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Wheeling Park Ch. 04

By: Ameaner



After the kids were up, fed and gone and I'd finished cleaning up, I ventured outside to make sure there was no litter around the lot from the night before. I collected bottles and cans, neatening all the lawn chairs people had contributed, claiming they'd only have to bring it the next time they came over, anyway. I couldn't help but notice that there wasn't one cigarette butt on the ground. Not one. I took the full ashtrays inside, dumped and cleaned them and took them back out, putting them on the table again and sat down with a smile as I recollected the great time I had the night before.

The people at Wheeling Park were just fabulous, there was no other way to describe it. Disarmingly friendly, it was as if I'd known them all for half my life. They had a way of treating me like an equal, no worse, no better, yet it was common to receive little compliments on the RV, the food, my smile, etc.. At one point, Carrie actually ran her fingers through my hair, telling me how beautiful and soft and thick it was, wanting to know my secret and unaware of the tingles that she sent down my neck.

I thought of Kevin then and my contented smile slipped. The guilt I'd been feeling over my decision to leave with the kids and come out here was as big and heavy as the RV behind my back again. It would come and go, these feelings, usually when there was nobody else around and all the chores were finished, but it had hit me the day before, right in front of Shelly when I'd told her in conversation that I was divorced. She saw something was wrong, asked me if I wanted to talk about it, and that's how she ended up being the first person to learn about my little revelation about myself the day before. 

She told me I did the right thing in leaving home for the summer, told me that even if I was boring, which she doubted, divorcing a woman who didn't cheat, kept a clean house while her man was gone, cooked, cleaned and brought up two children for him on that basis was, 'just plain wrong'. It helped and I was using it then to try to bring myself out of my doldrums, staring at the clean ashtrays in front of me.

"Hello, Trudy."

I was startled out of my little universe where only I and the ashtrays existed by a well built woman with shoulder length, brown hair. I guessed she was taller than my five foot six by about three inches with soft curves and a bigger bust line than mine. She wore a pair of sunglasses with rounded, mirrored lenses, a white undershirt with an unbuttoned black leather vest, a pair of snug, faded jeans and low heeled cowboy boots.

What really grabbed my attention was her presence, a very real thing that her expression and walk conveyed, almost a male assuredness that spoke of self confidence and authority despite her natural, outdoorsy beauty. I stood, shaking the hand she offered as I looked into her sharp green eyes after she removed her lenses.

"Hello. I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." I greeted with a little smile.

"I'm sorry." she replied with an easy smile of her own. "My name is Olivia, I'm Ollie and Shelly's daughter. Just got in a couple hours ago and I thought I'd come over to introduce myself. Nice rig." she added, gesturing with her head to the RV.

"Oh, thank you, and it's a pleasure to meet you. I just love your parents, they're jewels."

"They certainly seem to like you."

"Would you like a coffee?"

"Hmmm, no thanks but if there's any leftovers from your hibachi,..."

"Say no more, Olivia, come right in and make yourself at home while I serve something up. Or, would you rather eat out here?"

"I think, inside."

She really did make herself at home, immediately going to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water before lifting the tinfoil covers I'd fashioned over the plates of leftover barbecued meats and vegetables from the night before.

"Olivia, I can get that, why don't you just sit down and relax, you've only just got here, you said."

"No, it's fine. Besides, according to Mum you were up running food and drinks to everyone all last night, so you just relax."

"Are you sure?"

"Totally, sit. Would you like anything?"

"Well, now that I see you with that water, I guess I wouldn't mind a bottle myself."

She grabbed another and put it on the table where I sat at one end of the horseshoe booth.

"Enjoying the park?"

"So far, I love it here, and I haven't even seen the whole thing yet."

"You seemed a little down when I walked into the lot." she observed with her back to me while piling some food on a paper towel.

"Oh,... yes, I was just thinking of something."

"Your ex-husband. I hope you don't mind." she said, turning and sitting across from me at the table. "Mum told me. She's right, you know, that's one really shitty thing that he did to you."

"Well,... But he was right about me."

"You're here, aren't you?"

"Yes, but look what it took."

"You still love him?"

I just nodded, looking at the table.

"It's because you feel abandoned by him." she said around a mouthful of steak. "And you have every right to feel that way, because that's what he did to you. He's the man, why didn't he force you into this RV, whether you liked it, or not?"

I shrugged, but looked up in her face, never having thought of the situation like this before.

"I mean, how does a person just up and abandon a loyal spouse after spending so much time with her, raising kids with her? Just try to imagine the circumstances needed for you to do that to him."

I could only look at her now as she looked me directly in the eye, obviously expecting an answer.

"Maybe if he cheated on me."

"Maybe if he cheated on you. In a sense he did, you know. Again, I'm sorry, but Mum told me you told her that he left you for another woman. Even if he didn't fuck her before he left you, he knew where he was going, didn't he?"

I began crying then. I couldn't say why, I never even cried about my divorce while I was going through it, other than shedding a few tears over the stress of the whole thing, but never for the lost marriage itself. I put my head in my hands and I just let it all out while she got up and put her arms around me, making small soothing sounds while I realized that what she was saying was true. He had no right to do that to me, to us. A few minutes later I, was drying my face with a piece of paper towel she'd given me, still sniffling a little and apologizing for my emotional outburst.

"Don't apologize, Trudy, you needed that."

"I uhh, I never thought of things like that before. I mean, I just (sniff) stupidly thought it was,... one of those things. Why didn't I see that?"

"It's hard to see the big picture, sometimes, when you're at the center of it."

"Well, thank you, Olivia. And I want you to know that you've made a friend today. If I can ever do anything at all for you, just ask."

"Call me 'Liv.", she said with a smile, brushing my hair out of my face before going back to her seat across from me.

"Alright, Liv."

"Have you been to town yet?"

"No." I answered, wondering suddenly who this woman was, that she could just walk into my life and clarify things for me so quickly and easily. "But, I would like to get more beer. I bought a little as a treat for the kids every once in a while, but I didn't count on entertaining."

"Well, like I say, I just got in and I have to pick up some things, too. I'd like to get that over and done with, so I can settle in, would you like to come?"

"I'd love to."

"I'll call Junior and tell him to get a few boys together."

"Tell me, why do the locals dislike you all so much? I just love everyone I've met here, what could their problem with you people possibly be?"

"Well,...", she sighed, "this isn't exactly a wealthy area. They have very little and that's unfortunate, but they resent us for what we have. And since we're in their area, that makes them feel they have a right to our belongings and to sometimes treat us like shit when we go to town for supplies. I suppose they're to be pitied, more than anything, but we have to protect ourselves just the same."

"Has anyone ever gotten hurt?"

"Not really, not yet. We've beaten a few thieves we caught inside the park a few times, but nothing really bad, just enough to dissuade the others, but it doesn't seem to work."

"Have you called the RCMP and explained the situation to them?"

"They rarely ever come up here and there's nothing they could do anyway. More than that, we don't want them around. Wheeling Park is our private little getaway where the rules are our own and we want it to stay that way, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do. You take care of your own."

Olivia smiled at me and gave me a short nod, as though in approval, and said, "That's exactly what I mean. Once we let someone else look after us, as ineffectual as they'd be, we lose the ability to live by our own rules. And Trudy,... You and your kids count as one of our own, now."

"Thank you. And somehow, I know that really means something."

"You could bet your life on it, baby." she said with a wink, pointing her finger at me like it was a gun and clicking her tongue.

"Oh, no!" I fussed a few minutes later in the rear bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked from the table after having made arrangements on her cell phone.

"Ohh! I forgot my makeup! Probably all went bad a long time ago, anyway, but I wanted to wear some for a change and,... all these clothes I bought yesterday aren't suitable! They make me look as though I just fell off the blasted Mayflower!"

"You're pouting, Trudy." she said from right behind me. 

I turned to see her smiling at me and took note again of how attractive she was, despite her tomboyish outward appearance and demeanor. I laughed a little at her judgment, but she was right. 

"If only I took more time to prepare."

"Then, you wouldn't have met Junior. Don't worry about makeup, I have some at home and we look generally enough alike,... Let's see what you got for clothes, sugar."

(sugar?)

She quickly scanned the summer dresses without much interest, but removed the denim shorts and tossed them on the bed. She went on until she found a thin, white, sleeveless cotton top that buttoned halfway down.

"Whoa.", she said, looking at all the lingerie I'd bought while I flushed behind her, adding, "Nothing boring about any of this."

"Umm, I don't know why I, uhh, bought all that."

"I'd say you wanted to wear it.", she answered, selecting a nice pair of low cut, black silk panties with a floral print on them and laying those on the bed, then asking, "Bathing suit?"

