating the hell out of the steering wheel with clenched fists and screamed/squealed this time, at the top of her lungs, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT BITCH!" ------------------------ While they were at Burger King, where they stopped for lunch, Kara explained to Hayley about the 'manager'. Hayley's reaction to the idea was to erupt into giggles. She also decided that it might be fun to play along with the charade, if she could figure out how she could play. When they climbed back into the Land Rover, Hayley leaned forward between the two front seats. "Wake me when we get there." Jack smiled at Hayley's playing and responded with a dry, "Yes, ma'am." Hayley broke into another fit of giggles and went back to her 'sprawled across the backseat' sleeping position. About twenty minutes down the road, Jack looked in the mirror to find his little sister sound asleep. "I could never figure out why she goes right to sleep whenever she's in the car on a trip," Jack observed. "Always has," Kara replied. "Besides, you gotta cut her some slack. She had a big night last night." Jack glanced over at Kara, intrigued. "Oh, yeah? How's that?" Kara twisted around to look at Hayley, making sure she was asleep. Then, "If I tell you, Jack, you absolutely cannot let her know that you know." Jack grinned, anticipating the tale. "This is going to be good, isn't it?" "Do you promise?" Kara asked seriously. Jack held his right hand up like was taking an oath. "Scouts honor." "You weren't in the Scouts, Jack." "Damn, I didn't think you'd remember that." "Promise?" Kara asked again. "Fucking hell," Jack laughed. "Yes. Just tell me!" Kara was silent, running the final debate through her mind on whether or not to actually tell him. "She, uh, had her first girl on girl experience last night." "What?" Jack exclaimed, snapping his eyes over to Kara. However, he unintentionally turned the steering wheel as he did, and swerved onto the shoulder of the interstate. "Jack!" Kara warned. Jack looked back out at the windshield and realizing what was happening, jerked the wheel back sharply to the left. The sudden forceful jolt caused Kara to lose her hold on the large iced tea she was holding. It tipped back towards her, soaking her shirt. "OH SHIT!" Kara yelled. "OH FUCK! It's cold, oh my god it's cold!" Kara flung the cup out the window, and, as quick as she could, grabbed her t-shirt and peeled it off. Once the vehicle was steady again, Jack glanced over at Kara. She turned an tossed the wet shirt into the floorboard behind the driver's seat. Jack glanced at the road to make sure he was still driving straight. Then, took another lingering glance at his sister. Having removed her t-shirt, Kara now sat there in her black bra and charcoal pleated skirt. Jack thought the bra material was sheer enough to be see-through, but looking closer, realized that he couldn't see her nipples. Kara caught Jack's gaze and grinned. "If you wanted to get my shirt off, Jack, all you had to do was ask." When he looked up to her eyes, she gave him a wink. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, "but I just wasn't prepared at all for that." "Yeah, I got that," she let out with a sigh. Jack glanced back down to her breasts, then down to her skirt and thighs, then back up. "Not gonna put another shirt on?" "Can't. They're all in the back," she answered. Kara caught Jack with a grin on his face staring ahead, eyes on the road. "I could take the bra off too, if you wanted." Jack looked over at her. She had a sly grin on her face, enjoying the situation. He gave a quick glance again over her tight body. "No," he decided, "leave it on. It looks good. That whole ensemble looks good." Kara leaned over and kissed Jack on the cheek. "You're sweet, Jack," she said, quickly adding, "driving skills aside." "I already said I was sorry." "I know, I know. That was the last one. No more comments," Kara promised. Jack was quiet for a minute or two. Then he asked, "Who?" "What?" Kara asked, not comprehending what Jack was asking. "Who was the other girl?" he clarified. With a sheepish grin, Kara looked at Jack. "Me." "Fuckin' hell," he spat out, looking over at Kara with the look of shock on his face. "It's true. We were down the beach from the party, both feeling the Ecstasy. It just sort of happened." An image of Hayley and Kara together flashed in his mind. A bulge sprang up in his shorts, which didn't go unnoticed by Kara. Well, that got him excited. Kara looked into the backseat. Hayley was still sound asleep. Kara leaned over on the console, her upper body moving closer to Jack. "That idea turned you on, huh, Jack?" Kara slid her hand over onto Jack's thigh and up to his zipper. Fucking hell, what is she up to? "Our baby sister has the softest skin. You should feel it, Jack." Kara pulled the zipper down and snaked her hand into his shorts. Whoa, her hand is soft. Kara found his growing cock and wrapped a few fingers around it. "You never know, Jack, down here, maybe you'll get to." Kara maneuvered and pulled his cock out through the open zipper. Wrapping the rest of the fingers on that hand around it, she started slow, long strokes up and down his pole. What has gotten into her? Not that I mind. At all. "Her tits are so perky and firm, Jack. And those nipples, oh, I could suck on them all day," she said in a throaty whisper. She sped up her rhythm on his stiff shaft. She is actually giving me a hand job. Fucking hell, Jack, do not let yourself lose control of this vehicle. "And then I kissed down her tummy, and her body shivered under my kisses." Stroking faster, harder. "My tongue got down to her pussy. God, Jack, she was so wet." Kara leaned to put her lips right up to Jack's ear. "Hayley smelled so good all wet like that. Then, when I shoved my tongue into her, I found out that she tasted even better." Fucking hell, that's hot. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. Jack, you have to keep this vehicle straight. No matter what. "Our little sister was so tight, Jack, that I could barely get two fingers into her." Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. "And when she came, Hayley shoved my face right into her hot little pussy and ground her clit against my tongue. She clamped down on my fingers with her tight little tunnel and came right on my face, Jack." Oh, shit. Oh, shit......FUCK!!!!!! Jack erupted, shots of the gooey liquid shooting up his chest, landing on his shirt. The last few squirts fell onto Kara's hand, still milking her stepbrother's cock. Taking deep breaths to calm himself back down while Kara cleaned the cum off the head of his member and worked it back into his shorts. Kara looked behind them. Hayley was still asleep. She settled back into her seat. Jack looked over at her. Without saying anything, she raised her hand to her lips and made a little show of licking the cum from it. "Can you hold the wheel for a second?" Jack asked his sister. "Sure, okay. Why?" "This shirt is coming off." Kara held the steering wheel steady while Jack swiftly took his shirt off. He handed it to Kara, who, in turn, tossed it with her shirt in the floorboards. Jack took back control of the steering wheel with his left hand, while he dug in the console compartment and pulled out a prescription bottle. He opened the lid and dumped a couple of Xanax's into his hand, then popped them into his mouth. Kara giggled. "You're like House." Jack chuckled, "Yeah, other people have pointed that out to me too. Want a couple?" He reached it over to hand to her. She grabbed it, got herself two pills and put the lid back on the bottle. This time Jack just went ahead and put them in his pocket instead of the console. He had a feeling he might need to have them on him as much of the time as he could. "Cheers" Kara said, tossing the pills back. A few minutes later, Jack looked over at Kara. Kara looked into his eyes. Seeing the question he was trying to answer in his head, she answered: "because." Because? What does that mean, 'because'? His questioning look told her he still was waiting for a reason. Kara sighed. "Because. Because I wanted to yesterday in the pool house. Because I wanted to last night in Debbie's bedroom." Okay... "Look," Kara began to elaborate, "I'm of the mindset to treat this week as a vacation from who we are. This week you're a musician, I'm your manager, and you have no girlfriend to worry about. I think it'll be fun. And since I'm not your sister this week, I took the opportunity to do something I couldn't do before. Does that make any sense to you?" Jack managed a little nod. "Fair enough." He took his right hand from the steering wheel and reached across, patting the inside of Kara's left thigh. She smiled back at him. Then he returned his hand to the wheel. -------------------------------- "Alright, Hayley," Kara said loudly, shaking Hayley, who was still asleep in the backseat, "get up. We're here." Hayley slowly stirred awake, rapidly blinking her eyelids, adjusting to the sudden brightness. She saw Kara leaning between the two front seats. What's wrong with this picture? Figuring it out, Hayley asked, "Where's your shirt?" Kara looked down, then smiled. It hadn't really occurred to her anymore that she hadn't been wearing one. "On the floor in front of you," she answered. "Jack swerved kinda hard and my tea spilled all over me." "Oh," Hayley accepted, not needing further explanation. "Jack's in there registering and getting the keys and stuff," Kara explained. "What time is it?" Hayley asked as she sat upright. "About 6:30." Jack appeared and got into the driver's seat. He handed the stack of forms to Kara. "Put those in the glove box," he said. He looked in the rear view mirror at Hayley as he shifted into reverse. "Morning, Hayley," he said sarcastically. She stuck her tongue out at him and smiled. He backed out of the parking lot and turned onto a gravel drive path leading through a small palm grove. "We're in the last one. Number 13." "Thirteen?" Hayley chimed in. "Isn't that bad luck?" "It can be good luck, too," Kara stated, throwing Jack a wink. "Haven't you heard 'lucky thirteen' before Hayley?" "I guess," Hayley admitted apprehensively. "Well," Jack began to elaborate a little, "it's a hundred yards from the nearest cabana. I think that's a bit of good luck." ------------------------------- Debbie's eyes flashed over to the front door of the beach house at the sound of knocking. Stacy Marie was peeking in through a pane of glass, and smiled and gave a little 'it's me' wave when she saw Debbie notice her. Not wanting to get up, and seeing no real need to, Debbie waved her hand up, waving Stacy in. "Hey," Debbie said as Stacy Marie walked in. "Hey, Ebb," Stacy Marie replied, using the nickname Jack had written on the note. Debbie looked at her, confused at her use of that name. "Oh, sorry," Stacy said, feeling the need to respond to the look she saw on Debbie's face. She took a seat beside her on the couch. "I saw it on that note that you dropped, and thought it was cute. Fitting." Debbie stared at her for a little longer, which made Stacy Marie a bit nervous. No one has ever called me that except Jack. Cute. Fitting. If it was any other time in her life, she might have objected. But hearing the nickname and the mention of the note Jack left just reminded her of Jack and the note he left. Besides, Stacy Marie had been nice to her, and cool about this morning. It looked like she and Sully would be getting along well for a while, at least, so she'd be around. Plus, it had been so long since Debbie ha had someone to call a friend. Be a friend. I can tell that she actually wants sit with me, talk to me, maybe even hang out. Friends use nicknames. Debbie's straight-faced stare morphed into a smile. "Jack's the one who came up with it," she explained. "He's the only person who's ever called me that." She paused for dramatic effect. "But I suppose it sounds okay when you say it too." Stacy Marie started giggling. "Ok, good. You had me worried there for a moment. I thought I had crossed a line." Debbie joined her in laughter. "Do you have a nickname? Any boy ever give you a pet name?" Stacy Marie shook her head. "No. Hayley calls me Stacy Marie. Your brother calls me 'sexy', but I don't think that counts." Debbie laughed some more. "No, I don't think it does," she agreed. "Too bad, though." Stacy Marie looked at Debbie thoughtfully. She's trying to bond, be my friend. Okay. She has absolutely no idea. No idea what she is taking from me. She smiled, and said, "You could call me 'Marie'." "Marie?" Stacy Marie nodded slowly. "Yeah. I always thought 'Stacy Marie' sounded like a mouthful, too formal. Everyone who doesn't want to say the whole thing always just says 'Stacy'. But if you wanted, you could call me Marie." Debbie smiled appreciatively, her eyes misted slightly at the gesture. "Okay," she agreed, "Marie." "Okay." "Well, Marie, now for the bad news." What? Bad news? Stacy Marie got a worried and confused look on her face. Debbie finished. "Jon isn't here. Won't be back till later." Stacy Marie let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Damn, you had me worried there for a minute. Bad news. I thought someone died or something." Debbie laughed a little at Stacy's admission. "You're welcome to hang out with me while he's gone. If you want." Stacy Marie thought as she looked at Debbie. Oh this is too easy. Then she looked at the tv, and a moment later, settled herself back into the couch. "Okay, Ebb, what are we watching?" Debbie smiled and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position as well. "A Dateline. I am addicted to this channel. It's all crime documentaries." Stacy Marie nodded in interest. "What's it about?" Debbie explained the case: A boss was being accused of sexual assault by his female employee. Apparently, on a convention trip he got drunk at a bar and she was giving him a lift back to his hotel. They stopped at a liquor store because he wanted more alcohol and she asked him to get her a bottle of water while he was in there. When she got it, the water had a salty, bitter taste so she tossed the bottle out the window. The next time she has any conscious memory, it's about six hours later and she's lying completely naked in her boss's hotel room bed and he's no where to be found. She could feel that her body had had sex. At the hospital, she tested positive for an insane amount of GHB. The cops were assuming that's why the water her boss gave her tasted salty. "The guy looks like a total sleeze," Debbie commented. "Yeah, I think I'd have to be drugged to fuck him, too," Stacy added. The girls erupted into laughter. -------------------- "Wow," Kara breathed upon entering their cabana. "Mom sure knows how to pick them." They were standing in a large, open lounge/kitchen/dining area. Straight ahead on the back wall was the door that led out to the beach. To their right was a wall with three doors leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. Above their heads, to the left, was a loft with its own private bathroom. The cabana was decorated in that light, airy island feel. Furniture made of tropical hardwoods, bamboo and rattan. Couch, loveseat, and chairs all with overstuffed cushions. Kara walked to the farthest of the three doors, the one closest to the back door. Sticking her head in, she called out, "I'll take this one." "I got the other one," Hayley quickly spit out. "And I guess that leaves me with the loft?" Jack asked, faking irritation. Hayley looked up at him with her big, 'pretty please' eyes. Jack gave a little laugh, "Yeah, okay." Hayley chirped a "Yay!", and gave him a big hug. "You know that one of these days that pouty look isn't going to work anymore," Jack teased. "It worked today, though," Hayley replied, grinning up at him. ----------------------- Hayley couldn't find the tanning oil that she thought she remembered packing. She had been rushed though. Then something occurred to her. Her sister was a model. One that just got back from a session on some island. Kara was bound to have some. Hayley decided to raid her sister's stuff. Kara was out on the beach at the moment, but she wouldn't mind. Walking back out into the living area and turning to Kara's room, Hayley could hear Jack up in the loft. She thought about their conversation at the Burger King and the 'vacation' idea that had resulted in Kara being transformed into a non-relation musician's manager. What did that mean for Hayley? All of Kara's things were lumped in a pile as organized as thrown items could be as they landed on a bed. Hayley pulled Kara's makeup case from under a giant suitcase and an equally awkward carry-on. The oil was easy enough to find. What interested Hayley more was a little plastic baggie stuffed in one of the pockets next to the little built in mirror. Little white pills. Hayley knew exactly what they were. They had made her night last night at the party. Debating for a moment, Hayley reached out in a panicked "hurry-up-before-you-get-caught" type of cat-like grace and eased two of the pills from their package and into her hand before she heard, "Hey, what's up?" Hayley immediately shoved the tablets into her pocket as she spun like a ballerina to see that Kara had returned and was now standing in the doorway. "I left my tanning oil at home." "So you're stealing mine?" Kara teased. "I'd prefer the term 'borrowing'." Kara laughed. "Whatever." Then, she added, "Borrowing some X, too?" Hayley dropped her eyes, embarrassed. She hadn't been as slick with her caper as she had hoped. "It's alright, Hayl. We're on vacation, remember?" Hayley looked back up at her sister. Silent for a minute as she was forming words on how to broach an inquiry, she eventually uttered, "I wanted to talk to you about that." Kara's eyes widened, not expecting that. "Okay. Wanna sit?" Kara pointed over to a chaise lounge next to the window looking out over the beach. Hayley nodded and they headed over and took their seats. "Okay," Kara began, "what's going on?" Hayley was quiet, working up from 'embarrassed to talk about it' to 'I can speak at least one question'. "What exactly does this 'vacation' of ours mean? I mean, this week you're not Jack's sister, or mine maybe, you're his manager. So...?" Kara studied her little sister's face for several seconds. Then, the subtext of the situation became cleartext in Kara's mind and a curve of her lips grew into a naughty grin. ------------------- After hauling his luggage up the stairs to the loft, Jack fell back onto the bed. God, it feels good to lay down. Above him, held up by four posts at the corners of the bed was a sheer, white canopy covering the bed and falling down over the sides and ends to enclose the bed. Right now, though, the sides were pulled back and lashed to the bottom of the posts to allow easy access to the bed. Mosquito netting. Cool. "Jack, you up there?" Hayley called from below. "Yeah," Jack answered. A few seconds later Hayley appeared at the top of the stairs. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Look at that bed. I love it. Me and Kara just have plain ones." "Yeah, but you also got rooms," Jack replied. "Fair's fair." Closed Doors Ep. 04 "I like this one," Hayley commented, hopping up onto the bed and sitting beside where Jack was laying. "Don't even think about it now that I've already had to drag all my stuff up here." "The only thing I said was that I liked it. I wouldn't make you move all your stuff again. I'm not mean, Jack." Hayley scooted around and laid on her back, about perpendicular to Jack, and rested her head back onto his stomach. She looked up into the canopy too. "Alright, as long as we have that settled," Jack playfully stated. "Where's Kara?" "Oh, she went to get Chinese for dinner," Hayley answered. "Chinese? Yeah, I could go for some Chinese." Unseen by Jack, Hayley dropped her eyes and started fidgeting with her hands, working up to broaching a subject. "Jack, can we talk about something for a minute?" "Sure," Jack said, as he began stroking his fingers lightly through her hair. "About what?" "Well, I was talking to Kara before she left," Hayley mentioned. "About her new management position?" Jack was a little confused. "Uh huh..." "Well, I just wondered what it meant, and Kara said it was a break from our societal restrictions. A departure from reality, our own little fantasy parallel universe or something like that," Hayley muttered along. "I don't know. She used a ton of different metaphors really fast." "Okay," Jack wondered aloud, "I still don't understand." Hayley propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Jack. "Well, what confuses me, or what I'm trying to figure out is, if Kara's not your sister in our 'vacation world', am I?" That totally took Jack by surprise. He hadn't really thought about Hayley thinking about it that much. She hadn't seemed that concerned with it when they first brought it up over lunch. While he was trying to think of a response, something that would make some kind of sense, it seemed he was saved by a bell. The phone on the bedside table rang. Hayley looked at Jack for a moment longer, then crawled over to answer the phone. "Hello?" she spoke into the receiver. Jack watched her as she listened to the caller on the other end. He assumed it was the front desk at the resort. No one else had the number. Hayley looked up at Jack and smiled as she was listening. He wondered what the smile was about. Then he found out. Hayley had formed her idea - her answer. "Can you hold on for a moment," Hayley asked the caller, "let me let you speak with my boyfriend about this." Boyfriend? Jack, in extreme shock and surprise, stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Hayley just smiled the biggest, cutest, self-satisfied smile at him as she thrust the handset into the hand of her 'boyfriend'. --------------- "This girlfriend thing...what all am I supposed to do or whatever?" she asked timidly. "Well," Jack sighed, trying to think of his answer, "whatever you would do as any guy's girlfriend, I guess." "You mean like kissing or whatever?" "If you thought it was the thing to do, I guess. Definitely nothing that you find makes you or will make you uncomfortable, we wouldn't want that." Hayley was quiet for a minute, thinking. Then, as suddenly as she had gotten nervous a few minutes ago, she brightened back up. Sitting back up, she said, "Okay." Hayley leaned forward over Jack and kissed him on the lips, then hopped off the bed. When she reached the top of the stairs, Hayley stopped and turned to look back. "Jack," she hesitated, "sweetie, do you think I could have some of those blue pills you and Kara take?" Jack widened his eyes. "Xanax?" He didn't think Hayley had ever asked for, or even had them before. Hayley bit her bottom lip in her cute little way and nodded her head like a little kid asking for a piece of bubble gum. Jack had to smile at her. He dug the prescription bottle from his pocket and tossed it over to her. "Anything for you, baby," he teased his new 'girlfriend'. Hayley giggled. "Kara should be back any minute now with the food," she said before she disappeared down the stairs. Jack watched her go. His curiosity was being piqued by his little sister. -------------------- "Jack, did you call about the bathrobes?" Kara called out to her brother up in the loft. "Yes, Kara, I did," came Jack's disembodied voice. "You're a bit impatient aren't you?" Hayley asked rhetorically. She walked by her sister and plopped down on the loveseat - wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe embroidered with the resort logo. "Says the person who has a robe," Kara pointed out. She stood there wrapped in a white bath towel. Hayley grinned at her frustration. "I'm just surprised it has you worked up like this. I would've thought you'd be fine just walking around here naked. I mean, come on, you rode in the car for five hours without a shirt on." "That's not the point, Hayley," Kara chirped, coincidentally given her unspoken agreement with Hayley's assumption. "It's the principle of the thing. I'm entitled to a robe. I want my robe." "Are you actually going to wear it?" Kara diverted her eyes around the cabana, trying to avoid having to give her truthful answer. "I haven't really decided yet," she finally admitted. Hayley started laughing at her answer. "Shut up," Kara muttered. There was a knock at the door. "Ooh, there it is." Kara went to the door in her bath towel and opened it. ----------------------- At the door stood a six and a half foot tall, dark black man with a pearly white smile. "Resort concierge, ma'am," he said with a Haitian accent in a deep baritone. "I've brought your robes." He held them up to show her he had them. Slightly taken and breathless, Kara smiled at the man and stepped back to let him walk inside. "You can just set them over there," she instructed, pointing to a table nearby. Kara looked over at Hayley, who was watching, and mouthed, "Oh my God. He's hot." Hayley started giggling, trying to muffle herself somehow. Kara worked her eyes over his body as the man was setting the items where he was told to. The white polo fit snug against his well-defined, muscular torso, and she was salivating at the way his toned ass looked in his tan cargo shorts. That is definitely a hard-body. "I apologize for the inconvenience," the man said, turning back to face her. Kara snapped her eyes up from his ass to his face. "Oh, it was no problem really," she smiled at him. "What did you say your name was?" "Tomás," he answered, returning her flirty smile. "Aren't you a little young to be concierge of a whole resort, Tomás?" Tomás chuckled. "I'm 25," he answered. "And I guess it is a bit young. But I am very good at what I do." Kara flashed him a seductive look, having caught his innuendo. She flirted, "I'll bet you are. Do you have to work a lot?" Tomás nodded, "I do work a lot, yes." He shrugged his muscular shoulders, "but I do find time to enjoy myself too." There's another veiled innuendo. He's flirting with me. "Well, Tomás, we were thinking of finding something to do later. Do you think you might want to join us? If you find the time, that is." I can do innuendo too, Tomás. Across the room, Hayley gasped and giggled into her hand at Kara's blatant forwardness. Kara shot her a look. "Ah, perhaps," the concierge replied, "but my shift is not over until 11:30. Would that be too late?" "That's okay," Kara said, reaching around him to grab one of the robes. "As a matter of fact, that would be about perfect." Kara slipped her arms into the robe and got it up and over her shoulders while her body was still wrapped in her towel. Before she closed the robe up, though, she pulled the towel off, flashing her naked body to Tomás in a quick moment. Then she nonchalantly cinched the robe closed. Hayley sat wide-eyed in disbelief at what Kara had just done. That definitely got his attention, Kara. She had caught the same view of her sister's body that Tomás had. "Okay, then, Tomás," Kara said sweetly. "11:30 it is then." Tomás smiled and bowed his head slightly as his silent agreement. Kara opened the door for him and he stepped out. "You know where we'll be," Kara waved as he turned and left. As soon as Kara closed the door, Hayley let out an "OH MY GOD!" Kara turned towards Hayley and broke into a fit of laughter. "I can't believe you just did that!" Hayley exclaimed between giggles. "You are awful!" Jack leaned over the railing of the loft to see what it was that was going on. "What's wrong with you two?" "Nothing," Kara dismissively answered, still laughing. "We're going to have a guest later," Hayley interjected. The two broke into another fit of laughter. Jack just smiled and shook his head. Then went back to what he had been doing. ------------------------- "Kara, if you never come out of there, you're never going to see him," Hayley yelled through the bathroom door. "Oh my God! Is he here?" came an excited reply. Hayley giggled. "No. I'm coming in now." Kara was standing in front of the mirror applying a glossy layer of ruby pearl lipstick, the remainder of her toilette already accomplished. "So what's up, sis?" Kara asked, looking at Hayley's reflection in the mirror instead of actually turning to face her. "Not your sister," Hayley teasingly reminded her while she began applying a light sweep of blush. Just enough to rosy her up a bit. "Oh, yeah," Kara laughed. "That's right." She now turned to face Hayley, catching her adjusting her boobs in the bra she had on beneath an orange t-shirt. The loose, black cotton shorts made her look like the poster image of the 'sexy, yet casual, girl next door'. "Have you come to any decisions about what we talked about?" Kara asked, taking a slightly more serious tone as she leaned back against the countertop. "Some," Hayley smiled enigmatically as she adjusted the drawstring on her shorts. Kara studied her, intrigued. This side of her little sister was new to her, yet fun to see and kind of refreshing. She watched as Hayley slipped a hand into a pocket and then display to her older sister the two white pills she had pulled from it. She watched as a grin appeared on Hayley's lips. "Cheers," the young blonde said as she tossed the tablets into her mouth and swallowed. Kara let out a suppressed laugh. Oh, this is going to be good. She nodded her approval to Hayley. Elsewhere in the cabana, the girls heard the doorbell ring, then a few seconds later Jack calling out to Kara that her 'lover' was here. "Alright, girl," Kara smiled, wrapping an arm around Hayley's shoulder. "It's showtime." ----------------- Hayley leaned over and whispered, "Come on, I've got an idea," to Jack when it became obvious that Kara and Tomás were locked into what was sure to be a long, tongue-intensive kiss. She stood up and led Jack by the hand through the back door to the beach. "Alright, what's this idea of yours?" Jack asked as they stopped and stood in the sand a few feet from the tide line. "I want to go swimming in the ocean," Hayley stated, smiling up at Jack as she kicked off her shoes. "I think the water is going to feel great." Jack chuckled. "You're drunk." "Yeah," she agreed, pulling her shirt off and tossing it onto the sand. The moonlight colored her bared breasts in seductive shadows. "I'm still gonna do it." "Oh, you are, are you?" Jack queried, his eyes taking in the beautiful Hayley in front of him. He got a little hard. "I am," Hayley stated resolutely. She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them, and her panties, down and off at the same time. "And you're coming with me." "Oh I am, am I?" "Yeah," Hayley replied. She stepped up against his side, her bare skin pressed against him. Looking up at him with her puppy dog eyes, she kissed him on his cheek. "I am drunk after all. You wouldn't want me to drown, would you? Then, Hayley took off running naked into the surf. Jack grinned at the sight of Hayley so playful. He yanked his shirt off and dropped his shorts. A few seconds later, he was in the water too. --------------------------------- "Oh my god, look how stupid I look!" Stacy Marie protested. "Was that really just four years ago?" "Oh, come on, Marie, you look cute," Debbie consoled. "No one likes their freshman picture." The two were sitting on the bed in Debbie's room, looking through Debbie's senior yearbook. "Your picture looks better," Stacy said, flipping back to the section with all the seniors in it. There, at the bottom of the page with the 'S' names on it, was Debbie Sullivan, three years earlier, looking very studious with her hair up in her pose wearing that stereotypical black shoulder wrap thing senior girls pose with and an elegant string of white pearls around her neck. "It doesn't really," Debbie replied, "but I'll take your compliment anyways and let it make me feel better about myself." The girls started giggling. Stacy Marie flipped a little further towards the beginning of the yearbook. There, a few places from the first spot on the 'B' page, was a younger looking Jack Bennett. "Aww, look at how good he looks." "Yeah," Debbie sighed, full of memories and nostalgia. "I bought him that tie. He didn't have one for the picture." Stacy Marie handed the yearbook over and Debbie absently trailed her fingers over Jack's picture. "He was my guy," she said quietly, a hint of remorse in her voice. "How long were you guys together?" Stacy asked. "If you don't mind me asking." Debbie shook her head, she didn't mind. Still gazing at his photo, she began, "Jack became my boyfriend in the eighth grade. We threw glances at each other all year. Then, second semester, we had biology together, and it was the first time we had ever been seated next to each other. Alphabetical order didn't keep us apart that time. We were lab partners, and we shared one of those two person lab tables. "You know how it is in eighth grade, though. We were both too shy and nervous to do anything but smile and steal looks at each other. One day, I worked up the nerve to ask him for a pencil, even though I already had one in my bag. It was dumb, but the only thing I could think of. He smiled at me and handed me the one he had just sharpened. It was brand new, and he got one out of his bag for him to use, and it was all old and used." Debbie looked up and smiled at the pleasant feeling that particular memory elicited. "That always stuck with me. I knew he liked me then. The next day, I asked him for another pencil. And the day after that. About two weeks went by of me doing this everyday before I noticed he was always handing me a brand new, freshly sharpened pencil. I asked him about it, and he opened the little pocket on his backpack, and there was one of those big, multi-packs, the ones with like 50 pencils. He told me that he got them for me, since I never seemed to have a pencil, and that he'd carry them for me so that they wouldn't get lost." Stacy Marie smiled at the sweetness of that. "Aww, that's so sweet." Debbie grinned real big and nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah, yeah. That's exactly what I thought at that moment. We smiled at each other and went back to our work. I couldn't stop thinking about it for, like, the next ten minutes. Finally, I had convinced myself to do something. Slowly, I put my hand under the table, and reached over and placed it on top of his. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile. Then, he intertwined his fingers with mine. We looked at each other, smiling like idiots, and held hands under the table for the rest of class. After that, he was my boyfriend, and I was his girlfriend." "Oh my god," Stacy said as she brought her hands up over her mouth, for added dramatic effect, "that is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard." Debbie smiled, embarrassed a little, but proud of her origin story. She had thought about it often in the past three years. It always made her sad to think of it while they were broken up, but now was the first time in a long time that the memory actually made her happy. "That's actually when I got my nickname," Debbie added as an afterthought. "I used to have this notebook with my name on the cover in those glittery stickers. One day, for some reason, I can't remember, the 'D' fell off. Jack saw it and called me 'Ebbie' and started laughing. After that, for some reason he never explained to me, it was always 'Ebb' or 'Ebbie'." "Wow," Stacy Marie commented. "I actually was wondering how that came about. That's pretty cool." She watched as Debbie stood up from the bed and stretched the muscles in her legs. Stacy decided to do the same. Stacy Marie walked over to a bookshelf filled mostly with books, but was more interested in the framed pictures taking up the empty spaces here and there, serving as bookends. There was one of Jack and Debbie at some sort of formal dance. She picked it up to look at it and blurted out, "Oh, shit," when the books it was holding up fell over. She looked back at Debbie. "Sorry." Debbie shook her head. "Don't worry. No biggie." She walked over and stood next to Stacy. Looking at the photo Stacy was holding, she explained, "That was homecoming. Senior year." She got a sad look on her face, and quietly added, "we didn't make it to prom." "I'm sorry," Stacy Marie said with an empathetic tone. I'm not really. She handed the frame to its owner, who went about restoring it to it's spot in the bookshelf. "Ebb," Stacy began after what she had estimated to have been an appropriate amount of silence, "what happened? Why no prom?" Debbie turned to face her, but kept her head down, deciding whether or not she wanted to tell the tale. "Well," she began, deciding to entrust the burgeoning friendship with a personal confidence, "that one is actually not such a sweet story." "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Stacy offered a way out. Tell me, you have to. I have to know what made Jack want nothing to do with you. He has to again. Debbie sighed and sat back down on the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest in an attempt to instill in herself a sense of security. "No, it's okay. I've never really gotten to tell anyone before. It might be good for me." Stacy Marie gave her a sad, but comforting smile and sat down on the bed with her. No one else knows? "Spring Break, our senior year," Debbie's testimony began, "Jack and his family were out of town on vacation somewhere. His aunt's, I think. Anyways, my best friend at the time, Carrie, was dating this college guy who was in a frat. The frat was having this party. I didn't really want to go, but my other best friend, Megan, really wanted to. She didn't want to be a third wheel, or get left on her own, so she begged me to go with them. So I did. "As soon as we got there, Carrie disappeared to the upstairs of the frat house with her boyfriend. And about ten minutes after that, I'm the one that gets left alone when some 7 foot tall, black basketball player shows up, hands Meg a drink, and whispers something in her ear. They immediately disappeared after she smiled at him, in response to whatever he had just whispered to her, and smiled at me in a 'sorry to leave you here alone, not really, but I'm going to go anyways' kind of way. "So, I already just want to leave, but I rode with them, so I settle for just sitting down on a couch that seemed enough out of the way that I wouldn't be bothered that much. And a little later, this guy, Ryan, sits down on the couch, too. It's quiet for a few minutes, then he starts talking to me. I immediately try to avert the inevitable hitting on me that I think is coming and tell him, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend." He laughs and tells me he has a girlfriend. That he sat down to talk because he figured we were in the same boat - stuck at a party with our loved ones not there. So, I relax and we just sit there talking, having drinks. Closed Doors Ep. 04 "It's about an hour and a half later, and I'm good and drunk, giggling and all that. When out of the blue, Ryan reaches out and pulls me into a kiss. I was stunned for a few seconds, but realized what was going on when he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I slapped him and got up and ran to the bathroom. "I stayed in there for about half an hour, then the party outside got quieter all of a sudden, and I could hear this girl screaming at someone. I go out to see what's going on and there's this girl, yelling at the top of her lungs, at Ryan, and waving a digital camera in his face. Apparently, one of her friends had caught our brief makeout session with her little lens and brought it to the attention of his girlfriend. "So, I never figured out how it happened, but by the time Jack got back from his vacation, a copy of that picture had made its way to him." "Oh, no," Stacy interrupted. "Oh, sorry. Go on." "It's okay," Debbie replied, taking the opportunity of the pause to shift her sitting position a bit. "He was absolutely heartbroken, you should have seen his face, and upset. He wouldn't even look at me. He'd walk away or hang up every time I tried to explain. I got him cornered one day at school and asked him why he wouldn't even listen, and he said he had a picture of it, he didn't need to hear the details. I tried to tell him that there was more to it, that it wasn't really my fault, I wasn't kissing that guy, he was kissing me. But, apparently, Nate's brother was a member of that frat too, and had told Jack that, if nothing else, he could vouch for the fact that I had been sitting there with Ryan, alone, drinking and talking and laughing, for a few hours that night." "Oh, no," Stacy interjected again. "Yeah," Debbie answered. "So that was the end of that. I went into a hole. The only person I wanted to talk to was Jack, and he wouldn't talk to me. I pretty much stopped talking to everyone else, all my friends. I didn't even go to prom. And, after a while, I guess everyone just forgot about talking to me, too." "Well, if it makes you feel any better," Stacy said, placing a hand over one of Debbie's, "I'll talk to you, Ebbie." A few tears dropped from Debbie's eyes from the recounting of the story, mixed with the memory of the feeling and the sympathy of the only other person who knew the entire explanation. "It does," she tried to smile, before she broke down crying. "Oh, Ebb," Stacy sighed, pulling the pillow that Debbie was clutching away from her, and hugging her. Debbie leaned over and rested her head on Stacy's lap, while Stacy began softly stroking through the distraught girl's hair. It is such a sad story. But, you had him for five years. Then got him back after I had him for five hours. You had your time. Stacy Marie rubbed gently over Debbie's back, as the girl cried wet tears into the cradle of her lap. "It's okay, Ebb." ------------------ It wasn't until Kara and Tomás ended their kiss that Kara realized Hayley and Jack weren't there anymore. She grinned at Tomás and ran her hand up his thigh. "I think we're alone now. Tomás leaned over and started kissing her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him more room. And as his hand slid up and cupped one of her tits, Kara started rubbing the length of his cock through the fabric of his shorts. As he got harder under her caress, Kara unbuttoned his shorts, undid the zipper and slipped her hand into them. Her fingers found his dick and wrapped around it and started some slow strokes. Damn, it's not as big as I thought it would be. Definitely not as big as Jack's felt. But it's not that bad. Besides, it would be pretty rude to stop now. Kara pulled her hand back out and gave a tug on the waistband of his shorts. "Why don't you take these off for me?' Tomás lifted his ass up a little