"Two of them, next drawer down."

"Nice.", she said, holding them up a moment later, the little black, two piece and the white, one piece, looking at me as if picturing me wearing them. "Why are you so red-faced?" she asked with a laugh. 

"I don't know."

"Relax, Trudy. You don't have to wear this stuff, this is just what I'd suggest if you're having trouble deciding. Wear whatever you want, that's what this place is all about. But, if you have to wear a bra, why not use your bikini top? I wanted to take a swim out to the sandbar later, you should come."

"Jen was there and told me about it, it sounds nice."

"Ohh,...", Olivia exclaimed, picking up the babydoll I wore to bed two nights ago. "Can I borrow this for a while?"

"It's just department store quality and it barely fits me, but if you like it, please take it, it's yours."

"Are you sure? You just got this, didn't you?"

"Liv, after our little talk, I feel so much better about,... things. By all means, take that and anything else you see there that you'd like."

Olivia shone that smile on me again, before saying, "I can't wait to meet your kids. I bet they're just like you."

"I'd say Jen is like her father, Jarid is like me. I think."

"You think?"

"Kids close themselves off to some degree when they become teens. Jen did too, but not like Jarid did. Especially after the divorce."

"Men are closed. I'd expect that."

"Really?"

"Just my opinion, but I've yet to meet him. Get ready and come on out, we'll go to my place and do your makeup. As far as your clothes go, why don't I just see what I'm in the mood for on a day to day basis and leave it at that? You can't give away all your clothes, sugar, but I appreciate the offer."

I decided to wear exactly what she suggested. The black bikini top was plainly visible under my shirt.

"Should I wear a jacket or something?" I asked coming out of my room. 

"I think you're good like that, but it's up to you. Just keep in mind how hot it's going to be later."

"Good point."

"Plus, you're a very attractive woman, Trudy. Why would you want to cover that up?"

"Um, thank you." I managed, flushing again.

"So, you don't usually wear makeup?"

"No."

"Come on, then. I'll doll you up. I'm pretty good with the old whorelore, you know."

Her medium length trailer was a cluttered mess and I had to stop myself from straightening things. She led me to her kitchen table and sat me down beside it. After giving me a beer from her refrigerator, she disappeared to her own darkened bedroom, reappearing again a few moments later with what was obviously her makeup bag.

Olivia sat opposite me, her spread legs around my closed knees as she set to work applying her makeup to my face. As I watched her, I was struck again at that quality of beauty she had. And was it only the beer so early in the day that made me want to stare at her?

"What?" she asked, glancing ever so quickly at my eyes before refocusing on her work.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you're a very interesting person."

"Really?"

"I hope it's not too forward of me to say, but beyond your obvious beauty, there's this charm that you have. No, not charm,... I don't know, maybe charm, but it's really something."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. So I can stare now?" I asked, definitely feeling a bit giddy from the beer, but more and more relaxed with this new friend.

She smiled and said I could.

When she was finished and I was halfway through my second beer, I was surprised to say the least. I looked so different, I couldn't believe it. Not boring at all.

"Is that really me?" I laughed.

"You were always like this. Makeup just helps to bring it out, to highlight that, like it does any other beautiful woman. I'm sure you've heard of what Tina Turner really looks like. Half those old celebrity fleabags are long on makeup and short on real looks, but not you."

"I think it's just that you're an artist."

"I am, but like I said, you were beautiful before I started. Let's hop, sugar."



~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ 

It was a great outing, that day with her. After I left a note for the kids, we took off in Carries red car, Olivia driving the loud powerhouse in such a way as a man would. Again, this was the type of allure that she had, the sure confidence of authority over the car, the road and herself. Behind us was a pickup truck with six men in it, four of them in back as they raced to keep up with us, and the feeling of safety I enjoyed created a mood of contentment I couldn't remember having felt for a good long time, if ever.

At one point, standing in a general store and waiting to pay, she walked up beside me in her black denim cut-offs and yellow, V-necked summer shirt, saying very casually and conversationally, "Your ass is hanging out of your shorts just a little."

I blushed as the head of an old woman jerked in front of me.

"I just thought you might want to know." she added, flashing a pointed look at the old woman.

"Oh,... well, I didn't try them on in the store."

"Don't get me wrong, it doesn't bother me. It's a nice ass."

"Uhh, well, I used to work out."

"It shows."

"Thank you. I love your breasts." 

I couldn't believe I'd said it. I flushed as deeply as I possibly could, but was determined to keep up with this little game.

"Would you like to see them later on?"

"Alright."

We almost died laughing when we got back to the car, as mortified as I was by my public misbehavior, but the thing was that I enjoyed it, not only for the opportunity to prove to myself that I wasn't boring, but because it turned me on. Undeniably.

After a quick trip to the liquor store, a clothing store and a drug store, we were on our way back, our entourage behind us as they always were. She and I spoke about a lot of things, she about her job as 'Regional Manager' for all of her father's businesses scattered here and there throughout Ontario and Quebec. She told interesting stories of what she'd seen in her travels and things she'd learned, while I told her the stories of my own life, such as they were.

Once we stored our goods at our respective 'homes', we returned Carrie's car to her lot, Olivia leaving it behind a large pickup truck.

"Dick's got a boat- he's Carrie's husband -we should ask him to take us out sometime soon.", she said, leaving the keys in the ignition.

"Sounds like fun."

"As long as I'm there. He runs that boat like he stole it. Probably did, knowing him." she added with a laugh. "He'll get himself killed one of these days and dad's always after him about it. As long as I'm there, he'll behave himself, though."

"I hope so."

"No prob, sugar. Let's see if Robbie and Jet are home next door, Carrie might be there."

She wasn't and nobody was home. Olivia shaded her eyes with her hand to her brow and looked out at the lake. 

"Not at the sandbar, either. Oh well. You said you can swim, right?"

"Yes."

"You'll love this, it's better than what your daughter could have described. C'mon, take your shirt and shorts off and leave them here."

"Um,... You mean to go swimming in my panties?"

"Sure. Same thing and you've got your bikini top."

"But people will see me.", I said as she took off her own shirt, exposing a pink, string bikini top that covered her nipples and not a lot more of her large, well shaped breasts.

"That's alright. Just look what I have on." She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them over her hips to land on the grass, where she neatly stepped out of them, then stooping to retrieve them in her matching pink thong bikini bottoms to threw them on the picnic table with her shirt and shoes.

"Wow.", was all I could say. "You're in really good shape."

"Well, you said you wanted to see them." she joked. "Come on, off with your clothes, sugar."

She didn't wait for me, but took my shirt off herself, tossing it on the picnic table and brazenly unbuttoning the front of my shorts before tugging them down and throwing them on the picnic table with the collection. 

"Just look at you." she toned, stepping back. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"

"No. I'm thirty-eight. You?"

"Forty. Let's go."

There were whistles as we walked across the track to the grass and, as embarrassing as it was, I just turned and waved as Olivia did.

"You're not married?" I asked.

"No."

"Ever been?"

"No."

"No kids, I take it?"

"None. That lifestyle was never really available to me and I never thought much about it."

"Do you ever wish you had kids?"

"Not really. Sometimes, I wonder what it would have been like, but the trappings that come with it,... No offense, it's just not me."

"None taken. Raising kids can be very rewarding, if you work at it, but it does require that sacrifice."

"People have told me that. Mum and dad say you did a good job with yours."

"I like to think I did. Both me and their father were always at them about their grades and staying out of trouble, it seems to have worked. I have to say though, Jenifer surprises me here."

"How so?"

"She's different. Softer."

"I think you're different here, too."

"But you didn't know me before today."


Wheeling Park Ch. 04



"I'm a good judge of character, Trudy." she said as we came to the water. "Just follow beside me, it's not far."

"Alright. Hey, the water's nice!"

"I think it's going to be a lifesaver for the whole park by tomorrow." Olivia predicted before throwing herself in.

The sandbar was everything it was bragged up to be and more. We stayed out there for quite some time, slowly walking its perimeter as we talked, sitting in the water and soaking up the sun. People would swim out and stay with us for a while, some I had met the night before, some not, but I couldn't help but notice the respect Olivia got from all of them.

"I still can't believe I said that in the store." I said after a rather fun loving couple in their late twenties left. 

We were sitting in water that came up to just under our chests, facing one another, she smiling and saying, "And you thought you were boring."

"I must admit, now I'm not sure. You're right, though, I'm different here."

"Yes, I know. So, Trudy,... you want to see the rest of them now?"

My eyes glanced down to her breasts, then back to her devilish, yet very sincere smile. I couldn't say anything. 

"You'd like to, wouldn't you? You're not sure why, and that's okay, but you want to see them. I've seen you peeking at them all day."

" ... Yes." I admitted, looking her in the eyes again and trying to smile around my embarrassment. "I- I don't know why, like you say, but I would. Would you show me, please?"

Olivia slowly pushed the pink triangles to the outsides of her fantastic breasts, exposing large nipples. She watched her hands as she felt around them softly, dragging handfuls of water up over them. 

"They're,... uh,... very nice."

"Thanks.", she replied, looking at mine. 

A moment later, she moved closer, a lot closer, and asked in a low voice, "Would you mind if I looked at yours?"

" ... Mine?"

"Uh-huh."

This was something else. I mean, put yourself in my shoes, on the one hand experiencing this strange reaction, this attraction to the woman opposite me, while the boring aspect of my personality was jumping and screaming, waving its arms at a distance, calling franticly for me to put on the brakes.

" ... Uhh,... Okay. Yes, Olivia." 

She pushed the small cups aside in the same manner she did her own, slowly while she watched until my own erected nipples were exposed.

"Oh, Trudy." she purred. "I love them. You have such a nice body."

She took them in her hands and pushed them up, her fingers covering them, squeezing them and making me sigh unexpectedly. 

Moving even further forward, until our nipples brushed against one another, causing me to gasp a little, she asked, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

" ... No."

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Um, yes. I-I think I do."

She did. A nice long, soft kiss on the lips that blew the doors right off any kisses Kevin ever gave me.

" ... Olivia?" I asked in a small, shaky voice.

"Yes, sugar?"

"Uh,... Are you a lesbian?"

She smiled, even laughed quietly before asking, "Are you?"

"Umm-"

She kissed my lips again, me returning it this time and holding it longer, both our eyes closed as I enjoyed this perfect, incredibly exhilarating moment of being kissed by another woman.

"I can't believe this is happening." I whispered.

She replied by taking both of our nipples in her fingers at the same time, pinching and rolling them against one another. I gasped again, louder.

"Oh,... Oh, that feels,... so nice!"

Olivia moaned softly as I did the same thing with our other two nipples. 

"You're so beautiful." I breathed, quickly losing myself to this.

"Mmm! God, Trudy! You make me,...", she said, trailing off and moving back a little, a hungry look in her eyes that was almost startling. 

"I think I'm going to faint." I said with a vacant smile, staring into her eyes as she looked back.

Some of the intensity left her expression as she settled back further, saying with a strange smile, "Might be heat stroke. We've been out here a while and you're probably not used to this. Let's get back, okay?"

"Okay."

"I like how you were using my full name, there. When we were,... you know."

We got up and, as we walked to the shore side of the sandbar, our breasts swinging free, I looked up at her with a smile, saying, "I like you a lot, Olivia. You make me feel something,... I don't know."

"I like you, too. I did almost from the minute you invited me in for a snack. I saw you there in your cute little Martha Stewart Special. I know it all seems a little sudden, it is for me too, but,... You were just here and I didn't expect to find,..."

She took my hand in hers and asked, "Another kiss before we leave?"

"Yes, please."

"I love how you're so polite, sugar."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Olivia wanted to try out one of my 'Martha Stewart Specials'. She chose a black summer dress, one of the shorter numbers I'd gotten and, with her height, it was shorter yet. She left a couple of buttons undone at the top, allowing some cleavage to show and accentuating it with my wide, white belt.

"It looks great on you."

"I have the babydoll on underneath."

"I'll bet that looks just fantastic on you."

She responded by kissing me. I loved when she kissed me, something my big grin betrayed.

"Your turn. I saw a pretty sexy little-"

"Hi, Mom!" Jen called as she whipped the door open and slammed it shut behind her. 

I turned to see her stopped up, staring at Olivia.

"Jen.", I greeted in return, just a little awkwardly and hoping she wouldn't notice. "I'd like you to meet Olivia, Ollie and Shelly's daughter. Olivia, this is my daughter, Jenifer."

Olivia stepped up and offered her hand and a warm smile. Jen returned a smile of her own that made me wonder if she wasn't mesmerized by the other woman's obvious and undeniable presence, but she finally responded.

"Hello, Olivia. I'm pleased to meet you."

"Aren't you a very pretty and polite young woman? The pleasure is all mine, I assure you."

Jen blushed and looked at the floor, something she rarely ever did at home. I suddenly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra under her pink T-shirt, her nipples protruding sharply and proudly, and I didn't even realize she owned skirts that short, but the little black number was quite an attention getter and I suddenly felt ashamed at my jealousy when Olivia's eyes glanced up and down my daughter's body.

"How are you enjoying your stay with us?"

"It's really fun, Olivia. I just love the sandbar and I can't wait to go to the club tonight,... if Mom says it's okay.", she finished, looking at me hopefully.

"The club?" I asked.

"It's a spot we have for entertaining ourselves, just down from Junior's lot. It's got a bar and a stage and we usually crank up a band there on the weekends. Great place when it's raining, too. I was actually hoping you'd like to go tonight, Trudy."

"Uh, well,... it sounds pretty nice."

"Wait till you see it.", Olivia encouraged. "It used to be an old dilapidated barn in Hull, but I guess that's Elmo's story to tell. Festivities usually start just after dark. What do you think?"

"Alright, if you'll take me."

"I'd hoped I would."

"Okay, but what about me?" Jen almost pleaded.

I looked at her critically, then decided, "Well,... Alright, but remember: Take it easy with the beer. I think you like that stuff."

"Thanks, Mom! Uh, did you get more beer when you were out?"

"Yes, I did."

"Can I have one now?"

"Can you believe this?" I asked a chuckling Olivia."

"Please? It's hot out."

"One.", I allowed with a smile.

"Thanks, Mom, you're the best."

"So, what have you been doing all day?" I asked as she went to the fridge, glancing curiously at Olivia on the way.

"Hanging out with Carrie, Robbie and Jet. I came back to grab something to eat, but I'm going out again after."

"I'm surprised Robbie didn't make you a part of her collection." Olivia said.

"I think she did, if you mean her Barbie's. She's even got everyone calling me Barbie."

"It fits, that's for sure. Did she show you her collection?"

"Yep, it's neat. All the little clothes and stuff, it makes me wish I kept all my Barbie things so I could contribute."

"I'm betting you've done enough,... Barbie." the tall woman commented with a smile.

Jen smiled brightly back as she sat down at the table with her plate and a cold beer, taking long seconds to look at my 'visitor' before saying, "You're really pretty, Olivia."

"Thanks. Call me Liv."

Jen nodded at this, chewing and still looking. I couldn't blame her, the woman was captivating.

"Where's your brother?" I asked before she could look too long and create an awkward moment.

"Um, I saw him a few hours ago helping Elmo out at the Club, but I don't know where he is now."

"Helping Elmo?" I asked.

"Digging at some pipes in the ground."

"The water leak." Olivia explained. "Makes sense he'd want to get that done before our oncoming heat wave. Pretty good that your brother's helping him, too."

"They hang out." Jen imparted.

"Indeed?"

"Yup. You'll see Elmo going by on his four wheeler, with all kinds of tools and stuff, and then Jarid behind him on his bike."

"Well, I'm glad to see everyone fitting in."

"It's weird, though. Jarid never fits in anywhere. At school, he was always one of those loners. He never even tried to talk to girls."

"Wheeling Park has a funny effect on people, Barbie."

"Well, it sure has on him. Nice outfit, Mom. Are you wearing makeup?"

I was still wearing what I had on when I went out, having reclothed myself after returning to where we left them. 

Deciding not to mention her own attire, (What did it really hurt?) I replied, "Thank you, and yes, I'm wearing makeup. Olivia applied it for me, wasn't that nice of her?"

"Yeah. You did a great job, Liv."

"Thanks. Your mum has a lot to work with." 

"I swam out to the sandbar today." I said, changing the subject. "You were right, it's very nice there."

"'Awesome' is the word I use, even though it's out like log cabins. We're swimming out again after I get back. I love Carrie and Robbie, they're really cool. So is Jet."

"Just don't make a pain out of yourself."

"I won't, Mom."

"She's incredible." Olivia said when Jen did leave. "I find she's a lot like you and that's a compliment to you both."

"Thank you, Liv. But like I say, she's not like that at home. She can talk about Jarid all she wants, but sometimes,..."

"Yes?"

"Well, for example, there was an incident recently. It was during the season finals. You see, women's hockey is seen as a clean game, but she did something on the ice that shocked a lot of people and almost got her thrown off the team."

"What?"

" ... A very brutal body check. A legal one, but a bad one, if you know what I mean."