and pushed his shorts and boxers down and kicked them off. He was fully hard, causing his shaft to snap back against his abs as it was released from the clothing. Size aside, it's a beautiful cock. Smooth, and black and hard. Kara got up onto her knees and pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it aside. "What do you think?" she asked seductively, caressing her full, naked tits. "Very nice," was his reply, sounding exotically erotic to her in his deep baritone and his Haitian accent. He put his hand flat against her abdomen, covering over her belly button. He slid it up her body and between her tits, then over to cup one. He tweaked its nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Staying on her knees beside him on the couch, Kara bent over and enveloped his cock with her mouth. She ran a hand up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls before wrapping it around his ebony shaft, stroking him as her head made rapid, forceful passes up and down on it. "Good god," he uttered in his deep baritone. He pulled his polo shirt off while Kara continued and threw off to the side somewhere. Tomás reached up under her torso and started massaging Kara's heavy tits as they hung down from her chest and jiggled with her every movement. Kara moaned her approval. Tomás slid one hand down along her spine and into her panties, rubbing her pussy and fingering her from behind. After a few minutes, Kara pulled her head off of Tomás' shaft with a 'pop' and stood up from the couch. Standing right in front of his spread legs while he grabbed his cock and stroked it, Kara ran her hand down over the fabric between her legs and back up. Staring down at the man stroking himself in anticipation and watching her show, Kara undid a tied knot on each side of her panties. These are perfect for exactly this sort of situation. Quick draw. Once untied, the panties dropped straight down to the floor. Tomás saw her smooth pussy and smiled, "Yes, yes. Very nice." Kara smiled and ran her hand down over her pussy and back out a few times, putting on a little tease show for him, and herself. Then she got back on the couch and straddled him. Tomás held his cock out in position under her and Kara lowered herself down onto it. Yeah, his cock doesn't feel that bad at all now that I've got it in me. Tomás slowly pushed up into her a few times before she stopped him. "You know, maybe we should take this to my bedroom." "As you wish," Tomás grinned. He moved his hands to cup under her ass and with his cock still buried in her, easily stood up from the couch. "Oh," Kara let out a surprised laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to hold herself up. "This one is yours?" Tomás asked as they indeed had reached the door to Kara's room. ------------------- "Oh shit, Jack, the air is cold!" Hayley squealed as they got out of the water. She started shivering and crossed her arms around her chest, moving her hands around to generate friction and heat. "Well, lets hurry and get back inside and dry off then," Jack suggested as she picked up the discarded clothing from the sand. "Come on." "Jack!" Hayley stopped him as he started to take off back to the cabana. He paused. "What?" "I don't want to go in there naked. Not with Tomás being in there to see," she explained. "Okay," Jack accepted, dropping everything but her t-shirt. "Hold your arms up." As she did, he slid the shirt over them and pulled it down into place. Hayley immediately returned her arms to their shivering position. Jack knelt down and pulled Hayley's shorts and panties from the pile. "Don't worry about the panties, Jack. Just hurry," Hayley pleaded. "Right," Jack said, throwing the panties back down. He knelt down for her to step into her shorts, his head ending up level with, and just inches away from, Hayley's bare pussy. Fuckin' hell, that looks nice. He got her shorts up and buttoned, and, after he slipped his own shorts back on, picked up the rest of the clothes. They hurried back into the cabana. -------------------- When they got back inside, they didn't see Kara or Tomás. Hayley said, "That's weird," not noticing the discarded clothing on the floor in front of the couch. Jack did, though, and looked over to see the door to Kara's room closed. "Not really," he said under his breath. "Come on." When they made it to Hayley's room, she plopped down onto the bed, sitting with her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress. "Can you get my suitcase? I don't think I could move it right now," she stated. Jack walked over to the closet and grabbed it. Fucking hell, what does she have in here? He sat it on the bed beside her and unzipped it for her. Hayley rummaged through it briefly and grabbed a lavender colored piece of clothing. Then, she slid off the bed and stood up unsteadily. Jack quickly braced her, afraid she was going to fall over. "Okay," she said, "I'm good now. Just got a bit lightheaded when I stood up." "Yeah," Jack started sarcastically, "alcohol will do that." Hayley looked up at him and stuck her tongue out in that cute way of hers. Then she left the bedroom for the bathroom. Jack zipped up her suitcase and returned it to her closet. Hayley returned and tossed a bundle of clothes to the floor. She had changed into what ended up being a thin, lavender cotton nightie that came down to about the middle of her thighs. Trimmed in a darker purple around the bottom hem and the neckline, it hugged her body like a second skin. Not tight, just form-fitting. She looks so soft, Jack thought. "Thank you for being so nice and helping me out, Jack," she said. "Hey, what are fake boyfriends for?" Jack replied jokingly. Hayley walked up to him and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him, placing her hands against Jack's chest for support. "You're a great boyfriend, Jack." Hayley crawled into bed and Jack left for his. ------------------ The lights from a car turning in flashed through the window of Debbie's bedroom. Debbie looked at Stacy Marie, "That's probably, Jon." "Yeah," Stacy Marie agreed as the sound of an engine shutting off and a car door opening, then slamming, seemed to confirm their suspicions. The girls sat there and listened to the sound of doors opening and closing, and footsteps walking. First, the front door. Then footsteps down the hall to Sully's room. The sound of that door. A few steps. The bathroom door. A few more steps. Knocks on Debbie's door. "Deb?" Sully called though the door. "Yeah, Jon," Debbie responded. "Marie's in here." Debbie looked over at Stacy Marie and the two giggled at the hilarity of Sully's bloodhound skit though the house. Sully opened the door and walked in. "Hey, ladies," he greeted as he sat in one of the chairs across the room from Debbie's bed. "What's going on tonight?" "Seems like we're some of the few people left in town this week, so we're just hanging out," Stacy Marie explained, sending a smile across to Sully. He didn't catch the 'Marie' thing. Debbie had tensed up when her brother came in and was being quiet, mostly keeping her head down and fidgeting with various things. Stacy Marie picked up on the tension, but didn't let on. "What have you been up to?" she asked Sully. "Weed run. Took forever," he answered. "What do you mean by 'we're the few left in town?" "Well, a lot of people left on graduation trips. Hayley went to Key West with Jack and Kara. So I got left alone." "Really?" Sully wondered, shifting in his seat. "Jack didn't mention her going this morning. Did he?" Stacy Marie cooly shook her head 'no'. "But your sister here was cool enough to let me hang out so that I wouldn't feel totally depressed," she stated, patting her hand on one of Debbie's thighs. "Well, if you're still down and depressed, we could take care of that," Sully smirked. He pulled a rolled up sandwich baggie from his pocket and waved it like a wand of marijuana in the air. Stacy Marie grinned. "Alright. I'm in." "Yeah, I figured," Sully smirked again. "Deb?" Debbie looked up at him for a sec, shaking her head 'no', then dropping it back down. "Yeah, I figured that, too," Sully said, standing up. "Come on, sexy." Stacy Marie smiled and stood up from the bed. She looked down at Debbie, "Well, it looks like we're going. You still up for hanging out tomorrow night, Ebb?" Debbie looked up and nodded, "Yeah, sounds like fun." "Okay, cool," Stacy replied. "I guess it's good night, then." "You two have fun," Debbie said in a forced 'be cool' kind of way. "Oh, we will," Sully said back at her as he walked out into the hallway. "Be sure to put your earplugs in." "OH MY GOD!" Stacy Marie shrieked as she was following him out. She smacked him on his back loud enough for Debbie to have been able to hear it. Stacy stuck her head back in the door. Her cheeks showed the rosy glow of embarrassment. "I'm so sorry about that." Debbie just shook her head. "It's alright. I already know my brother is an asshole." Stacy Marie giggled at Debbie's levity. "Can you close my door?" Debbie asked. "Sure. G'Night, Ebb," Stacy said, in the process of pulling the door closed. "Good night, Marie." Debbie stared at the floor. Sex. He's going to fuck her. All night, probably. Hard, too. She felt herself moisten as hypothetical pictures were popping in her head. Oh my god, this is so wrong. I shouldn't be thinking like this. My body definitely shouldn't be reacting like this. He's my brother. Thirty minutes later, having smoked a bowl, Stacy Marie and Sully sat side by side on the floor in his room, leaning back against the end of the bed. Both quietly enjoying their buzzes, and the low-volume playback of a Dave Matthews Band album. "So what really brings you back to the beach house tonight?" Sully asked, interrupting the conversational silence. Stacy Marie couldn't stifle a giggle at his question. "Subtle, Sully." She turned her head to look at him and when he looked back at her, she smiled, "Subtle." "So. Lonely, huh? Everybody gone?" Sully spoke, going back to looking straight ahead into space. Stacy Marie's body language and tone shifted into sultry. "There might have been some boredom mixed in there, too. I mean, we have fun together, right?" she said in a low tone as her leg moved the few inches to brush against his. Sully smiled, knowingly, and nodded his head. He was still looking straight ahead. "We do." "We can," Stacy Marie said suggestively, sliding her hand over to rub across the inside of his thighs. She felt him harden under her touch, through the fabric of his shorts. "If you want," she added, looking him in the eyes with a smoky gaze. Sully grinned back. Stacy Marie moved her body forward and flipped a leg across Sully's, taking up a position straddling his knees. She leaned her head in and planted her lips on his. While he kissed her back and probed her mouth with his tongue, Stacy Marie reached down and undid the button and zipper on Sully's shorts. She slid a single finger down, and realizing Sully was wearing no underwear to get in her way, she felt playful. She grazed the underside of his shaft with the side of her finger. It tickled him and she giggled into his hiss when she felt his cock react to her tease by jumping. Stacy Marie raised herself up onto her knees and scooted herself down Sully's legs, pulling his shorts along with her. She tossed them to the side as Sully removed his shirt. On her knees at his feet, Stacy Marie slid her hands up each leg, spreading them up and open. Dropping down to an 'on-all-fours' position, Stacy Marie smiled up at Sully as she crawled up into the access she had just created between his legs. She took his cock from his hand, held it in hers, then slid her lips down over the length of it. The whole thing very nearly disappeared as she took him in her mouth. Sully finished fully hardening in Stacy's wet mouth and the boy was surprised when every once in a while, this nubile sex kitten consuming his manhood managed to pull it down her throat to it's full length. "Yeah, we definitely have fun," he moaned. Stacy Marie pulled her head up and let the cock fall from her mouth. Looking up at him, she smiled and responded, "Well, I'm a fun girl." "Yes, you are," Sully said, running a hand down her back. "Your ass looks great in those jeans." Stacy Marie grinned. I know it does. "Oh, yeah?" she asked innocently. Sully grabbed her by the shoulders and stood her up. Wrapping his arms around her once they were upright, he pulled her against his naked body, then ran his hands down her backside. Over the fabric of her Playboy t-shirt, over the band of bare skin at the small of her back, and ending up forcefully taking two handfuls of her denim covered ass. She squeaked as he gripped her and lunged her tongue into his mouth. Sully's hands slid to grip her at her hips and he spun her around so that his front pressed up against her back. The blonde couldn't keep the moan in her lungs when she felt Sully's strong hands slide up her front and grab her breasts. She squeaked like a little mouse when one of his hands moved to pinch one of her rock hard nipples. Stacy Marie leaned back into him as his arms wrapped around her and trapped her against his body. His hands slid down her belly to unbutton her jeans. Very deftly, Sully had them unfastened and the zipper down. Sully backed away from her a step and bent her torso over the bed. "Oh," escaped from her lips at the suddenness of the position change. As her hard nipples and dangling breasts smashed into, and rubbed against, the comforter and mattress of her lover's bed, she started to move her hands to pull her shirt off. Glad I don't have a bra to mess with too. Sully snapped a hand around one of her wrists as it got to the bottom hem of her black t-shirt. "No," he commanded, a forceful tone taking root in his voice. "Stays on." Stacy Marie had never been subjected to control like this before. Oh my god. Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want with me. I want whatever it is. Too much. Please. Sully gripped the waistband of Stacy's jeans and yanked them down to the floor. He left them bundled around the shoes and socks she was still wearing. They acted like fabric shackles, binding her legs together. He had to order her to stop again when she instinctively tried to step out of the pants assuming they were just going to be totally removed like any other time. But they weren't this time. Sully had control. He was setting the conditions. Sully stood and stared for a moment at Stacy Marie's sweet ass on display in front of him. After a few moments of inactivity, Stacy wondered what was happening and turned her head to look. Sully slapped his hand down on one of her ass cheeks. "OH SHIT!" she yelped. "Eyes front," he commanded. Stacy Marie obeyed without hesitation, quickly spinning her head back around to look up at the headboard. Oh shit, that stung. Do it again. Please. Do it again, then fuck the shit out of me. As if he was reading her mind, Sully's hand came down with a loud crack on the other cheek. He heard a muffled yelp come from his 'prisoner' and smiled when he saw the matching pinkness of his handprints on her ass wiggle back and forth a bit. She likes it. Look at that. She's teasing, begging. Shaking her ass at me. Sully dropped down so that his face was level with Stacy's luscious ass and slid a finger under each side of the sheer black thong that traced her curves, and added the panties to the cloth restraint bundle at her ankles. With his hands, he spread her cheeks apart, presenting her flower, already dripping wet and swollen open. With his tongue, he eased Stacy's clit from under it's hood as her body convulsed at every graze she felt of the tip of his tongue. Wanting a better taste of her tangy juices, Sully flattened his tongue and licked her like an ice cream cone from her clit to her asshole. Stacy Marie's hips jerked involuntarily when his tongue grazed her tiny hole. Oh shit. That's never happened before. Oh, damn, there it is again. Goddamn, but that actually feels good. It surprised her, actually, the sensation of a tongue probing her ass. I hope he doesn't plan on sticking that cock in there. It's too big, I don't think I could take it. Closed Doors Ep. 05 ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode FIVE "FILM (Part I)" ---------------------- Hayley awoke at the sounds of the island birds noisily starting their day. She was immediately aware of Jack's absence, but then she smelled the coffee brewing downstairs and knew that he had been awake for at least a little while. She sat up and felt the air on her naked chest. Looking down, she realized that the garment had shifted through the night, uncovering her breasts. Hayley thought it was a little weird, because she had slept in Jack's bed, but the shifting had happened to her before, on occasion, so she just dismissed it as 'one of those things'. Whatever, Jack saw me naked yesterday anyways. Sliding her arms back through each of the nightie's straps, Hayley pulled it back up where it was supposed to be and climbed out of bed. Walking down the stairs, Hayley pulled the bottom of her nightie back down to cover her naked hips and thighs, it had shifted in the night, too. God, what did I do? A striptease in my sleep? The air felt cool downstairs. It must still be early. Looking around, she saw the backdoor was open. Jack's legs were visible out on the deck in a lounge chair. She smiled and grabbed her thin blanket from the back of the loveseat. Wrapping it around her, she went out to join Jack. "You know, if I keep waking up to find that you're not there, I might start to think there's something wrong with me," Hayley teased as she walked up from behind Jack. Surprised at the sudden voice, Jack jumped in the chair a little and jerked his head up to look. Hayley smiled down at him. The tension in his muscles quickly subsided and he smiled back. "Oh, sorry," he said. "I didn't want to want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping." He didn't want to tell her that he had slept out there on that chair. "Well," Hayley replied, sitting down on his lap, "I guess I could let it go this time." She gave him a soft kiss and smiled. "Good morning." He smiled back and wrapped his arms around her as she curled up in his lap, snug in her blanket, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Good morning to you," he replied. ------------------------- "Wow," Kara said, stepping out of the cabana's beach door nearly twenty minutes later and seeing Hayley and Jack snuggled up under a blanket on a lounge chair. "You guys are getting into this whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing, aren't you?" Hayley looked up at Kara and smiled. "It's just that Jack is so warm." "Uh huh," Kara replied with a 'whatever you say' tone. She bent down and gave Jack a kiss on the lips. "Morning, Jack." Jack looked up at her and smiled at her liberal appearance. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail with a scrunchie. She was wearing Jack's white button-up shirt, but had not bothered to use any of the buttons. The shirt hung open slightly. Though it did cover most of her tits, it exposed about a four inch wide strip down the middle of her body from her neck to the pink panties she wore. "You really like that shirt, don't you?" Jack grinned. Kara smiled back. "It's comfortable. I had it on when I was packing, so I threw it in. You don't mind, do you?" Jack shook his head. "It's all yours." "Well, thank you, Jack. You're sweet," Kara responded. She bent back down and pressed a slightly longer kiss on his lips. The shirt opened as she bent, allowing glimpses of the bare breasts underneath. "Hey!" Hayley teasingly protested. "That's my boyfriend you're kissing!" "Oh, sorry Hayley," Kara said, a sly grin appearing on her face. She leaned over and planted her lips on Hayley's. This kiss was longer and Kara probed her tongue against Hayley's a few times. She pulled back a few inches from Hayley's face. "Good morning to you, too, Hayley." Hayley was blushing and speechless. Then, she jumped a little and started giggling uncontrollably. "Oh!" she squeaked, giggling more. "What? What's so funny?" Kara asked. "Jack's getting turned on," Hayley giggled. "I felt it twitch underneath me when we were kissing." Kara turned her gaze to Jack and gave him a knowing smile. Hayley doesn't know that he knows. That story has to be part of it. "Oh! There it is again," Hayley squealed. "He's getting hard." -------------------- Stacy Marie wrapped the towel around her body and secured it with a strategic tuck at her breasts. Stepping from the bathroom, she heard, who had to be, Debbie in the kitchen. Stacy slipped into Sully's empty room and found her t-shirt and slipped it on. She looked at her jeans, laid out over the back of a chair, and could see they were still wet. Tossed onto the bed, Stacy picked up her panties and was frustrated that they, too, were still soaked. Damn him. She thought for a moment about what to do. Grab some of Sully's clothes? No, any of his shorts or pants would be way too big, they'd be falling off. Then, remembering Debbie out in the kitchen, Stacy Marie wrapped the towel around her uncovered bottom half and walked out to the kitchen. "Hey, Ebb," Stacy said brightly, cheerily. Debbie, standing at the counter in her navy blue polo and khaki colored linen shorts, was filling a travel mug with coffee. She turned and smiled at her newfound friend. "Good morning," she smiled. "Sleep well?" she added, teasingly, with a look just short of winking. Stacy Marie blushed a little, for effect, and replied, "Just fine," knowing that Debbie was purposefully not-purposefully referring to her wild romp with Sully the night before. "Getting ready for work?" Stacy asked. "Yeah, just leaving, actually," Debbie answered, fitting the plastic lid down onto the top of the mug. "So, listen," Stacy Marie spoke, getting down to business, "your brother spilled a whole glass of orange juice all over my lap this morning before he left for work and my jeans are still soaked." She left out that her panties were, too. "Could I-, would you mind, if I borrowed something to wear until I can get home?" Debbie nodded and shrugged while she took a sip of her coffee. "Sure," she agreed, "help yourself." "Oh God, thanks." "No problem." Debbie looked at her watch. "Oh, shit. I've gotta go." She started heading for the door, calling out, "You know where everything is, right?" "Yeah," Stacy Marie replied. A moment later, she blurted out, "Hey, Ebb?" as Debbie was reaching for the door handle. Debbie looked back at her. "You want to watch a movie or something tonight? Sully said he wasn't going to be around. We could have sort of a 'girls' night' or something?" Debbie's emerging smile was large and heartfelt, genuinely appreciative of finally having a new friend, someone to spend time with. "That would be great," she replied. She looked at her watch again and frowned. She didn't have time to discuss any details. "I really gotta go, though. I'm going to be late unlocking the store." "Don't worry," Stacy Marie grinned, showing understanding, dripping with reassurance. "I'll take care of everything." Debbie smiled. "Okay. See you later." Stacy Marie waved as she watched the object of her animosity turn and leave. As the front door shut, leaving her alone, Stacy Marie held her stare at it. Gears started whirring in her head. Everything. ------------------- Back inside for coffee, Hayley unwrapped herself and tossed her blanket back over the loveseat. When Kara saw her, she gushed, "Wow, look at you!. I love that nightie. It looks great on you." Hayley blushed a little at the unexpected attention being paid to her. "Thanks." "Let me get a look at that," Kara said, moving to her. Kara ran her hands over the thin, soft cotton material. "I love the way it hugs your body," she stated, running her hand down Hayley's spine and caressing over the curves of her hips and ass. "Your ass looks great in it." Kara glanced over at Jack, who was leaned against a counter watching as he sipped his coffee, and threw him a wink. Kara slid her hand around the front and cupped a breast. "Your tits do too." Kara made a point of allowing her hand to slide down Hayley's front and brush against her groin. She flashed another knowing grin over at Jack. Hayley's nipples hardened because of Kara's little inspection and showed prominently when the pliable material molded like a skin over them. Kara tweaked one and whispered into Hayley's ear, "I'll bet parts of Jack are getting hard again, too." Hayley broke into giggles. "What?" Jack asked, wondering what had Hayley giggling like a little girl. Kara smiled at him, and went back to her coffee. "Nothing, never mind." ------------------------ Around half an hour later, Kara was hungry. "Where are the keys to the Land Rover, Jack?" "Over there on that table," he pointed, "why?" "I'm going to go get us some breakfast. I'm starving." "Kickass," Jack commented. "Come on, Hayley. Ride with me," Kara suggested. "Alright, let me go change first," Hayley replied. "Just go like you are. Come on," Kara advised, wanting to get something to eat as soon as possible. Hayley looked down at her nightie and back up at Kara. "Yeah...no." "Suit yourself," Kara replied with a sigh. "Hurry up." Hayley took a few steps then paused and turned back to Kara who hadn't moved at all. "You're not going to change? Or at least put on some more clothes?" Kara shook her head. "Nah, I'm good." Hayley raised her eyebrow. "You're going like that?" Kara nodded. "Yeah, why not? We're just gonna go through a drive-thru." "Because all you're wearing is a little pair of panties and a shirt that's wide open. Aren't you worried about someone seeing...never mind. It's you, of course you're not worried about that. You're such a tease." Kara rolled her eyes. "Alright, if it'll make you feel better and get you moving, I'll do some of the buttons. Go change." Hayley finally conceded the point and went to change. Kara glanced over at Jack and shook her head, amused by Hayley's protests. "I for one," Jack joked, "think you have an excellent sense of clothing. I love your outfit." Kara grinned and quickly opened her shirt and flashed a tit at him before she closed the shirt and did a few of the buttons. Jack winked back at her, sipping his coffee. Hayley returned a minute later wearing a snug little t-shirt. Providing evidence of her lack of a bra, her nipples pressed out against the material and her boobs jiggled slightly when she walked. To cover her bottom, she had chosen a little pair of loose, black cotton shorts. "All right," Kara said impatiently, "can we go now?" Hayley nodded and off they went. ------------------------- Jack lit a joint and took a hit, sitting on the edge of the deck with his feet in the sand. He left it held between his lips and began absently strumming through some chords as he gazed out over the Caribbean water. Some movement in his peripheral vision to his left caught Jack's attention and he turned his head to investigate. About 50 yards away, walking along the sand in his direction was a gorgeous blonde. Fuckin' hell. Look at her. Her hair came down past her shoulders a little, wisps of it fluttering around when a gust of breeze blew by. She wore a powder blue bikini top stretched tight and snug around her perky, full, voluptuous tits. Shit those are nice. A little bigger than Kara's probably. Wrapped around her hips, she wore a pair of denim shorts that Jack guessed was covering the bottoms to that blue bikini. Her curves were quintessential 'hour glass', enhanced by stunningly smooth, toned, flat abs. Fuck, she's hot. As she got closer towards him, she looked up and saw him looking at her. She flashed the prettiest, kinda shy smile at him and gave him a little wave hello with her fingers. Jack took the joint from his mouth while he nodded his greeting silently and returned her smile. Oh, please come over here. I have to see you up close. As if reading his thoughts at that moment, the girl took a few more steps along the line she had been walking, then changed her direction and moved directly to where he was. Oh, hell yeah. Thank you, God. "Hello," Jack greeted when she had reached him. She stood about three feet from where he was seated, and slightly to his left. Jack was grateful that her position blocked his eyes from the sun, but because it was behind her, the silhouette of her body seemed to be surrounded by an angelic glow. "Hi," she replied with another shy smile. Her voice had a slight German accent to it. An accent. Well done, God. Jack had a weakness for girls with an accent. "I'm Jack," he said, introducing himself. As he went to hold out his hand, he saw that he was still holding the joint in that hand. He switched it to the other and resumed his offer of a handshake. "Zooey." She shook his hand. Her eyes glanced at the joint the was holding. "Is that marijuana?" Jack glanced down to the joint in his hand, then back up at her. "Yeah," he answered, a bit cautiously. He had no idea what her position on that might be. "Do you mind if I..." she began to ask, timidly, pointing at the joint. She smokes pot as well. Well played, God. "No, no. Not at all. Here," he stammered, offering it to her, "by all means, be my guest." She took it and inhaled a long, deep drag. Jack scooted over a little and offered, "Do you wanna sit?" Zooey smiled at him while she worked to keep the smoke held in her lungs as long as possible. She sat down beside him in the space he had just made for her. Finally, she exhaled the smoke, or what was left of it. "Wonderful," she sighed in a way that seemed to Jack to indicate that she was finally relaxing from some state of tension or stress. She passed it back to him. "My family is making me crazy," she admitted while closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Jack took the opportunity of her not looking to steal a closer-up look at her tits, held snug in her bikini. ----------------------------------- "So he was a big letdown?" Hayley asked as the pair waited in line to speak their order into the giant Ronald McDonald statue. "Oh, yeah," Kara replied, absently scanning through satellite stations on the XM unit. "Let's just say that when he told me that he was 'very good at what he does'," said in her attempt to imitate his accent and deep voice, "he was greatly exaggerating. To the point of fraud. I might sue." Hayley giggled. "I mean," Kara continued to elaborate, "if I hadn't taken matters unto my self and rubbed the shit out of myself during the second fuck, I wouldn't have had an orgasm at all to show for my night. I guess he thought if he just fucked me hard enough and fast enough that I would just automatically cum. But his dick just isn't quite big enough for that to have been a possibility." Hayley started giggling again. "So I guess size does matter?" "Sometimes," Kara replied. ---------------------------------------- "Do you smoke cigarettes?" Jack asked as he flicked the roach out onto the sand. Zooey nodded, "Sure." Jack handed her one from his pack and lit it for her, then one for himself. "So, you were born in Germany?" "Yes, Munich," she replied. "My family moved here when I was five. After I graduated high school, though, they decided to move back. I stayed." "Do you get to see them often?" Zooey shook her head. "Only once a year when they come here on holiday. Sometimes I go over there." "That sucks," Jack commented. He was noticing the richness of the blue in her eyes as she stared out at the water. "Yes. But that is why I am here now. On holiday with mother and father, and my 12 year old twin brothers. I love them, but they tend to annoy quite a lot." Jack laughed. Zooey looked at the acoustic guitar Jack was still holding. "So, you play?" she asked. It took Jack a second to realize she was referring to his guitar. "Oh, that. Yeah. That's why I'm down here. Playing at a club on the other side of the island for a few nights," he explained. "Wow," Zooey said, impressed that he was good enough to get paid for it. "What kind of music do you play?" "A little of everything, I guess. Some of my own stuff, a lot of other peoples stuff. Whatever songs I happen to like and enjoy playing. I like to find ways to make music my own." --------------------- Stacy Marie sneaked in through Debbie's bedroom door, though she was there all alone and there was no chance anyone would catch her. Besides the fact that she had permission from the room's owner to be in here, it still felt a bit devious. Because it was. It didn't take long for her to pick out this light, pink, airy skirt that covered snug against her hips and flared out to it's hem at mid-thigh. The black t-shirt she wore with it gave her kind of a punk chick wannabe sort of ensemble, and she recognized that fact. I kinda like this, don't know why I haven't tried an outfit like this before. Stacy stopped short of borrowing a pair of panties too, thinking, for no specific reason, that it might not be too cool to borrow someone else's underwear. She didn't know why, and really didn't care to think about that too much. It's just to get me home. I can make it home without any panties. What caught her interest in Debbie's room was what made her feel the shady way she did when she came in: Debbie's laptop. The deviousness came with what she was going to use it for. Stacy Marie sat down at the desk and flipped the screen up. Once she got it powered up, she opened the browser, went to Google and typed two words into the search box: hidden cameras. A bunch of links popped up. The search took, according to Google, less than a third of a second to find several million hits. This is going to be easier than I thought. She read the first one, it was for a spy electronics store. Seems like a good place to start. She clicked on it. Turned out it had a huge selection of hidden cameras: in lamps, clocks, teddy bears. The one that caught her eye was one that was hidden in a TV. That would totally see the whole living room. That's like what I need. But I'd never be able to get a TV in here, not without questions. And seeing that the store was across the country in California, and there was no way she could have it today, it was pointless. She saw a DVD player with a camera in it, too. She decided to refine her search for a store she would be able to get to that day. It turned out that there was a tiny electronics shop, The Matrix Box, that sold little inch-wide cameras that could be hidden. The site also noted they could be activated by smartphone, over Wi-Fi, which is were the video would also be stored. Perfect. She remembered her old VCR deck shoved underneath her bed. She could pick it up real quick and head to the Matrix Box. ------------------ "Jack," Hayley called out, "food's here!" She listened for a response, but didn't get one. "A hundred dollars says he's out back on the beach with a joint," Kara smirked. "I'll get him." She put the cupholder tray on the counter in the kitchenette, pulling a coffee out to take with her. At the sound of the door opening, both Jack and Zooey turned to look. Kara walked through and her face flashed slightly with surprise when she caught the unexpected sight of a girl sitting there with Jack. "Cool," Jack replied. "Zooey, this is Kara. Kara, Zooey." Jack and Zooey stood up and Kara shook Zooey's hand. "Hello," the new girl said, somewhat nervously. "Ooh, Jack, an accent too? Here, Café Mocha, right?" Kara commented, handing the coffee to Jack. Turning back to Zooey, she leaned in and whispered with a grin, "He was always powerless before an accent." Zooey let out a laugh, and the girls turned to look at Jack. Jack just shrugged and nodded his acquiescence to that fact of life and sipped his coffee. "Come on inside you two," Kara invited. Closed Doors Ep. 05 ------------------------ "Was he out there?" Hayley asked, pulling items out of the paper bags and setting them out on the countertop of the kitchen island. Kara was just walking back in from the deck. "Yeah," she replied back, adding, "and he's got company." Hayley paused and looked up, "What?" The figure of Zooey walked in, trailed from behind by Jack who had been holding the door open for her. Hayley's mouth went a little dry. Oh my god, who is that? Look at her. She's gorgeous. "Hayley, this is Zooey," Kara touted the introduction with a tone of 'don't freak out', as well as the accompanying subtle look that said the same thing. "Zooey, this is Hayley." "Hello," Hayley said, still not knowing how this new character had presented in their lives so suddenly. "Hey," replied Zooey, equally as timidly, while Jack pulled a stool at the island out for her to sit on. She took her seat. "Here you go," Kara said. Being the perfect hostess, she was handing Zooey a cup of coffee from the tray. "We always get Jack two, and I don't think he'll mind. And hell with him if he does. Café Mocha okay?" Zooey giggled at Kara's joke as she took the offering, throwing a look over to Jack to see if he was okay with it. Jack smiled and nodded his head, "Of course it's alright." Everyone took their seats. "What took you all so long anyways? The McDonalds is only, like, five minutes away." Jack asked, blowing the steam from the top of his Mocha. Upon hearing that question, Hayley immediately seemed to relax in the situation and started giggling, trying not to choke on the bite of her McMuffin. "Well..." she got out, before being interrupted by Kara. "Nevermind about that," the older sister interjected. "It's not important." And that just served to exacerbate the already giggling girl into giggling even more. Zooey looked around to everyone, confused. When she looked at Jack, he answered her confusion with a shoulder shrug. "Alright," Jack sighed. "What is it?" Hayley looked at Kara, managing to pause her giggles for the moment they locked eyes. When the laughter returned, Hayley blurted out, "Kara got a ticket." "A ticket?" Jack responded, alarm and confusion in his voice. "What's funny about that?" "Nothing," Kara answered, straight-faced, a look of warning over to her little sister. But Hayley wasn't going to be denied the story of her vindication. "The ticket isn't what's funny," Hayley explained, "it's what the ticket was for." "What was it for?" Jack. Hayley erupted into a fit of hysterical laughter, in between the breaths of which, she managed to get out, "Indecent exposure." "I will tell it," Kara interjected, frustrated and embarrassed. "Maybe I should..." Zooey uttered, beginning an attempt to display modesty and offer to leave before she, as a perfect stranger, was privy to the details of such a story. Jack quickly reached over, putting his hand on hers, stopping her. "No," he smiled at her. "This'll be good." Zooey nervously smiled and settled back into her seat. Kara sighed, collecting herself for the recounting of the morning's prior events. "Well, we were in the drive-thru at Mickey D's, waiting forever to move up and even pay. Let alone get our order. We finally get up to the first window and I hand the guy a twenty, but the change was only like 13 cents or something, and I saw the loose change in Dad's ashtray, so I said, 'hold on', and I dug out the change. As I was handing it to him, he got a good look down my shirt and his hand sort of stuttered and he drops the change and it falls beside the car on the ground. "And that's what got you the ticket?" Jack asked. "No, no, no," Hayley giggled. "Keep listening." She quieted back down and shifted into a posture of mock propriety as she turned to Kara. "Go on," she said calmly, with a huge grin on her face. Kara rolled her eyes at Hayley's mocking. "Anyways, even though I knew that it wasn't my fault, I offered to get out and pick up the change. Of course, the guy's like 'no, no, you don't have to do that', I think he knew why the change had been dropped. But I open the door and get out anyways. "While I'm bent over picking it up, I look up and there's a group of people looking at me, eyes wide. I look down and realize that I didn't do enough of the higher buttons on the shirt before we left and my tits are in plain view, pretty much hanging out of the top of the shirt." She gestured with her hands to illustrate the area where her breasts would have been. Jack screwed up his eyes, he still didn't really get why Hayley could barely control herself. "IT WAS A DAYCARE GROUP!!" Hayley squealed, uncontrolled laughter taking complete control of her now. Kara sighed and dropped her face down into her hands. Zooey's eyes opened real wide as she spoke for the first time during this tale. "Like, little kids?" "Yeah," Kara whined. "The oldest couldn't have been nine or ten. Apparently, they had gone on a little field trip down the block from the center to get frozen yogurt cones and were on their way back to the daycare center and got a shot of Miss June giving a live rendition of her centerfold in the McDonald's drive-thru." Now Jack got it, and he couldn't help but join Hayley in her amusement. Zooey raised her hand in shock to cover her mouth and joined in the embarrassment that her new acquaintance must have been feeling. "Moving on," Kara said, more insisting than suggesting, and taking a bite of her breakfast burrito. "Miss June?" Zooey asked Jack, under her breath. Jack nodded while he took a sip of his mocha. "She was in Playboy. Actually, her bigger title would be 'Playmate of the Year'." Zooey looked at Kara in admiration and wonder. "Really?" "Yeah," Kara said, humbly. "That's so cool," Zooey gushed. "I don't think I could ever do that. I mean, how did you even do that?" "Jack here took the photos," Kara said, a hint of pride in her voice, pointing her burrito across the countertop at her step-brother. Now, Zooey turned to Jack with her look of amazement. "You're a photographer too?" she asked. Jack shrugged it off non-chalantly. "I do all kinds of stuff." He smiled. "Oh! I almost forgot," Kara perked up, speaking with a mouth full of food. "Hayley spotted a course on our way back." Jack dropped his head, smiling, and shook his head. "Great," he said, sarcastically. "A 'course'," Zooey asked. "Yeah," Jack started to explain, "all her life, for some reason, Hayley has loved putt-putt, and we can't not play if she knows there a course around. Especially if she hasn't played it before." "It's fun," Hayley spoke defensively. "It is," Jack agreed. "It's your addiction that's aggravating sometimes." He grinned at her. She slapped him on the arm. "It's not an addiction," she said, defending herself. "Besides, there's hardly anyone there right now." She looked with puppy dog eyes at Jack. "Oh good lord," he gave in. "We'll go." "You want to come, Zooey? It's always better to have a fourth," Kara offered. Zooey smiled at the kind offer, but shook her head. "No, I can't," she explained. "I'm here on vacation with my family, and I could never get away for that long. I hardly ever get to see them." "Oh, okay. Maybe we could all do something later?" Kara asked, genuinely. "Maybe," Zooey answered. She looked at her watch. "Speaking of, I should probably get back. My walks are usually only 15 or twenty minutes. I've been gone now for nearly an hour." "Well, alright," Jack said, standing up and offering his arm. "Let me walk you out." Zooey stood up, grinning at him as she did. She looked to the girls. "Maybe I'll see you later then. Thank you for the coffee." "No problem," Kara answered. "Yeah," Hayley spoke up. "It was very nice to meet you." She wasn't really sure if she felt that way, but it was what was to be said. Zooey waved goodbye to the girls and picked up her coffee. She linked her free arm in Jack's and they headed towards the doors to the deck. Kara watched as they walked outside. "She seems nice." Then she resumed eating her food. "Yeah," Hayley said absently, still watching the door. Jack and Zooey had disappeared from view. "She is." Maybe she just showed up at the wrong time. ------------------------ "Well, I think I'm gonna take a shower and get ready," Hayley announced, wadding up her wrappers and dropping them in the trash. Jack stood up, tossing his stuff in the trash as well. "Sounds like a plan, think I'll do the same." "Uh!" Kara protested in mock unbelief. "And I guess I just have to sit here by myself?" Hayley looked at Jack, who made a point of shrugging his shoulders in an exaggerated manner. She looked back at Kara and dryly answered, "Yeah." Jack turned and started climbing the stairs. Hayley patted Kara on the knee. "But just for a little bit," she teased. Before Kara could react, Hayley gave a giggle and bounced away into the downstairs bathroom. Kara looked up at the loft, then back to the door Hayley had disappeared behind. Wait a few minutes. She glanced back up at the stairs and the loft. Two minutes. -------------------------- "You know, you really should be more careful about leaving the door open. Anyone could just walk right on in," Kara called out while she undid the few buttons of the shirt that she had fastened earlier. Jack opened the door of the shower stall and stuck his head out. "Anyone, or you?," he smirked. Kara unfastened the last button, shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "I'm almost done," he informed her. Kara had a sly grin on her face as she replied, "Take your time." Jack watched, and slowly realized that she was up to something, when she pushed her panties down over her hips and thighs. She seductively stepped out of them when they made it to the floor. Having stripped, she stepped toward him and shoved him back inside the shower stall while stepping inside herself and pulling the door shut behind her. The cramped space forced them to stand almost up against the other. Kara tilted her head back under the flowing water to wet her hair. Jack followed the path of the water with his eyes and watched it roll down her body: over and around her firm, full teardrop tits, down her smooth, flat stomach, over her smooth mound, between her legs and down her shapely, toned legs. "Alright," Jack began, "to what do I owe this honor?" Kara smiled and locked her mouth onto his. Then, she replied very simply, "Payment." "Okay..." he wondered. "Payment for what?" Kara was sliding her hands over his wet chest. "If I remember correctly, I got you off yesterday on the way here. You have yet to repay the favor. So I'm here to collect it." Jack took a visual survey of the shower stall. "Alright, but there's not much room in here to work with." Kara smiled, anticipating what she was getting ready for. "There is for what I want," she stated. She slid her hands up to Jack's shoulders and pushed down. He realized what she was hinting at and went down to his knees in front of her. Jack slid his hand between her thighs and brought it up. Kara's legs opened a little for him. Twisting his hand flat against it, he started stroking her heated pussy. "Oh, yeah," Kara moaned at the pressure around her swelling folds. Jack placed some kisses on her stomach, trailing down to the slit he was splitting now with his fingers. He snaked his tongue in and she hopped slightly when the tip of his tongue made contact with her protruding nub. Needing a better angle, Jack placed his hands on her hips and twisted her back into a corner. Throwing a leg over his shoulder, he drove his tongue back into her open pussy. "Oh shit. Yeah, lick my pussy, Jack. Taste it, eat my pussy Jack," Kara encouraged in little stints of growling. "Yeah, right there," as the tongue slid around the rim of her entrance. He jammed it inside her and she yelped. Jack brought his hand up under her and slipped a finger into her pussy while his tongue returned to torment her puffy clit. "Oh, yeah, finger my pussy," Kara moaned. "More, Jack, more." Jack shoved a second finger into her and started roughly pounding them up into her. He tilted his head slightly, then sucked Kara's clit between his lips. "OH!" she shrieked. "Fuck yeah, do it. Come on, Jack, make me cum. Make me cum, little brother." Her encouraging, taboo, dirty commands gave Jack the motivation to go all out. Shoving the two fingers up into her as hard and as fast as he could, and sucking on her clit, she wasn't aware of his other hand until he shoved a finger up into her tight, little asshole. This time, she jumped at the sudden, forceful intrusion. Jack caught her other leg onto his shoulder. Leaning back against the shower wall, her weight supported on Jack's shoulders, Kara started bucking her pussy against his face. "Ahh, FUCK Jack, that was a dirty trick, you bastard! Oh! FUCK! Yeah, finger my ass. Harder. Oh shit, I'm GONNA CUM!" Kara's thighs locked shut against Jack's head and with one buck as her body went rigid, she held her convulsing cunt pressed against Jack's face. Panting loud, sharp, heavy breaths, her whole body shuttered as lightning permeated her insides. ---------------------- "Why don't we make this a little more fun?" Kara suggested. "Putt-putt's already fun," Hayley stated, obsessively going through the available putters one by one, trying to decide on her choice of which one to use. "I know, I know," Kara said sarcastically, "putt putt is the greatest thing in the world. I'm just thinking maybe it could include something to make it...greater." "What do you mean?" Jack said, mindlessly pulling the first club out of the stand that he came to. Hayley's look told him she couldn't believe he wasn't being more selective in his club choice. "I was thinking about a bet," Kara answered. "What kind of bet?" "Well," Kara started slowly, "I was thinking that if I beat Hayley, she has to pose for those pictures." Hayley immediately straightened up from her bent over position. "What?" she asked incredulously. "What pictures?" Jack inquired, unaware of the subject matter between the two girls. "She thinks I should pose for Playboy," Hayley answered Jack, immediately turning her focus to Kara. "Why just me? And why bring it up in front of Jack?" she hissed to her older sister. "Why not bring it up in front of Jack?" Kara answered dismissively. "And if it'll make you feel better, Jack has to pose for pictures if I beat him, too." Jack choked slightly and coughed upon hearing his role in Kara's bet. "Me? Why pictures of me?" Kara made a point of suggestively looking Jack's body up and down. "Why not you?" Hayley was still in defensive mode regarding the establishment of a bet, especially the stakes involved if she lost. "What about you? What if you lose?" she asked Kara. "Name it," Kara answered cooly. She wasn't worried at all about what the stakes might be. "Umm, I don't know..." Hayley muttered, while scouring her brain for an idea good enough to get Kara to drop the idea. "I know," Jack chimed in while Hayley was thinking. "If I beat Kara, she has to wear, what I can only imagine, is a remote control vibrator?" Kara was surprised, eyes wide. "How did you know about that?" she asked him. "It was still in the car when I went to get the rest of my stuff last night. I guess you dropped it or something. I looked in the little velvet bag to see what it was. Is it a remote control vibrator?" "Yes." "Alright then. To the club tonight." "The club?" "I couldn't think of a better place for a bet to be repaid," Jack smirked. Kara stared him down for a few seconds. Then, unaffected by what might have embarrassed or mortified any other girl, she confidently replied, "Fine. Deal." "And Hayley, how about if I beat you, you become my slave for the rest of the day?" Jack suggested. Hayley looked up, her thoughts interrupted by Jack. "Slave? What does that mean?" Jack shrugged his shoulders, thinking up examples for explanation. "I don't know, like you get me drinks and wait on me and stuff. Whatever." "Fine. And if I beat you, I get your bed and the loft." Jack smiled at her. "Alright, sounds like a deal." Hayley looked at Kara, still having no idea of a bet to make with her that would compare with the nude photos she would have to pose for if she lost. "Hayley," Kara spoke, seeing the lack of any spark of an idea from Hayley, "let's just say that if you beat me, I'll owe you. Some task or dare. To be named later. Whatever you think of." Hayley looked up at the sky as she debated. Then, her defenses breaking, said, "Fine," through tightly squeezed lips. With the club that she happened to have in her hand at that moment, abandoning her search for the optimum putter, she started walking, frustrated, over to the first hole. "Come on, let's do this," she yelled back at Kara and Jack. --------------------------- Stacy Marie pulled into the parking lot of the tiny electronics shop and sat in her car for a few minutes trying to figure out how she might have to convince them to install a clandestine camera in her VCR. They might not do it. But, having no other options, she steeled herself and went to enter the store. As she walked through the doors, two male employees, who had been engaged in a conversation, promptly stopped their discussion and turned to look at her. She flashed them a shy, nervous little smile and waved a little wave at them. "Hey, guys." The store employees were the only people in there, besides Stacy Marie. The one was an older guy, early thirties she guessed, and looked like the stereotypical supervisor type with cropped brown hair and a tall, lanky frame. The other, younger, employee, Stacy recognized from school. He was one of the 'geeks' who she would never have hung out with. Shorter than his supervisor, and slightly pudgy, with shaggy dirty blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses, she remembered he had been in the A/V club, or whatever it was, though, as she made her way towards him at the counter, she failed to remember what his name was. Deciding that he was her ticket to this little venture, she made the fortunate choice of glancing at the nametag hanging from his neck on a lanyard. It read, 'Hi, My name is Thomas.' She decided to be a little more friendly, and less formal, with him, deciding it was better that way if she was going to get him to do what she wanted from him. "Hey, Tommy," she said sweetly, flashing him a big smile in the process. "Uh, hey, Stacy," Tommy replied nervously, surprised at the fact that this girl actually knew his name. "How have you been?" Stacy asked, as if they had been old friends who hadn't seen each other for a while. "Uh," he stammered, "okay, I guess." Almost as an afterthought, he quickly added, "You?" "Oh, fine. Tired," she answered with a sigh. "You know, graduation. Parties and stuff." Tommy nodded as if he understood, but since he hadn't been invited to any graduation parties, he really couldn't. "Umm, how can I help you?" "Oh, well," Stacy Marie started, putting on the 'helpless little woman' routine. "I was wondering if you could help me with this VCR that I have. It's out in my car." "Well," the supervisor spoke, for the first time, "why don't you go out and help the lady bring it in, Tommy?" As he patted his employee on the shoulder and turned to walk away, he gave Tommy a wink, meant to go unseen by Stacy, though it didn't. As he walked away, Tommy stepped from behind the counter and followed Stacy Marie out to the parking lot. Seeing that wink gave Stacy Marie an idea about how she might go about getting her way in this. As the shy, probably virgin, geek walked behind her, she made an extra effort to produce a noticeable, smooth sway in her hips. Knowing his eyes would, more than likely, be glued to her ass, her loose skirt swishing around it, because of this, she bent over at her driver's side door and ducked in through the open window to grab the VCR from the backseat. When a breeze gusted by, she knew from the way it felt that it had flared her skirt up, flashing him a brief glimpse of the bareness that was underneath. It actually worked out well, that I ended up with no panties this morning. Closed Doors Ep. 05 When she stood back up, holding the VCR, and turned to face him, she caught his wide eyes flash from the bottom half of her body up to her face. She smiled at him, without indicating that she had caught him looking. That might have made him too nervous. But Tommy was already nervous around the beautiful, popular, unattainable girl he had watched from afar for years. Now, here she was in front of him, he had just seen up her skirt, and he prudently realized that she knew that, had caught him even. Nervously, he stammered while holding his hands out. "Um, I can take that for you." Stacy Marie handed it too him. "Well, thank you. That's very nice of you." "We can take it back to the workshop," he said, turning to the side of the building rather than back towards the front doors. "Follow me?" he asked rather than directed. Stacy Marie smiled and nodded. Tommy started walking to a door, painted red, on the side of the building which had a big sign that read 'Authorized Personnel Only'. --------------------------- "Well, you two should be in for an exciting afternoon. All those stores," Jack said from the drivers seat as he made the turn onto a side street. "I guess the stress of competition really puts a kink in your game, huh Hayley?" He smiled in the rearview mirror at her in the backseat. "Oh, shut up," Hayley said, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms tightly across her chest. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She had lost both bets. "A bet is a bet, Hayley," Kara added from the front passenger seat. "Besides, you know you want to do it. You're absolutely beautiful, and the world shouldn't miss it." Kara had won her bet with Hayley, but lost her bet to Jack. "Yep," Jack said smugly, repeating Kara's words, "a bet is a bet." Kara slapped him across the console. "Oh, don't let it go to your head, Jack. Why would I complain about fulfilling my bet? A vibrator? Only good feelings can come from that." Jack had won against both of them and hadn't lost anything. --------------------- The back area of the electronics store was an organization of stock and clutter. Rows of metal shelves, floor to ceiling, with boxes of brand new merchandise, beside which were more shelves haphazardly filled with various older, broken, or unrecognizable merchandise and other items. Directly in front of the backdoor they had just entered, across the twenty-foot length of the shelves with the new stuff, was the door that led out into the store itself. A steel door, it's tiny square glass window had been blacked out with white paint. Tommy led Stacy Marie to the opposite side of the backroom, though, to where there was a tidy workbench in a corner. "So what's wrong with it?" he asked as he placed Stacy's VCR down onto the workspace. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with it," Stacy answered absently while she surveyed around with her gaze. "It works fine." "But I thought-" Tommy was confused. "I thought you said-". Stacy brought her eyes back to Tommy. She smiled, laying on the sweetness to the best use. "The VCR works fine. I was wondering if you could help me-" she paused, searching for the right phrase, "modify it." That just added to Tommy's already palpable confusion. "Modify it?" "Well, I saw on the internet that your store sells those little, itty-bitty cameras? The ones that you can hide to video your babysitter, or whatever?" She looked at him with searching eyes, wondering if he was following along with her. It seemed he was so far. "I wanted to put one in the VCR." "Oh," Tommy said, suddenly realizing. "Oh. Uh, we don't really do that here." Stacy Marie put on a look with a sad, disappointed pout. "But you sell the cameras, right?" "Yeah, but-" Stacy cut him off before he could say any more. "And you could do it, right?" Tommy was flustered. "But, store policy-" Stacy Marie inched closer to him and put her hand lightly, strategically, on his shoulders. "You could do it, couldn't you? I'd really appreciate it." Tommy, the awkward, shy teen geek could barely take this slightest of touching from the pretty girl. "I could," he conceded in a sigh, "but-" Stacy Marie whispered in his ear now. "I would see it as a favor if you could. See, oh God I can't believe I'm going to say this to you, but I want it to make, you know, - a tape -, of me and my boyfriend." She felt his muscles tense up and his whole body radiate waves of tension at her whispers regarding clandestine sex and the light touch of her fingertips stroking across his shoulders where they met the back of his neck. Stacy continued, while sliding her free hand down to his crotch. "It could be a favor that I could return in some way." In a snap, she undid the button on his jeans, then slid the zipper down. Slipping her hand inside his briefs, she found him already hard. She knew he would be. "Would you accept my favor, Tommy?" Tommy, eyes closed now at her touch, nodded his assent. "Good boy," Stacy Marie whispered into his ear before she dropped down into a crouch in front of him and worked his jeans and the white briefs down to his knees. She grasped his disappointing, thin, average-length dick and gave it a squeeze before sliding it between her lips. Her payment, however, didn't take long, when, about 30 seconds into it, Tommy's body jerked and seized as he suddenly came before she really even got started. "There, there," Stacy said, wiping the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand as she stood back up. "Isn't it better when we all get something we want?" Tommy, speechless as well as breathless from his first blowjob ever, nodded quickly as he hurriedly pulled his pants back up and got them fastened. He quickly looked over to the door leading out to the store just in case he had been caught by his supervisor. "Can I come pick it up later today?" she asked him, at this point not really paying attention to him anymore. She was more focused on adjusting her clothes and the successful completion of the manipulation she had perpetrated. "Yeah," Tommy said, uncomfortable now. Again. "Okay." She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. She called back to him as she began to walk out of the rear door, "Thanks, Tommy." --------------------- "Alright, you two don't go too crazy with this," Jack warned, pulling their dad's AmEx from his wallet and handing it to Kara as he stood beside the driver's side door of the Land Rover. "I don't know what you hand in mind, Kara, but something tells me it's naughty." Kara gasped in her best mock-shock at the accusation as she was settling in behind the wheel. Hayley started squirming nervously at the idea from her seat beside her in the car. "Who me?" Kara asked innocently. "Yeah, you. Something tells me dad might not like the idea of his little girls buying a bunch of sexy clothes and stuff. Especially to spend the week with their brother," Jack informed them. Kara winked. "You just leave that to me. Now, you gonna be okay here by yourself?" she asked. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Jack asked, a little surprised at the question. "I have no idea. It's just polite to ask," Kara replied matter-of-factly. Jack laughed. "Go. Have fun." The girl laughed and Jack watched as the Land Rover backed up, turned and made its way back down the path to their secluded cabana. He shook his head, amused at the two, and turned and went inside. Jack poured himself a mug of cold coffee and stuck it in the microwave to warm. He looked around the empty cabana while he leaned against the counter waiting for his drink. Okay, what are we gonna do? Could smoke a bowl. Well, of course you're gonna smoke a bowl, dumbass, what else? Jack caught sight of the massive plasma screen hanging on the wall. Alright, Jack, a little TV to get started, but then you're going outside. Look where you are for fuck's sake. The microwave bell sounded, and Jack pulled his steaming mug from it and went to the loft to get his stash. Settling on the couch directly across from the flat panel, Jack switched it on while he got his smoking implements ready to go. The satellite guide on the screen showed that an episode of Lost was getting ready to play on SyFy. Excellent. Nothing like a show about a psychological mind-fuck on an island to get high to while you're on an island. He switched the channel to it and began breaking up some bud. Jack recognized the episode that was playing as he sat back into the couch and lit the bowl. It was an early one from the first season called 'Confidence Man' about Sawyer being an ass and eventually conning everyone just to get a kiss from the lovely Kate. The first scene was Kate walking along the beach and coming upon a pile of discarded clothes. She investigates a little before she realizes that they belong to Sawyer, who is out in the water. Sawyer, cocky ass that he is, starts walking out of the surf towards her and it becomes aware to both Kate, and from her reaction, the audience, that he's naked. Yeah, that's what I should do. Jack took a hit. Nice day out, secluded beach. No one's around to bother me. Jack dug his Xanax bottle out of his pocket and popped a couple in his mouth as he watched a flashback scene of Sawyer conning some beautiful woman in his past. Jack leaned up and sat the bottle down onto the table with his finished bowl. By the time those kick in, it'll be that much better. Jack kicked his shoes off and went upstairs to get a towel from the bathroom in the loft. He left the clothes he was wearing on its floor, and made his way back downstairs and out onto the deck. The water looked good. The sun was shining nice and bright in a clear, blue sky. Jack looked to his right and left around the viewable area to be sure that he was, in fact, alone. I do have some modesty, after all. Satisfied with his solitude, Jack unwrapped the towel from his waist and tossed it over one of the chairs. The dry, golden sand felt hot on his feet as he walked out towards the water. Without pausing, he strode purposefully into the cool, salt water and dove in. ------------------- "I mean, he wasn't nearly as big as, say, Jack is," Kara started. "And that big cock of his is made for the hard fuck. But I guess I don't really need to tell you about how big he is, do I?" Hayley's head shot up and she looked at Kara with a face frozen in shock. "What? What do you mean?" she stammered in response. Kara gave her a naughty, knowing grin. "Well, even if your reaction didn't just give you away, the fact that I heard you moaning up there in the loft last night did." Hayley's eyes opened wide in a combination of shock, a little fear and embarrassment that Kara knew about it. She couldn't speak. She was frozen. Did we do something last night? I just remember passing out. Did I wake back up and do something? I was nearly undressed this morning. "Hayley," Kara began to console, realizing what the look on her little sister's face meant about what was running through her mind. "Don't worry about me knowing about it." "I can see why you did," she continued after Hayley hadn't responded. "I mean, we're adults, why not? We're here on vacation, and we're taking leave of ourselves as well. That was what we said." Then she added, "Truth be told, I'm a little jealous." Hayley's face morphed from shock and worry into a confused look. "Jealous?" "Yeah, that you got to have sex with him first." Kara smiled a naughty smile. "You want to fuck Jack?" Hayley asked, intrigued by Kara's admission. "Oh god yes," Kara answered without hesitation. "Ever since I saw him fucking Stacy Marie in the hot tub. I saw his thing from a closer distance when he got out of the hot tub without his trunks, and I swear I had to tell myself to close my mouth because my jaw had dropped open." Hayley started giggling at Kara's tale. Kara continued, "And then I got a good close up look of him in action with it when he and Debbie fucked after that game of strip poker. And right after that is when I found you and we fucked on the beach. He had me so worked up I thought I might explode." Hayley was relieved by Kara's explanations and reaction, and she calmed back down. She went back to looking at clothes. Without looking up, she commented, "It is big." Kara saw the smile on her sister's face, and was amused by Hayley's movement into teasing now. "Oh, rub it in, you big slut." They both began giggling at each other. "I don't think we did anything, though," Hayley admitted finally. "I just went to sleep. I mean, I don't feel any different down there, so I don't think it happened. Anyways, I fell asleep really quickly, so..." Kara studied her sister for a moment, debating on whether to believe the line or not. She eventually figured she had no reason to doubt it, so she dismissed it. "Maybe you were just dreaming or something. I mean, it was only, like, a quiet moan." "Yeah, maybe," Hayley nodded. "I don't remember any dreams, though." Then, she had a realization, and shock returned to her face. "Oh, God, you don't think Jack heard that, do you?" Kara quietly laughed. "I don't see how he could miss it if he was right there beside you in bed." The girls went back to sifting through the racks of clothes in silence for a bit. Hayley embarrassed about however the actions in her missing memories, innocent as though they probably were, had been perceived, and Kara readjusting her evaluation of the state of things with the new information that sex between them hadn't occurred. 'Yet,' she thought and smiled inwardly. "He knows about it, by the way," Kara mentioned. "Knows about what?" Hayley responded. "Me and you and what we did on that beach." Hayley gasped loudly and brought her hand up to cover her open mouth. "How does he know?" "I told him about it while you were asleep in the backseat on the way down here." "You promised!" Kara sighed. Hayley was right. However, Kara still felt justified in having told Jack. "I had to. It was a step in getting everyone to loosen up for this week. If I hadn't told him, I couldn't have gotten him to loosen up, not to mention all the other stuff that might happen." "What stuff?" Hayley inserted, suspicious of that phrase "So I told him," Kara shrugged as she continued, not even recognizing Hayley's short question. "And he got so hard listening to the story that I opened his shorts and stroked his cock until he came all over my hand." Hayley started laughing, loud, in the middle of the store. Kara was confused. "What?" Hayley was laughing so hard that she couldn't speak for a few moments. Then she managed to talk. "This whole situation the past few days at home and down here. It's all just craziness. But it's fun. Isn't it?" Kara smiled, getting it. "Yeah it is. And," she pointed out, "this is only the second day." ----------------------- Jack floated around lazily as the waves pushed him around on the surface. He couldn't help but wonder what the possibility was that some sort of sea creature would be feeding on any part of his backside, or a dangling item on his front. When he turned back towards the shore he was pleasantly surprised to see a certain blonde sitting on the step of the deck to his cabana, though she had changed clothes since this morning. "Hello, again," Jack smiled and called out as he moved close enough to the shore to stand waist deep in the water. Zooey waved from her seat on the deck, smiling back at him. She returned to leaning back on her hands. A tan mini-skirt had replaced her shorts, it's purposefully ragged bottom edge tickling the bottom of her thigh above her knee as she crossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her. A white tank top with tiny blue spaghetti straps had replaced the bikini top from earlier, and her wind blown blonde locks were now twisted into two loose braids that hung down and rested against her bountiful breasts. "I should warn you," Jack continued, "in the interests of full disclosure, that I have not a bit of clothing on under this water." Zooey started laughing at his predicament, holding her hand up over her mouth. She looked about her on the deck and spotted the towel. Standing up, she grabbed it and stepped out to the beach, kicking off her sandals before she continued into the wet sand and shallow water. "Here," she said, grinning, "I promise I won't peek." Jack laughed, "Thank you for that," and took the towel. Making the gesture of covering her eyes as Jack walked out of the water, Zooey managed to peek through spread fingers as Jack began to wrap the towel around him. Jack turned his head to say something and caught her peeking. "Uh huh, I saw that!" he teased. Zooey formed a visage of innocence at the accusation. "Saw what?" she grinned. Jack laughed. "Play innocent all you want, Miss Zooey, I caught you peeking at my ass." "Ah!" Zooey faked shock and surprise, "I am shocked...shocked." When Jack began laughing again, Zooey started giggling. He turned and started walking towards the cabana again, and Zooey followed behind. Before he wrapped the towel tightly around him, he dropped it off his ass, teasingly flashing her another look. He heard her erupt into laughs behind him as he cinched it back up and sat down in a loveseat rocker on the deck. Zooey sat down beside him. "So," Jack began, "to what do I owe thanks for the pleasure of your company?" Zooey flashed a smile at the veiled compliment. "My parents were taking, are taking, my brothers to a Sea World-kind of place. I talked my mom out of insisting that I go with them." Jack nodded his head, "I'm glad you did." His comment was met with an appreciative smile. "And I enjoyed meeting you this morning," she continued to explain, "so I thought I would see if you were around." Zooey blushed a little when Jack looked at her after hearing that. "Well," Jack said standing up, holding his towel to make sure it didn't come undone, "you want to come in while I get some clothes? We got drinks and stuff, plus it's a little cooler." "Okay," Zooey replied, standing up as well, smoothing out her skirt and top. "After you," Jack said as he swept his arm and bowed in a gentlemanly manner. Zooey nodded and walked to the door, opened it and went inside, followed close behind by Jack. "Help yourself," Jack offered, "there's some stuff to drink in the kitchen. Soda, tequila...beer, wine. Kara got a lot of stuff." "Oh, okay," Zooey said, slowly walking towards the kitchenette as she glanced around the cabana. "Are the girls here?" She looked at Jack. There was a subtle glint in her eye that said something, even if Jack wasn't exactly sure what it was saying. "No, the girls are shopping," he answered. "Go figure." Zooey smiled at Jack's joke. She watched as he started up the stairs to the loft. "I'll get some clothes," he called down, "you just make yourself at home." ------------------------- The first place Stacy Marie went to when she got back home was her bathroom, where she promptly, vigorously and lengthily brushed her teeth and gurgled half a bottle of mouthwash. She had tasted Tommy the whole drive home and she had to get rid of it. At least I didn't have to get naked, or let him touch me. As into completing her war on Debbie as she was, and she was, she still couldn't quite believe that she had just done what she did to that geek. It probably made his whole fucking life. When she finished, she went to her room, grabbed her laptop and settled onto the bed. She had not really any good idea to go about doing anything with a girl, beyond the basic physics and anatomy anyway. After running a quick glance through the first few results of her search, Stacy realized that anything good was going to have to be paid for. Hearing her dad downstairs, she ran down and got a credit card from him, citing the need to purchase a book. Not one to impede the proliferation of knowledge, he didn't hesitate. So a few minutes later, Stacy was back on her bed, typing a string of numbers into the website Stacy Marie decided would be her best bet: one ran by a couple of guys featuring college girls, drunk from the clubs, heading back to their dorms and finding themselves in bed all over each other, while being taped. She opened the first video. Closed Doors Ep. 05 ----------------------- "So where do you live when you're not in Key West?" Jack asked as he sat down on the couch, a cushion over from Zooey. "I live in Georgetown. I go to school there," Zooey replied, taking a sip of the wine that Jack had brought her. "Really? Small world, I guess." Intrigued, Zooey kinda scrunched up her eyes and nose, in a way that Jack decided was cute, and asked, "What do you mean?" "I live in Crystal City. Outside of D.C.?" Zooey was surprised. "Really? Wow." "Yeah, we're only twenty minutes away from each other." Zooey got a little more comfortable by slipping off her shoes and folding her legs up onto the couch under her. "What do you do there?" "I go to school at American University. Creative Arts." "Ah, yes. The man of many artistic talents. I should have guessed." Zooey smiled teasingly, flirty. "Yes, many artistic talents. Too bad they don't all fall under the same degree. What do you study at Georgetown?" Zooey kind of looked at him for a minute, a look of apprehension on her face. "Umm, I'm working on my master's in Philosophy, and one in history." "Wow, that's impressive," Jack commented with genuine awe. "It scares a lot of people off when I tell them that. Guys more than most." Jack took a drink of his beer. "Well, I love history. And I've even read a little philosophy, so you don't scare me. I don't really see why it would scare anyone else, either," he said playfully. Zooey smiled a grin at him as she sipped her red wine. "I think it's because guys see me, looking the way I do, and when it turns out that I actually have an intelligent thought in my head, they don't know how to deal with that." Jack drank the last of the beer in his bottle. He looked over at the glass Zooey was holding, it just had a bit of wine still in it. "Would you like some more wine?" he asked as he stood up. Zooey nodded and drank the last of the wine she had. "Yes, please. Thank you." She handed it up to him, and he walked off to the kitchen. "Well, I'll tell you," Jack continued their conversation from across the open space as he grabbed another bottle of beer and poured Zooey another glass of wine, "I like it. Most girls, in my experience, either can't talk about anything really, or they won't. Either way, it gets boring when there's nothing to talk about. Otherwise, it's just two bodies in a room, and unless there's something else happening, that just ends up being uncomfortable silence." He handed her the wine as he made it back to the couch, this time sitting a little closer, though not noticeably. "You have substantial experience with many girls then?" Zooey asked with a tease as she took the first sip of her refilled glass. Jack let out a chuckle as he popped the cap from his Corona. "No, I wouldn't say substantial. Some. I don't really date much," he confessed. "Really? A guy like you? I can't really see that," Zooey observed. "What do you mean a 'guy like me'?" "Well, you're handsome, funny, seemingly intelligent," she grinned as she emphasized. "And you play music and take pictures. Girls love musicians." "I'm intelligent enough," he quipped back with a smile. "And I'm not saying that I don't have some opportunities." "Then what are you saying?" Jack looked at her, deciding whether he should reveal his unease when it comes to members of the fairer sex and relationships with them. "I had a bad breakup a few years ago," he eventually confessed to her. "After that, I found it really hard. With girls, with life, with everything. I started getting real anxious and depressed and stuff. Had to go on medication and everything." Zooey looked on with empathy as he explained further. "I'm not saying that I don't have relationships, I do, once in a while. I just had a girl let me go last week. It's just I find it hard to be comfortable knowing that I could lose everything again. I don't really blame her for going." Zooey watched him for a moment as he took a long pull from his Corona. "So is it that you don't want a serious relationship?" Jack shook his head. "No, no. That's not it at all. I loved being in love. I miss it, I really do. Having someone to hold, to talk to. I miss holding hands and falling asleep together, waking up in the middle of the night and having someone to wrap my arms around." Zooey was getting a moist, glassy look in her eyes as she sat and listened to him explain all the things he missed about being in love with someone. She had no doubts from his tone and his words, the way he spoke them while not even looking at her, just off ahead into space, that he meant what he was saying, that these things were rooted in his mind and now they were just flowing out to her. She couldn't imagine these were the type of things that he would just tell every new person he met. "But the problem is when the thought pops in my head, 'Well, what happens if it ends'. I mean, the last time I let myself go, I fell in love, got my heart broken, and I ended up in a very dark place that I didn't enjoy much at all. I don't know if I could take it again." "Well," Zooey said, looking down at the wine in her glass, "you just need to find someone who won't let you fall." She looked him in the eye as she took a sip of her wine. Jack looked at her and nodded. He caught the look she gave him, and it made him feel good. Comfortable. "Hey," he began to ask, "You wanna smoke a joint or something?" Zooey smiled back at him. She did want to. ----------------------- "Let's go eat outside," Kara suggested as they took their salads and bottled water from the cashier at the little eatery they went to after deciding they needed a little shopping break. Hayley followed her sister through the door at the back of the dining area. The patio area was built onto a little weathered, wooden boardwalk that overlooked the beach, jutting out into the water. The white, umbrella-covered table they picked sat above the shoreline. The cool mist from the small waves washing onto the sand could be felt wafting up through the slats on the wooden deck floor. There weren't many other people around, just here and there, as the lunch rush had passed and the bustle was dying down. The main neighbors the girls would have would be the seagulls squawking in the air as they coasted around on the gentle tropical breeze. "This salad looks good," Hayley commented as she opened the lid on the square Styrofoam container. She had chosen a Caesar, while Kara decided on a slightly heartier Cobb salad. "Yeah," Kara mumbled, a chunk of chicken in the process of being chewed, "this chicken is delicious. We have to remember this place." Hayley nodded her agreement as she took the first bites of her food. After a few minutes of eating quietly, Kara paused to take a sip of her bottled water. "You know," she spoke up, "I think that bikini is going to be awesome on you. We'll put your hair up for it." Hayley sighed, looked across the table at Kara and laid her fork down. She grabbed her water bottle and took a long drink. When she had swallowed it, she said, wearily, "Do I really have to do this?" Kara stopped and looked at her for several seconds in an unbroken stare. Then, shrugging quickly, she dropped her eyes back to her food and talked while she casually started to eat again. "Well, I mean, it's not like I'm going to hold you down, or anything, and make you do it. But you did lose the bet." Hayley sighed defeatedly and brought her hand up to cover her eyes. "I know," she admitted. "Can I ask you something?" Hayley nodded. "Why do you not want to do it? I mean, you're beautiful. I know that. Everybody knows that." Hayley blushed at the pointed compliment and looked away. "Show it off," Kara continued. "I mean, it's not like you have to send them off to Playboy or post them on Facebook or anything. What's the harm? Just a little fun." "You're not wanting them to send them off to your friends at the Playboy Mansion?" Hayley asked, slightly surprised and a little confused. Kara shook her head. "No. Not unless you wanted me to." "Oh," Hayley breathed, relaxing into the back of the chair. "I thought that's what you wanted them for." Kara sat her fork down. "Don't get me wrong: I have no doubt that they would love you. But that's not something I would ever do unless you wanted to do it." Hayley was confused now, and the look on her face displayed that fact. Then what's the point? "Well, okay then. Why?" "Well," Kara paused as she thought of the right words. "It's - fun." "Fun?" Kara nodded as she took the last bite of her salad and sat back into the chair. "Being the model, all these pictures being taken of you, from every angle, every position, every moment. Just to capture your beauty. Knowing that all this is happening, focused on you, is fun." "And you have to be naked to do that?" "Well, no. You don't have to be. But look at it like this: a picture takes, what, less than a second, right? Back before photos, they painted for hours and weeks. Before that, they sculpted for months and years. All to capture the beauty of the female body. During all those years, guys got covered up or their things broken off, but not women. A woman, her breasts, her smooth curves was a beauty everyone recognize and no one could do anything to deny." Hayley just stared at Kara, surprised, her mouth open a little after hearing that. "Wow," she said in awe, "that was..." Kara shrugged off the wonder of her little diatribe. "It's not the first time I've had to come up with a defense or explanation for it," she explained. "I just think I'd be uncomfortable, being there naked by myself, with all these people looking at me. I mean, I'm nervous only thinking about it," Hayley elaborated. "Who's 'everybody'? It'll just be me and Jack," Kara asked. "Still, it's you and Jack, watching me strip and be naked out there on the beach." "It's a private beach. It's perfect for this. Besides, Jack has already seen you naked. Strip poker? Last night? You said you went skinny-dipping, right?" Hayley reluctantly nodded. Kara continued. "So, there. And I know I've seen you naked. And that wasn't even a private beach." Hayley blushed again at the mention of their night on the beach outside of the graduation party. "But I was...high or whatever. That sort of cancelled out the nervousness." Kara thought quietly for a moment. "Well, I still have some, if you want." "You do?" "A little." Hayley thought about that. "And I tell you what, I'll even pose with you if you want. If it'd make you feel better." "Really?" "Sure." Kara began packing up her trash. "Oh, that would be better," Hayley giggled sarcastically, "Jack, out there taking pictures of his two naked sisters." "Ha," Kara laughed. "He would love it. Besides it's just us. Now, come on, we still have to find you a dress." "Alright," Hayley gave in with a sigh. ------------------------ "So why don't you play something for me"? Zooey asked, taking a sip from her bottle of Corona. Her eyes flicked over to a corner of the room, showing Jack that she was asking because she had spotted his guitar resting on it's stand. "Sure, if you want," Jack said getting up. As he walked over to retrieve his instrument, he asked, "What do you want to hear?" "Doesn't matter," Zooey answered. "Whatever's going through your mind." Jack sat down and made sure the guitar was in tune while he thought about what he was going to play. Something that would sound good solo, on the acoustic. And, something that would be appropriately flirty. I know. Jack started a mellow, up-beat rhythm. "I know that one," Zooey smiled. "It's that Jason Mraz song, right?" Jack nodded as he continued the strumming. Then he started singing to the gaze of a delighted single audience member. Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted I fell right though the cracks, now I'm trying to get back Before the cool done run out, I'll be givin' it my bestest And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention I reckon it's again my turn, to win some and learn some "Wow, you're good," Zooey smiled and swayed to the groove of Jack's performance. She totally surprised him, though, when from instinct, she came in with the harmonies for the chorus. She smiled at him when he locked a surprised look onto her, smiled back, and kept right on with the playing. But I won't hesitate, no more, no more This cannot wait, I'm sure There's no need to complicate, our time is short This is our fate, I'm yours "Wow," Jack said after they finished the song, "you have a beautiful voice. I didn't know you could sing." He watched as Zooey got embarrassed and a deep red blushing appeared on her cheeks as she dropped her head down to hide them from his view. "I just," she tried to explain, shyly, "I like that song. He's one of my favorite. I love his new song. Do you know it?" Jack nodded. "I do, actually. I just never really got to play it because I don't know any female singers that I like. You wanna sing it with me?" Zooey looked up and away quickly. Then she looked back up at him for a few seconds, trying to judge whether or not he was serious. The encouraging look she saw told her he was. She nodded her head. "Sure." Jack started a slightly faster, muted chord timing. Do you hear me, talking to you? Across the water, across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky? Oh, baby, I'm tryin' Zooey started her part, in a sweet, airy voice that surprised him and which he very much enjoyed hearing. She looked beautiful, almost glowing, when she sang, and it mesmerized him to watch her, three feet away, looking like she was taken over, singing to him. Boy I hear you in my dreams I feel you whisper across the sea I'll keep you with me, in my heart You make it easier when life gets hard Once again, Jack was impressed with her ability to perform perfect harmonies when they hit the chorus. And then, Zooey took the lead again while Jack shadowed her line by line. They don't know how long it takes Waiting for a love like this Everytime we say goodbye I wish we had one more kiss I'll wait for you, I promise you I will Zooey had scooted closer, right up next to Jack as they sang and by the last chorus, they were side by side. As soon as Jack let the last chord play out, Zooey leaned forward over his guitar and kissed him. Jack brought a hand up through her hair and kissed back. ------------------------ Kara jerked the wheel to the side slightly when her iPhone suddenly started blaring her ringtone of "Holla Back Girl". "Shit! Can you hand me my phone?" Hayley handed it to her and Kara glanced at the screen to see who was calling. "It's my agent," she told Hayley. She answered the call and put the phone to her ear. "Jayde, hello." Hayley glanced over at her sister, in case she might be able to figure out what the caller was saying by watching Kara's reactions to it. "Down in Key West with some family, why? How's Canada?" Kara answered teasingly. Hayley watched Kara's face morph from lighthearted to serious. "What do you mean, 'a problem'?" Kara asked. "They didn't turn out?!?" Hayley knew that whatever was being talked about wasn't going to be anything but negative - she couldn't have known at that time that what they were talking about were actually negatives, photo negatives. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! I knew he would fuck that up. He didn't set up for it, just clicked the fucking button," Kara ranted. Hayley was a little concerned with the direction the tone was seeming to go. "Shit," Kara sighed. "Yeah. I guess that'll work. But you let that fucking photographer know what's what. I am not going to do this a third fucking time. Alright. Bye." "Everything okay?" Hayley asked, knowing that it wasn't, as Kara handed the phone back to her. "No," Kara said, frustrated. "I have to go back to Nassau tomorrow. One whole series of shots were fucked up, and apparently, they're really important," she explained, mockingly stressing their importance. "What? You're leaving," Hayley asked, disappointed. "Yeah, tomorrow afternoon," Kara answered, "fly from Miami to Nassau." "Well, that sucks!" Hayley protested. "Yeah," Kara agreed, "but at least we've still got today." ------------------- "Hey, Ebb," Stacy Marie said with a smile. Debbie looked up, surprised to find Stacy Marie in front of her at the music store. But she quickly got past it, returning the smile. "Hey, Marie. What are you doing here?" "I didn't know what time you got off work," Stacy Marie explained, "and since I was here, I thought I'd just stop by and ask. And bring you this." She handed her a large cardboard cup with a Starbucks logo on the side. "It's a latte." "Oh, thank you," Debbie said, removing the lid from the cup and taking a sip. "Thanks. And I get out of here at five." Adding, "What were you doing here?" "Just getting some stuff for tonight: drink mixes and stuff. I got a new bikini too." Stacy Marie looked around to see if anyone was looking, and seeing that no one was, she lifted the front of her loose white t-shirt, emblazoned with the words 'Girls Rule' in pink block letters, revealing a white bikini top with slightly smaller than normal triangles covering her nipples and the bits of skin around them. The top went well with the bright blue hotpants she was wearing for shorts, and would have made a good outfit on their own, but, letting go of the shirt, Stacy pulled one side of the shorts off her hip. Underneath was the string to the bottoms, tied in a little bow, revealing that they, too, were white like the top. Debbie noticed that Stacy had exposed enough skin under her shorts by pulling them down as far as she did to have been able to glimpse the patch of material that would cover down and between her legs. But since she couldn't see it, she decided that it, like the tops, must have been smaller than a normal bikini would have been. "What's the bikini for?" "Well," Stacy Marie began to explain, "now that I know for a fact that you're getting out of here early enough, and you have a beach house, I was thinking we'd make a pitcher of tasty, frozen drinks with lots of rum and lay out by the water. We can watch movies after the sun sets." Debbie thought about it for a few moments. It has been a horrible day. Then she nodded. "Okay, sounds good." -------------------- Jack sat on the edge of the bed watching Zooey as she slowly walked up to him. She stopped when she could walk no further, standing between Jack's open legs with her knees brushed up against the side of the mattress. Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, burying his face with little kisses on her stomach. Zooey cradled his head with both her arms, holding his head against her. When Jack started sliding his hands up her back and down over her ass, Zooey's body squirmed. Not from the arousal of his touch, though it was arousing to her, but because it tickled her soft skin which made her giggle. Jack ran his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. He took hold of her panties and slid them off, noticing in the blur of motion as they fell that they were white. Still giggling from being tickled, Zooey smiled at Jack and planted both hands on his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed. The two of them giggled together playfully. Zooey crawled forward on top of Jack as he lay back on the mattress, her skirt hiking up slightly as she straddled one of his legs. Her plump breasts smashed against his chest when she brought her lips down to his. Jack's hands roamed her body as they kissed, soft and fun at first, then with hungry, probing tongues. Jack started tugging up on the top she was wearing, and taking the hint, Zooey sat up, adjusted herself to straddle his hips, and smiled down at him, her braids swaying with all her movements. Cross-armed she pulled the top up and off. Closed Doors Ep. 05 Jack might have preferred her to stay this way, in just her khaki, wrap around skirt and her white lace bra, but he was dying to see her breasts uncovered. As if reading his mind, she gave him a 'naughty boy' smirk, and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. It popped away from her voluptuous mounds with a springy bounce, and with ease, grace, and, most importantly, expediency, she had it off and tossed to some unknown location elsewhere on the floor of the loft. Oh fucking hell. Those are good. Those are real, real good. Jack stared, mesmerized at the sight before him. Flawless, perfect, natural, firm. He tried to think of all the ways he could describe the vision of her, but no word he could think of was even coming close to one that he thought was worthy to be used. Zooey didn't give him much time though as she bent back over and locked her mouth back onto his. Zooey started rocking her hips slightly. Sitting the way she was across his hips, the skirt rode up and allowed her uncovered clit to grind into the cloth covering his hardening shaft. Her arms worked to work the t-shirt he was wearing up his chest. Jack did a half sit-up to help out and Zooey managed to get it off of him. The bare skin of their chests smashed together, Jack felt the unmistakable feeling of two diamond hard nipples digging into him, which only made him wrap his arms around her back and pull her further down into him. -------------------------- "Oh, yeah, this is the one," Kara decided when Hayley stepped out from the dressing room. This was the fifth store they had been at today, and the third in which they were specifically looking for a dress. "It's perfect." Hayley stepped over to the full length mirror on the wall beside the dressing rooms and examined herself. Kara walked up behind her, adjusting the dress here and there. "Yeah, this is the one," Kara repeated. "Well, alright. It's your show," Hayley conceded and went back into the dressing room to change back into her own clothes. Kara began gathering up the other dresses that didn't make the cut and hanging them up on a little hook on the wall meant for the rejects. Then she went about gathering the rest of their stuff. "Kara?" came Hayley's voice from behind the slatted door. "Yeah?" "Can I ask you something?" Kara walked over to the door and leaned against it, putting her ear close to it. She didn't imagine, being prefaced with a request for permission to ask it, that the question would be one Hayley wanted to yell across the store. "Sure," Kara answered quietly. "Would you really, um, have sex, with Jack?" Kara was pleasantly surprised at the pointedness, albeit fumbled, blunt question. She smiled to herself in realization. She's been thinking about it. "I would," Kara declared, confidently adding, "and I will." She could hear the gasp inside the small dressing room. She laughed to herself, imagining the look on Hayley's face. "Hayley? Are you alright?" "Yeah, um, yeah," came Hayley's shaky voice, anxiously clearing her throat. "Um, when - when were you going to, um, do, that?" It was amusing to Kara how immediately uncomfortable little Hayley had become and she decided to play with it a little more. "Oh, I don't know," she said through the door calmly, matter-of-factly. "Later on, I guess. Maybe tonight, or maybe when we get back. It's kinda turning me on right now just thinking about it." At that moment, Hayley quickly flung the door open. She was back in the clothes she came in, but the wide-open eyes, open mouth and tenseness of shock were new. It made Kara start giggling. "Are you serious?" Hayley spat out in a hush. Kara, only quietly laughing now, nodded her head. "And you're just going to -" Hayley made a frustrated little motion with her hands while she came up with the right words, "-do it?". "Well, not just, bam, do it," Kara replied as she calmly turned and picked up their things. "It's not like we haven't messed, been messing, around. So it's not like, out of the blue, we're just fucking." Hayley's gaze looked past Kara, and when Kara turned to see what she was looking at, they saw an embarrassed, older, grey haired lady who had been looking through a nearby rack. She had the look of embarrassment, indicative of overhearing a private conversation, about sex. The lady quickly looked away from the girls and nearly sprinted, or as close as her old age would manage, to the opposite side of the store. "Wow," Kara said, turning back to Hayley, "I thought that only happened in the movies." She laughed a little about it. Then, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and they weren't just talking about what they were, she cooly asked, "You ready?" After tossing out a look of frustration with her sister's attitude of non-chalance, Hayley nodded and they started making their way towards checkout. As they weaved between the racks and shelves of clothes, Hayley, following behind Kara, asked, "Alright, if this all is going to happen, then where am I at? Sitting alone in my room, while you and Jack are, wherever you'll be, doing it, just waiting until you're finished?" "I don't know," Kara admitted. She was mute while she thought about it and continued walking. "I guess, if you wanted, you could be there too." She stopped in mid-step and twirled around, grinning, to add, "I love a good threesome." Hayley, nearly tripping because of Kara's sudden pause, stared at her, shocked once again. Kara, though, quickly turned her gaze to the side of them where a shocked, middle-aged mother stared nails through her, covering her little boy's ears, he couldn't have been more than seven or eight, and promptly dragged him away. "Damn," Kara uttered under her breath, "I just can't catch a break today." She turned and made it to the counter, joined by Hayley several seconds later, and they paid for their purchases and left. ---------------------- "Do you have any protection?" Zooey asked, standing up to slip the rest of her clothes off. Jack might have been put off by the question in normal circumstances, but the sight of Zooey, her toned, tan body, her hourglass curves from voluptuous, bountiful globes, down to her luscious, flaring hips made this anything but what normally happened to him. His eyes roamed over her body, from her shy smile and ruffled blonde curls floating lightly on her shoulders, down the deep valley formed between her breasts, to the thin strip of light brown hair dividing an otherwise smoothly bare pubic mound. "Umm, yeah, I do," he quickly answered and sat back up. The bag on the floor beside his bed, at the bottom of his nightstand, had a small, zippered pouch that he hurriedly opened and pulled out the blue packaged, single condom. Zooey took it from him with a grin. "I can do that." She tore open the package and removed the thin glove inside of it. She lowered to her knees between his legs as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Instantly bringing him to full staff when she grasped the eager member, Zooey slowly started stroking her hand up and down it. Her other hand came up and unrolled the latex barrier down over his thickness. Though it only extended down to cover half of him, it was enough. With Jack still sitting upright on the edge of the bed, Zooey stood up and climbed onto his lap, reaching down below her to guide him into her. She lowered herself down onto it slowly as it stretched her to accommodate him. Having taken him all inside, Zooey wrapped her legs around his back. Sitting in his lap, facing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him as she began to lift herself up and down. Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her back and helped her shift up and down, her moist grasp on his shaft squeezing him tightly the whole way up and the whole way back down. He quickly noticed the change in her energy when he started pushing up into her to meet her movements down onto him. He felt the moistness of her rubbing against his pubic hair on each stroke. Zooey squeezed tightly around Jack with her legs and her arms, clinging desperately to his torso while he thrust into her from below. She rolled her hips forward and ground herself against him as his body stroked her clit as his cock stroked inside her. The pillow-like breasts between their bodies squeezed to tension, cushioning them against the intensity of the dropping Zooey started to do, forcefully ramming Jack's huge member deep inside her. Faster and faster, she took him in, until she broke the kiss. Jack could feel the heavy gusts of flaming air hit his neck as through groans and squeals Zooey muttered a string of words in what he guessed had to be German. He could feel her body convulse around him and on top of him as it started to spasm with a surge of energetic pleasure. He didn't dare change anything he was doing, or the way he was doing it until he felt her body, her muscles, relax back down. She kissed him passionately, sitting still in his lap. Jack kept his hold on her and scooted them backwards onto the middle of the mattress. Jack moved with her has he rolled her onto her back. Beneath him, Zooey spread her legs open. Jack's body hovered over hers from between them. As he slid his hips further up between her thighs, Zooey's waiting body guided Jack's cock to its destination. Hanging down from him, his hard rod slid down through her wet path and slipped inside her waiting folds. The temperature grew hotter around them as Jack engaged in a slow, constant plunging. His lips moved to her neck, and then down to her breasts. Shadows danced with the shimmer of sunlight and palm trees outside reflecting on the misty sheen of curves and contours inside. Jack wasn't sure if this was 'making love', but it was definitely more than just 'sex'. It was as close and intimate as they had been, here, face to face, body against body. To Zooey, time seemed to stop in the world outside of that bed. Jack's steady and unceasing stimulation was building up inside of her. From a feeling, a glorious, tormenting itch, a bundle of energy built up to the fullest limits her womb could hold. When it released, it wasn't an explosion, but a dam breaking, releasing tidal floods of sizzling electricity coursing throughout her body. Jack kept up his penetrating machinations as he felt her body tremble beneath him. Her body shivered and convulsed as she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands. One hand slipped up against his abdomen, reacting to her body's attempt to do something about the uncontrollable tides washing over her, but she did not want it to stop. Her fingernails only lightly scraped over his abs. Finally, after a minute or two of having lost control of her body, Zooey began to ease down from the clouds and began panting heavily, now inhaling precious oxygen and pulling Jack's lips down to hers, her orgasm beginning to subside. Jack hadn't stopped sliding his cock into her throughout the whole time she came. Now, as she was beginning to relax her body and kissed him, he spared her no time and slid his knees up, planting them on the mattress under her thighs, around her hips, and thrust into her. On the first harder thrust, Zooey let out a clipped scream. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her as his pelvis slapped against her pussy harder and faster. She began to float up again instantly under this new assault in her pleasure zone. Zooey locked her ankles around Jack's waist. When Jack started to cum, his thrusting became ferocious. He slammed his cock as deep inside her as it could go and held it buried into her as the first rope of liquid exploded into the sheath that separated his flesh from hers. Her pussy clamped down around his shaft, squeezing the rest of his fluid out as it was kept buried in place. Jack's body collapsed onto Zooey's, totally spent. Neither could speak any words yet as they panted heavily, drawing in air as their orgasms subsided. As Jack's face buried itself in Zooey's neck and shoulder, she ran her fingers up through his hair, soothing her lover as his body recovered from pleasuring her so. Zooey had never felt an orgasm like that before. This time intercourse had been soft and gentle. No rushing. The speed had never changed, just steadily added more and more sensations until it overflowed. It wasn't an explosion. It wasn't just another orgasm. It was a total body experience. One she had never felt, or even dreamed of, before. Jack rolled off her body and Zooey turned to face him. Their bodies less than a foot apart, Zooey brought her hands up between them and stroked her fingertips lightly along his face as she moved her lips to soft little kisses against his. Jack's arm went to her waist and gently pulled her body back against his again. Facing one another, laying on their sides in an embrace, Jack kissed Zooey's misted forehead as she dipped her head down to rest it against her lover's chest. They closed their eyes. ------------------- "What do you mean you've been fooling around?" Hayley asked after they had pulled out of the parking lot and were gliding down the road. "Well," Kara said, "there was the other night at the party, I was there with Jack and Debbie for a while after you all left, though I mainly just kind of kept to Debbie, but I think it still counts. Then, there was yesterday on the drive here. I told you about that already. Then there was this morning in the shower, when he paid me back for yesterday," she looked over at Hayley when she elaborated in a sly tone, "with his tongue." Hayley gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Then, the hand dropped suddenly and a curious and questioning look presented itself. "Wait. Where was I?" "Downstairs, taking your own shower." "Oh my god. I can't believe you guys were right upstairs, doing that." She started an exasperated laugh, which got Kara laughing, too. "Why are you so surprised, Hayley?" Kara asked seriously. "I mean, we've fooled around, too." "Yeah, I know. I know," Hayley admitted. "I guess it's just because Jack's a boy, or something, that it seems different somehow." "Well, first, he is a man, sweetie. Don't doubt that," Kara stated. "Second, what's concerning you is that he's our brother, right?" Hayley hesitantly nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I know me and you did what we did, but technically, and it doesn't make me love you a bit less, but technically you're my stepsister. It's kinda different." Kara just looked at her. It took a few moments for Hayley to get why. But the realization came. "And that's exactly the same as you and Jack, too. You're his stepsister, too." Kara silently nodded her agreement. "But Jack and I aren't. Step," Hayley thought out loud. "So what does that mean?" "What do you mean?" "Well," Hayley postulated, "before, at the store, you said that I could join in. Me and you would be alright, I guess, and you and Jack. But what about me and Jack?" Kara thought about it quietly as she stopped at a light and made a turn into the intersection. She decided that, at the moment, there was a more pressing question. To her, anyways. "Do you want to do anything with Jack?" Hayley was quiet for a little while, looking down at the hands anxiously fidgeting in her lap. Then, in a fit of nervous, defensive explanation, she started blurting out in rapid-fire succession. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I've never even thought about it before, really. And then everything that's happened these past few days. The craziness. And you and me on the beach. And me pretending to be his girlfriend. And skinny-dipping. And going up to sleep in his bed last night. And you fooling around with him. And we're talking about sex with him. And-" Kara interrupted. "Whoa, whoa. Hayley. Take a breath. Just calm down." Hayley did stop. She did take a breath. She then finally looked over at her older sister, guilt-ridden, confused pleading in her eyes to not think bad things of her. "It's okay, Hayley. Don't get upset about it. I don't think any less of you for thinking about it. I won't do that. I completely understand. Just calm down." "You don't think I'm sick or something?" Hayley asked meekly, on the verge of tears, still fidgeting with her hands. "No, no. Not at all. It doesn't bother me if you want to. Hell, I want to." "But he's Jack. He's my brother." "And we're all on this little, agreed-to, vacation from who we are. It's not like you want to get married and have children. What would it be any different from some guy you just went home with from a club? "When we made that agreement, Jack knew that it meant that me and him were gonna have sex. That was just a given. I mean, that's why the pictures are happening here, too. It's just us, without restriction, without judgment." Hayley was quiet as she took that in. "Do you think Jack thought about me? Thought that about me, too?" "I don't know," Kara shrugged. "But he's a smart guy. I'm sure the possibility crossed his mind. Especially with you being such a loving girlfriend last night, when Tomas was there, anyways." "But he wouldn't want me like that, would he? I'm his little sister. He's always treated me like his little sister." "Oh, I don't know," Kara surmised, "I don't think he'd say 'no', especially if things were already going. You're sexy as hell, it'd be hard for any guy." "Yeah," Hayley answered quietly. "But I could never start anything, anyways. I'd be way too nervous. I mean, I've never really even had sex." Kara's head twisted in a snap. "What?" Hayley realized too late that it had slipped out. "I mean, I've done stuff. To guys. They've done stuff to me. But I've only done it once. And it wasn't very good. I didn't like it. And it only lasted a minute. I never cared much about it after that. Especially when he was such an asshole afterwards." "But you want to?" Hayley non-committally stared back at her. "With Jack?" Kara asked. Stare. But it told Kara that Hayley was just not saying 'yes', but that she was thinking it. "It doesn't matter anyways," Hayley said. "It'll never happen." ------------------- The still quiet was broken by the blaring of the German National Anthem blaring from the tiny speaker of a cellphone. "What is that?" Jack asked drowsily. "Oh my god, that's my mom calling me, they must be back," Zooey complained as she stretched across Jack's body to pick up the phone from her skirt where she had discarded it on the floor. Picking it up, she lined herself back up along Jack's side, laid her head on his chest and put the phone up to her other ear while Jack began stroking lightly through her hair. "Yes, mother?" she answered. What followed was mainly a conversation in German, but the main point, Jack could tell from the tone of Zooey's voice, was that she was going to have to be leaving. His deduction was confirmed when Zooey hung up the phone, tossed it onto the bed on the other side of Jack, and sighed against his chest. "I have to go," she stated with an annoyed sigh. "That's not good at all," Jack replied, running his fingers down her bare shoulder and along her smooth, naked back. Zooey curled her body into him, bringing one leg up across his and hugging around his waist. "No, I wish it wasn't so," she sighed. "I feel comfortable here." "Well, what are you doing later?" he asked. "Last night with the family. Whatever it is, it will be in our cabana." "You can't get away for a little while again?" Zooey sighed a defeated sigh. "No, I don't think that would be likely." They were quiet for a minute or two. Zooey broke the silence with a question. "Do you really think we could see each other when we get back to our lives? Or was that just to get me into your bed?" She smiled a teasing smile up at him when she asked the second question. Closed Doors Ep. 06 ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode Six "FILM (Part II)" =========================== Kara saw Hayley instinctively cover her bare breasts with her arms when Kara opened the door to slip into Hayley's bedroom. Kara laughed, "God, are you that nervous? I don't think I've ever seen you jump like that before." "Shut up," Hayley shot back, "of course I'm nervous." She tossed the bra she was holding over towards the closet. "Can you hand me that bag?" Kara grabbed the pink boutique bag Hayley pointed at. It was the one that had the bikini in it. Hayley pulled the top half of the swimwear out. "Here," said Kara, taking it from her, "let me help you." She got the strings tied behind Hayley's neck and her back and adjusted the triangular panels into place around the young girls tits. Hayley took her shorts and panties off, pausing before she tied the bikini bottoms on. She looked at Kara. "Does everything look alright - down there?" She flapped her hand down to indicate her crotch. Kara grabbed Hayley's shoulders and turned her around to face her. Then she took a step back and went about looking down, examining Hayley's lovely lower-half. Hayley's smooth lips were as bare and luscious as Kara thought they had been back in the dressing room where she had first seen them after graduation. She reached out and lightly ran her fingertips over the top edge of the spongy mound. "Perfect," she finally commented. Hayley slipped the bottoms on. "Hayley, you gotta relax, sweetie," Kara stated, after watching how tense her little sister was. "Did you want to try some of that ecstasy or something?" Hayley stopped and looked at her older sister. "I already did." "What?" "Remember yesterday? I swiped some from your bag?" Kara thought back to when they had first arrived at the cabana. "Oh, yeah," she remembered. "I can't believe I forgot about that. How many did you take?" "One," Hayley answered quickly. "Should I take more?" Kara couldn't hide her amusement. "No, lets just wait until that one kicks in first before se start piling them on. We have plans and we don't want you stumbling around all night petting the walls. I will get you some wine though. That okay?" Hayley nodded and Kara left. When she returned, Hayley had put her hair up into a chaotic bunch with a white ribbon and was checking her makeup. She took the glass of wine from Kara and downed the entire thing in one long go. As Hayley handed the empty glass back to Kara, she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's do this." "There you go," Kara laughed and followed little Hayley out of the room. ----------------------------- Stacy Marie could see that Debbie had already laid the towels out on the sand and was on one, laying on her back. Stacy walked up and filled two glasses with Strawberry daquiri before she put the pitcher from the blender into a cooler filled with ice. "Thank you," Debbie said in appreciation when Stacy handed her a glass. She took a few cursory sips. Stacy Marie sat down on her towel and laid back, propping herself up on her elbows. "I love that bikini," she commented, looking at Debbie's golden, sheen-covered body prone on the towel two feet away. Debbie was wearing a conservatively cut bikini, the bottom half of which was black with white polka dots while the top was white with black dots. "Thank you," Debbie replied, "I got it a few months ago." "Well, it looks great on you." A few minutes later, Debbie rolled onto her front. Stacy Marie sat up and untied the knots to her bikini top, taking it off, revealing her creamy tits. Step one. Debbie turned her head to say something, but paused when she saw Stacy's topless body beside her. "Oh," Stacy Marie reacted when she saw the look on Debbie's face. "I'm sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable-" "No," Debbie said, cutting her off. She shook her head, "it's okay. I just didn't see it coming." She grinned, a little anxiously, as if to punctuate what she said. "Are you sure?" Stacy asked as she went to lay back down on her towel, exposing the front half of her body to the sunlight. "Yeah, I'm sure," Debbie replied. A minute later, Stacy Marie brought up, "Uh, what were you going to ask?" "What?" "A minute ago it looked like you were going to say something," Stacy Marie reminded her. "Oh. Yeah. I was going to see if I could get you to, um, put some oil on my back. It's hard for me to reach." "Sure," Stacy Marie said, sitting back up quick enough that her naked tits jiggled a little from the movement. Stacy caught Debbie's eyes catching the jiggle. This night might go a little easier than I thought. Stacy picked up the bottle and poured some into her hands after she scooted down to straddle the back of Debbie's thighs. She started rubbing over the lower back, gently massaging as she went. She wanted Debbie to notice her touch, that it was there. "Did you want me to undo this?" Stacy Marie asked Debbie as the oiled hands came up to the clasp in the middle of the inch-wide strap that held the bikini top on. It seemed more like a regular bra than anything. "Umm, okay," Debbie answered unsurely. "Yeah, I guess." Stacy undid it and Debbie lifted herself a little to get her arms out of it and pull it out from under her body. Stacy Marie finished massaging the sunning oil into Debbie's back, then slid back over to her own towel. She returned to the original position of laying on her back. After ten minutes or so, Stacy Marie noticed the movement of Debbie's head as it looked around in every direction. "What's wrong?" she asked, a little confused. Debbie looked at her. "Umm, I was going to roll over. I'm looking to see if there's anyone that might see me." "Oh," Stacy said, looking around with her. "Doesn't look like it." "What if Jon comes back?" "Oh, he won't be back until well after midnight. Besides, he's seen you topless, remember? Strip poker?" "Yeah, but that was different." Debbie gave another survey around the area. "Okay," she said reluctantly. She flipped over onto her back and the ample mounds on her chest flattened just slightly and spread almost as slightly to the sides under their own weight. "Whoa," Stacy Marie sighed in a gust of breath. "What?" Debbie blurted nervously. "No, no, it's nothing bad," Stacy quickly answered, "it's just...well, your body. It's gorgeous." Debbie blushed and turned her head away. "Whatever," she said humbly, trying to deflect the gushing compliment. "No, no, you are. I'd kill for a body like that. Tits like that." "Yeah, right. Like you need to wish for any other body than the one you have," Debbie replied. Stacy Marie took a glance down her own body. "What does that mean?" she asked. "My tits are only about half the size of yours." Debbie looked at her. "But it's the way they look on you, and how your body wears them. You're like a Greek statue of Diana." "You don't think they're too small?" "No," Debbie answered, "and besides the color of your skin-" She stopped abruptly when Stacy's eyes darted past her to something Debbie couldn't see. She turned her head quickly to look and saw an old man walking along the shore with his dog, coming in their direction. "Shit!" she whispered sharply. Then, in a flash, she flipped back onto her stomach to hide her tits. Stacy Marie laughed a little at the abruptness of Debbie's reaction. Stacy kept still in her posture, breasts bared and visible to the old gentleman, and his dog. As he got closer, she saw him notice her when his dog did and she threw him a naughty little smile and gave him a flirty wave with her fingers. He smiled at her and tipped his head in acknowledgement, and just continued on his way past them and away down the beach. "Oh my god! I can't believe you just did that," Debbie chirped in a hushed whisper. "What? You're the one that just said that I had good tits," Stacy Marie defended. She rolled over onto her stomach, too, and grinned her second naughty grin. "Besides, those few seconds probably made that old guy's whole day. Maybe even week." "Or you might have given him a heart attack." Debbie and Stacy Marie stared at each other for a tense moment before they simultaneously erupted into laughter. ----------------------- Jack was already out on the beach when the girls walked out. He looked up. Hayley looked like a little sensual kitten in her bikini. Conservative enough to be 'good girl' sexy, it was orange, lined all around it's edges in a trim of baby blue. The way it hugged her was like a second skin, there were no folds or wrinkles, just smooth fabric hugging her curves. Hayley was nervous as Kara left her in a spot of the beach and walked over to stand beside Jack. "What do I do? Just start stripping, or what?" she asked in a shaky voice. "First of all, relax," Kara suggested. "For right now, just do whatever you want. Different poses, walk around, play in the sand. Whatever." Hayley nodded her head and timidly followed Kara's suggestions as Jack began to take pictures of her. In most of them, she looked anxious enough to be cute. Shy enough to be sexy. Jack just kept aiming and shooting. These are going to be good, I think. After a few minutes, Kara said, "Alright, now, let's try it without the top." Hayley looked at her. Kara looked back, then sighed and walked over to her. "Would you like me to do it first? Show you?" she asked her younger sister. Hayley nodded, with a 'sorry, but thanks' look in her eye. "Okay," Kara said. Hayley stepped to the side, out of picture, and Kara started taking her bikini top off. First she reached behind her back and undid the knot there. This loosened the top but still let the triangles of fabric cover over her nipples. She posed like that for a couple of seconds, then slowly started pulling the top up and off over her head, leaving the knot at the neck intact. Her breasts were bared. Jack was snapping away. Kara posed. After a few shots like that, she turned to the side and Jack took profile shots as she bent over and slowly removed her shorts, leaving her in a pair of tight, see-through black panties. "Come here, Hayley," Kara said, and Hayley did. Kara turned her to face Jack, while she stood behind her. "Go ahead, Jack." Jack started snapping photos as Kara untied Hayley's bikini top and slowly removed it. From behind Kara ran her hands all over Hayley's body roaming up to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples while Jack took photos of the two of them. "Is that ecstasy kicking in right about now?" Kara whispered in Hayley's ear as Jack moved around them. Hayley nodded as the tingles from having her nipples pinched faded away to her extremities. "All right, are you okay now?" Kara asked in another whisper. Hayley nodded again. Kara stepped away from her and walked back over to stand by Jack, who hadn't stopped snapping the shutter the whole time. Hayley started moving around on her own, little by little, more and more. "Okay, how about we take those bottoms off and get out in the water a little?" Kara suggested to her sister. -------------------------- Hayley started coughing, a plume of smoke jetting out of her mouth into the air as she held the joint out for Kara to take from her. The three of them sat on the couch. Kara started laughing at the girl sitting at her right. She hit it and passed it to her left. Jack said, "Easy, Hayley," and took his hit. Hayley had put on a white tank top and loose, black cotton shorts to cover her naked body after stripping down on the beach. Kara would only go so far as to slip back into the button-up shirt that had caused all the trouble in the drive-thru at McDonald's that morning, and the black panties that she hadn't took off. Jack, who hadn't taken off any clothes outside, sat there in his blue board shorts and a white polo. They were waiting for the take-out to arrive. "Wait till you taste the food, Jack," Kara commented as she handed the joint from him over to Hayley. "We ate lunch there, and even if it was just salads, it was awesome." "Yeah," Hayley agreed. Her voice was strained against trying her best not to start coughing again and her eyes were watered up from coughing before. There was a knock at the door. "Hey! There it is," Kara said excitedly. She slapped a hand each down on Jack and Hayley's knees and pushed herself up off the couch. She headed over to the door. Hayley scooted closer to Jack, closing the gap between them, and handed the joint back to him. Her bare leg grazed against the fine hairs on his leg, and a tingle, accentuated from the bit of drugs she had taken earlier to loosen up, reverberated around the inside of her body. She paused for a second as she first realized it. Then she pressed her leg a slight bit harder against his and slowly rubbed hit against his a few times. Until she noticed his hand holding the small stub out in front of