"I think so.", Olivia said, regarding me with that intense focus of hers.

"And some very unsavoury behaviour afterwards."

"I see. So, what happened after?"

"I had to go down to the school, then the school board, so on and so forth to plead her case. In the end, I think they really only kept her on because they knew she could carry the team to the championship."

"Hm. Did she?"

"Yes. She's very good."

"You've got to admit, it shows spirit."

"Yes, but,... She sees nothing wrong with what she did. She even has a video recording of it."

"Sounds a little like me when I was young."

"Oh?"

"I got in trouble once for,... well it was an assault charge. It's gone now, I was about your daughters age at the time. It was ugly, like you said, and I felt justified. But I matured and, with time, I learned restraint aaaaaand,... Here I am."

"Dressed like Martha Stewart.", I observed humerously.

"Do I pull it off?"

"Well,... yes and no. I wouldn't expect to see it on a woman of your type, but like I said, you look great in it. Very striking." I noted, looking at her bust line.

She stood and took my wrists with a smile that matched my own, gently pulling me out of my seat and to my feet in front of her. She wrapped her arms around me, bent her head down and kissed me like she did out on the sandbar. I automatically put my arms around her neck, going to my tiptoes and returning her gesture while her hands caressed my back. The feel of our breasts between us was unlike anything I ever would have imagined and tingles covered my scalp as I literally swooned in her embrace.

"You're so hot!" she whispered lustfully into my ear as her hands roamed under the back of my shirt.

"Oh, you make me feel so good, Olivia!" I whispered back before kissing her cleavage, she holding me there with a gentle hand at the back of my head while she moaned.

"Trudy,..."

"Yeeess."

"Do you want to suck on my nipples?"

Almost in a trance, I ran my trembling fingers down the narrow lapel to the buttons, undoing them while she leaned against the counter behind her. I spread the top of the dress and put my hands inside, feeling her beautiful breasts and their hard nipples that the babydoll barely covered.

"Suck them." she breathed.

I pushed the silk aside with a soft caress and brought my face closer until her nipple was exposed, my lips brushing her firm bud. I flicked my tongue against it, making her moan again before sucking on it as she asked.

"Mmmmm.", I crooned with my eyes closed.

Olivia became louder, taking my hips in her hands and softly grinding herself into me as I went on sucking, holding that large breast as though it were the most precious thing in the world to me.

"Oh, sugar! Oh baby, yeah!"

"Mmmp!" I exclaimed as her hand began unbuttoning my shorts. 

It seemed an enjoyable eternity while I allowed her to go about this, still sucking her nipple, until I felt her hand at the front of my decidedly moist panties. I flinched again, making the same little sound, but also spreading my legs a little for her light, caressing touch, moving in and out from between my legs. It may have been a light touch, but it was doing some pretty heavy things for me.

"Oh, god! Oh, Godddd!" I panted.

"You like that, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"You feel soooo nice."

"Mmmm- Mmmm!"

"Bring it up here, up here, baby."

I did and watched her lick her own nipple a moment before joining her, a very naughty and exciting new way for us to kiss one another.

This was incredible. I was making out (heavily) with a woman and I was so turned on by it that I couldn't even control myself. Her fingers went down the front of my panties, through my dark pubic hair, over my clitoris and straight to my opening. I rotated my hips, trying to meet her there.

"Ohhh!! Olivia!!" Oh, honey, yes!! Oh, it's so goooood!!"

When she slipped her fingers inside me, I began to shamelessly buck against them and when her thumb found my clitoris, I went wild. I burrowed my face into her babydoll once again, pulling out her other breast and howling into the fresh nipple until I couldn't take any more.

"Oh!! Oh, god!! Olivia!!"

"Yeeess, baby?" she hissed in my ear."

"Im!! Im!! Oooooohhh,... GODDDDD!!!"

Yes, I came right there, right in her hand and right in my panties. All I could do at that point was hold on until it was over and I'd recovered. Needless to say, I'd never had a sexual experience like hat before and I was quite shaken by the intensity, moaning into her cleavage as she held me with both hands again.

"Sugar?" she purred.

"Hmmmm?" I whimpered.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh, yes. I- never imagined." 

"Well,... I want to do something else with you now."

"Yess."

"I want to take you to your bedroom."

"Yess."

"We'll take all our clothes off."

"Oh, yes."

"And I'm going to lick your hot little pussy until you cum again."

"Ohhhh, Olivia!"

"While you lick mine and make me cum too."

"I- wanna make you cum."

"I want to suck your little clitty till you cum in my mouth!"

"Yes!"

I want to feel my clit between your lips! I want your tongue up my pussy so I can cum all over that lovely face!" she said as she slowly tore the front of my shirt open, spilling out my big, bikini clad breasts.

"Ooooohh!! I'll do whatever you want!"

"Oh,... sugar. That's just what I love to hear."

She grabbed the short string between the little cups and led me to my room, raising her hand to allow my breasts to bounce free as she used the little garment as a leash. My shorts went to fall the rest of the way down my hips as I hurried behind her, so that I had to grab them, shuffling along as I watched her in awe, anticipating what we were about to do.

In my room, she whipped the bikini top over my head and pulled my shorts the rest of the way down. She tore my panties right from my body as I gasped, never having been treated this way by Kevin and very much enjoying this kind of attention. She shredded what was left of my shirt next, quickly tearing it down my body to my ankles with an intensely lustful expression.

She quickly got me on the bed, on my back. I watched as she stripped out of the summer dress, moving quickly and revealing the babydoll which really did look just fantastic on her, both breasts swing free. She wore no panties and had only a narrow, shaved strip of pubic hair, unlike my own triangular bush.

"I want your body!" she husked as she climbed on the bed, immediately straddling my face. 

I looked up her round ass as she pulled the babydoll up and over her head before looking down at me as I moved my hands up her sides, looking at her uncertainly.

"I'm not sure what to do.", I said in a nervous voice.

"You'll know, sugar." 

She slowly lowered herself until my lips brushed hers. She shivered and started feeling my boobs while I started kissing, taking in her aroma and the sight of her vagina, glistening wet with swollen lips. I kept kissing and soon found her very erect clitoris. It poked out from its hood just a little and I kissed it too. She moaned and started working herself against my face a little, wanting more.

I grabbed her breasts and kissed it harder, then began slowly exploring her crotch with the end of my tongue, poking here, lingering there and enjoying her taste now that I was a little used to it.

"Ohhhh!!! Ohh, fuck! Oh sugar, lick me!"

I licked harder, more urgently, suddenly driving my tongue in and out of her wet opening and making her dance on my face. I sucked right there, making her wail and then collapse forward with her face in my vagina, kissing and licking like me, sucking my clitoris suddenly and making me yell into her beautiful, plump mound, as much of it in my mouth as I could get.

"Mmmm! Mmmmm!", she groaned into mine, rubbing her lips all over me, spreading my legs with her hands as I caressed her round bottom, the small of her back and thighs, sucking on her clitoris now as she had mine.

We stayed like this, breathlessly and urgently pleasing each other with complete abandon and, when I came, it was even better than the last time. When she came over my mouth and face a moment later, I licked it all up and kept sucking, holding my arms around the small of her back so she couldn't get away, picturing what this must look like and wanting to cum again. Each of us did and, not until then, did we finally stop, collapsing over one another in a sheen of our own perspiration due to the late afternoon heat and our passion.

She held me in her arms afterward, stroking my hair, shoulders and upper arms, talking in the nicest tone.

"Sugar, that was so good, so nice,... I just hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I couldn't believe it was happening, it was like some naughty dream, but yes. I enjoyed us so much. I never would have thought it could be so,... mutual."

"Mmmm. More than just sex. Like I said, I knew there was something special about you almost from the start."




Wheeling Park Ch. 04



"I would have thought I'd feel some kind of shock by now at having sex with a woman. At least about the fact that I haven't even known you for a day, but I don't because I was drawn to you, too. It's just that I didn't realize at first that it was in that way. You just seem to have this attraction."

"I'm glad you see me that way."

It wasn't only me, I knew Jen saw it too and suspected a lot of people might, whether they'd perceive it as an attraction, or something else.

"I loved everything you did to me. Every single thing."

"Good.", she said, kissing the side of my head. "And you sure were incredible, too. I told you it'd come to you."

"Yes, you did." I confirmed with a smile, stroking her bare thigh slowly, just tickling a little with my nails.

"You know, Trudy,... things are a little different here, but,... it's not my intention to love you and leave you. I mean, I'm not a philanderer."

"What do you mean?"

"Park stuff is park stuff, but I want to, umm,..."

"You want to go steady?"

She laughed a bit and hugged me, saying, "Something like that. Society is more tolerant of things, these days. Again, I know this is sudden, but if you give it a chance, if you want to give me a chance,... Well, I think we could be happy together."

"Wow. Umm,..."

"No pressure, sugar. I said it's pretty sudden, I know."

"No. No, you're um- you make me feel,... You make me happy. You made me happy almost as soon as you got here and you kept on doing it. You're a beautiful person and I'd love for us to get to know one another a lot better. We'll cross each bridge as we come to them."

"Really? Because, that's all I ask. We do still need to get to know one another a lot better." Olivia warned.

"I'm not afraid, if you're not. I trust you."

"It makes me very happy to hear you say that. I'll take care of you if you let me, Trudy. Good care, you'll see."



Wheeling Park Ch. 05



By the time I got back with Carrie and Robbie, Mom and Olivia had already left. I put my infamous hockey video on the TV for them while I showered, changed and put on my own makeup with another beer on the vanity.

My mind slipped away again to Liv, as it was doing every now and then since I met her. She was really something in a way I couldn't describe and I was sure my mother saw it too. She commanded attention and it wasn't just her looks, either. She was Ollie's daughter through and through. One thing was for sure, Mom seemed pretty relaxed around her. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her wear makeup and I was fairly certain she never dressed like that. She was suddenly a very attractive woman and I remembered again how Liv had said that Wheeling Park had a funny effect on people.

I decided to wear a pair of sheer blue panties and the matching pushup bra. Over this, I threw a small, white cammie that showed lots of cleavage, my see through bra underneath and then a nice, very short, blue skirt. As an afterthought, I grabbed a blue hair band, just for Robbie.

The Club was already in full swing when we got there. We three walked in and I looked around at the tables full of park residents, thinking everyone must have been there. 

"Oh, look!" Carrie yelled above the band's blues rendition of Guitar Town. 

She pointed along the back wall where Liv was standing and waving us over to some seats she'd apparently saved for us with Mom. 

In a sense, I was disappointed. I didn't want to sit with my Mom here at the club, but I sure didn't mind seeing Liv again. In any case, I couldn't very well refuse, especially since the two friends I arrived with grabbed my arms and led me in that direction anyway.

I sat to the right of Liv, mom on her left while Carrie and Robbie sat across from us. Carrie introduced Robbie and Mom while I wondered where Jet was, glancing to my side at Liv every now and then.

She wore one of those backless, gold sequined shirts that left some of the outsides of her boobs visible, also showing she wasn't wearing a bra. I glanced down to see she was wearing a tight black skirt that her hips and legs looked very good in.

"Like my outfit?"

I was startled to be caught staring, but she smiled warmly at me.

"Yes. I think I should have done better myself, now."

"You're perfect. Glad you made it."

"I wouldn't have missed it.", I replied. 

We were looking each other right in the eyes as we spoke and I felt my heartbeats come a little quicker. It was like when you hear people talking about becoming mesmerized by a cobra before it bites you, but I knew she wouldn't bite.

"So, you're ready to have a good time?"

"Yup. I like the band."

"They weren't always this good", she laughed, "but they practiced on us enough."

"Practice makes perfect."

We stared at one another for a moment and I asked, "Who are you?"

She put her hand at the back of my neck and squeezed a little in a tender gesture that sent tingles down my spine and stated with that warm smile, "You'll find out soon enough, sugar."

"Okay.", I answered. 

I was in awe of her. It sounds stupid, but there it was. She had this funny quality that just wouldn't be ignored.

"So where's your brother tonight?"

"I don't know. He probably won't come."

"Oh, because of what you said about him earlier?"

"Yup. It would surprise me more if he actually did show up."

"That's too bad." she said sincerely.

"I know, but it's his choice."

At that moment, Carrie showed up with beer for all of us. (I didn't even notice her leave) I looked over at Mom, who, I only now noticed, was wearing one of my T-shirts, a white one with light pale pink tie-dye designs all over it that was pretty snug on her. No question she wasn't wearing a bra, but she smiled and nodded at me and my beer before thanking Carrie and taking a sip of her own.

Wow. This was my mom?

Carrie faded back into the crowd while I watched Mom resume her conversation with Robbie, taking note of the faded blue hip huggers that I'd never seen her wear before now.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

I was startled again.

"Yes, but,..."

"What?"

"Well, I shouldn't stare so much. That's twice you caught me and it's not polite."

Liv chuckled at this, then said, "I look at it as a compliment. I'll bet your mum would, too. Did you know she thought she was boring?"

" ... No."

"Do you think she's boring?"

"No. I mean, not now."

"See? She'd be happy to hear that. Anyone would be."

"You're sure not boring."

"Neither are you.", she said, her eyes glancing over my chest, hips and back to my eyes all in a split second, making me blush and finally look away.

As I finished my beer a bit later, Carrie returned to the table, gesturing for me to get up and follow her, so I excused myself from conversation with Robbie and got up to trail her through the crowd to the foot of the stage. The band had just taken a break and I was introduced to the woman I'd earlier seen tending bar, a full figured, extremely pale knockout with black hair, makeup, nails and long flowing dress. Under the dress was a pair of black thigh highs, but the daring black and red corset was what really caught my eye. Her name was Trixie and Carrie left me with her.

"So glad to meet you, darling." she said. "I've already met your brother."

"Really?"

"Delightful young man.", she said with a funny smile. 

"Most people wouldn't say that about him, but he's really nice once you get to know him. I'm glad you like him."

"I can't imagine anyone not liking him. But, right now, we have an announcement to make, you and I."

"We- we do?"

"Oh, yes, my darling. We have to make sure that our free and easy lifestyle here at the park doesn't have any adverse effects on your life at home. Your friend Carrie is concerned with what you told her about drug testing athletes in University."

"Oh."

"Yes, so she's asked me to see to that situation in the way that only I can. Up. Up on the stage with me, my pretty little doe."

She stepped up and held her hand out for me to follow. I glanced around nervously, but took her hand, trusting Carrie in this. Besides, Liv and Mom were there.

"May I have everyone's attention?" the beautiful night crawler asked through the mic.

She got their attention, which didn't surprise me.

"Thank you. Now, as I'm sure you're all aware by now, we have new people to fry in the sun with us this summer. One of these new people is this delightful little thing, named Barbie. Say hello, Barbie."

I said hello, a little embarrassed, but at least not blushing and they roared a hello back, the men and some women clearly checking us both out.

"Barbie, here, is in women's hockey and is apparently quite good. She's set some very realistic goals for herself on making the Women's Olympic Team."

They cheered and I smiled, feeling like I'd already made the team.

"I'd like to make it clear that they do perform drug testing in university and the last thing she needs is to fail one of those. So, nobody give her any pot. Even if she gets loaded and begs you, don't give her any pot, or 'specialized' painkillers from your father's medicine cabinet. In order to press my point further, I'd like you all to turn your attention to our screen."

They all did as the infamous video started playing. What a surprise, to say the least. It was Carrie, of course. She loved the recording and told me so when I emerged, dressed and ready to go earlier that evening, and this was just the kind of thing she'd do. 

So there I was, pelting down the ice as shown from a camcorder in the stands. My last name could be seen clearly on the back of my blue and gold jersey as Trixie pointed me out and began commentating with a smile. Myself and another girl on camera were on a two on two breakaway, she had the puck. That's when I sailed right through the opposing team's defenseman at full tilt, sending her reeling through the air over my back and crashing down on the ice. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" the crowd yelled as the recording froze and replayed it in slo-mo.

"It was completely legal!" I insisted, arms at my side, palms out in a pleading gesture as I tried not to laugh.

They good naturedly, but just as loudly rejected this claim.

"She wasn't even watching me, she should have known better!" I tried, but to no avail.

"And then there's this,...", Trixie said as the recording started at full speed again.

I received the puck from my team mate a split second after the check and dumped it in just as neat as you please, a hat trick goal for me that night and the game winner. Everybody cheered this. (It was a nice goal)

"Buuuuuut, then there's this,...", Trixie said, putting her arm over my shoulder as I groaned at what came next.

On the big screen, I had just thrown my arms up, celebrating my goal when a girl of the opposing team came in swinging. My triumphant smile disappeared as I began swinging back, pulling her jersey over her head and punching with repeated right crosses until three referees blazed in to pull us apart. While people rushed to the inert player I'd left on the ice, I was thrown back, my helmet having come off at this point, and was attacked by another girl who I also pummeled to the ice with a vicious expression on my face.

"This is the best part.", Trixie laughed.

On the screen, I looked up, hearing something the opposing team's coach was shouting as the camera zoomed right in on me. 