her, she was twirling in her own little world, staring at their point of contact. Hayley snapped out of it and looked at Jack while she took the roach from him. He smiled at her, like she was being silly. Cute, but a little silly. She quickly got embarrassed and blushed, looking away. He gave her leg a pat, to let her know it was all okay. "Come on," Kara said as she walked by behind the couch carrying bags of food, "let's eat out on the deck." Hayley handed the pot to Jack as she stood up and he dropped it into the ashtray as he followed behind her. "Wait until you see Hayley's dress, Jack," Kara stated while taking a bite of her turkey club. They sat around the table eating their dinners while the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. "You're gonna flip." "I'm sure I will," Jack replied, glancing over at Hayley. Hayley smiled, but dropped her eyes quickly, embarrassed by the topic, though slightly excited by Jack's suggestive reply. And the twinkle in his eye when he had looked at her. I saw that, right? --------------------- Stacy Marie and Debbie left the beach when the sun had set. They were tipsy already, and hungry, so they ordered some Chinese. While they waited for it to be delivered, Debbie and Stacy changed out of the rest of their bathing suits. Debbie slipped on a pair of red flannel, thin cotton pajama pants, along with some underwear and a loose, blue Dave Matthews Band concert tee. Stacy Marie put on a small, slightly loose pair of denim shorts and a thin, clingy black tank top with thin little spaghetti straps. Debbie was still in her room when the delivery came and Stacy Marie carried the food back there. They sat on the bed, cross-legged, facing each other with the cardboard box-top, that served as the tray, between them. It held four or five white cartons with some sort of Chinese lettering on the side of them in red. With chopsticks, they picked up different cartons, took a few bites of the contents, and set them back down, beginning the process all over again with another carton. They kept sipping on glasses of Strawberry daquiri as they ate. "I wanted to apologize again, you know," Stacy Marie began as she dug through some fried rice, "for the fact that you keep running into Sully - undressed - these past few days. And me and him. I can't help feeling that a lot of it's my fault." And some actually on purpose. Debbie paused eating while she rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Besides, I have walked in on people having sex before." "Really?" Stacy Marie asked, suddenly interested. "Who?" Debbie looked like she was really hesitant to answer for several seconds. "Nevermind." "Oh, come on, Ebb. Who was it? Do I know them?" Debbie grinned and nodded. "Oh, you have to tell me now," Hayley giggled. "Who is it?" Debbie was still hesitant. Quickly, she blurted out, "Jack's parents," and subsequently began stuffing bites of broccoli into her mouth. Stacy Marie was shocked. "What?!" she exclaimed. Then, she broke into laughter. "Really?" Debbie nodded absently. "Okay," Stacy said, calming down a little. "You HAVE to tell me that story." Debbie looked up hesitantly, then sighed as she gave in. "It was Junior year," she began. "Me and Jack were upstairs at his house, in his room, you know - messing around." Stacy Marie nodded. Fuck you. "And I don't even think they knew we were there. Anyways, when Jack went to take me home, I had to get my shoes. I had left them out by the pool. Jack went ahead out to his car. When I went out back, I didn't even notice them for a second or two. Then I saw them in the hot tub." Stacy brought her hand up to cover her mouth as it fell open. "They couldn't see me. She had her back to me, and she was sitting on him, blocking him from seeing me. But they were naked, hands everywhere. It wasn't until I gasped, as it occurred to me what it was I was seeing, that they turned and saw me." "Oh my god," Stacy gasped. "What did you do?" "I just grabbed my shoes real quick and took off," Debbie replied. "I might have mumbled 'sorry' or something too." "Wow," Stacy said, taking the story in, "did they ever say anything about it?" Debbie nodded as she swallowed a bit. "Yeah. Karen pulled me aside the next day when I was over there and asked me if I was alright and stuff. She was really cool about it." "Yeah, she's a sweetie," Stacy Marie agreed. "You two seem close." Karen's not fucking close to me, and I've been Hayley's best friend forever. Fuck you, Debbie, you fucking bitch. Stacy Marie realized at this point that she had better start paying attention to concealing her actual thoughts from Debbie or she might just fuck everything up. Debbie got a look of confusion about what Stacy was referring to. "The other day. When I saw you over there?" Stacy explained. "Oh," Debbie nodded her head, remembering running into Stacy the day after the party. "Yeah. I guess we are, or, were. I hadn't really talked to her since Jack and I broke up. "When Jack and I first got together was right about the time Kara had first moved out. And I guess she missed her and everything. She started talking to me more and more. Hayley was younger then." Fuck you! Stacy nodded along with a slight smile, to show she was listening and interested. "And later, when Mom had that affair and she and Dad got divorced, Karen kinda became, like a surrogate mom, or something, to me. I could talk to her about my life and stuff." "You talk to her about Jack?" Stacy asked. "No," Debbie answered rather quickly. "Well, not really. A few times. Only when we had had a fight, or it was something that was really important." "Is that why you were there the other day?" Stacy Marie asked, finished eating and beginning to take increasingly larger sips of her alcoholic drink. I will ruin you. "No, I had gone over there to leave a letter for Jack," Debbie explained. "But Karen was happy to see me again, so we just sat around, catching up." "A letter?" Stacy asked. Fucking Bitch! "Sorry, you don't have to tell me." "It's alright," Debbie said, sipping her drink. "Jack had asked me to go with him this week, but I couldn't. Then, I sat here thinking about what had happened and the fact that he did ask me to go. And I decided that this was the opportunity. To lay it all out. What actually happened that night that I 'cheated', how I felt about him, how I feel about him. Everything. I had to take my chance." "Oh," Stacy Marie nodded, "that's awesome. Good for you, Ebb." Fuck, fuck, FUCK! "But, doesn't that mean that he hasn't read it yet?" "No. I got there after he left. I just put it out in the poolhouse for him. He'll get it when he gets back." The poolhouse. Stacy felt a wave of relief. I'll just grab it and he'll never even know it was there. And she will just assume that he read it and didn't like what it said. Then she'll think he doesn't want her, and if everything goes right, she won't have the stones to take the chance to approach him. I can make sure of that. Closed Doors Ep. 06 Stacy Marie smiled, pouring the last of the pitcher into Debbie's glass. "How about I make some more, Ebb? Then, we can start a movie." Debbie smiled, shrugged her shoulders and nodded. Stacy grinned at her as she started to get up. She has no fucking clue. --------------------------- "Sorry," Kara said as she walked in Hayley's room and shut the door behind her. "Had to find a pair of shorts, my ass was getting chilly." Hayley laughed slightly. She was sitting on her bed in the matching black lacy panties and bra that her mom had gotten her for her birthday rolling on a pair of sheer black stockings that came up to the middle of her thigh. "You're gonna look sensual as hell. Fuck, you already do, like that," Kara complimented her. "I wonder if Jack will even be able to take the pictures when he is hard from looking at you." Hayley looked up, blushing. "You think so?" she asked, an air of humility in the question. "Definitely." Hayley continued to look at her sister for a few more moments. She didn't say anything. Then, she stated, "I want to do it." Kara didn't know what it was. "Do what?" "Jack. I want to do that. With him." Kara was surprised and her face displayed it. "Really?" Hayley nodded and went back to getting ready. She walked over to the closet and pulled out the dress she was going to wear. "Can I ask?" Hayley turned back to face her. "I can't stop thinking about it. And you are so excited about him. It's got to be good. I've never had good. And only once, at that. I want Jack to show me, and I'm pretty sure he can. I need to know. I need to know how sex is supposed to be." "Wow," Kara said with mild surprise. "That was to the point. You have been thinking about it, haven't you?" Hayley nodded again as she slipped the dress on. Kara walked over to help her into it and get it situated. "Does this have anything to do with the ecstasy you took?" "A little maybe," Hayley admitted. "But not really." "Alright then, as long as you're clear about it." "I am. But," Hayley hesitated. "You have to help me. Even though I want to, I don't think I could ever make it happen by myself. It's Jack, and I wouldn't even know where to start. Let alone come up with the courage to do whatever it is to start it." "I can do that," Kara said, making the final adjustments to her sister's appearance. "Come on, let's go or we won't have time to go out later." The two walked up the steps and found Jack digging around in his camera bag. He didn't notice them come up there. "So, Jack," Kara announced, "what do you think?" Jack turned and he went as speechless as his eyes went wide. Hayley stood there in a knee-length black sleeveless dress with sheer, airy flairs at the shoulders. The dress itself was the slightest bit see-through and one could make out the bra and the panties underneath it. Hayley had her hair up again, but this time it was more elegant, more sculpted with a white, tropical flower stuck in above her ear. His cock started to get hard as Kara turned her around in a circle, showing off the back. Calm yourself down, Jack. Calm yourself down. He finally got his little man to relent as he forced his mind off of Hayley's body and thought of different various numbers for camera lens and light settings. "I think he likes it, Hayley," Kara smiled, whispering but loud enough that Jack would hear, "he hasn't said anything yet, and he's still staring." Jack shook his head a little, bringing himself back to the present. He held the camera up to his face and Kara stepped away as he started snapping a few pictures. Hayley began a strip tease as she slowly stripped out of the dress. Jack snapped pictures, roaming around her while Kara stood to the side offering suggestions to her sister as to what to do. Kara eventually picked up the video camera Jack had and joined in capturing their little sister in images. After about five minutes, Hayley took her bra off. Then, a little later she put it back on when Kara suggested she wear it without her panties on. After those, Hayley took her bra back off and posed in her stockings and high heels all around the bed and on it. She crawled back off of it and started posing leans against the posts at the foot of the bed. "Hey, Jack," Kara broke in, setting the video camera down. "Give me that camera." Jack looked a little perplexed at her request but handed the still camera over anyways. Kara took it and trained it back on him, snapping a picture. "What are you doing?" he asked, a little put off, but not really unentirely finding it out of character for her. "Well," Kara said, snapping another photo, "Hayley and I have been posing all this time. I think it only fair that you get included too. Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on." "No, no," Hayley chimed in with a giggle. She leaned back, resting her bare ass against the top of the footboard on Jack's bed and crossed her arms over her chest with a grin. "I think that would be fun." "Come on, Hayley," Kara directed, positioning the camera in her hands to take the next shot, "take his shirt off for him." Hayley started to move, but Jack stopped her. "I can take my own shirt off," Jack said, realizing it was pointless to resist the two of them. He unceremoniously pulled the shirt up over his head and off, triggering the flash from Kara's camera. "Woo!" the girls howled in near unison. Hayley started a teasing round of applause while Kara snapped another image of Jack and his muscularly toned bare chest. Jack threw his shirt at his younger sibling. "Hayley, undo his shorts and take them off," Kara directed next. Both Jack and Hayley looked at her. The nod she gave them told them that it was all alright. Hayley put Jack's shirt on the bed and moved to him. Standing right in front of him, naked except for her black stockings merging down into shiny, black high heels, she reached out and took hold of the button on his waistband. She looked down at it, nervous to look up into his eyes now. "Hold it right there," Kara ordered. She slipped over to get a profile shot of them. "Oh, that's beautiful." She snapped the picture of Jack, looking down at Hayley's innocent, bare form, while she looked down at the fastener she was undoing, both bodies facing each other. "Go ahead," Kara indicated. Hayley unfastened the shorts and slid them down Jack's legs, kneeling down to the floor as she went. Kara snapped another picture of Hayley knelt on the floor in front of Jack's nude body as she reached the floor with his shorts. His soft cock dangled in the air above her. Another shot was taken when Hayley braced herself with a hand against Jack's abs when she went to stand back up. Kara stepped in real quick and whispered in Hayley's ear so Jack wouldn't hear, "Take him in your hand." As she stepped back, Kara gave Hayley another encouraging nod. "What was that about?" Jack asked. Hayley finally looked up at him, then back down. She took in the sight of him for a few seconds, taking note of the line that was being crossed, before her hand tentatively moved out towards him and she wrapped her soft fingers around his dangling, weighty softness. "Oh," Jack groaned, as much from the sudden flash of light coming from Kara as the touch of Hayley's hand. He didn't stay soft for long. And when he started getting hard, he felt Hayley's soft little hand start to move up and down his growing shaft. Another flash. He took a finger and brushed a strand of Hayley's bangs away from her face and the touch prompted her to drop her head back and look up at him. Hayley's eyes sparkled as his finger continued down her face and her neck. From her shoulders, his hand slid down the outside of her arm. When she closed her eyes, taking in the sensation, Jack leaned down and placed his lips on hers. Hayley opened her mouth to receive his, at the same time, tightening her grip on his hard cock and stroking it a little harder. Through closed eyelids, they saw another flash illuminate the room. Kara walked up behind Hayley. Jack opened his eyes and broke the kiss. While Hayley kept her eyes closed, Kara pressed herself against the back of the young blonde's body and wrapped her arm around to the front of her, sliding her hand up to cup over Hayley's pert breast. Kara whispered in her ear again and Hayley nodded her acknowledgement. Kara stepped away from them again, smiling at Jack. Hayley opened her eyes as she tilted her head back down, looking at Jack's cock in her hand. She lowered herself down onto her knees in a smooth, fluid motion. Without looking back up at him, she pointed the shaft at her mouth and slipped her lips around it as the flash from Kara's camera went off again. "Oh, that looks so hot," Kara gasped as she took another shot of sexy Hayley on her knees in front of Jack. She snapped another shot of Hayley licking up the bottom of Jack's long, wide shaft. Jack looked at Kara and threw a glance at the camera. "Don't worry, Jack, it's just us. Only ours," she reassured him and snapped another. "What are you doing, Kara?" Jack asked as Kara sat the camera down in a chair a minute later, and moved across the room. "Switching cameras," she replied evenly. "We're into motion now." ----------------------- "Mama-?" Zooey was interrupted as she had to stop and stand completely still so she wouldn't fall as her two little brothers ran by screaming and chasing each other. In the background, her dad yelled at the boys in German, warning them that if they didn't make sure that they had packed everything, then anything left behind would be lost to them forever. Zooey walked up closer to her mother, who was removing a pan of freshly baked strudel desserts from the oven in their kitchenette. "Mama," Zooey began again, "do you think it would be alright if I stepped out for a few minutes?" Though Zooey was an adult now, and her parents had even moved away to another continent, her respect for them and they way in which she had been brought up always pushed her to ask permission and such when they were together, as they were on this holiday. "Oh, liebchen," her mother sighed with a thick German accent, "where would you be going?" "Just for a walk, mama," Zooey answered vaguely as she dipped her finger into a dab of icing and licked it off. "But we are just about to begin," her mother began, in a tone consciously meant to subtly inflict a measure of guilt. "Can you not say goodbye to your friends tomorrow?" Zooey glanced up at her mother. How did she know? What does she know? Her mother patted her arm lightly. "Your walk got longer today, liebchen. And staying behind this afternoon? One doesn't need to be an Einstein to realize that you found some friends." Zooey smiled and nodded. "The people that are staying in the last cabana. Two sisters and their brother." "Oh, a brother?" her mother teased, while she placed each of the desserts on it's own paper napkin. "Mama!" Zooey blushed. Zooey's mother grinned at her daughter's discomfort. "Zooey, we always spend our last evening together as a family. We enjoy our strudel, our tea, and we play Monopoly together. Can you not say goodbye tomorrow before we leave?" Zooey sighed and dropped her shoulders, she was defeated by the ultimate weapon of a mother - guilt. "Of course, mama," Zooey replied, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek. "I think I'll go and change into more comfortable clothes before we start." "Alright, liebchen," her mother smiled, returning her focus to preparing the food, while Zooey turned and walked off to her room. Slightly dejected at the thought of a rushed final goodbye tomorrow with Jack, Zooey began to slide her skirt off. Before tossing it aside, she ran her hands through the pockets to retrieve her phone and whatever else might have been stuck in them during the day. Feeling confused by what her finger ran across, she grabbed and pulled out what turned out to be two little blue, football shaped pills. She smiled upon realizing what they were. I forgot about these. Zooey thought about Jack. Somehow, even if he wasn't here with her, he had made sure he found a way to relax her. Popping the pills into her mouth, Zooey pulled her hair back into a ponytail and finished changing into a pair of comfortable cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt. Before she went back out to join her family, she set the alarm for the next morning. I'll make the time in the morning. ------------------------- Kara shrugged her shirt off before she picked up the video camera. Jack rolled his eyes at her, and she grinned back before training the lens on the action her sister was still in, down there on her knees. Kara walked and sat the video camera down on the foot of the bed after a couple of minutes. She bent over and took her sister by the shoulders, gently standing her up. Without a word, she took Hayley by the hand and led her around to the side of the bed and sat her down onto the mattress. With a gentle nudge, Kara laid Hayley back onto the bed. Gently, Kara ran her hands down Hayley's body to the inside of her knees and pushed open the legs hanging over the side of the mattress. Kara looked over at Jack, and, with a flick of her head, invited him to come over. Kara ran her fingers up through Hayley's wet folds while Jack knelt down at the side of the bed. The older sister climbed up on the bed to get out of his way and moved over to where she had put the camera and picked it back up, pointing it back at Jack and Hayley. Jack ducked his head between Hayley's thighs. When he stuck his tongue out, he slowly ran it from bottom up to the top through Hayley's burning, open lips. "Ohhhhh," she deeply moaned as his tongue ran through her. "Oh, he's good at this Hayley," Kara, barely above a whisper, said to her sister while she scooted a little closer to the pair to get more of Hayley on the camera. "Just you wait." Jack's eyes looked up at Kara and the corners of his mouth curved into a little smile, framed by Hayley's tanned thighs, as his tongue began making short, rapid little flicks over Hayley's pink little clit. "Ahh, oh god," Hayley groaned, arching her back up and then down again. It arched up again seconds later when Jack slipped a finger into her. A second finger less than a minute later threw her into the spasms of orgasm and Jack had to fight to hold her down on the bed as his tongue blew her mind wide open. She locked her thighs against the sides of his head and lurched up, grabbing his head and pulling it hard into her as her body fell back again onto the mattress. Kara leaned down to whisper in Hayley's ear as Jack pulled his head back from her quivering legs and sat there looking up Hayley's body to her heaving chest, her hard nipples rising and falling as her lungs struggled to take in enough air. "Do you still want this?" Kara whispered, her lips almost touching Hayley's earlobe. Hayley nodded enthusiastically after a brief look into her sister's eyes. "Alright," Kara said, sitting back up. She stood up on the bed, looking down on Hayley's nude, prostate body with the camera. "I want to see this. Jack?" Jack looked up at the mention of his name, pulling his attention away from it's admiring of the body of his young lover in front of him. He quickly got the idea. After another deciding look at Hayley, who was now looking down at him, too, Jack stood up. Taking his shaft in his hand, he placed the wide tip against Hayley's narrow entrance. Gently, he pushed and the head slid into her. Hayley's eyes flared and she took a deep breath of air at the sudden spreading open she had taken. "Be gentle, Jack," Kara said from above, "that monster is the first one that's ever been in there." Jack's body went rigid and paused as his head snapped up to Kara. She's a virgin?!? They didn't tell me that. "What?" "Don't worry, Jack," Kara said consolingly, "she's had sex one other time. If you want to call it that, but he was a boy. Not like you." Jack looked down at little Hayley, spread out on her back in front of him. Her eyes pleaded with him, assuring him that she wanted him to go ahead. He pushed down the issues he might have had if, at that moment, he was not already in the act and guilty of it. With his hands grasping Hayley's hips, he pushed a little more into her, slipping a few thick inches into her tight, constricting tunnel. After giving her a moment to breathe, he pushed a little further. Then, further again until she had received all of him. "Oh my god-" she gasped when the full length of his cock split her apart. "Oh my god," she mumbled again. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Kara asked, slightly concerned about any pain Hayley might be feeling. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," Hayley said, almost sounding like she was out of breath. "I'm okay. I've just-, I've never felt anything like this. Oh, it feels like I'm just completely full." "That's because you are," Kara grinned, flashing an amused look at Jack. "Oh! Oh!" Hayley chirped when Jack slowly started pulling his hips back, sliding his cock from deep inside her. About halfway, he pushed it back in and held it, again, for a moment before picking up the pace a little. Jack bent down and wrapped his lips around one of Hayley's nipples as his cock thrust back and forth inside her slowly. He brought a hand up to squeeze on her other tit. Hayley gripped the covers with her hands. "Jack, kiss me," Hayley moaned. Jack slid his lips up and Hayley pulled him down onto her, thrusting her tongue wildly into his mouth. He began moving harder inside of her, his cock stretching every inch of her slick glove as it moved back and forth. Kara sat the camera down on the bed, strategically, and slid her shorts off. Stepping around the pair fucking below her, she settled down on the other side of them and down onto the pillows at the head of the bed. She leaned back against the headboard and spread her legs open. Lightly, while she watched them, she started rubbing her hand down and side to side over her pussy. Jack looked over to Kara when Hayley let him go. She smiled at him as she sat there completely naked, a few feet beside him, playing with herself. "Not going to join in?" he asked. She shook her head silently. "Didn't figure you to take the sidelines." Kara grinned knowingly at him. Normally, that would be true. "This is Hayley's party," she stated. "Don't worry, I'll have mine." Jack grinned back at her. "Ah-" a sharp gasp from Hayley brought Jack's focus back to her. Her head was arched back with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Jack placed his hands around her bouncing thighs and held them tight as he started pounding harder and faster into her. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Hayley started chanting like a mantra as Jack pressed even harder into her. By the time his thrusts hand her body bouncing up and down on the mattress a minute later, she was screaming it. "AHHH!" the young girl yelled as Jack gave her solid, hard fucking while she came beneath him. She twisted from side to side under his hold as her body instinctively reacted. In a flash, feeling Hayley's grip on his shaft convulse and quake around it, Jack tossed her legs up onto his shoulders and squeezed her thighs together with his arms wrapped around them tightly, hugging them against him as he drove harder into her. As she came down and her loud moans and yells started to subside, Jack's toes curled in the carpet and he slammed deep in, sparking a sudden flash of thoughts. I'm not wearing a condom. Is she on birth control? Even if she was, can I cum inside her? Should I? As his balls tightened up, Jack pulled out of her. Before he could even think of aiming it elsewhere, this cock lined up between Hayley's thighs and blasted thick ropes of white up her body, landing between her breasts and down her stomach. Oh, shit. Closed Doors Ep. 06 When his body relaxed, Jack released his hold on Hayley's legs, and she let them droop back over the edge of the mattress. Jack, out of breath, looked over to Kara who had ended up on her back, her knees up in the air. Post orgasmic eyes told him she had gotten herself off watching the two of them as she rolled her head to the side and smiled at him. He sat down on the bed beside the girls and leaned back against the headboard taking in the beginnings of what had just happened. ---------------------- "Oh, god," Kara sighed a few minutes later, "I need a shower. And we've gotta get ready to go out." She rolled over towards Hayley, who had yet to move, and began tracing little circles around her exposed, mist-covered belly-button. "Feel up to moving yet, sweetie?" Jack sat up and folded his legs Indian-style, the end of his dick hanging down between his open legs, resting on the mattress. "You go ahead," he said to Kara. "I'll take care of Hayley." Kara was taken aback at that statement. She looked at Jack with a look of incomprehension, a total lack of comprehension. Kara looked down at Hayley, who was now looking over at the two of them. Hayley looked a little confused, too, not to mention her visible anxiousness about what 'take care of Hayley' meant. Kara looked back to Jack. "Alright," she said softly and climbed off the bed. She looked back one final time before she descended the stairs. Jack looked down at Hayley. She looked like a deer in headlights now that they were alone and she still had no idea what was going on. Jack smiled down at her, hoping to sooth her apprehension. He stood up beside the bed and held out his hand to her. "Come on," he said gently. Hayley sat up, looking at him a second before she placed her hand in his. She let Jack help her up off the bed and followed along behind him as he led her away into his bathroom. Jack let go of Hayley's hand and reached into the shower and turned the water on. When he turned back to her, it was obvious she was nervous, her arms jumping between wrapping around her waist and letting her hands fidget with each other. "Relax, Hayley," Jack said calmly, taking hold of her shoulders and gently kissing her forehead. He looked back into her eyes and, after a moment, saw some of the tension evaporate from them. He lowered himself down in front of her. Lightly gripping her nylon-covered calf, he lifted her leg up a little bit. Hayley placed a hand onto his shoulder for support as she slipped the black shoe from her dainty foot. Then, just as gently, he removed the other. Sliding his hands up the sides of her leg, Jack stopped when he got to the band at the top of the sheer, black stocking at her thigh and began slowly rolling it down her leg. After he got Hayley out of both of them, he stood back up and led her into the shower. All without a word. Working up a good lather in a maroon washcloth, Jack stood facing Hayley as the water poured down over her body from the showerhead behind her. Starting at her shoulder, he softly started running the washcloth down her arm, washing her. Hayley stared up at his face as he worked, his eyes concentrated on his efforts following the washcloth as it moved around her golden skin. He didn't look at her eyes. Just silently worked. When Jack ran the washcloth across the top of her chest and over to the other arm, Hayley finally broke the silence between them. "Jack?" she asked in a whisper. "Hmm?" Jack replied, not breaking his concentration. "What's going on?" Again, a hushed whisper. "I'm cleaning you up." Hayley was quiet for a moment. "You think I'm dirty?" she asked meekly. Her insinuation was clear. Jack's hand stopped and he finally raised his head and looked into her eyes. "No," he sighed, "you're not dirty." He was quiet for a second. "I wanted to make sure you were alright." "Alright?" "Yeah. After everything." "Are you? Alright?" Hayley wondered. "Only if you are," Jack answered, starting to move his hands again. Washing lightly around and over her glistening breasts like they were fragile and would break if he pressed too hard. "Is it because of Kara telling you that about me? That I'd never had sex before?" Jack smiled at her momentarily as he glanced up at her eyes before returning his attention to his hands at her stomach and around her sides. "Well, there is that." "I wish she hadn't told you that," Hayley said with a sigh. "But, even if you hadn't been a virgin," Jack added, now running his hands behind her and down over her ass. His fingers lightly pressed into her supple flesh as they moved over the cheeks, "what we did was something different...new." "Yeah," Hayley agreed softly. "Are you okay about that? It happening? I mean, Kara didn't talk you or push you into it or anything?" Hayley was surprised that Jack had asked that. She braced her hand around Jack's shoulders, gripping the back of his neck for balance as he lifted her right leg by the knee and began running the washcloth over her thigh. "No, she didn't. I kinda talked myself into it. We were talking about her having sex with you, and with everything that's happened, and being down here like we are, I realized that I wanted to go ahead and take the opportunity." "Other leg," Jack directed, and Hayley switched the leg he held. "And Kara didn't have anything to do with it? She can be, well, persuasive." "No," Hayley replied, "she just kinda helped to make it happen. I mean, I never could have started anything on my own. Way too nervous." Jack smiled at her again. "What about you?" Hayley asked him. "I mean, I know you're a guy and everything, but I am your little sister. Are you okay with what we did?" "It seemed a little weird," Jack confessed. He hung the washcloth up on the rack in the wall and began directing the water down over different parts of her with his hands to rinse away the suds. "But, I don't know, in a way, it all just seemed to - fit." Hayley smiled real big up at Jack after he said that. She lifted up on her toes and gave a quick kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Jack." "For what?" he asked, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist. "For being so nice. Doing all this," she looked around the shower, "for me. Making sure I was okay. It means a lot." "Well, that's the easy part." Hayley grabbed the washcloth and started washing Jack's body. "So what now?" "What do you mean?" "Well," Hayley began shyly, "was that the, um, only time?" Jack looked down at her, a little surprise, then he grinned. "Well, we are here for a few more days. I guess." Hayley looked up and smiled at him, quickly returning back to her attention to washing him. "But it can only be while we're here," Jack declared, "and no one can ever find out besides the three of us. I don't think many would get it. So you have to promise to keep this whole, weird week to yourself." Hayley nodded. "Don't worry, Jack. It's not like I want to get married or anything. It was just...fun." Hayley's hand reached right above Jack's deflated penis as he inched the washcloth down his body, and she hesitated. Looking up at his face, Hayley nervously bit her lip. Then she started giggling at her trepidation, which got Jack laughing. Hayley resumed after the tension of the moment was broken, wrapping the washcloth in her hand around it and cleaning her juices off of him. ----------------------- "What are you doing?" Hayley asked, stepping out of her bedroom. She had put on a pair of tight black leather pants, and a brilliant blue tube top that shimmered under the light as it contoured around her petite breasts and her toned stomach. She stood about two inches taller because of the black platform heels she had decided on. Jack turned his head to look over the back of the couch, where he was sitting, a paper notebook on his lap with over half a page of written words produced to this point. Good god, look at her. "A letter," he answered. "A letter? To who?" "Zooey," he answered reluctantly, hesitantly, figuring his little sister's probable response. "A love letter?" Hayley giggled, with an excited squeal, verifying the accuracy of Jack's prediction. He sighed. "She's leaving tomorrow. And she said she might stop by before she does. But, since I might not be here, because I have to drive to Miami, I wanted to be able to say goodbye." "Aww," Hayley cooed teasingly, "that is sooo sweet." "Shut up," Jack scoffed, turning back to face away from her and get back to his letter. Kara poked her head out of the bathroom. "What's going on out here?" she asked, having heard the bit of commotion through the closed door while she was getting ready. "Jack's writing a love letter!" Hayley immediately informed her, giggling with delight as she did. "Really?" Kara teased, drawing out the one-word, mainly rhetorical question. She stepped over to the back of the couch and tried to peer over Jack's shoulder. "'Zooey'," she read out loud, "'I'm very sorry that I couldn't be here to say goodbye...'". "Alright," Jack cut her off, slight annoyance in his tone. He quickly stood up and headed up the stairs to the loft, the giggles and less-than-heartfelt apologies from the girls receding behind him. ---------------------- Jack smiled as Kara emerged from the bathroom a little later, all decked out to go to the club in a short, white mini-skirt and a red halter top. "Aren't you worried that your tits might slip out of that thing?" he asked, referring to the panels of fabric that barely covered her as they reached up and around to the back of her neck. "Not really," Kara replied casually. "Besides, on the inside there is a spandex layer, or something, that clings around them. See?" She pulled one to the side and flipped it inside out to show him the stretchy layer she was talking about. It took Jack second to take his eyes off of her exposed tit to actually look at the fabric. He was thinking about the bet they had made. "Hey," he whispered over to Hayley, "watch this." Kara walked to the fridge and pulled herself out a Corona, as well she pulled the chilled tequila bottle from the freezer and brought both to the kitchen island. "Shots before we go?" she asked the room. "Sure," Hayley nodded. "Of course," Jack replied, a devious smile on his face. "What?" Kara asked him, picking up on the smile. She placed six shot glasses out on the countertop. "Nothing," Jack replied innocently. He sat down on one of the stools. Hayley sat beside him. While Kara's attention was diverted to filling the shot glasses with tequila, Jack nudged Hayley with his elbow and motioned down to his hand, which was out of view below the countertop. Hayley looked down and saw what looked like a car alarm remote on the keyring he was holding. Jack looked back up at her and grinned. Then, Hayley got it, grinning back at him conspiratorially. Jack held down a red button on the remote. Immediately, Kara's eyes rolled in her head. She closed them and slapped her hand down on the countertop as the toy in her panties sprang to life against her clit. "Ohhh," she moaned, drawn out into, "son of a bitch!" Jack let go of the button and smiled at Kara as her eyes eased open and immediately shot to him. "Just checking," Jack smiled. "You're a bastard, Jack," Kara smiled back. Just you wait, Jack. I will get you. ------------------------ There was a bit of a line stretching along the sidewalk outside of the club. As massive bass lines from the hip-hop inside vibrated out through the red brick walls into the cool tropical night breeze, a vertical neon sign, hanging from above the entrance all the way up to the roof, with a neon parrot perched on top extolled the name of the club to everyone for blocks up and down the straight avenue, busy with the traffic of partiers. 'The Grotto' it said in blue and white neon against a black background. Jack, Kara and Hayley stood in line for about five minutes before they got up to the giant black bouncer guarding the entrance. All the while, Kara kept getting extended stares from most of the guys she came in view of. All looking at her like they knew her from somewhere, but just couldn't quite remember where. The bouncer, though, did remember where he knew her from. Albeit after a moment of silent staring and the look of weirded shock as if she was the last thing he ever expected to see in his life. "Are you - Kara?" he said in a hushed voice as he leaned in towards her. Kara smiled and nodded. Jack could see, in the reflection of the mirrored double doors, the line behind them inching a little closer to them, forming a little semi-circle to see what the scary-looking, three hundred pound black guy was whispering. "2006?" the bouncer asked. Kara smiled and nodded again. The imposing bouncer melded into a cuddly teddy bear when he brought out a bright, white smile. He ripped a page from his clipboard and flipped it over to the blank backside. "I'd be grateful, ma'am, if I could get your autograph," he said in a normal volume bass, and a New Orleans accent. "What's your name, big guy?" Kara grinned sweetly, taking the clipboard and pen. "Willie," he replied. She wrote a flirty little sentence, signed her name, adding below it 'Playmate of the Year 2006' and a quick little drawing of the Playboy Bunny. Above it, she placed a kiss, leaving her pink lipstick imprint on the paper. "And I'll do you one better, Willie," Kara offered, handing his things back. "You got a camera on your phone?" Willie nodded and pulled out his phone. Kara took it from him. "Here, Jack," she said to her brother, handing the phone to him. "Take a picture of me and Willie." Jack aimed the camera lens at them. While they were getting into position, he took the opportunity to glance again at the mirrored doors. The semi-circle was now a crowd. Kara snuggled up against Willie's side, wrapping an arm around the front of his broad mid-section and he put an arm around her shoulders. Jack took the picture and handed the phone back to the bouncer. Willie clicked the button on his headset as Kara took a step back from him. "Hey Mark?" he said into the microphone, "can you come out here and escort a few of our guests back to the private booths?" "Aww, thanks you big teddy bear," Kara smiled, raising up to kiss him on the cheek. Mark arrived, holding the door open for the trio to enter. As Hayley passed by Willie, Kara looked at her and raised her eyebrows, silently saying "Well?". Hayley understood. She stepped back to the big bouncer and gave him a kiss on the cheek too. "Thank you, Willie," she said to him in a sweet voice. "You're welcome. It's my pleasure. Now, y'all have a good time," he replied with his brightest smile. Jack just gave him a respectful nod as he passed by. When the next two people in line came up to Willie, a guy asked the bouncer, "Who was that?" Willie looked at him like the guy had to be a little slow in the head. "Man, that's Kara Bennett," he said, like he was talking to a child, "she was Playmate of the Year a couple of years ago." "Really..." the guy trailed off. He leaned sideways and looked around Omar to the door, as if he could look through it to inside the club where the Playmate was. His girlfriend, however, standing beside him, didn't find his interest too amusing. She whacked him on the arm, causing him to stumble and stagger to catch his balance before he finally fell to the sidewalk a few feet away from the line. The line, in turn, began laughing at him. ------------------------- About halfway through the movie, and halfway through a fifth pitcher of daquiris, came the moment that Stacy Marie had planned for. On screen Sarah Michelle Gellar was telling Selma Blair how to kiss. And then she demonstrated. While the girl-on-girl kiss was happening on the screen in front of them, Stacy Marie asked, in the most spontaneous and not pre-planned tone she could, "Ebb, can I ask you something?" "Sure," Debbie replied quietly, slowly turning her eyes from the screen to Stacy beside her. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Debbie was surprised for a few moments, but the surprise then melted into a diverted-eyes, slightly embarrassed look as she admitted, "Yeah. Sort of." Stacy Marie feigned a look of excited shock as she grabbed the VCR remote and paused the movie, while surreptitiously activating the app on her Blackberry that set the hidden camera in the VCR to recording. "Wait, really? What do you mean 'sort of'?" Debbie took a gulp of her frozen mixed drink. "At the party the other night, in the middle of everything, I kinda made out with Jack's sister." For clarification, she added, "Kara." "Wow, Ebb," Stacy Marie spoke with surprised wonder. "That's wild." "Have you? Ever done it?" Debbie asked, hoping Stacy would say yes so that she could stop feeling so awkward and embarrassed about just having admitted what she did. Stacy Marie shook her head slightly. "No, not really. Not like kiss-kiss. It's never come up, I guess," she explained, ending with a slight hint of suggestion calculated to get Debbie thinking about 'coming up' without realizing that Stacy was putting forward the idea that the moment was now going to, very immediately, be coming up. They stared at each other as a tension began to permeate the air between them. Debbie realized that something was about to happen, Stacy Marie knew what she was going to make happen. Both just waited to see who was going to be the first to move. Stacy Marie began slowly, inch by inch, leaning in towards Debbie. Moments after she saw her begin to move, Debbie started moving in, too. They paused a moment, their lips an inch apart. Hot breath exchanged between them, while, with open eyes, they stared into the other's before this line was crossed. Stacy recognized Debbie's nervousness and the corners of her mouth curled up into a slightly amused smile. "Ebb..." she spoke softly. Debbie's eyes flashed a little sparkle that Stacy picked up on when she used the private little nickname. She closed her eyes and placed her lips onto Debbie's. Is she really so lonely that she'll take anyone? How sad that is. A few seconds after the moment of contact, their lips and mouth started working along side the other's. It wasn't long before Stacy's tongue searched out, seeking, then intertwining gently with Debbie's. Stacy let a tiny giggle out when she felt Debbie's anxiety float away and she placed a hand on Stacy's cheek. In return, Stacy ran a hand up through the soft blonde locks along the side of Debbie's face and back around her neck. After a minute or so, they slowly broke apart, smiling at each other. This little naughty act they just shared now a physical connection between them. Even if that was all it was ever going to consist of. But it wasn't going to stop at just that kiss. The way they stole glances at each other, quickly looked away smiling when the other saw the glance and giggled revealed the enjoyment that had been obtained through the little contact. "That wasn't so bad," Stacy Marie grinned as Debbie took the rest of her drink in. "I kinda liked it." That made Debbie giggle. Stacy Marie leaned back in and they were back into another kiss. Actually, to her own surprise, Stacy Marie found she did like it. It wasn't just going through the motions to just advance a plan. She found that she was actually getting turned on by their kisses. To further test the waters, not wanting to scare her away, Stacy Marie slowly let her hand slip up onto Debbie's knee. She waited a few moments for a reaction and when it didn't come, the hand moved further up onto Debbie's thigh. Stacy Marie though she felt her partner's tongue get a little more active against her own. Taking it as a positive, the hand moved up even more, first to Debbie's hip, then her waist and, ultimately, up to a slight caress of the side of Debbie's full, round tit. Closed Doors Ep. 06 Stacy Marie hadn't even noticed that during her route up Debbie's body, one of Debbie's hands had landed onto one of Stacy's thighs until she felt Debbie's grip squeeze her slightly as Stacy's hand made it to the breast it was now cupping. Once she did notice, however, she began caressing the mound more intensely, kneading it through the layers of a t-shirt and a bra. Stacy Marie brought both of her hands to Debbie's waist, getting a grip on each side of the t-shirt. She broke the kiss, and rested her forehead against Debbie's while they looked, albeit blurrily, into the other's eyes. "Have you ever done this?" Stacy asked in a breathy whisper. Debbie, with her warming, misted forehead against Stacy's, shook her head slightly. "Do you not want to?" Stacy asked, in particular phrasing. Again, in a whisper. And while Debbie didn't really reply, the look in her eyes told Stacy that she could proceed if she wanted. --------------------- "What can I get for you?" asked the Drink Girl. Her hair was a deep auburn streaked with blonde highlights, coming down in a sculpted bob ending just above her shoulders. Wearing short, white shorts and a red and white Hawaiian floral print bikini top, her thin five-foot body was about the same shade of tan as Hayley's, though slightly darker. "Uh," Kara started, looking at Jack and Hayley, "we'll take a Corona for Jack, and two sex on the beach's." She looked again at her brother and sister to make sure the order was alright. It was. "Oh, and a bottle of Cuervo - gold - and three shot glasses." "Be right back," the Drink Girl smiled cherrily. She turned and bounded away towards the bar. "I like that outfit she had on," Kara said after the girl had left. "I could work in that." "Ha," Jack chuckled, "I never had a doubt." Kara snapped her hand across the table and playfully smacked his. "Wow, look at this table," Hayley gushed, running her hands over it. The half-moon table was a highly polished mahogany with slats of cherry embedded in it to form a sunburst pattern flowing back towards the semi-circular booth from the middle of the flat edge. The booth was upholstered with a lush, dark blue velvet, embroidered around the edges in gold threads. This private, VIP area was sealed off from the main club by a one-way mirrored glass door. They could see out, viewing the dance floor, but no one outside could see in. And though they could feel the vibrations of the bass in the music, it was relatively quiet in this sealed room. Music that the DJ was playing was piped in at lower volume through two speakers mounted up in the mirrored ceiling. The place seemed to have a taste for extravagance, and mirrors. "Yeah," Jack said, his head turning to take in the room. "I guess we owe you, Kara. So...thanks for being willing to let millions of people see you naked." He grinned at her teasingly. Kara giggled a little. "Yeah," she said, "no problem." The Drink Girl returned with a tray holding their drinks. She handed them out to everyone, leaving the tequila and shot glasses in the middle of the table. Jack decided this would be a good moment to have some fun. Making it seem not too obvious, he reached into his pocket while Kara was discussing something with the girl, and pulled out the little remote control. The drink girl smiled at everyone and turned to leave. Jack hit the button and Kara let out a sharp, muted grunt, slapping her hands down on the table as the little bug buzzed against her clit. The Drink Girl turned around at the sounds. She looked at Kara. "Is she okay?" she asked. Jack let go of the button and Kara eased up. "Yeah, she's fine," he replied with a sly look on his face. The girl nodded and left. "Jack! You asshole!" Kara yelled, pelting him with a barrage of slaps as he rolled with laughter. She managed to grab the remote from his hand. Frustrated, she ended up tossing it onto the table in front of her. "Fuck!" she declared, "now I gotta pee." She got up and walked out of the private room. Jack reached and took back the remote that Kara had left on the table. He looked at Hayley and grinned conspiratorially as he slipped it back into his pocket. Hayley giggled at him and started sipping on her drink. It was nearly twenty minutes before Kara came back. "God!" she sighed, plopping down into the booth. She grabbed her drink and started chugging it. "Where'd you go?" Jack asked, sipping his beer, "back to the cabana?" "I got mobbed by a group of guys who realized who I was," Kara explained. "I had to spend ten minutes breaking it to each of them that just because they found me out in public didn't mean that they would get to fuck me. Some guys can be such dicks." Jack let out an amused snort. "Pitfalls of celebrity, I guess." Kara looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Fuck you, Jack." She looked at the tequila. "Shots?" Hayley and Jack nodded. Two successive shots later, the song playing changed to the instantly recognizable synth opening of 'Yeah'. "Ooh! Usher!" Hayley chirped. "I love this song!" "Well, come on then," Kara said, scooting to the outer edge of the booth. "Let's shake our shit, girl." Hayley got excited and began getting up. As they reached the door, Hayley turned to look back at Jack, who hadn't moved an inch, one arm slung up around the top edge of the cushioned booth. "Jack?" she asked, wondering if he was coming with them. Jack shook his head. "I don't really dance." Hayley started to say something when Kara interrupted her. "Suit yourself," the older one said. "Come on, Hayley." Jack watched the girls as they left. Through the one-way glass of the door, he kept his sights on them as they strutted into the crowd of people on the dance floor, bathed in a cloud of colored, flashing and rotating lights. ----------------------- Hayley stood beside Kara at the bar while they waited on the bartender to fix their drinks. Kara reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny paper envelope. "What's that?" Hayley asked. "Getting back at Jack for torturing me with this damn bet," she answered, the devious smile was now on her face. The bartender arrived with the three mixed drinks. Kara asked him for something she could stir a drink with. He looked at her questioningly, but handed her a glass rod that she could use. Kara opened the flap on the envelope and tipped it's powdery contents into one of the glasses and went about stirring it into the drink. "Wait," the bartender interrupted, an uneasy tone in his voice, "what are you doing? What is that?" Kara smiled up at him. "Viagra," she said, as if he would understand. The bartender smiled and shook his head. He did understand. At least as far as what it was for. Kara handed him back the stirring rod, and the girls picked up their drinks and headed back to Jack waiting at the table. "What are you doing?" Hayley asked her sister. "Making sure that Jack can last. I stole a few of Dad's pills that I found. And I crushed them up. He's gonna pay for teasing me. He's gonna pay all night long." Hayley giggled. Kara quickly hushed her up as they got within range of Jack. She didn't want him suspecting a thing. ------------------------- Stacy Marie started pulling up Debbie's t-shirt, and as she slipped the bottom of it up above Debbie's emerald green, silk bra, the girl who was being stripped raised her arms up above her head to let Stacy take it off of her. After she had tossed the shirt aside, Stacy Marie planted her lips back onto Debbie's while her hand slid on top of the smooth bra and resumed it's caress. Stacy was pleased to realize that Debbie was getting turned on too, proof coming when her thumb grazed over a hard nipple poking out against the smooth, thin fabric of the brassiere. Not really thinking about why, Stacy Marie was over come suddenly with the desire to touch it. Her hand slipped up under the bra, shoving it up and off of the tit that it had been holding. The firm, fleshy globe felt smooth and malleable under her touch. It was different than her own. The feel of touching it much more arousing to her than touching her own, even during sex, ever really was. She brought her other hand up to the second breast to match the ministrations she was perpetrating on the first. Once both of her breasts were uncovered, and the bra was just sitting idly by above them, Debbie reached behind her, unclasped it and took it off. When she felt Stacy's lips leave hers and slide down to the bare skin still under caress, Debbie's arms cradled the younger blonde's head, holding it into her. She moaned as the moist tongue ran across the sensitive, chocolate nipple before lips enveloped it, pulling it inside an even more moist, and warm, mouth. Stacy Marie, after a few minutes, sat back from Debbie. Her hard nipples visible, poking her thin shirt out. She swiftly pulled the shirt off, baring her chest to Debbie. Stacy hadn't been wearing a bra. Debbie smiled and giggled as her hands leapt up to caress the milky white breasts that were a little smaller than her own. Over the next ten minutes, between periods of passionate, tongue-heavy kisses, Debbie had been stripped of her pajama pants, and Stacy Marie had slipped out of her shorts. Stacy Marie, with a gentle push, laid Debbie back on the couch. Her hand slid up Debbie's smooth, toned thigh and massaged firmly the fleshy mound under the matching emerald panties that still covered it. A couple of fingers slipped under the panties and pulled them to the side, holding them there, revealing the wet valley beneath. The other hand joined in, slipping fingers down into the moistness. As Stacy Marie got her opened up, Debbie lifted her ass up a little and began to push her panties off, which Stacy Marie took over doing. Once off, Debbie quickly found a head between her thighs and a tongue running through her puffy, heated lips. She couldn't control the automatic lurch her body did as the tip of the probing tongue brushed over her swollen, extra-sensitive clit. Her hands roving, searching for any place to go, Debbie ended up squeezing them into and around her heaving breasts, fingers matching with a rhythm over her nipples that the tongue between her legs was playing on her more sensitive parts. Stacy Marie could tell when Debbie's hips started moving more intently around her tongue and against her finger. She knew it wouldn't be long before Debbie went supernova. Wondering how quickly, and intensely, she might be able to make it happen, she came up with a strategy. As she slipped her tongue deep into Debbie, her hand began a rapid assault, flitting across the well-lubricated button poking out from under it's hood of thin cover. The result was immediate. Debbie's body involuntarily leapt straight up off the couch as she let out a loud, sharp yelp that signaled the fireworks that blasted away inside of her. It took nearly a minute for her muscles to relax enough for her to melt back down onto the couch. She hungrily pulled Stacy Marie up on top of her and locked their mouths together. Lying on top of Debbie, Stacy Marie let her legs fall to intertwine with Debbie's and softly stroked her thigh against the wet, relaxing pussy under her. At the same time, since the position placed her in a straddling position over one of Debbie's thighs, she started grinding her soaked panties and the aroused flesh they contained down against it. "Are you okay, Ebb?" Stacy Marie whispered soothingly as she rested on top of the older girl, catching her breath underneath. Debbie blushed with a grin and nodded her head. "Yeah," she chuckled. "I just can't believe we're doing this." Stacy Marie smiled at her and gave her a light kiss. "Kind of fun, isn't it?" Debbie blushed more, smiled again and gave another nod as she ran her hand down Stacy Marie's back to her ass and back up again. "We're going to have to move a little to get those off," she whispered. The comment received a naughty smile. Stacy Marie climbed off of Debbie after a moment and stood up in front of the couch. Debbie sat up and positioned the younger blonde in front of her, facing her. Debbie slid the red thong Stacy Marie was wearing down her legs to the floor. She looked back up at Stacy's face, a little nervous, but committed to doing what it was she was getting ready to do. Stacy smiled down at her and ran a hand over Debbie's head, gently petting her. Debbie smiled, reassured, leaned her head forward, and slid her tongue through the bottom of the inch-wide strip of sandy blonde curls to split Stacy's slit open. Stacy Marie braced her hands around Debbie's head as she lifted a foot from the floor. Lifting a leg up, she planted the foot up onto the seat of the couch, greatly opening up access for Debbie's roving tongue. Debbie slipped down to the floor on her knees, between Stacy's spread legs and slid her fingers and tongue up into the apex between the thighs. As Debbie's seemingly expert stimulation quickly got Stacy Marie on her way to a burning orgasm, Stacy's hips began rolling her pussy against Debbie's face while Stacy's hands held Debbie's head, not allowing it any chance of escape. There was something different about the feeling churning around inside her now, though. Stacy didn't know if it was because it was a girl or what, but it was different. An unscratchable, intensifying itch that, when it finally erupted inside of her over Debbie's relentless tongue, it unleashed a flurry of muscle contractions and relaxations that forced her hard down onto her back on the floor in front of Debbie. Debbie didn't mess a beat as he stood up on her knees and bent her torso between Stacy's bended knees, forcing them apart. She flashed her hand to Stacy Marie's swollen, wet lips and rubbed them and the nub buried in them through the orgasm. Stacy Marie's hips lifted off the floor as she came harder, her hips thrusting up and down in the air under Debbie's frantic fingers. Finally, with a deep, heavy sigh, Stacy Marie relaxed back onto the floor. Debbie sat back, watching the young girl haze in her bliss. ----------------------- Jack sat in the little VIP room and the Drink Girl brought him another Corona and left. He watched the Hayley and Kara out on the dance floor, every once in a while taking the opportunity to glance at various other girls who came across his sight line. His sisters were teaming up, dancing around some white Rastafarian-looking guy with dreadlocks. Jack felt the phone in his pocket buzz against his leg and pulled it out. There was a text message. Hey. What are you into tonight? Jack smiled. It's Zooey. He replied back: The girls dragged me out to a club. You? Jack waited for the next message to arrive. He looked out at the girls. Rasta-guy had left. They were now just out on the dance floor dancing around each other. A small gaggle of guys beginning to form a spectator's area to watch them. A minute later, his phone chirped again. Laying in bed. Everyone went to sleep. I thought about you. Having fun at the club? Jack looked back at the girls. Now, they were face to face, grinding around on each other. The gaggle had become a small crowd of guys with their tongues hanging out. Yeah, I'm having some fun. He reached in his pocket and found the remote, pressing down the button. He watched with a tickled grin as out of the blue, Kara's hands snapped up to grab Hayley's face, pulling it to her as she shoved her tongue down Hayley's throat. Jack laughed because it had caught Hayley by surprise and she stumbled, barely managing not to topple to the floor. Yeah. Messing with Kara. She lost a bet. Sure you can't come out? I'd come get you. Another minute and the reply came: I can't. Besides, I wouldn't want to impose. You're out with your sisters. It's family. Jack typed back: No imposition. They love you. Besides, maybe I might kinda want to see you. The girls came back to the booth as he sent the message. Kara started slapping him hard in a series of hits while Hayley sat down, out of breath, and took a few unbroken sips of her drink. She downed half of the glass before she stopped to take a breath. She started pouring a round of shots when she got her breathing back under control. "You're a fucker, Jack," Kara commented, also out of breath, before she took her glass and downed half of it. Jack laughed a hearty laugh. Kara smacked him again. The phone in his hand chirped with another message: Sorry, this will have to do. J "Who's that?" Kara asked before downing her shot. "Zooey," Jack answered, picking up his shot glass, though his concentration was focused on that cryptic text. He downed the shot. "She started texting me a few minutes ago." Then his phone quickly chirped again. A file this time. He opened it. On the screen of his iPhone was a picture of Zooey, just taken. She was laying on her bed, on her side, facing the camera on her phone, which she had to have set up a few feet away from her bed. Her lips blew a kiss at him, and a tiny pink t-shirt strained to hold her massive, spherical, unbound breasts. Light blue panties covered her, but long, bronzed legs stretched out to the end of the frame. Jack held up the phone for the girls to see. "Nice," Kara commented with admiration. "Wow," Hayley said in awe, grabbing the phone from him and looking closely at the picture. "She is gorgeous." Jack smiled at his sisters' reactions to his new romantic interest. Hayley handed the phone back to him. He sent a message back: Yes, that will do - for now. Will I See you - in person - tomorrow? "You're a lucky guy, Jack," Kara said. She noticed a bulge forming in his shorts. Though it was possible, even extremely likely, that it was the picture that had sparked it, Kara smiled. It's not going anywhere now, Jack. Let's see how you like constant arousal. You've been fucking with me all night. Jack received a final message: Yes. I promise. Goodnight. J "Well," Kara sighed, with purpose. She looked at Hayley, and then Jack. "You kids ready to go?" -------------------- Yeah, that'll work just fine. Stacy Marie set her Blackberry down on the coffee table after the video ended. She looked down the hallway. She's been in there for a while. Debbie had gone to take a shower a little while after their encounter. Stacy Marie slid back into her panties and pulled her flimsy shirt off the couch and back on as she stood. She went down the hall to Debbie's room to see what was going on. Knocking lightly on her door, Stacy called out tentatively, "Debbie?" When no response came, she eased the door open to find the room empty. Where is she? The sound of a little water splashing lightly made Stacy look towards Debbie's private bathroom. The door was open and the light was on. She stepped slowly over to it. Easing her head around the inside of the doorframe, Stacy Marie looked in and found Debbie soaking in a bubble bath. "There you are," Stacy said, producing a sweet mile with it. Debbie looked up. "Hey," she smiled back lightly. "I was wondering what happened to you." "I decided on a bath." "I can see that," Stacy Marie observed. Then she got a slightly more serious look on her face. "Are you okay, Ebb?" Debbie looked at her for a moment with her head tilted slightly to the side. She nodded. "Are you sure?" Stacy asked, stepping into the bathroom now. "Yeah," Debbie said. "I was just thinking about things." That kind of worried Stacy Marie a little. Oh no, please don't tell me I just fucked everything up. She sat down on the rim of the porcelain bathtub, looking down at Debbie, urging her to continue. "I never did that before," Debbie confessed. "I mean, there was that thing with Kara, but that was just kissing really." "It was my first time, too," Stacy told her. Closed Doors Ep. 06 "I guess..." Debbie looked uncomfortable, searching around for words and courage. "I guess I never thought about it before. And it kind of just threw me." Stacy Marie got that worried look again. "It threw me," Debbie continued anxiously, avoiding Stacy Marie's eyes, "when I realized that I liked it as much as I did." Stacy Marie smiled down at her as her hand lifted Debbie's chin to meet her eyes. "Ebb, I liked it, too." Debbie finally smiled, relieved. "But what does that mean? I mean, there's you and Jon. Then, what about boys? I still like them. And then there's you." She blushed. Stacy Marie bent down and kissed Debbie. Debbie relaxed into Stacy's mouth. Stacy Marie pulled back a little bit, "Nothing's changed except me and you. And I don't really see how that should affect anything else. At least, not any time soon. We can figure it all out when it's necessary." Keep the plan on track. Debbie smiled and nodded her acceptance of Stacy's way of looking at it. "Good," Stacy replied. She bent back down to a hair's breath of Debbie's lips and stopped. "Now, I was thinking: We still have a little time before your brother gets back. What should we do?" Then she pushed into Debbie's lips. As their tongues came out to play, Stacy Marie suddenly lost balance and dropped over into the water. The girls started laughing at the accident. Stacy Marie leaned back and peeled her wet shirt off. She went back into the kiss, settling her body on top of Debbie's, who opened her legs to accommodate her. Stacy could feel Debbie's hands under the water moving to ease Stacy's panties off. --------------------- Kara spun around on Jack as soon as he walked through the door behind her. She threw him back against the door and shoved her tongue into his off-balanced mouth while she frantically began undoing his pants. She fumbled with the zipper because his Viagra-induced erection was making it more difficult to slide the tab down than it should have been. Whey Hayley heard the thud of Jack's body against the front door to their cabana, she turned her head back towards him. Amused at the ferocity of Kara's attack on him, Hayley kicked her shoes off before walking up behind her sister. Kara didn't seem to notice, or at least she made no reaction, when Hayley began undoing the zipper on the back of Kara's miniskirt. The chaotic wiggling of Kara's hips as her body attacked Jack's helped Hayley when she started sliding the loosened skirt off. It was then that it occurred to her what it was she had just automatically started doing, assisting her older sister, in the moment, capitalize on her lust for Jack. As if offering an explanation, Hayley's brain released a fluttering wave reminding her of the drinks she had had at the club. Hayley grinned to herself at the absurdity of it all, and kept on undressing Kara. Kara roughly shoved the shorts down off of Jack's hips when she had gotten them undone, and Jack's exposed hardness stood like a rocket, pressed between their squirming bodies, still locked into a wild kiss, probing tongues battling for supremacy. Feeling Hayley behind her, sliding her black, G-string panties down, Kara reached down between her legs and tossed the remote controlled torture device to the floor. And as soon as she was free of the bonds of the flimsy underwear, she hopped up onto Jack, gripping his waist with her thighs while she shoved herself down onto his cock. Staggering under the change in balance Kara's sudden leap had caused, Jack pushed off from the door and turned, pressing Kara back against it. He was as turned on right now as she was, though he had no idea of the full understanding of why, not that he considered that there might be anything more to it than there generally might have been. He started slamming his cock rapidly and forcefully into the ravishing blonde and Kara wrapped her legs around him. She stretched her arms out along the sides of the doorframe to stabilize herself under Jack's penetrating onslaught. With his shorts resting on the floor around his ankles, Jack fucked her with a need and a hunger he had physically never felt before. Hayley stepped up behind Jack's exercising body and reached her arms around him. She grabbed the tie of Kara's red halter, behind her neck, and undid it. The flaps of material fell instantly, uncovering Kara's bouncing globes. Hayley reached a hand to each and squeezed them. They jiggled beneath her palms. "Oh, shit, yeah," Kara grunted through gritted teeth. "Oh fuck. Yeah, Jack, fuck me. Harder. OH!" As she yelped her body wrapped it's arms tightly around Jack's shoulders and her legs tightened around his waist as she clung solely to him. He moved his hands down to cup her ass, lifting it up and down on his shaft as he gave little extra pushes each time he buried himself. "OH! HARDER!" Kara squealed. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck my pussy hard. Oh, SHIT! HERE IT IS!" As she squeezed him tightly for about half a minute, and then relaxed her grip to hang from him, Jack turned and carried her over to the dining room table and sat her down on it. "Oh, god, that was good," Kara moaned as she settled onto the tabletop. Jack's long shaft slipped from her. Hayley saw and kneeled down, glancing up at Jack's face, in a moment of pause, with a grin, before she licked around the tip of it before sliding it into her mouth. While Hayley was occupying Jack, Kara slipped down off the table and turned, bending over it with her ass to Jack. After a minute or so of Hayley milking his cock with her mouth, Jack took it in hand and slid himself back into Kara's waiting pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and started fucking into her in a moderate, less rushed, solid pace. Hayley took a few steps away over to the back of the couch. Jack watched Hayley as she began to unbutton her pants. When she started to slide her zipper open, Hayley glanced up, catching his stare, and smiled a sly grin at him. She slowly worked the pants down her legs and seductively slipped her feet out of them. When she started to take her blue panties off, Jack stopped her. "Wait," he said. He looked at his younger sister. The brilliant blue of her smooth tube top ended just above the top of her panties, leaving an inch wide band of bare skin between them. They perfectly matched the shiny blue of her sheer panties. Combined with her latte colored skin and her blonde tresses, she looked like a picture from a magazine. "Don't take anything else off," Jack commanded playfully. When she looked at him with a wondering squint, he winked at her. She smiled a shy, flattered smile and skipped back over to the two of them. Kara invited her with a flick of her head and Hayley crawled up onto the wooden table and scooted herself up to Kara's face, spreading her legs apart. Kara pulled the panties to the side, dipped her head down and dove her tongue into Hayley's swollen folds. ------------------- Stacy Marie was in twilight sleep, laying on top of the covers of Sully's bed in a black silk nightie that barely reached far enough down to cover her ass. She stirred awake when she heard him come in. "Hey there," she smiled sleepily. "Hey sexy," Sully replied, "god you Fuckin' look hot in that." Stacy Marie smiled and sat up on her hip, folding her legs back under her. "Oh, yeah?" "Oh yeah." Sully went over to her and kissed her before he went and sat down at his desk and started to roll a joint. "How was your night with Debbie? You guys have any fun?" "Oh, I guess you could say that," Stacy Marie said cryptically from the bed. She grabbed her Blackberry from the nightstand and slipped off the bed. As she walked over to Sully, she cued up her file. "You want to see?" Sully stopped working with the pot and spun around from the desk to face her. "What do you mean?" "I could show you," she explained mysteriously, with a sly curl of the lips. "Alright," Sully said slowly, not really understanding it all. By the way she was behaving, though, he figured that he probably should see what it was. Stacy hit a button and handed the phone to him. He looked at the screen and saw the beginning of the video. "Yeah, so, it's you and Debbie talking." "Just keep watching," Stacy said as she lowered herself down to the floor in front of him and rested on her knees. "Oh," came Sully's reaction, with raised eyebrows a minute later. "That's you two kissing. Fuck." He looked away from the Blackberry and down at her. She just smiled up at him. "Just keep watching," she said. And he went back to looking at the video. He didn't even bother to ask how she had gotten it. Stacy Marie watched as a bulge grew in his shorts. She started undoing his shorts. She pulled them down, and his boxers, to uncover his hard erection. "Oh fuck!" Sully exclaimed. It must be at the part where we started fucking. Good. Now, to get him to equate it all.... Stacy Marie gripped the shaft of his cock and jammed her mouth down over the head. As fast and hard as she could, Stacy's head bobbed up and down the top half of Sully's cock while her hand jerked up and down the bottom half. She was going to make him cum, quick. She wanted him to cum as he watched his sister cum in the video. "Oh SHIT!" Sully grunted five minutes later, dropping the phone on the floor as he erupted a torrent of cream into Stacy Marie's mouth. With him still in her mouth, and her still milking everything out of him, Stacy Marie threw her gaze to the floor and peered at the screen on the phone. It was at the part where she was laying on top of Debbie right after Stacy had made her cum on her tongue. Perfect. -------------------------- "OH FUCK!" Kara screamed as she came and shook, her legs went a little weak and she fell onto the top of the dining room table, not able to hold herself up as she was bent over it. "Wait, wait, wait," she said rapidly, out of breath. "Jack, don't move. Just....hold on." Jack stopped with his shaft half in her. He had been fucking her steady for the hour that they had been home. God, I'm going forever tonight, I haven't cum once yet. He felt good about that. He smiled at the thought. It was the first time he had ever gone this long. "Oh, god. I need a break, Jack," Kara said, breathing heavily. "I need to take a break." She felt wonderful, but had to settle back down a little. "All right then," Jack said. He held out his hand to Hayley, who was still perched up on the table, though she was now on her back. "Come here, you." She smiled and took his hand. He walked her over to the couch and sat down on it. She climbed up on the cushions on her knees facing him and slid him inside of her as she straddled him. Jack took hold of her waist and started helping her bounce up and down on his cock as his lips and tongue shot out every couple of bounces to find her nipples. "Oh, god Jack, I like this," Hayley moaned, planting her hands onto the top of the back of the couch as she hopped up and down on his cock, "I like this so much." Jack's hands slid up from her waist to palm Hayley's perky little breasts as he squeezed her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. "I really, really like this." After five minutes or so, Jack lifted her off of him and turned her around to face away from him. He settled her back down on his hard, throbbing cock, her legs hanging loose over the sides of his. She rode him like a cowgirl, bouncing up and down into the air as he bucked his thick cock up into her. She fell back against him a few minutes later when she started to flash an orgasm under his relentless pace. Kara was there and covered her mouth with lips and filled it with a tongue as Hayley began to scream. Kara slid her hands down and squeezed the petite breasts that bounced around under Jack's rough onslaught. Jack could feel her cum around his cock. He thought he was going to finally blast as well, but as close as he felt he was, it never happened. Fuck! I am ON tonight. As if she had no weight at all, Jack picked Hayley up and put her down on all fours beside him on the couch. He got up behind her and slowly slid his cock back into her. "OHHHH!" Hayley moaned loudly as she felt him move back inside of her. Kara got up onto the arm of the couch and sat with her legs open in front of Hayley, pushing her head down between her legs. Hayley's tongue darted into the burning heat of her sister's entrance. It wasn't long before Hayley was wailing again as another orgasm took her over ten minutes later. She took her mouth from Kara's pussy and pushed back into Jack's thrusts hard enough that she thought she might break him. Her knuckles were snow white as her fingers clawed into the tightest grip of the couch cushions. She fell forward, off of Jack's constant erection, and rested her head on Kara's thigh as she gulped to drink the air. Jack sat back on the couch, his cock sticking straight up into the air. He started slowly stroking it "God, I don't know what's gotten into me tonight. I can't fucking cum." He looked at the clock on the wall. "It's been an hour and a half. Shit. This is crazy," he laughed. "I've got an idea, Jack," Kara grinned. "Come here." She walked around to the back of the couch and bent over straight at the waist, placing her hands onto the top edge of the couch that Hayley was stretching out on. She looked back at him. "Don't you really want to?" she asked him with a suggestive wink. Jack, still stroking his cock, stood up. "You don't mean what I think you do, do you?" She nodded with a grin and a wiggle of her hips. He quickly moved over to get behind her. "Just go easy until I get used to it. That's all I ask," Kara mentioned. "It'd be my pleasure." Jack slid the head of his cock through Kara's well-lubricated labia before he pulled it up and pressed it at the entrance to her ass. He had to push a little hard, and Kara moaned at the pressure, but after a few tense seconds, the head popped into her tight, little hole. "OH FUCK!!!!!" Kara screamed at the top of her lungs. Jack paused, then pushed a little further, and a little further. Like he did with Hayley's tight pussy. But this was different. This was tighter, and he had to take longer to get her open. "Easy, easy, easy," she moaned repeatedly. Then Jack started sliding in and out of her slowly. And a couple of minutes later, he started pistoning in and out of her rapidly, while she wailed at the top of her lungs and fingered her clit with a frenzy. --------------------- About an hour later, Kara sat on the lid of the toilet in the downstairs bathroom with the cell phone up to her ear. She was waiting for the next available operator. There was a click on the line. "Poison control, can I help you?" "Um yes," Kara answered, "I have a question, slightly embarrassing." "Go ahead," the operator said. "Well, I need to know about Viagra." "Viagra?" the operator seemed surprised. "Yeah, see, this friend of mine, who doesn't really need it, took some. And I know on the commercials it says to call if you've been hard for three or four hours. And I wanted to know what that was about." There was silence on the line for a few seconds. "Has your friend had an erection for four hours?" Kara sighed, embarrassed. "Yeah, and it won't go down." "Well," the operator said, "the best way without going to the hospital is for him to have an orgasm." "Yeah," Kara interjected, "we've been trying that. Constantly. For most of that time that he's had an erection." "With sex?" the operator asked, sounding surprised, impressed even. "Sex, masturbation. Any way we could think of. We even tried a cold shower. And then sex in the cold shower. Nothing has worked. Is there anything I can do to, you know, make it happen. Some sort of procedure or something?" There was silence on the line again from the operator. But Kara could hear the keys of a computer keyboard clicking rapidly in the background. "There is one thing, I guess, short of going to the hospital and getting a shot." "Okay, okay what is it? I'm sure he really doesn't want to end up in the hospital because of this." "There is a procedure called 'milking the prostate'," the operator said. Kara listened as the lady explained to her what to do. Kara walked out of the bathroom to find Jack had Hayley slung across the top of the couch, her body bouncing and moaning as he stood up on the couch, driving into her from behind. Kara walked over next to him. "What took you so long? What were you doing in there?" Jack asked, his voice now evidence of his tiredness. His body was drenched with sweat. "I figured out how to make you cum," Kara said as she squirted out some lubrication in her hand. "Really? You did?" Jack grunted sarcastically while he slid his cock in and out of Hayley. "That would be fucking great. I'm so fucking tired. And I'm so close that it literally fucking hurts. It just won't happen." "Here," Kara said, standing directly behind him. "Bend over with Hayley, fold your body to hers." Jack looked back and down at Kara, confused. "Just do it." Jack did. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Hayley, folding her arms to her chest under his grip. "Okay," he said, resuming his penetration from this position, bent over Hayley like a right angle, "what now?" "Well," Kara said, rubbing her non-lubricated hand up and down his spine, "have you ever seen 'Road Trip'?" "Road Trip? What does that have to do with anything?" "Just wanted to know." "Yeah, a long time ago, but I don't see-AHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!" Kara had shoved two lubricated fingers into Jack's ass which made him scream. She quickly located the little spongy lump that the operator told her she needed to find and she started pressing her fingers against it in a pace that matched Jack's own in Hayley. "WHAT THE FUCK KARA!?!!?!?!" Jack yelled. He didn't get a chance to say anything else as he felt the pressure of Kara's fingers pressing inside of him, which caused his body to automatically start bucking as fast as his physicality would possibly allow him to. Hayley started wailing underneath him as his big cock drove rapidly inside of her. Then he felt it. "OHHHH SHIT! YEAH!!!!!" he said as he finally erupted inside of Hayley. All that pent up energy released at once. I came inside Hayley. A second later, Jack's eyes rolled up in his head. A second after that, his body fell to the side off of Hayley. A second after that, he had fallen straight over the back of the couch and onto the floor with a thud and a crack. "Oh shit," Kara gasped, running around to him, concerned and worried now. That didn't look or sound good. "Jack? Jack?" she asked, shaking his naked body a little, slapping his cheeks a little. "Jack? Jack?" "Is he okay?" Hayley asked. She was looking down over the back of the couch. She hadn't moved yet. "I don't know," Kara said, worried and concerned now as she tried to get him to wake up. "Jack? Jack?" She shook him some more. He's not waking up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. She looked up at Hayley with wide open, terrified eves. "Call - an - ambulance." -------------------- -------------------- To be continued... Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01) ---------Closed Doors--------- Episode Seven "GUEST (Part I)" Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01) "I got home before you did," Stacy Marie explained. "And I came in here because I needed mascara." She had made it around the foot of the bed and now stood directly in front of him, facing him as he sat at the end of the bed with his red throw pillow between his legs. "It-, it" he stammered nervously, "it's probably in the bathroom." He threw his head nod toward the direction of the bedroom's private en suite. "It can wait." Paul looked at her anxiously, completely uncomfortable and clueless in the situation that he found himself in. "Daddy," Stacy Marie said softly, sweetly. "Let me do that for you." "What?" Paul blurted with a confused look which widened to the shock of realizing her meaning. "No..." "Yes, daddy. You shouldn't have to resort to this. You deserve more. Someone's soft touch." Stacy Marie knelt down in front of him, looking up into his eyes as she continued. "Let me do this for you." Her hand snaked up his leg and disappeared under the pillow. "Sweetheart..." Paul trailed off when he felt her small hand wrap itself around his half-erect phallus. "It's okay, daddy. It's not like it's sex. I'm just doing what you were doing." "But-, my daughter..." "Daddy, I don't mind. I want to do this. For you." "But-" "Shhh..." Stacy breathed. "Just relax." She started stroking him. He grew hard almost instantly in her hand and soon Stacy Marie tossed the red pillow to the floor, uncovering him. While he wasn't big, his penis wasn't small either. He was a good size. Looking, taking in his nude form for the first time, she realized how attractive he still was. He was 42, but he still worked out, so he had good tone. And he had that distinguishing graying of his dark hair around his temples. Paul kept his gaze down, watching, but not really believing what was happening. Stacy Marie looked up at him, picking up a look in his eyes that conveyed he might want to say something but wasn't quite sure of how, or if he even should. "What is it, daddy?" Stacy Marie asked innocently. "Am I not doing it right? Not how you like it?" "No, no," he said, drawing in a sharp breath, his speech contracting from the sensations churning in him. "Nevermind, it's nothing." Stacy Marie's hand paused, but still gripped the cock. "What is it? You can tell me." "It's just-," Paul began, anxious and embarrassed, doubting if he should bring it up. "Would you take your towel off? Nevermind, forget it." Stacy Marie smiled real big at seeing this side of her father. He was endearingly sweet, even in this most unexpected of all situations. Letting her grip slip from him, she stood up. "You want to do it for me?" Paul looked at her, unsure. She nodded at him with an encouraging smile, letting him know it was completely alright. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and lightly took hold of the towel where it was held together between her breasts. With a light pull, the towel came undone and swiftly fell to the floor. Paul stared in admiration at the sight of his daughter's completely nude body. He ran his eyes up and down taking in the sight of her perky, alabaster breasts down to her curvy hips and shapely ass, to her thighs and the manicured treasure contained between them. In a whisper, almost to himself, he breathed, "God, you're beautiful." Stacy Marie smiled as she got back down to her knees between Paul's spread legs. "Thank you, daddy," she replied, taking his erection back into her grasp. She resumed her stroking. Paul kept his eyes on everything that had always been hidden from his eyes. However, as Paul hadn't heard Stacy Marie come in to the bedroom a few minutes ago, likewise Stacy didn't hear the doorknob either. What stole her attention was the motion in the corner of her eye. The door was opening. Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01) Jack nodded his agreement. He moved a hand to rest on her waist and Zooey smiled at him and moved her hand to rest on his. "Okay. I'm not an obsessive, stalker-kind of person. I don't do 'spur of the moment, latch on and be a crazy possessive person' sort of things. That's not my personality. I'm not that girl. I'm really a very rational, logical, level-headed person. But I'm not cold either, I do have emotion. Okay?" Jack nodded again. "Fair enough," he smiled. He started softly stroking a short line, back and forth, along her tank top over her waist with the thumb on his hand and she squeezed his hand lightly, encouragingly. "Alright. And also, I'm going to apologize if this turns out to sound like a philosophical proof or something. I'm not trying to prove the existence of God here or anything, it's just how I form arguments, or, in this case, explanations." "I like philosophy, remember?" Jack smiled, adding, "professor." Zooey playfully slapped the hand that was on her waist. "Funny, music man. As I was saying. Do you remember yesterday when we were talking and you were telling me about your break-up and how you missed being in love and holding hands and all the other things?" Jack nodded. "Okay. Now, do you know that feeling like when you walk into a crowded room and you see one person and immediately you feel drawn to them, whoever they are, even if you've never met or seen them before in your life? They radiate some sort of energy that tells you 'Hey, you really want to talk to this person, be in their presence, orbit around them just so you can stay washed in their aura'. You ever have that feeling?" Jack thought for a second. He flashed back, for a moment, to the first time he saw Debbie. In the next moment, he flashed to finding out she had cheated on him. "Yeah," he answered, "I know what you mean." "Okay. Now, yesterday, when we first met, there wasn't a crowd of people. There was just you and me. As I was walking, before I ever got to you, before we actually met or talked, I saw you. I saw you when you walked out and sat down. I stopped and just stood there. Some force just held me there, saying 'Look'." Jack shifted his hand a little on her waist and changed into tracing circles, instead of lines, with his thumb. I didn't see that. I just saw her walking. Zooey continued. "And from far away, I could feel this energy, your energy, flowing out. I never felt anything like it before. Everything you said that you missed about being in love, that you missed love, I felt it all. And there was this voice telling me 'Him. This person. You want to talk to him, be in his presence, orbit around him, feel his aura'. "And I came to meet you. Usually, there is a little apprehension, anxiety, when I'm meeting someone new. Certainly when it's just me and not someone introducing me to someone. But there was nothing like that. I was really comfortable." Jack smiled. He moved his head forward and softly kissed her. Zooey closed her eyes and brought her hand up from his to brush over his cheek. When the kiss ended, she moved her hand down between them, rejoining her other hand, and folded them between her chest and his. "Should I go on?" Zooey asked softly. "Please do," Jack said with a quick kiss. "I'm really liking where you're going with it." Zooey couldn't stop a big blushing smile, but got back to her exposition a few seconds later. "Then, I came back yesterday. I never go off from my family when they come to visit. Certainly, not for any kind of date or anything. I get to see them so rarely, and chance are that anyone I might meet on vacation wouldn't be viable once I returned home, so it would be more of a loss. But everything in me was pushing me to come back. I had to see you again, talk to you again. "And when I did, you were such a gentleman. Not in a fake way, to impress me, but genuinely. And you told me about our break-up, the one that started your depression. I thought that was an extremely personal thing to reveal to someone you just met. Unless it was to engender sympathy, but I knew from the start that isn't what it was. "To tell me something like that meant, to me at least, that you were feeling something enough about me that you were comfortable in revealing it. And that meant a lot." Zooey closed the gap between them, moving her body against Jack's, her folded arms pressed between them and started speaking a little softer. Jack slid his hand from her waist around to the small of her back and began rubbing slowly up and down as she continued. "Then you told me about what you missed, about being in love. But I already knew it all, I had felt it. You just confirmed for me that I didn't mistake it. And that meant something. "And then you played for me. But you weren't singing for me, it was like you were singing to me. The words of the songs, you spoke them to me. You were talking to me." Jack grinned. "You picked up on that?" Zooey smiled back, she had been right. "Yeah. You played those songs to say something to me, didn't you?" Jack nodded, she had found him out. "That meant something to me. And then we came up here." She paused a moment to collect herself so she could speak the words without getting embarrassed. "We fooled around, and it was fun. And we started having sex, and it was great. But then, in the middle of it, you started making love to me, and it was more than all the rest of it. Sex is fun, casual. But making love is intimate, personal. And that's where we went. I was there with you, too. Six hours after meeting you, we connected, and I knew that it was something that I couldn't just leave. "When I came this morning and your sister told me you were in the hospital, my heart just dropped. I felt this hole, this pain, that it was all being taken away from me. Before I even got to know it. You were being taken away, and my mind was so flooded that I couldn't even think. We just met, but we're more than just acquaintances. I could love you, I know I will love you, deeply, but I felt I wasn't even going to get the chance. And that hurt." Zooey's eyes started to mist up as she recounted, and to an extent, re-experienced, the dread she had felt earlier. "Then Hayley, sweet Hayley, was like my angel in a moment. Invited me to stay. Gave me the chance to stay and there wasn't a question in my mind that it was absolutely what I wanted to do. I couldn't just wait, go home and wait, for the chance that you'd be okay and that I would see you again." Zooey stared silently at Jack, who stared back into her eyes as she finished. After he didn't say or respond in any sort of way after a little, she added, "Does that make any kind of sense to you at all?" Jack pulled her tightly into him and kissed her with a deep, intense, consuming kiss. Zooey slid an arm around his shoulder and neck, running her fingers through his hair as she pulled and held his lips to her. After a minute or two, their lips separated. It had seemed like an eternity in a minutely small moment, but Jack needed to say something. "I love that you stayed. When I woke up in the hospital, and it was only you sitting there, I thought I had died and was waking up in heaven." Zooey smiled brightly and pressed her kiss into his lips again. "I mean," Jack spoke when the kiss ended, "I'm not one to believe in love at first sight. I don't believe in it, actually." Zooey frowned a little, but Jack quickly completed his thought for her so that she would understand that it wasn't something that should make her sad. "But if that's what this is, then I thank God that it's real. I thank God that you're real." Zooey's frowned morphed into a wide, heartfelt smile and a sparkle in her eye before it became another deep kiss. When their lips came apart they lay there in silence, holding each other, staring into each other's eyes and smiling elatedly at one another for the next many several minutes. Zooey felt a wave wash over her body, and remembering that particular sensation, knew that the calming medication he had given her, now redundant and unnecessary after their mutual unburdening, was taking effect throughout her. When Jack spoke again, it was playful. "Are you sure that all this isn't just because you sneaked a peek at me when I was skinny-dipping yesterday?" Zooey's eyes and mouth opened wide in surprise for a moment before she started giggling wildly, and put a light, playful slap on his shoulder. "I did not!" Jack started laughing with her. "Oh, don't deny it. I saw it." He pulled her to him again and managed to kiss her laughing lips and got them to settle and melt into him. As their tongues danced, Zooey felt Jack starting to harden. She pressed her hips a little harder into his and Jack encouraged her by sliding his hand down to her firm ass and gripping it. Zooey moaned her body's welcome into his mouth. Suddenly, though, Zooey broke away from the kiss. She looked at him with a concerned look. "Jack, you just got out of the hospital, maybe we shouldn't do this right now." Jack smiled at her concern and shook his head a little against the pillow in disagreement. "Zooey, I'm alright. I think you can feel that my body is working just fine." He pressed his near-full erection a little harder against her for emphasis. "Besides," he added, "if something were to happen, I've got my nurse right here by me." He gripped her body and swiftly rolled her over on top of him. Zooey let out a yelp, followed by a string of giggles, as she was repositioned. She lay completely on top of his body, looking down at his face, as Jack shifted a little to get his back comfortable now that he was laying on it. "Well," Zooey said with a quick peck on his lips, "I guess that does make sense." She smiled real big with her lips millimeters from his. Jack lifted his head to meet her lips and Zooey slipped her tongue into the kiss. Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01) Stacy Marie reached back and grabbed her bag from the backseat. She dug through it on her lap while Dave got his pants back into place. Her hands emerged from the bag with a pair of panties and a bra. "Didn't have time to put these on earlier," Stacy explained with a sly smile. The panties were slipped on and the skirt pulled back down where it should be. Stacy Marie glanced down at her tits, then over to Dave. "You want another feel before I put the bra on?" she offered with a grin. Dave reached over and cupped and kneaded Stacy's sculpted breasts for a few seconds. Then gave each nipple a synchronized pinch as he pulled his hands back from her. Stacy Marie vocalized a sharp squeal from the pinch, giggled at Dave with a playful slap, and then slipped the bra on and got it fastened. Finally, she pulled her top back into place and slid the thin straps back onto her shoulders. "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Bennett," Stacy Marie said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "it was very sweet of you." "You're very welcome. And thank you, for making an old man feel like a teenager again." He grinned. "You're not old," Stacy Marie replied. She opened the door and climbed out. Ducking her head back in, she said, "See you tomorrow." As she walked across the parking lot towards the restaurant, she could feel him watching after her. She reached back and flipped the skirt up, revealing her ass and her panties, for a second, then let it swish back into place. He might be a very handy person to have on my side. I'll have to remember that. Closed Doors Ep. 07 (Pt. 01) Stacy Marie was getting wary of where he was going. Nate continued. "So, I thought maybe you might want to make sure I kept my mouth shut." He grinned that sly grin again. Stacy Marie knew what he meant. "Are you kidding?" she asked. Nate shook the bag like he was offering a dog a treat. Stacy looked at him for a long while before she rolled her eyes, turned and locked the door to the bathroom. "Fine," she said coldly. Stacy stepped around Nate and stood in front of the sink facing away from it. She pulled up her skirt and slid her panties down to the floor, picking them up and laying them on the sink counter behind her. She reached out and started undoing Nate's belt and his jeans. "You better make this quick," she said as she yanked and pulled and unzipped. "I've got a lot of other things to do today." Stacy dropped his pants and underwear down to his boots and started stroking his cock to hardness. "I can be fast," Nate grinned. Stacy Marie backed up to the sink, pulling Nate along with her by the grasp she had on his erection, and hopped up onto the edge of the counter. She placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and he pushed in. She rubbed her clit rapidly as he did to work up some lubrication, she wasn't really in the mood for this. Nate started pumping fast and hard, not too concerned with Stacy Marie and whether or not she got anything out of it. As he fucked her beneath her skirt, Nate reached up and slung the straps to Stacy's tank top off her shoulders, and she reluctantly pulled her arms out of it. He pulled it down to uncover her bra, which he shoved up off of her tits and started squeezing and fondling them. Stacy leaned in and gave him a quick tongue wrangling before she slipped her lips to his ear and started whispering, in a falsely horny moan, "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, yeah, right there." It seemed to turn him on. He started pumping faster and a couple of minutes later, Nate grunted, "Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum." Stacy pulled him out of her, she didn't want him to cum inside of her. She jumped down onto the floor and kneeled in front of him, jacking him quickly as she wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him into blowing his load in her mouth. Once he stopped, Stacy stood back up. She pulled her bra back down over her tits and fixed her tank top. "So we have a deal, right?" she asked. Stacy grabbed the panties off the sink and slid them back on quickly. Nate was pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. He reached in his pocket and then handed the pills to her. "Sure do," he answered with a victorious smile. Stacy Marie took the pills in her hand and started to walk past him to the door. As she unlocked it, she paused and turned back to him. "I think you should remember something, anyways." "What's that?" "Well, you could tell someone that I had these." Nate shrugged and nodded. Stacy Marie continued. "Just like I could tell someone who gave them to me." Suddenly, Nate got a unconcerned, cool look on his face. "Whatever," he said blithely, "I just wanted to get laid." Stacy Marie rolled her eyes, disgusted. "You're a dick," she snorted and walked out the door. "And you've fucked me twice now!" Nate called out after her as the door shut. He smiled to himself, adjusted his crotch, checked the mirror and was about to turn and leave when the pretty female cashier walked in. She was shocked to see a guy in there. "What are you doing in here?" she asked quickly with suspicion. She crossed her arms across her chest and waited for his answer. Nate smiled. "Well, hey there," he said with a grin and a tone that meant he could have just said 'I want to fuck you'. The cashier seemed to relax, letting her arms drop back down to her sides as a curl appeared at the corner of her mouth and she backed up against the door. Closed Doors Ep. 08 Guest (Pt. 02) "So, where do you live?" Hayley asked once she got a little more comfortable behind the wheel of the big SUV. "Georgetown, by D.C.," Zooey replied. That answer surprised her. "Is that anywhere near Crystal City in Virginia?" Hayley asked. Zooey shrugged and nodded. "Jack said it was about a twenty-minute drive." Hayley took that in for a minute. "So are you and Jack gonna keep seeing each other when we all go home?" "I think so, yes." "Wow," Hayley laughed, a little nervously, "what are the chances of two people meeting like that, on vacation, just to find out they live practically right next to each other. It's like something from a movie, or something." Closed Doors Ep. 08 Guest (Pt. 02) Closed Doors Ep. 08 Guest (Pt. 02) "That's just sad. We are just sad." "Don't I know it." They swam around for another few minutes. Then Karen spoke again. "I think I'm getting the munchies," she laughed, "you hungry?" Paul didn't realize it until she brought it up, but he was hungry. He hadn't eaten all day, and the pot just amplified that fact. "Yeah. I could eat." "I could call for some take-out. I don't think either of us should be driving, and I don't feel like cooking, really," she suggested. "Only if you let me pay. It's the least I can do." "Deal." They swam to the edge and climbed out of the pool. When they got back at their chairs, Karen leaned down and untangled her white panties from her shorts and Paul bent to pick up his jeans. "Oh, you don't have to put anything back on if you don't want to," Karen informed him. "I'm just putting my panties on because my ass is cold." She slipped them on and they stretched snuggly over her ass cheeks and molded closely to the mound in front. "Okay..." Paul gave a nod and tossed his jeans back onto the chair. I didn't see that coming. "Oh, you can if you want to, I was just thinking - remember back in college and stuff," she elaborated, "just sitting around in the nude? High, comfortable?" Paul smiled when he started recalling the memories. Karen went on. "I just figured, we're already naked, and we're already high." "That we are." "And," she paused for effect with a sly grin, "I have a surprise for you. Come on." Karen turned and started toward the house. Paul was a second or two behind her as he had stood still for a moment trying to figure out what the mentioned surprise might be, and how he should take it if it was sexual, which it seemed like it could, might, be. At this point, the night hadn't gone at all like he would've guessed it was going to. Closed Doors Ep. 08 Guest (Pt. 02) "Oh shit, Karen," Paul groaned immediately, feeling her hot, slippery mouth slip around the head of his cock. Oh shit, if I hadn't already cum today...I would have just lost it. Karen moaned around the erection she was bobbing her mouth on in acknowledgement to his pleasured grunts. It had been a long time, some twenty years, since the last time they were in this particular situation, naked on a couch with his cock deep in her mouth, but suddenly, instantly, they were there together. Like no time had gone by. Like it was just yesterday since she had sucked his cock. She doubled her speed, letting his cock ravage her mouth. Karen took her hand from his shaft. The only support for the cock rapidly penetrating her mouth were the lips that were wrapped around it. The hand hovered down to Paul's balls and she gently took them in her hand and massaged them. He always loved for me to play with his nuts. She knew that he still liked it when she felt his strong hand make contact with the soft skin of her back and slide down to her ass, a cheek of which he grasped. Firmly. Enough to elicit a sharp, short squeal as the sensation of his touch flashed through her body. We need to go somewhere else. Now. This couch isn't going to work. I'm not in college anymore. We need a bed. More comfortable. More room. Karen took hold of Paul's cock again while she pulled her mouth from it. She sat up a little, but still had to turn her head to look up and meet his downward looking eyes. "Come on," she said. The voluptuous brunette stood up from the couch and held her hand out to Paul. He took it and stood up, letting her lead him out of the living room. Karen stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up them. No. Not my bed. I just can't. Don't want to. This is not Dave. I don't want to do anything in that bed. "Let's go out to your bed," Karen suggested/ordered. Paul nodded in agreement/submission. Karen turned and, still pulling him by the hand, walked to the doors that led to the patio and out to the poolhouse. As they passed the piles of their discarded clothes, Karen looked down at her nearly nude body, watching, noticing, how her breasts bounced a little as she took each solid step. They entered the door to the glass-walled building, Karen leading the way, in, almost, a run. As soon as they got inside, Paul stopped. Karen, her hand still grasping his, was jerked back as he planted his feet in one spot, and she reached the limit of her distance from his body, sturdy in one spot. Paul spun her back around to face him, pulled her body against his and resumed the kiss they had started on the couch. Karen, off her balance, melted against him and allowed him to hold her up. In that moment, the kiss felt perfect - skin against skin, lip against lip, tongue around tongue - and she didn't want to imagine it ending. Though she knew it would. The whole night would end. She had a marriage and a family. She shouldn't even be doing this. But there was no way she was going to stop. Not now. He was here, she was here. And no one else. Not any time soon. He was still hard as a rock, his erection squeezed between their bodies as he held her smooth, naked skin tight against him. She felt the wetness of her wet panties, the only piece of clothing either of them were wearing, just a thin piece of white cotton, and couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on. So aroused. As if he was hearing her thoughts, Paul ended the kiss and helped her stand upright on her own. He kept his eyes locked on hers. "Are we really going to do this?" Please say we are. Karen looked at him silently as she gave herself one last moment for deciding against it, then she lightly kissed his lips before she looked down at their bodies. "Yeah," she said, and looked back up into his eyes. "You in?" Paul's arms shot out like lightning around her hips as he squatted enough to lift her up into the air. Karen squealed at the unexpected act, but had enough sense about her to wrap her legs around his waist so she wouldn't topple out of his arms. Though, she didn't expect him to let her fall, his grip around her was strong. Paul gently, though eagerly, tossed her onto the bed. Karen landed on her back, bouncing as she laughed. He grabbed her behind both knees and pulled her towards him so that her ass rested on the edge at the foot of the low-lying bed. He dropped down to his knees between her legs and took hold of her panties at the sides. Karen smiled down her body at him and lifted her hips up, so he could pull them off. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned in a single, heavy exhale of breath when Paul's tongue slipped into her wet quim. She loved this. It was her favorite part of sex, if she had to be honest. The thing that she liked the best - if she was forced to decide. God, I haven't had my pussy eaten in so long. Dave doesn't even try to pretend to be interested in doing it. "SHIT!" she yelled when her body lurched in reaction to Paul sucking her overly aroused clit between his lips. Paul had had his fair share of women before he had gotten married. The circle of friends he settled into in college, which Karen was a part of too, had spent their times together and were fairly open with their relationships within the group. Everybody loved everybody, and, to their own surprise, no one ever got jealous or mad because of it. He wondered if Dave ever knew about that part of her life, if she ever told him. Paul didn't think she had, because he would have expected some sort of reaction to him by Dave, and nothing like that had ever occurred. But Karen's pussy. He had forgotten how sweet it tasted. Paul drove his tongue as far as he could into her velvety hole and flicked the tip of it around inside her contracting walls as his nose rapidly, side to side, attacked her clit. Paul had to snap his hands up to hold her hips down on the mattress when Karen started bouncing and flailing as she screamed wildly through an explosive orgasm. Paul was in heaven as her pussy let loose a high tide of her juices into his mouth. He reached down when Karen had settled somewhat on the bed, moaning and panting. To make sure he was still hard, though he could feel that he was (he had been constantly ever since Karen was stroking him on the couch twenty minutes ago), Paul gave his pulsing, inflated tool a few strokes. "Oh god, Paul," Karen said breathlessly. "Thank you. Thank you for that." It didn't take much for Paul to detect the tone of genuine appreciation in her voice. The sort of gratitude for a long lost treasure finally being returned. She really must be having problems. Why would Dave let her be like this? That guy doesn't want anything to do with her? That's crazy. Well, Deanna didn't want me either. To hell with them. He kissed her inner thigh in response to her expression of gratitude. He raised up into a squatting position there at the end of the bed between Karen's legs. The hand on his hard cock guided it's head to rest, with just a little pressure, at her entrance. He removed his hand from his member and joined it along with his other to lift and curl his forearms under each knee, holding them spread apart, legs bent in mid-air. With one last look down at Karen, whose eyes showed him that in this moment she wanted nothing but to feel him inside her, he pulled her up a little by her legs and slowly, seamlessly, slid the length of his cock into her. Without stopping, or pulling back and pushing in again, Paul buried his entire cock into her pussy, forcing it to stretch around his not unremarkable girth. Karen drew in a sharp, deep breath as she felt him fill her. Dave would just be ramming me at this point. Her neck arched up as he bottomed out, pressing his pelvis tight against her. Karen's head tilted back and with closed eyes she let out a deep, long, contented groan. She was going to have sex. Sex. Good sex. Sex where we both get and give pleasure. I'm not just a hole to fuck. I'm here, too. And I'm, we're, having sex. And, oh god, it feels good. Paul drew back and began sliding his shaft in and back slowly, but firmly. With purpose he worked his body to force hers to accommodate and warmly welcome his penetration. After a bit of the slow fuck, he sped up to a more normal pace when the signal (Karen looking up at him and sliding his hands onto his forearms while they held her ass up off the bed a few inches) was given to him. Earnestly, Paul was thrusting, relishing the feeling of being enveloped in a warm, wet glove. A sensation he hadn't felt for a long time. And Karen's pussy, well, it had been even longer than that. "Oh, yeah," Karen moaned. "Oh shit, Paul, it feels so good." Good god, I didn't realize I would have missed her being with me this much. I never even really thought about it, remembered how good she feels. Oh, shit, yeah, she's getting into it now. Oh god, she's so good. Karen's firm globes were bouncing rapidly, alternating from towards her face, down towards Paul, who had moved one hand, letting her left leg fall to the side and almost down onto the bed. He kept her ass held up with his other arm, though she did drop and roll sideways a bit, but that just made his cock slide and rub against new points inside her and she started moaning louder. "Yeah, right there," Karen grunted through gritted teeth. Her back arched, her shoulders supported her on the bed as the rest of her body bent upwards. "Shit...oh..." Paul's free fingers moved down to finger her clit, and he started pounding her a little harder. His thrusts inching her away from him on the bed, he forced her hips back to meet his thrusts, and felt Karen begin to pound against him, forcing, hard, their bodies to meet deep around his cock. He looks so happy, working away on me. Karen started to relax her body back down, before a second orgasm tore through her. "OH FUCK PAUL!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. This was sex, she was going to, happy to, participate. After a few more minutes of their sustained pistoning, action and reaction pounding, Karen began to sit up on the bed. It caused Paul to release her legs and pause his penetration. Karen's legs both fell onto the bed and dangled over the floor. Paul's cock sat buried, motionless, as deep as it could get inside her. Karen grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. As their tongues danced a passionate dance3, Karen's hands moved to wrap her arms around his neck. Paul felt her hard, dark nipples press into him as his body was pulled against her, and her large, perfectly tanned, bronzed tits pushed, squished, against him. "Come on," Karen said in a soft whisper, "get up here on the bed. You've got to be uncomfortable." She scooted backwards after she let go of him and moved herself to the middle of the bed. Paul felt a rush of cold as his cock slipped from her warm embrace and her juices glistening on it were hit by the sudden exposure to the open air. His hard cock hung down at an angle as he started crawling onto the mattress to join Karen. Karen watched him crawling towards her. Seeing him on all fours like that presented her with a bit of inspiration, mixed with nostalgia. She smiled the naughtiest, playful grin at him, which was met by his questioning eyes. She raised up on her knees and spun around to face away from him. Her head hovered over the pillows at the top of the bed as she positioned herself on her hands and knees. When she looked back over her shoulder at Paul, she saw he wasn't looking at her. Not at her eyes. His eyes were glued to the perfect, shapely ass she was presenting to him. Paul's mouth went dry. The glistening, moist, bright pink lips puffing out of their hiding place, nestled in between the plump bubble cheeks of her tight, apple bottom ass took all his attention and held it hostage. This is the perfect woman. Why didn't I stay with her? Why did I choose to go with the bitch I chose? It wasn't until something being said to him snapped him out of his wonderment that he was able to break his eyes away from the treasure he now sought so much. "What?" he asked, knowing that she had been saying something to him before he had realized she was speaking. He had totally missed whatever it was. "I said," Karen laughed, totally amused by Paul and his reactions, "you always liked me on my knees, didn't you?" "I liked you every way," he smiled back. Karen waggled her ass at him, still grinning back over her shoulder at him. Paul scooted up on his knees behind her, and once he had guided the head of his cock into her entrance, he clamped his hands down on her hips and pushed in. "Ohhh, yeah," Karen moaned, letting her head drop down. Like pendulums, big fleshy pendulums, Karen's breasts swung back and forth when Paul began fucking her again. She let him choose his pace, only resisting as far as she needed to stay upright on her hands and knees. The path Paul chose was rapid, and deep. Karen started to feel an orgasm coming into being. She pulled back upright onto just her knees and reached back to grab Paul's head and pull his lips to hers. Her heavy globes bounced now and she moved her free arm to caress them. Paul grunted into Karen's mouth and a slight jerk pushed him a little deeper into her as he fucked his hard cock into her from behind. "Oh!" Karen squealed, breaking the kiss in an instant as the head of the pistoning shaft brushed against her g-spot. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Paul. Like that, just like that." Paul was nearing his own orgasm and was furiously slamming into her now. The slap of the skin on their sweaty bodies bouncing around the glass walls of their enclosure. "Shit, Karen," he grunted in syllables that coincided with the bottoming out of each penetration. "I'm gonna cum." He started to remove his hands, and Karen knew he was about to pull out. "No!" she screamed out, snapping her hands onto his to stop him. She pulled them up to palm her orbs and started pushing her ass back into his thrusts. "Don't stop," she panted as the first spark went off in her. "Cum in me, it's ok. Just don't stoooOOOOP!" Paul felt Karen's hands squeeze his, clamping them down around her tits. "Oh fuck. Oh, god, yeah," he gave as expression when the first forceful blast left him. He bent over at the waist, bending Karen over too as a consequence, and pounded the remainder of his cream into her as they both wailed in ecstasy. Their bodies glued together from their thighs to their necks, they finally collapsed forward onto the bed, Karen panting on her stomach, Paul gasping on her back. Closed Doors Ep. 09 Guest (Pt. 03) That's it. Not too forward or too strong, you're supposed to be nervous and awkward like her. Can't fuck this up. Be cool. "I don't know," Debbie said with a blush and a grin that really said that she did know, and that what she knew was that she did want to. Stacy Marie set her glass down on the table and turned toward Debbie, leaning in to plant a light kiss on her lips. She saw Debbie close her eyes at the contact and press into the kiss. God, this is going to be easy. Stacy Marie leaned her body in towards Debbie, and they fell onto the couch with Stacy laying between Debbie's legs and on top of her, while the older girl wrapped her arms lightly around the younger's waist and began rubbing softly around the arch of her back. Softly kissing, tongues twisting and playing, the pair didn't feel it necessary to move again for another ten minutes. Then Stacy Marie started kissing down Debbie's neck and down her chest, following the dip made between Ebb's lovely, plump breasts pressing out against the fabric of her shirt. When she reached the bellybutton, Stacy Marie pushed the shirt up a little and planted little kisses in a circle all around it. "Come on," Stacy Marie, said as she sat up, "let's get this shirt off you." Debbie smiled and sat up, twisting her eyes before she shut them for a second. "You okay?" Stacy asked. "Head rush," Debbie laughed, a little dizzy. "Or the wine. I'm good." "Good," Stacy Marie smiled, grabbing the bottom of Debbie's shirt, "just makes it easier for me to have my way with you." The girls giggled and Debbie raised her arms and let her shirt be taken off. "I love that you didn't put a bra on," Stacy Marie teased as she began to lean down and put her lips on Debbie's firm tits. "You wanted me to do this, didn't you, you tease?" Debbie giggled and cradled Stacy Marie's head to her chest when she felt the juicy lips surround her erect nipple. "Ohhh," she moaned, "that feels good. Would you blame me if I did?" Closed Doors Ep. 09 Guest (Pt. 03) "Shit, Stacy," Sully said as he took a light hold of his cock, "warn me next time you're gonna jump off." Stacy Marie raised her head and looked back at him. "Sorry, maybe I can make it up to you." "Yeah?" She nodded. "Come up here." As he took the few steps to where the girls heads lay at the other end of the couch, he saw Stacy's head move like she was whispering something into his sister's ear. When he got there, Debbie was staring up at Stacy Marie silently. After a few seconds, she whispered, "Yeah, I do." Stacy Marie kissed her, then raised her head and looked up at Sully. She smiled mischeviously. "I'm gonna blow your mind." "Oh yeah?" Sully asked as Stacy Marie scooted off of his sister and sat up on the front edge of the couch. She lightly wrapped her fingers around his erection coated in her juices. "Yeah," she replied. "This way." Guiding him by his cock, she led the heavy shaft down to Debbie's lips. As the head grazed his sister's mouth, Sully blurted out, "Are you serious?" Stacy Marie nodded. "I am. And she is. I told you she'd been looking at you. And when I asked her if she wanted you in her mouth, she said she did. And I've seen you looking at her. And I know that's somewhere of hers you'd like to put it, wouldn't you? One of a few places, am I right?" Sully watched her, stunned for a moment at her speech. And stunned by the idea of what was about to happen. He watched as his sister rolled onto her side to face him, lifted her head, and slipped her mouth around the end of his dick. "Oh, shit," he exhaled as his sisters warm, wet mouth descended his rock-hard shaft. Debbie took it in until it hit the back of her throat and pulled it back out. Stacy Marie leaned in close to her ear and said, "Can you taste me on him?" "Mmmm," Debbie moaned, plunging the cock in and out of her mouth. "I can't fucking believe this," Sully exclaimed as he watched his sister's head bobbing on his cock while the lusciousness of her body lay before him, naked on the couch. So many wet dreams, guiltily suppressed, culminating in reality before him. Stacy Marie stood up and walked out of what she knew was the view of the camera. She undid her skirt, stepped out of it when it fell to her feet, and stood there afterwards watching while Debbie gave her little brother his favorite blowjob he'd ever had. You can't tell me they didn't want this, even if she won't remember any of it in the morning. Debbie pulled the hard-on of her brother out of her mouth, started slowly stroking it, looked up at him and asked, "Will you fuck me?" Stacy Marie's mouth dropped. Oh my God! This is better than I thought. She asked him! She's asking for it herself! Those drugs must be wor-king. Oh my God! Sully was dumbfounded. "What?" Debbie sat up quickly, pausing as her head spun due to the rapid movement. When she regained enough to stand up, she did. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a long, deep kiss, pressing her naked body against his. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me." She kissed him again. "Do you want to do that? Is that alright? Please, say yes." She plunged her tongue back into his mouth while her fleshy breasts and diamond-hard nipples pressed into his muscular chest. Sully wrapped his arms around his sister's waist, pulling her tight against him, and she mewed like a kitten as he lifted her a little, forcing her to raise up onto her toes as they passionately melted their lips together. Sully bent down a little, and with a sudden jerk, sprung her up and wrapped her legs around him. "Oh, yes, fuck me, Jon," Debbie moaned as she reached down between them like a woman possessed and guided him into her. "Oh, fuck me good, little brother. I know you've always wanted to." "You knew?" Sully asked, surprised, as Debbie descended onto his thick cock. Debbie nodded as she let her head fall back, her mouth open and her eyes close. "I did. For a while. But it's wrong," she moaned as he started stroking her insides slowly with his manhood. "Oh, but tonight...tonight. It feels so good. And I want it so bad." She clamped her lips down on his again. Stacy Marie stood silently, surprised, watching all the action as Sully bounced his big sister over and over again on her cock like it was a trampoline. Stacy slid her hand down her body and started fingering her clit lightly, turned on by the sight. I can't believe it. They're fucking. Oh my god, they're actually fucking. After a few minutes of standing up in front of the couch, Sully dropped down to sit on it. "Legs were getting tired," he explained to his sister as she bounced up and down on his cock, straddling his lap. "I'm gonna cum, Jon," Debbie moaned. "I'm gonna fucking cum. You're fucking making me cum. Don't you cum yet. Please, don't you cum yet." Stacy Marie, too, didn't want him to shoot his load this soon. He has to last as long as possible. He'll be asleep five minutes after he does, and this will all be over. I can help them out. She walked back over to the couch and leaned in behind Debbie's bouncing body. "Let me help you, sexy," she said, reaching a hand between Debbie and Sully and finding the girls clit. "You look so fuckin hot riding him like that. Fuck him. Fuck him hard!" She went to town on Debbie's clit, instantly sending the older blonde into a bouncing, twisting frenzy. While Sully held her steady by his grip on her waist, Stacy Marie reached her other hand around and started teasing Debbie's nipples. Conscious of the camera, she also stepped a little to the side so that it could still pick up the sight of Debbie and her brother's cock slamming up into her. Finally, Debbie settled into Sully's lap and sat still as a massive orgasm finished coursing through her. "That was so fucking hot," Stacy Marie whispered into Debbie's ear. "You look so damn sexy getting fucked. Turn around so I can see you." Debbie eased off the anchorage of her brother's cock and the girls kissed as they stood up in front of him before Debbie turned and started easing back down onto him, facing away from him now. Stacy Marie bent over in front of her, grabbing Sully's cock and guiding it into Debbie's pink pussy as she sat down on it. Debbie let out a long moan as its length slowly slid into her until, at last, she was sitting in his lap again with his well-working tool buried completely within her. Stacy Marie climbed onto the couch beside them and pulled Debbie's lips to her as Sully started pushing up from underneath his sister, bouncing her again on his lap. With her legs stretched along the outsides of his, Debbie had no support but his hands on her waist, Stacy Marie's lips on hers and Stacy's hands now caressing her bouncing tits. "Do you like that?" Stacy Marie asked as her lips left Debbie's and she moved her hand down to her pussy and started rubbing it in circles. "You like your little brother's big cock stretching out your tight, little pussy?" Debbie nodded as she was tossed about on Sully's lap. "Mmm-hmm." "I told you he was good, didn't I?" "Yes. Yes, yes. God, yes." "You gonna cum again?" Sully pounded her harder, and Stacy Marie reciprocated by diving her head down and shoving her tongue out, lapping up on Debbie's clit, while Sully's glistening cock slapped up into the pussy an inch from Stacy's tongue. Debbie thrust her hand down onto Stacy Marie's head, pressing her into the pussy she was licking, the pussy that a cock was fucking, the pussy that was sizzling with an explosion that erupted with an ear-piercing howl that echoed around the beachhouse for a full minute before everyone collapsed again into stillness. "Sully," Stacy began, "you're doing good, baby. Like a machine. A sex machine for your big sister." "Ha," Sully said, out of breath. "Are you okay?" Stacy asked Debbie. "I've never had so many orgasms," she replied with heavy pants, out of breath as well. Stacy Marie leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Sully hasn't even cum yet." "Really?" Debbie replied, perking up a little. She eased off of her brother, who collapsed sideways and lay on his back on the couch. Debbie looked at Stacy Marie, "Did you want to...?" Stacy Marie smiled, but shook her head. "No, you go on. It's your night. Seems you two need this. Besides, you look so fuckin' hot when you're fuckin' him." She leaned in, whispering, and added, "I think I came just watching you fuck him. I definitely came when I fingered myself while watching him fuck you." The girls giggled at that. "Hey," Sully spoke up, while he kept his cock hard by stroking it, "what are you two laughing at?" "Nothing," they replied, in unison. Then giggled at that. Debbie turned and crawled onto the couch, scooting up and straddling her tired little brother. She reached down and took his cock from him and sat down on it, taking the whole length now in one swift motion. "Oh fuck!" she yelped. "I don't know what it is, but everything you do to me makes me feel so...oh god, you feel so good." She took his hands and placed them on her tits as she began to ride him again. Stacy Marie climbed up in front of her on the couch, turning to face the girl as she settled her own aroused pussy down over Sully's face. The boy didn't need direction to begin plunging his tongue into Stacy Marie's open pussy, and did so immediately, vigorously. Stacy Marie leaned in toward Debbie and took her tongue around hers while she grasped the ample bosom, jumping around as the body they were attached to got fucked by a newly invigorated cock. "You guys make me feel so fucking good. I tingle all over when you touch me. Oh fuck, Jon, your cock feels so good fucking me. I knew you would fuck me good, I knew it. I should have – oh, shit, ohhh – let you do it a long time ago." Sully let his mouth drop from Stacy Marie's pussy, and slipped one finger, then another into her pussy as he fucked his fingers into it at the same pace his cock was being fucked by Debbie's wet snatch. He pressed his pinky up into her asshole, getting her to squirm on it as he fucked both holes with his hand. His other hand found his sister's clit as she rode his body and he massaged her clit with his thumb. "Fuck, sis, I would have. You feel so good, so tight on my cock. I've wanted to be in you since my first hard-on. I've fucked you so many times in my dreams." Stacy Marie started screaming as she hopped on Sully's hand in the air over his face. "Oh, fuck, he's making me cum, Debbie. He's got his fingers in my pussy and my ass. Oh, fuck me harder, Sully, shove them up in there!" Debbie kissed the cumming blonde and took her screams into her mouth until, after several moments, Stacy Marie calmed down and climbed off of Sully's head, moving over behind Debbie, reaching around and fondling her breasts as she continued to ride her brother. Debbie bent over, resting her chest on her brother's while her hips worked her pussy up and down his shaft. Stacy Marie's hands moved to roam over other parts of Debbie's naked body. Debbie kissed him, long and passionately. "You did? Did you like it?" "I always thought I shouldn't be having those dreams. Like I was wrong." "Oh, Jon. You really wanted me? Were the dreams good?" "Nothing like this. I can't believe I'm actually fucking you. I've wanted you for so long, you're so beautiful. I thought you hated me." "No, no, no," Debbie cooed, leaving kisses on his lips and all around them, "sweet boy, I never hated you." Her hips slowed into a smooth grind, rolling his cock inside her and pressing her sensitive clit against his pelvis. "I hated me. I thought about you, too, you know. Every girl I saw with you. Everytime. I knew what you were, how you'd be, and I couldn't stand that I couldn't be one of them. I wanted to be fucked so bad, and I knew you were right there, and you would be sooo good." Stacy Marie was listening to all of it. Fuck. What the hell has been happening around here? These two...guess I didn't have to do all this work. Get her high, and they did what they wanted to all along. Good. They can stay here and fuck each other's brains out all day and all night, and she can leave me and Jack the hell alone. "I knew you two needed this," Stacy Marie chimed in. Debbie sat back up, reached behind her head and pulled Stacy Marie into a kiss. "Yes, thank you, Marie. Without you...thank you." Stacy Marie ran her hands down Debbie's back, "Don't thank me...," she teased, her hands grabbing Debbie's ass cheeks and spreading them, "just keep fucking!" "OH!" Debbie yelped in the middle of laughing when Sully blasted into activity beneath her, jackhammering into her pussy. "Oh yeah, little man, FUCK ME!" Stacy Marie sucked a finger into her mouth, getting it wet, then moved it down, probing it around Debbie's tight little asshole as Debbie bent back down onto Sully's chest. "Oh, shit, Marie, what is that? What are you doing?" "Do you like it?" Stacy asked, pressing the finger a little harder against Debbie's tight little entrance. It was a little difficult with Sully steadily slamming his marathon-running cock into the other hole. "I don't know," Debbie gasped, hugging her brother tight. "Yes!" she squealed. Stacy Marie pushed her finger in an inch or two. "OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD!" Debbie howled. "YES! I'MCUMMING, OHMYGOD. FUCKIT! FUCKMEHARD!" Stacy Marie wasn't sure exactly which one of them Debbie was crying out to, but took the cue anyways. Gently, but quickly, she squeezed a second finger into Debbie's tight anus and began thrusting, slamming them into her ass, while Sully coordinated, pounding and pounding and pounding up into her from beneath. "OHMYGOD FUCKMYASS! FUCKMYPUSSY! I'MCOMINGAGAINNNNNN!" Debbie became unintelligible for a full minute as her two lovers violated both holes. "Come here," Stacy Marie said, getting up from the couch and bringing Debbie along with her when the orgasm subsided. Debbie stood up and let Stacy Marie lead her onto all fours on top of the coffee table in front of the couch. "What are we doing now?" Debbie asked as Stacy Marie knelt down behind her and ran her tongue into Debbie's pussy. But then she slid it up and, wet and covered in Debbie's juices and Stacy's own saliva, started licking it around, and probing it into, Debbie's sensitive little sphincter. "Oh!" Debbie chirped. "Oh my god, I can't believe how good that feels!" "You've never used it before?" Stacy asked. "What? No...maybe...Kara. I never thought..." Stacy Marie stood up. Kara...that bitch. Alright, Debbie, you're definitely getting your ass fucked now...hope it hurts. She beckoned Sully over. "Do you want to try it?" Stacy directed at Debbie, keeping her tone cool and playful. "Do you want to try it with your little brother taking your ass the very first time?" Debbie looked back at her as she held still, doggystyle, on top of the coffeetable of the beachhouse. "That's a yes. Sully?" Sully couldn't believe it. He stepped up behind her, cock in hand, her ass perfectly lined up with it. "I don't know," he said, looking down at his sister, bent over in front of him, presenting and bracing herself, "are you-" "Yes, Jon. Please. Please, do it. I want to feel it." Sully relented and positioned the head of his throbbing cock against her tight place. With increasing pressure, he pressed it against her until, finally, with a quick slip, it popped in and Debbie let out a yelp. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Stacy Marie asked as she stood and watched. I can't believe I'm getting Sully fucking her up the ass on video. This is fuckin' great. She won't want ANYONE to know about this. "Yes. Yeah, I'm okay," Debbie panted quickly. "It's just different..." "You want me to stop?" Sully asked, concerned that he might be hurting her. "NO! No, don't. It's good different, good different. Keep going." Slowly, Sully got the length pushed into her. He had to pause when he bottomed out. "Oh my god, Deb, oh my god. I don't think I'm gonna make it." He felt like he was going to shoot his load right then. "Go, Jon. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me like in all your dreams," she breathed heavily in response, the feeling of the pressure of him filling her most virgin space more than she had any idea what to do about. Sully drew back, and pushed in slow one more time. Then, he let loose. Holding her with a vise-grip by the hips, he slammed and slammed, pounded and pounded, and slammed and slammed at beyond full pace for a solid minute as screams and moans and yells of pleasure and sexual energy coursed through their veins and out into the world. Until finally, with one quick, swift sequence of moves, Sully ripped his cock out of her, grabbed it, raised up on his curling toes and erupted in blasts of thick, white cream, launching salvos across Debbie's back and all over her sweat-drenched ass. "AHHHHH!" he screamed as, finally, he got to cum. "Oh my god!" Stacy Marie blurted as she watched the show happen. Debbie collapsed down onto the table top when he had pulled out, and now was turning to a seated position, taking her little brother's spent shaft into her mouth and coaxing the last bits of his lifeforce out as she stroked and licked and sucked with her mouth, and massaged the overexerted flesh with her tongue. "Oh, fuck, that was good," Sully breathed, finally done. Debbie stood up and pulled her brother into a warm embrace and a passionate kiss. "Was that good, Jon?" She said drowsily, her eyes now beginning to drift closed on their own. "Was it like you wanted?" "Yes," was the only reply he had. Debbie gave him another light kiss. "Good." She turned and sat down on the couch. "I'm tired," she said sleepily, "I think I'm just gonna lay here for a little while." She lay down and closed her eyes, naked. Spent. Sully looked at Stacy Marie. She smiled back at him. "That was crazy," he said. "And wild," she responded. "Do you think she's okay?" Stacy Marie looked down at the dozing girl. "Yeah. She'll be back to normal in the morning. You just wore her out, lover." "You're not going to...?" "Tell anybody? No, Sully, this was just us." "Okay, thanks. I can't believe it all happened. I think I'm gonna go take a shower." He started walking off and disappeared down the hall. Stacy Marie looked down at Debbie again, and grabbed her cell phone from the floor where it had fallen off the table. Pressing a few buttons, she smiled to herself. Just us. Justice. Then turned, and walked off to join Sully in his shower. He's got one more in him. Closed Doors Ep. 09 Guest (Pt. 03) "Okay, good," Deanna grinned. "One more thing..." Dave looked at her expectantly. "Do you think we could bring him too? I think we could all have some fun." She punctuated that with a very suggestive look that left no doubts as to what she meant. Dave looked at her for a moment, then glanced toward the bar to find College Guy had just started his way back. Well, I'd rather not have to have another guy around. Hell with it. It's still a threesome. I'll still get to fuck her. "Yeah, okay. We can do that." Closed Doors Ep. 09 Guest (Pt. 03) "But we came down here. And we're not who we are. And it was so much fun. But I was still me. Inside. And down here, I could have you. And inside, I could have you. Even if it could only be for this week." Jack nodded his understanding, his following along. Hayley continued. "But Zooey came. And I like her, I really do. But it was just like all of the sudden, we're back to who we are. I'm your sister, and you're my brother. And it was just over. But I didn't want it to be over. I know it was going to be over when we left, but we haven't left. And I saw you two, and something just shot through me. So badly, I wanted to be her. To be kissing you, to be touching you. And I couldn't." She paused for a second. "And then he showed up." "Hayley..." Jack trailed off. "No, Jack. Don't feel bad about it. It's all my problem. You don't have anything to do with it. I know we can't be together. But when I've been with you, here, I feel so safe with you. So completely warm and free. Even when it was just you holding me. And it felt good. I haven't ever had that feeling with anyone else. And it was nice. I know I want to find it again, and I know that it can't be you." She paused again. "But I guess the problem is that we're still here. And you still hold me. But I've lost you. And she found you. And I can't feel you now. Because Zooey knows who we are." Jack sat silently. He pulled her back against him and held her while he stroked her hair with the arm he had wrapped around her shoulder. Quietly, they sat for a while. Then, "I miss you, too," Jack said quietly. Hayley quickly lifted her head up to look at his face. She didn't understand. What does that mean? He 'misses' me? Then, her answer came. Jack lowered his lips to hers and lingered there. Until she melted into him. Her mouth opened, willing his tongue to enter. And he didn't disappoint her. When they finally separated, Hayley held her lips close to his as she breathed her speech into his mouth. "What about Zooey?" Jack slid his hand up to the side of her face. "She's not here." "She's not?" Hayley asked in a breathy, heightened, anticipatory whisper. "No." Jack's lips curved into a smile, the minute distance between their lips allowing Hayley's lips to curve with his. She pressed her soft lips back to his. Jack's hand found it's way down to Hayley's smooth, bare thigh. She groaned her approval into his mouth as she held his face with both hands. Without breaking the touch of her lips on his, she shifted her body up from his, onto her knees, and nimbly slid her leg across his hips and nestled herself down into the V made by his bent up legs and his torso and rested down onto his lap. Jack smiled and let out a little chuckle into her mouth, amused by the cuteness of his little sister. She smiled back into his lips. Hayley felt Jack's touch as he lowered his hands to either side of him and started pressing his palms into her thighs and slid them slowly up and down. She moaned. "Thank you, Jack," she whispered, pulling back just the tiniest bit from his lips. Just enough to speak. "Why are you thanking me?" Jack asked in the same whisper as Hayley. He was sliding his hands around the back of her thighs and around her hips to press his fingers into the velvety skin of her perfectly toned ass cheeks. Hayley moaned at the massage. "Because you are so good to me," she said in between the shower of kisses she started planting all over his face. "Stop!" Jack laughed as he tried in vain to twist his head around out of the range of her attack. He smacked her lightly on her ass and she squealed, then giggled. But she stopped. Hayley looked him deep in the eyes, serious in all her being. "Jack," she said with a dramatic pause, "seriously, thank you for doing this for me." She kissed him. Jack ran his hands up over the sweatshirt and rubbed along her back. "I'm doing it for me, too, Hayley." She smiled real big and leaned back a little on the backrest Jack provided with his thighs and knees. "Really?" Jack nodded, and brought his hands back down to her thighs. Hayley leaned up again and pressed a passionate kiss into him and while her tongue tickled his, she felt his hands slip up under the bottom of the sweatshirt. In response, Hayley wiggled her warm, panty-clad mound into Jack's crotch. She felt him push back a little. Jack grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt she had stolen from him and started pulling it up. Hayley lifted her arms up over her head and whimpered at having to break the kiss as his hands and the bunching fabric reached her breasts and slid the garment up over her head and tossed it off to the side. He looked down at her now before she could press back up against his bare chest. The tight, thin, spaghetti strap tank top she had on, molded to her form, was the same color of light pink as the bikini-cut panties that were grinding into his cock. Hayley planted her lips back on his while she reached down between their bodies and started undoing the knot in the drawstring of Jack's shorts. When she got it undone, she lifted her hips up from his. "Lift up a little, Jack," she ordered breathily. Jack raised his hips up from the ground slightly and Hayley reached her hands behind her and grasped the bottom of the shorts. Quickly, with a gentle tug, she pulled them out from under her, exposing Jack's hardening cock beneath her wet panties. In one continuous motion she slipped them up over his knees and let them fall back down his legs to his ankles. Jack pulled one foot out of the shorts and used the other foot to kick them off completely. Hayley lowered herself back down onto him and jumped a little when the bare shaft of Jack's cock pressed up into her concealed wetness and rubbed the wet panties across her sensitive clit. Before she could lean back in and kiss him, Jack reached up and traced a finger lightly against the thin cotton that formed to her hard nipples, which made her squirm again. Gently, his hands widened to grasp her breasts and he squeezed and kneaded as his thumbs continued to tease the hard nubs pressing out towards him. Hayley leaned back in while he was playing with her breasts and gave him a quick, deep kiss before she leaned back. Swiftly, she threw her arms down, crossing them, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and slid it up and off. It gave Jack a little pause to see his little sister's bared breasts here in the moonlight. They were sculpted, and set to glow by the radiance of the lunar lamp. Very slowly, almost in amazement, his hands moved back up. Softly, almost like he was afraid that too hard of a touch would break them, his fingertips grazed up under the curve of the bottom of her breasts, and around to the sides. He traced a circle up around the top of the mounds and in to the valley between them. "Touch me, Jack. Feel me," Hayley begged as much as ordered. She wanted to feel him feel her. When he took a firm grip of one of her breasts and gave the nipple on the other one a little squeeze, she groaned and started grinding her wet panties up and down Jack's bare cock. "Oh, Jack. I love it when you touch me." Jack pressed his cock up into her as his hands worked with her luscious globes. With the increased pressure up against her hot pussy, he had to brace himself a little more when she moved harder and faster on him. "Oh, shit, Jack," Hayley moaned, dropping her head back, eyes closed to the stars above. "Oh, fuck. Hmmmmmm." Immediately, her hands dropped from his shoulders and snapped down, grasping the waist bands on her panties. She pulled them up hard, sinking the fabric into her pussy. "OH FUCK!!!!" she screamed as she came into the tight fabric. As the waist bands ripped apart, the snap of them prompted a high pitched squeal from her little mouth. Finally, she fell down against his chest, sinking her head onto Jack's shoulder, breathing heavy, hot air onto his broad shoulders. Jack wrapped his arms around her and held her, stroking her skin as she calmed back down. "You okay, sweetie?" he whispered in her ear. "You destroyed your panties." He felt her giggle against his neck. Hayley leaned back from him after a minute or so and smiled down at him before she gave him a long kiss. When she pulled her lips from his, she reached down between them and grabbed the torn panties that were under her, separating, barring her from feeling the sensation of Jack's bare skin against her bare skin, the final barrier, and pulled it up slowly, pointedly, between their chests and up across Jack's mouth and nose. She giggled when he stuck his tongue out to lick through her wet intimates. Hayley tossed her panties away and slid the fingertips on the other hand back down Jack's chest to grasp his throbbing shaft under her. Very lightly she leaned into her brother as her hips raised up from him and she slipped him up into her. Slowly, and accompanied by several deep, chesty breaths and low moans, the young girl took his stretching cock back into her tight tunnel until she was sitting back down on her lover. She had to stop and hold herself as her body adjusted to the size of her intruder. She wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and started a long, sensual kiss. Jack adjusted his position by folding and dropping his legs to sit Indian-style under her on the beach. Hayley started slowly grinding her hips up and down, then around in little circles on his hips. Grinding her clit against him soaked his crotch with her wetness, and the twirling drove him mad as his cock twisted maddeningly inside of her. Jack reached around her and started sliding his hands up and down her back, which got her to start moving up and down in time with his hands. Hayley started to speed up, until Jack stopped her. "Go slow, Hayley. We're not in any hurry here," he said to her. She smiled down at him, and lost her breath, and muscle control in her neck. Her head fell back and she stared up at the stars when Jack's lips wrapped around one of her nipples and his cock started pushing up into her, slowly, but firmly. She gasped when moments later, Jack pulled his mouth from her breast and the cool night air hit the wetness of his mouth left behind on her skin. A shiver went down her spine as Jack was beginning to send one up it. Jack wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, planting the other down onto the sand as he began to shift up to change positions. Hayley, though, wasn't cooperating, and as he got up onto his knees, with her body still clinging to him, her giggles made him lose his balance, and they capsized, rolling down the sand and closer to the water. "Shit!" Hayley giggled. She found herself on her back in the sand when they stopped. "That was your fault," Jack smiled down at her, laying between her thighs. "My fault? Why- OH!" Hayley squealed as the tide from the water came in and nipped at her toes where her feet were planted on the sand. Jack felt it come in, too. "Damn, I wasn't counting on that!" he laughed. "You want to move?" Hayley looked up at him and bit her lip. Then she shook her head no and grinned up at him. Jack leaned his head down and kissed her as he readjusted his body over top of her. Holding himself up with one arm, he guided his cock back into her and began a slow, almost tortuous, pattern of sliding in and back inside of Hayley. "Jack," Hayley moaned softly as Jack filled her, back and forth, over and over, "are you making love to me now?" This is different, it's slow, caring. Jack looked wordlessly down at his little sister, and without answering he dipped his head down and started kissing the side of her neck underneath her ear. His thrusts became a little more intense, but still slow and flowing. He felt Hayley start breathing heavier into his shoulder after she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He trailed his lips up under her chin and planted kisses around to the other side of her neck. Hayley started panting softly. "Jack..." she said in a whisper, more of an acknowledgement than the beginning of a sentence or a question. Jack sped up a little inside her, pushing a little harder against her when he pressed into her, and the pressure on her clit was driving her closer. She felt a sizzle starting inside her that was slowly spreading up her chest, and down her thighs. "Jack...". Jack could feel her velvet start to squeeze and grip around the shaft of his cock as he started driving it in to her. Slowly, but quickening. Forcefully, but not roughly. He was quickly building up, her grip and squeeze on all parts of his body driving his nerve endings crazy and forcing them more and more into firing off. Hayley lost it inside. There was an explosion. Fireworks, going off in rapid succession, like the big finale. If she could have thought coherently, she might have recognized the irony in that description, but right now, she just squeezed her body tightly around her brother as she felt him erupt into her, sending another wave of erotic sensation coursing through her. Then, just as she was being electrocuted from the inside out, a wave washed up under them. "OH!" Hayley screamed. The cold water on her hot pussy was an instant, surprise sensation that served to prolong her extended orgasm. Jack slowed to a stop, breathing heavily. That was one of the slowest, unexpected orgasms he had had in his life. He hadn't expected at all to be ready to cum when Hayley started to. But he did, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was something about her that had provided the chance of it happening. He watched his little sister as her eyelids and her lips started to unclench and open and her body relax and settle into the wet sand beneath them. Hayley looked up at her big brother. Silent, she grinned a bashful grin at him. "What?" Jack asked softly. "You made me cum." Jack responded by a little confused look that Hayley just dismissed by lifting her lips up to press into his, kissing him as they came back down from their plateaus. "We should probably go," he whispered to her after a few minutes of laying there on the beach. "I know," Hayley replied. "Thank you, Jack. This week has been amazing." Jack kissed her again. They untangled themselves and stood up, the back of Hayley's body molded with a skin of wet sand. Jack laughed. He handed her the sweatshirt, since it alone would cover everything that needed to be, and Hayley slipped it on as Jack put his shorts back on and picked up the other clothes Hayley had been wearing. He handed her the tiny tank top, then held up the destroyed remains of her panties. "What are we going to do with these?" he laughed. Hayley giggled. "I can't believe you ripped them off of yourself," Jack laughed. Hayley blushed in the moonlight. "I wasn't exactly in control at that moment, Jack." She watched in curiosity as it was apparent that Jack had an idea, then in surprised amazement as he knelt down, dug a little hole in the sand and buried them in the beach. "Jack!" Hayley giggled. "What?" He said innocently, standing back up. "Buried treasure. Some 15 year old guy is going to come along and find it, and you'll have made his day." Hayley erupted into a fit of giggles as she shook her head and wrapped her arm around Jack's, holding her body close to her as they walked back to the cabana. They quietly stepped back in, pausing to listen for any sign that Zooey had woken up, but she hadn't. Jack walked his little sister to her bedroom door, and gave her a kiss. She smiled up at him innocently, appreciatively, watching him turn and disappear into the black of the darkness as the sound of his feet on the steps and up to his normal life stabbed at her a little more than she would have liked. ---- The morning light was bright out in the poolhouse. Karen blinked her eyes rapidly as they adjusted to it. When her vision cleared, the first thing she saw was the back of Paul's head. She realized that at some point while she was sleeping she had cuddled up behind him and now they were both laying on their sides and Karen had an arm wrapped around him. Slowly, trying not to wake him up, Karen pulled her arm off and scooted out of bed. Walking lightly, she made her way over to one of Jack's drawers and found a big black Carolina Panthers t-shirt to put on. She checked herself in a floor-length mirror, and it was enough to cover up all her bits even if the tiniest part of the bottom curve of her ass still showed when she was standing. Just as quietly, she slipped the glass door of the poolhouse open and stepped out, heading into the house to make some coffee. Standing and waiting for the brewing to complete, Karen tried to think about what she had done, but she couldn't. Her mind wouldn't have it. She tried to feel bad about it, it was cheating after all, but she didn't. Totally against what she thought her reaction would, or should, be, a smile formed on her lips. A smile she hadn't had for a long time. It's not like I could ever really have an affair, but last night was...it was great. She poured the coffee into two large mugs and took them out to the poolhouse. Closed Doors Ep. 09 Guest (Pt. 03) "Do you think she likes me?" Zooey asked as they were alone again. Jack looked at her with an expression that showed that her question surprised him while at the same time he was trying to judge whether it was a serious question or not. "Yeah. She likes you. Why wouldn't she?" Zooey dropped her eyes and shook her head a little. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I just feel something, or see a look in her eye. It's probably just me. I just really want her to like me. She's so close to you and everything." Jack smiled and wrapped her into a hug. "I'm sure she likes you. And I'm sure she's gonna love you." Zooey smiled back at him and gave him a little kiss. "You think?" "I know." "Okay," she said, swinging her legs off the couch. "I'm going to go shower upstairs." She stood up and started to walk towards the stairs, but suddenly paused and turned back around. She walked up in front of Jack and bent over at the waist, her loose, well-endowed chest moving freely with their own weight under the shirt. She planted a kiss on Jack's lips. It was just going to be a quick one, but as she began to pull away, Jack reached out, grabbing her waist, and pulled her to him. Zooey lost her balance at the unexpected motion and fell down on top of him. She let out a surprised yelp and giggled but was quickly silenced by a pair of lips and the tongue that emerged from them. It wasn't a few seconds later that, again, they heard the sound of Hayley's door and quickly Zooey unwrapped herself from Jack's hold and pushed herself back up to stand. Hayley saw the embarrassed correcting of positions between her brother and his new love. It sucks that we have to go back to the real world today. I wish I could stay here with him longer. Be like that with him. But look how they are. They're so...I don't know. They need to go back. They have to start their relationship. I think I'm really glad, really, that they found each other. I don't know. When was the last time I've seen Jack like this. It's been so long. Shit. Ami I staring? The three of them looked at each other as everyone felt the awkward silence. Zooey thinking it was about her and Jack. Hayley thinking it was all her and her prolonged stare. Then Hayley broke the tension by giggling and shaking her head at herself, she knew everyone paused because she had slid from just a look to staring as the little conversation she had with herself went on a little too long. Zooey started laughing too, a release of nervousness, having just asked Jack about her and now having had her stop and stare at them while she pulled herself off of the girls brother. Hayley smiled and did an immediate right turn and slipped into the bathroom. "Okay, I'm going," Zooey informed Jack. He tried to grab her again but she hopped out of reach, laughing. "Don't be long," Jack smiled back at her. "Sorry, Jack, but I have a lot of hair," she grinned flirtily. "It does take some time to wash." She moved around behind the back of the sofa and quickly, lightly, bent over and gave Jack a peck on the cheek before she bounced and skipped away up the stairs. Jack looked at the door to the downstairs bathroom. The one Hayley was in. He was half-erect. He had been since the little eye-footsie game he and his sister had played while she sat across from him drinking her orange juice. The little game had made his little sister's nipples hard. He had watched them get that way, saw them do it, and knew why it was that they did. Twisting his neck, he looked up at the loft when he heard the door up there close. Should I? She said she would be a while. And I know I won't get stopped. His cock got a little harder at the thought. Then he heard the shower upstairs start flowing. Fuckin' hell. That's it. Now or never. Jack pushed himself up from the couch. Hayley jumped, surprised, when Jack quickly slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. "Jack? What's going on?" He walked up to his sister, who still had her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the boxers she was wearing. He had busted in, interrupting her as she was starting to undress. Jack grabbed her face, softly with his hands, cupping her soft, rosy cheeks and laid a deep, passionate kiss on her lips. Hayley's eyes closed and her head fell back as she melted into his mouth. The hands that were going to push her boxers down now moved around his waist. Jack pulled his face back from her after several moments and she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. "One more time?" he asked, as much rhetorically as anything. Hayley's face lit up, cradled in Jack's hands. A sparkle glinted in her eyes as excited energy, palpable waves, started radiating from her body. Jack felt them flow through him. "We have to be quick though," Jack said, throwing his hand down to grip her waist. He spun her around and pushed her back against the wall. In a frenzy, between wild, tongue-thrashing kisses, Jack stripped the unsubstantial tank top from her and, for the second time in less than a few hours, Hayley untied his shorts. She shoved them down over his hips frantically freeing his erection as his body pressed against her against the wall. They dropped and Jack managed to slip his feet out of them. In a flash, Jack dropped down to a crouch in front of her and ripped the boxers she wore down to the floor. "Oh!" Hayley chirped at the suddenness and the force of Jack's desire, his need. She giggled as she stepped out of them. Jack's tongue started at her left knee and quickly slathered up her body to her mouth, making unbroken detours for a quick pass through her thoroughly aroused slit, tickling her hard, protruding clit, and over one of the rock hard nipples on her perky tits. As he stood, Jack grabbed under Hayley's right knee and pulled it up to his hip. She kept it there when he released it and grabbed her waist. He lifted her up a couple of feet in one strong pull and pinned her against the wall with his body. Hayley instinctively brought her dangling legs around his hips and wrapped them tight. "Oh, god," she kissed him, "come on, Jack," she kissed him, "fuck me, Jack," she kissed him, "fuck me!" Jack was a little taken aback with his little sister's dirty, blunt, direct commands. Her talking like this wasn't exactly an everyday thing, but it quickly stoked the fire inside of him. He reached down to his rock hard cock standing up proudly underneath her and rubbed the tip through her blazing hot folds. When she felt the head against her entrance, Hayley slid down quickly, enough to slip down onto the first few inches of him. "Oh, god," she moaned, feeling him beginning to spread her open. "Yessssss....". Jack didn't hesitate to plunge up into her as his hands slipped to hold her by her thighs. Immediately, he began pounding his cock into her throbbing, wanting, begging pussy. If Hayley hadn't already been pressed tightly against the wall, Jack fucking her this forcefully would have had her bouncing off of it. "Oh, shit, Jack!" she moaned into his ear, "fuck me. Oh fuck. Grab my boob, Jack." Jack, very quickly and purposefully, grabbed her wrist and pulled her right arm up over her head and wrapped her hand around a clothes rack bar on the wall above her. If he was only going to be able to support her with one hand, she was going to have to help out. The hand he used to pull her arm up snapped down and squeezed around her bouncing tit. "Oh," Hayley moaned. She took her free hand and squeezed it over his, pressing his touch harder into her supple, sensitive flesh. She could feel her hard nipple, pressing, pushing into the palm of his hand. "Oh, god," she said in a breathy whisper at his ear, "I can't believe this is the last time we're doing this. Oh shit, Jack, I'm gonna cum soon. Fuck! I'm gonna-". Jack, feeling her pussy contract, flutter and pulse around his pistoning shaft, turned into overdrive. Pounding with abandon into his little sister, the charge that was laid from the first moment he watched her nipples get hard, while she innocently drank orange juice, detonated. The explosion of his cum blasted out into her quivering well. "Oh SHIT! FUCK! OH!" Hayley started screaming as the relentless battering of her sex as Jack unloaded inside of her and her own electrical overload fired all of her cells at one to acknowledge existence. Every single millimeter of her body screamed, 'I AM HERE!' Jack, though, had at least enough wits about him to slam his mouth over hers so that the top of the lungs screaming that Zooey would definitely be able to hear wouldn't be heard. Hayley, for her part, didn't really quiet her uncontrollable, pleasured outbursts. She was just screaming them into his panting mouth. After about a minute, they began to calm down from their excitement and Jack slipped from her, pulling a mixture of their juices out along with his cock, and gently lowered her to stand on the floor. Hayley's legs, though, weren't that much in her control, and she just kept sliding down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor as she drew in big gulps of air. Jack kneeled down with her. "Are you okay, Hayley?" Hayley looked up at him with half-open, cloudy, unfocused eyes and said in heavy breaths, "Oh, I'm perfect, Jack." She smiled at him and let her head fall blissfully back against the wall. Jack leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "That you are, little girl. That you are." "You know," Hayley said with contented closed eyes and a satisfied, yet teasing, smile, "you're the only one that ever gets away with calling me that." Jack chuckled. "Well, I'll feel privileged then." He reached out and grabbed his shorts from where they had been dropped on the floor. "You gonna be okay?" Hayley nodded, eyes still closed. "Yeah, I just need a minute." She paused, for effect. "I don't know what happened, really, but I was getting ready to take my shower, and all of the sudden, somehow, all the energy was just drained from me." Her eyes opened and she looked at him with a smile and a twink in her eye, teasing him. Jack chuckled a little at her joke, then his face got a little more serious. "I'll miss you." Hayley's face dropped into a serious, deeply heartfelt expression. She just looked at him for a second, just on the edge of producing a tear, astonished that he had said that, remembering the deeper meaning that particular phrase had just between the two of them. "I'll miss you too, Jack." Jack leaned forward and kissed her. Hayley brought her hand lightly up to his chest for a moment before they separated. "Don't be sad," Jack whispered. "I won't, Jack," Hayley whispered back, looking at him with her big, sad eyes. "I promise." "We're okay?" Hayley nodded rapidly with a small, forced smile. "We're perfect, Jack. Just...yeah." "Alright, little girl," he said and gave her another kiss before he stood up and slipped back into his shorts. He reached his hand out to Hayley and she took his help to stand up. "I better go. Zooey said her showers were long, but we shouldn't really push it." "Yeah," Hayley agreed. With another kiss, Jack turned and disappeared from the bathroom, leaving Hayley alone. She brought her hands up to her lips, lightly pressing her fingers to the remnants of his kiss.