I forcefully jabbed my finger, mouth twisted in extreme anger and apparent loathing, shouting in a voice loud enough to come across on the recording, "Yeah, well you just keep your dirty little skanks the fuck off me, you stupid bitch whore!"

The whole Club cheered and stomped their feet, a lot of them whistling.

"Oh, my god!" I wailed, laughing. "I'm going to become a lawyer at university, so I can sue Carrie for this!"

They laughed even harder as the video rewound and played my awful rant at the coach in slo-mo, pausing right where a globule of spittle was shooting from my vile little mouth. They were all clapping and even my mother was laughing along with Liv.

"No drugs for this girl!" Trixie laughed, pointing at me while everyone agreed.

I stood with my hands covering my face, shaking my head and laughing in embarrassment as she finished.

"And besides, I think we all want to see what this one will do to Team USA.!"

They all cheered and went into the 'Ca-na-da!' chant while Trixie lowered the mic and said into my ear, "I know you're not really mad at Carrie, but, if you didn't already figure it out, she's bought you a lot of respect here with that video."

She was right. Everybody wanted to meet me after I got off that stage, jokingly giving me beer in exchange for me not punching them out. I felt like the star attraction for the rest of the night. Well, one of the star attractions.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

A couple hours later, we were all feeling pretty good and I mean the whole place, judging by the handful of now topless women in the Club. I wasn't staggering and I didn't think Mom was, but she wasn't up out of her seat very often and, only then, to use the ladies room before she'd come right back to sit with Liv.

I'd spoken to Trixie again by then and she told me that Jarid knew everyone would be there and that he was more than welcome to come, but I never saw him. As I told Liv earlier, I'd have been surprised if he showed up, anyway. 

I was sitting across from Mom and Liv, taking a drink of my beer when the taller woman moved her grinning lips close to Moms ear. 

Mom's eyes went a little wider and she turned to look at Liv, saying, "Like what?"

"Whatever. Something nice, but exciting. Just for me.", she said, now with a very affectionate smile.

"What if I do the wrong thing?" my mother asked.

"You won't."

"I'll need a minute to think,..."

I watched Mom, who didn't seem to notice me, then glanced at Liv. She caught my eye and winked. What was going on?

"I know." Mom suddenly said, then asked her with a big, nervous smile, "Could you call attention for me, please?"

Liv stood, putting her fingers to her teeth and sounding a loud whistle. When everyone turned and saw it was her, they quieted immediately. She sat, gesturing to Mom, who stood up on the wooden bench where she'd been sitting to nervously address the crowd with her midriff showing, her nipples plainly erect.

"(ahem) Um, for those of you I haven't met, my name is Trudy."

"HII TRUUUDYYY!!" everyone called in loose harmony, some whistling at her.

"Well, I uh, just wanted to thank everyone for being so nice when we got here and so helpful. You've all been just great and we're having such a wonderful time here. So, I'd like to thank you all, but there aren't too many ways I can do that. I thought you might appreciate this small gesture,..."

To my utter, slack jawed amazement, my mother grabbed the bottom of my tight little T-shirt and slowly worked it up to, and over her boobs to her neck. As the crowd whooped and cheered, she smiled, despite her red face, and even turned a little each way so everyone could see. Her boobs were just great and I wasn't surprised at the reception they got at all. I managed to look at Liv In time to see her stop clapping, stand and deftly lift the shirt right off and over her head, whipping it into the crowd while Mom shrieked, but laughed aloud too, not trying to cover herself. I suppose, why would she?

She sat back down and looked at me and the shocked smile on my face. I couldn't get my jaw closed.

"Trudy, why don't you go get yourself a beer and move around a little?" Liv suggested.

"Like this?" Mom asked, taking her embarrassed smile from me and setting it on her.

"Sure, they've all seen them and it's not like you've got anything to be ashamed of."

"Really?"

"Go on, everyone here is friendly. Meet people and have a good time."

"Well,... Okay." she agreed after looking at my gaping jawed face again.

"Isn't she something?" Liv asked after she'd gone, boobs swaying and bouncing enticingly.

"Ah,... OMG!" I laughed.

"She's having a great time."

"I'll say!"

"So are you, sugar."

"Yes, I am."

I tore my eyes away from her to look at the crowd, seeing my mother standing topless while talking to three big guys, one of them Junior. She already had a beer in her hand and a nervous, but very friendly grin while the men looked from her chest to her face, somehow respectfully. She laughed at something one of them said, her eyes shining as Liv touched my wrist.

"Something tells me you've never had any trouble mixing. At least not judging by that video."

"No, I usually don't, but I hope you don't think I beat people up. Hockey is an aggressive sport, is all."

"So are you, apparently." she noted with a smile at her double meaning that tended to hold me in one place.

"Well, just on the ice."

"Really?"

"Umm,... well there was the sales clerk at the mall who offered me a free pair of jeans in exchange for a favour in his stockroom. I kicked him in the nads, but he doesn't count."

Liv began laughing at this and said, "Good for you. But, what else?"

"I, uh, punched a guy in the face at school for saying something about my boobs. And there was the time I accidently hit the bus driver in the face with my stick when I was getting on."

"Oh, what happened there?"

"Well, he's a jerk and a lot of the kids would razz him,... me too, I guess, and so he was accusing me of doing it on purpose."

"So, you hit him?"

"No, I told him to F off. But I got into trouble for that and now everybody thinks I really did do it on purpose, even though I kept telling everyone I didn't."

"You've gained a bit of a reputation, then?"

"I guess."

"You're mum believe you?"

"Yes.", I said, looking around at the crowd again at the mention of her.

Junior was standing behind her with his hands on her waist, tickling her sides as she laughed, suddenly bending her knees and straightening again quickly, making her boobs bounce.

"Oh,...! Mom! But, what about Pammie, Junior's wife?" I asked.

She let go of my wrist and pointed, her elbow resting on the table, to a knot of people near the bar. His blonde wife was standing on top of a chair, watching Junior and Mom with a drink and a smile.

"Like I told your mum, park stuff is park stuff, but we leave it here, like we leave our town lives in town. But every once in a while,..."

I was facing her again and, for the first time, I saw some hesitation, maybe even vulnerability in her expression.

"Well, things may be different from now on for your mother. And for me. We enjoy each other's company a lot."

"Umm,... okay."

"Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"I think so. I'm not sure."

"Well, like I say, park stuff is park stuff and it stays here. Like how you're different, now that you're here. There's no need for you to be the person we saw on that video while you're with us and you get that, but you also get that you'll have to switch back when you go home, right?" 

"Yes. I can't dress like I do here back at home, for one thing."

"Exactly. In the same way and for the same reasons, there are things that I'll do and that I am while I'm here that you'll never see in my regular life. Some things. But beyond that,... I just don't want you to be confused on how things are with me based on what you see here."

"I think I understand."

"I hope so."

"Mom does seem different here. A lot happier, especially since you came."

"Hmm. See, from my perspective I'm a lot happier since your mum got here." she said with a smile, adding, "Oh my, look at the situation that little vixen's got herself into now." 

Mom's back was now towards us as she and Junior kissed. He had his hands on her boobs.

I looked over to Pammie again and watched her fidgeting with the top button of her jeans. She looked over in our direction, saw me looking and gave me a wink. I turned away, back to Mom and her unreal behaviour.

"He's playing with her boobs." I noted again, this time aloud.

"Does this bother you at all, Barbie?"

I turned and looked at her again, pausing before I replied, "Well,... I guess not. It's her choice and her body. Carrie and Robbie kiss me sometimes, so does Jet."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You like it?"

"Yes.", I admitted with a smile.

"Even when it's another woman?"

"It's different, but,... you know. Exciting."

"It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yeah.", I admitted again, looking at the table in embarrassment in spite of the beer.

"I like to kiss girls too, you know."

" ... Uh-huh?"

"So does your mother. Oooh, she's definitely enjoying that." Liv observed.

I watched them begin swaying to the music while they made out. 

"Fuckin hot, isn't it Barbie?"

" ... Umm,... Uh-huh." 

Hey, it was. There was just something about seeing my Mom like that, it was definitely turning me on. One of the strange things about the scene was how so few people really seemed to notice, some distracted by their own excitingly dirty little games, I now saw. 

A hand touched my shoulder and I looked up. Liv was beside me now and she looked down at me with a very striking expression before putting her hands under my arms and lifting me up to a seat on the top of our table. She moved between my legs and spoke in a low, sultry tone.

"I'd love to kiss you if that's okay, little Barbie doll."

"Uhhhhh,..."

She slowly pushed me backwards with her body, following me down to the tabletop with her arms around me as she proceeded to plant small, soft kisses all over my face.

"Oh, Barbie!" she breathed. "You're so precious! Just like your beautiful mother!"

This was quite a surprise. I lay there, not moving and allowing her to do what she would until she started kissing my lips. My eyelids fluttered as I watched her beautiful face and it wasn't long before I began kissing her back, squirming hornily underneath her while her tongue found its way into my mouth.




Wheeling Park Ch. 05



"Oh! Oh, Liv!"

She started licking and nibbling at my ear, then attacked my lips again, moaning and grinding against me. I could feel her heavy chest against mine and I vaguely wondered if she'd like my bra. Our breathing became heavier, our kisses more passionate as we both squirmed on the table. God, it was unbelievable.

She stopped suddenly, pulling me up off the table and to my feet, touching her forehead to mine and giving me that cobra stare again.

"Trust me?" she asked.

I nodded, thighs trembling and in total awe again. Even though it may not sound like much, what she'd just done was incredible, incredible because she did it, and I thought I was falling in love. She began to lead me across the floor towards Mom, the tall woman's arm around my shoulder, mine around her waist as I leaned into her.

"You've had your fun, Junior." she said with an easy smile and tone. 

"Well, I gotta give you back now, Trudy. Glad we met out there, have a great night and thanks for comin', eh?" he wished her, glancing around her body a couple times in the process.

Mom thanked him for his company, gave him a kiss and staggered slightly into Olivia's other side with a smile, pinching one of her own incredibly erect nipples. Mine got like that too when I was really horny, like right then. She and Liv kissed, exchanging tongues before Liv held her gently back by the hair.

"Time to go home, sugar. You enjoy yourself?"

"Uh-huuuh!"

"I think that was a very nice way to thank Junior."

"Junior's a great guy.", Mom said with little gleam in her eye. "But, let's go home like you say."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

We stumbled in, all three of us laughing our faces off from singing a dirty little song, arm in arm in arm on the way back. Mom never even bothered to find her shirt, instead just walked home topless. I remember saying how lucky it was that Jarid wasn't home, laughing about it as I went to check his bunk to be sure. When I got back, they were necking.

"Mmmm! Oh, Honey", Mom laughed from Liv's arms. "I hope you weren't too shocked by what went on. Just a little fun, right?"

Seeing her like that, remembering again what Liv and I were doing at the club while Mom made out with Junior,... I wasn't quite sure what to say, only that I was really horny.

"It's,... Yeah, it's okay, Mom. I was kinda shocked, but it's not about me."

"She liked it.", Liv told her.

"Oh you did?" Mom said, mocking an admonishing tone.

I shrugged with a grin and looked down.

"What did you like about it?" Mom asked.

"Uhhmm,... It was just a turn on." I tried to explain. "You're a knockout, Mom."

She was quite pleased with the compliment.

"So, you got a tat, huh?" Liv asked me, right out of the blue. 

I stared in shock.

"A tattoo?" Mom asked, looking at me critically.

"Oh, boy." I said.

"You didn't tell her?" Liv asked with a surprised smile on her face.

There was no use lying, as Jarid was the good liar, not me, so I said, "Uh, heh heh. I was going to tell you, Mom. Eventually. Like, maybe when I was,... your age."

This struck Liv as being very funny. Mom started laughing too and I hoped that was the end of it. Nope. After Mom stopped, she wanted to know what and where.

"But how did you know?" I asked Liv in an effort to evade that question.

"Oh, Carrie and I are good friends from way back and I suspected she'd convince you. But I know what. And where."

"You do?"

"You know I do, little missy. And I've been wanting to see it."

"Oh, my god!" I giggled, looking at Mom.

"Yeeess, let's get this over with." Mom said with a wry grin.

"It's not anywhere where it could ever be seen. I mean not normally." I assured her. "Carrie didn't want to make Robbie too mad cause she said 'no tats' and-"

"Hop up on the table, sug, let's have a look." Olivia grinned.

"Up.", Mom seconded.

So, I got up on the end of the table and in the light. I looked at them sheepishly, pausing with my hand near my short skirt and giggling nervously again.

"Just lean back." Liv instructed with her sincere smile as she moved forward, bringing Mom with her. 

I did this, propping my hands behind me while they stood to each side of my hips. Liv slowly lifted my ultra mini skirt, revealing my sheer blue little panties. The tat was right there on the front of my thigh and under my panty line. (normally) It was a picture of a girl that looked like me, except in the Barbie style, even with 'Bad Barbie' in the actual pink, Barbie brand script and blue starburst colours around them. 'Bad Barbie' was standing with her weight on one hip, a red and white hockey jersey pulled up to her neck with one hand, exposing a set of boobs exactly like mine. A pair of twisted, red and white panties were pushed to her joined knees while she held a hockey stick, blade on the floor, handle pointing vertically with the palm of her hand resting on the top. Her face sported the naughtiest smile and wink you could imagine.

"Superb.", Liv said, shaking her head. "Carrie's outdone herself."

"Oh my God!" Mom laughed. "I don't believe it, but it is good! She really did do a good job and,... I have to say, I like it. It's in a good place, too."

"You do?" I asked as Liv started tracing and tickling around it with her finger.

"Yes. You and Carrie used sense in where you put it,... Besides, you're eighteen." she said, looking at it again.

"You're in very nice shape, Barbie girl." Liv told me while stretching out one of my legs, then raising it toes up in the air so she could look it up and down while Mom looked again at the tattoo.

"Aren't her legs so nice, Trudy?"

"Yes.", she said, watching Liv kiss my calf while her hand wandered down the inside of my thigh.

Let me tell you, that felt good. Nobody had ever paid attention to my legs like that before and it was very nice. I gasped a little as my muffin began to tingle again.

She reached over, raised my other leg and gave it to Mom, looking her directly in the eye before spreading them both. I watched as my beautiful mother began caressing my other leg, closing my eyes for a second against the sensations, opening them again as Liv was kissing the back of my knee.

"Oh, that's so nice." I sighed.

"Feels good, baby?" Liv teased.

"Hmmmm."

Mom started kissing my other leg. I watched as her eyes closed, savouring the experience. (My god, this was my mom!)

"And what do we have here?" Liv asked, tracing a light finger down the front of my see-through panties, making me twitch and gasp.

"Uhm! That's- my muffin."

"Ohhh, yeaah. Your nice, hot little shaved muffin. It looks just like your mum's. Look, sugar."

Mom was already watching, still caressing my leg, much closer to my inner thigh now, but entranced by what Liv was doing.

"You must be a very horny young woman to wear panties like that. Hmm?"

"Yeah!" I managed as she rubbed a little harder.

"Uh-huh,... That's why they're all wet, isn't it? You really got turned on watching your mum at the club. Didn't you?"

"Oh! Yeah!"

"Tell me."

"Mmm! Ooooh! I-"

"Yeeess?"

"I wanted to watch Junior fuck her! Wanted- to see her suck cock!"

Mom was looking at me with the strangest expression now, rubbing herself up against the edge of the table. She started stroking my stomach and I closed my eyes again, almost certain that when I opened them, I'd be awake in my top bunk. 

"Why don't you put your hand down inside her panties? Make her feel nice, sug."

I opened my eyes in time to see Mom doing just that.

"Mom! Oh, that's-! Oh, so gooood!"

"Ohhh, honey." she sighed, slowly rubbing my muffin, soaking her fingers on my wet lips.

Liv was suddenly kissing me, pulling my cammie down, my bra clad boobs out and playing with them. Mom pulled the front of my panties down and began working my clitoris, circling it with her finger and gently pinching it.

"Oh!! Oh, Mommy!!" I yelled. 

I couldn't believe she was doing this, but somehow,... I trusted her. She was my mother.

"Look at her gorgeous tits." Liv said. "Oh my god, she's as perfect as you are. Mmmm! Let's take her naughty little panties off now."

Mom helped her do this, both of them raising my very willing hips and slipping them over my legs and off before spreading them even wider this time. They both started playing with muffin then and, before long, they both had a finger inside me while I writhed on the table making loud, desperate sounds. When Liv began worming a finger, slick with my own essence into my anus, I just about hit the roof. I howled into Moms mouth as she kissed me full on the lips, grabbing my boob with her unoccupied hand. We deep kissed passionately as Liv and I had earlier at the club and I could feel myself building to an orgasm. Not the kind I give to myself. 

Olivia's finger was working further and further into my ass while Moms fingers continued to work my muffin and clitoris. My hand found Moms already unbuttoned jeans and went down the front of them. She jerked, moaned back into my mouth and spread her legs for me before joining Liv at my other boob. They fingerfucked me right there on the table until I came, finally making no sound at all through my wide open mouth, though they had to hold me down so I wouldn't thrash myself right off the table and down to the floor. Definitely not the kind I give to myself.

When I opened my eyes, they were kissing again, both of them leaning over top of me. My hand wandered back down the front of moms jeans, stopping to play in her pussy hair before going deeper. I looked at Liv and rested my other hand on the front of her skirt. She stopped, looked down with a smile as she noticed what I was doing to my mother, and began pulling that skirt up to show me a nice pair of black lace undies. My hand went inside those, exploring her shorter pussy hair before roaming about her clitoris, making her jump as it did mom, who was now taking Olivia's shirt off.

Her boobs were just beautiful. Mom began sucking her nipples while Liv watched me finger mom, grinding herself into my other hand, both of them searching out my muffin once again. 

Mom's beautiful tits were hanging right above my face as she still nursed at Olivia's. I raised my head and captured a nipple with my lips, closing my eyes and suckling, listening to all three of our disjointed moans and sighing gasps. 

"Ohhh! Oh, Jen! Ohhh, honey! Rub your mommy's clit! Make your slutty mommy cum!"

"Yeah! Ooooh, tell her what you want, baby!" Liv panted, her eyes rolling as I worked her pussy, she raising one knee to the table top, giving me better access while Mom told me to finger her deeper.

Minutes later, Olivia was the first to cum, wailing, "Oh, god!! Oh, goddd!! Oh, FFFFUUUUUCKK!!", AAAAWWWWWWW!! AHHHH-HHHHH!!!"

Mom and I weren't far behind, both of us crying out our orgasms uncontrollably.

"Trudy, baby?" Liv breathed after some moments.

"Yea-ahh?" mom groaned, my hand still in her panties.

"Let's take your daughter to your room."

"Oh, yes."

"We're going to play with you a little while longer, Barbie doll."

"Imp?" I asked senselessly, trying to shove some of the cotton out of my mind.

"Oh-h, you dear." she chuckled. "You want me and Mommy to play with you, don't you?"

I nodded slowly as Mom started kissing my belly. 

"Tell us."

Mom moaned, working herself into my hand as she started kissing my thighs and I told them what I wanted.

"I want you and Mom to play with me. You can do whatever you want with me."

Olivia looked at my mother, licked her lips and looked back at me, saying, "Like Mother, like Daughter. In every way." 

They dragged me down the length of the RV, Mom with her crooked finger under my skirt and inside my muffin from ahead of me, Olivia by one of my erect nipples.

They got me in Mom's room and they both took all of my clothes off, except for the skirt.

"We'll leave that on because it's so cute." Mom said with a smile.

I smiled back and looked at her nice boobs, wanting to suck her nipples again.

"Barbie, be a dear and take the rest of your mums clothes off? Get her on her bed and eat her pussy for her."

I took her jeans down, my fingers pulling her panties down after. I helped her up on the bed where she lay down on her back, spreading her legs and there it was. My mother's pussy and I was going to eat it. She looked at me, equal parts lust and apprehension in her eyes as I knelt between her legs.

Olivia's hands suddenly took my hips from behind, pushing me forward into Mom so she could begin licking my muffin all over. I yelped at the pleasure as Mom's hand pulled my face down to her crotch. I felt her dark pubic hair under my nose and I tentatively licked. Mom jumped and I licked more as Liv spread my legs far, getting her face underneath me and doing things to muffin that I never could have imagined. I looked behind to see her on her back, fingering herself while she sucked at my clitty. I wailed in ecstasy, loving her beautiful naked body and turned back to Mom, doing to her whatever Liv did to me while Mom's hand played in my hair, her moans climbing once again with mine and Olivia's.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I awoke to warm sunshine and soft words on either side in a tangle of limbs and bedclothes with me in the general middle.

"Hey, honey." Mom said. 

I stretched and managed to twist myself around to see their faces at the same time, smiling at this accomplishment.

"Good morning, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, hon." she said so sincerely, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of my face.

I kissed her on the lips and then turned to Olivia, who was positively beaming at me.

"Good morning, Livy."

"Good morning, Barbie doll."

"I'm your Barbie doll."

She pulled me closer and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the lips.

"You won't regret that." she murmured in my ear.



Wheeling Park Ch. 06



I said my goodbyes to Bob and Sasha after the big breakfast they fed me and left their trailer, stepping out into the already warm morning at about ten o'clock. Today was supposed to be the first day of the predicted heat wave and it wasn't hard to see, by the already high morning temperature, that the predictions had been right on the money.

Elmo and I got a lot of work done the day before in preparation for this, including repairing the underground water feed to the club, emergency generator maintenance, batting a hornets' nest out of someone's tree and running like hell, and emptying all the garbage barrels. A lot of the time, we were downing water like it was water, smoking joints and having the occasional beer to keep us going in the heat.

Neither one of us brought up Trixie. In fact, I invited him to the RV for lunch just to avoid her, surprised to find Mom's note telling me she'd gone out when we got there. 

Towards the end of our chores, he asked me if I was going to the club that night. I was sitting on my bike, its kickstand down, he reclining on his ATV during a joint break in the shade of some trees.

"Maybe.", I said, shrugging my shoulders with no plans to go whatsoever.

"Maybe? Why wouldn't ya?"

"I'll probably be pretty tired. I'm not as big as you and I'm not used to this kind of work."

"Coulda fooled me. You won't really be too tired?" he asked, obviously having a hard time believing this.

"I was up early."

"Everybody'll be there, probably your folks too."

"It's okay, there'll be other nights." I said, taking another glut of the delicious, cold water we brought around with us.

He only stared at me.

"What?"

"Why don't you want to go?"

" ... I told you, Elmo, I'm too ti-"

"Bullshit, man."

I looked away. I didn't like lying to the guy.

"Why?"

"Can't we just drop it?"

"What else are you going to do?"

"Sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Why not?"

"The whole evening, from dusk till dawn?"

"It's not unheard of."

"You are so full of shit, what's the deal, man?"

"Aw, geez!"

"Well, tell me!"

"Fine! I have a problem with people, okay!?"

"How's that?"

"I just do. I can't go to places like that and just hang around."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just can't!"

"Well, how did you get through school like that?"

"Not very easily, but I did because I had to. I don't have to be surrounded by a bunch of people I don't know and won't fit in with at the club."

"Won't fit in with?"

"You can't fit in with people when you're not comfortable with them. I don't like crowds, I don't like strangers, and I really don't like a crowd of strangers. I just don't do well with that stuff."

He paused, puffing the joint in thought before passing it over and speaking.

"I noticed you were a bit quiet around people. Just figured you were being polite, like you always are."

"Well, now you know. Please don't tell anyone, it's embarrassing."

"But people will ask why you're not there."

"You could just tell them you don't know. If it helps, I won't tell you where I'll be, so it won't be a lie."

He laughed at this.

"Shit, man, how often have you had to maneuver yourself outta stuff like this?"

"More times than you can imagine. Actually, I have no idea where I'm gonna go. They'll probably be partying at the RV again tonight and I don't want to have to squirm my way out of it there."

"Fuck, man.", he said, taking the joint back and shaking his head again. "I had no idea. Is it really that big a problem?"

"It's a phobia. Like people who are afraid of heights, or snakes."

"So, what are you gonna do tonight?"

"Like I said, I haven't figured it out yet."

About an hour later, when we were done for the day, he gave me a hand signal from up ahead on his ATV for me to follow him. We ended up at an old, but well maintained trailer with a well kept lot in the front row. He introduced me to Bob and Sasha, a couple in their late forties, early fifties, I guessed. Bob looked like a mini grizzly bear and was confined to a wheelchair. Sasha was a friendly, somewhat pretty lady, thin with a leather bikini top, cowboy hat and tattoos.

Elmo explained to them both about my problem while I almost died of embarrassment, (I thought I asked him to please not tell anybody!) but then asked them if I could have their couch and a place at their table in exchange for some household chores that may need to be done. They gratefully accepted, reminding him that they didn't frequent the club and didn't have any plans to go that evening.

"Elmo,...", I said as he was leaving, "Thanks, I mean it."

Instead of answering, the giant walked by me, wondering aloud, "Now, whatever happened to that Jarid kid? Musta got lost along the way here,..."

Bob and Sasha were a lot more interested in showing me how 'they' used thermite to bring down the World Trade Center and how FEMA were setting up massive concentration camps all over the world in preparation for the 'New World Order'. Great people, I loved them.

Now I ambled into lot number seven, having left my bike at their place in favour of a nice quiet walk, prepared with a good story to brush off Mom's questions and taking a minute to pet good ole Maddie before walking in.

"- seeing you like that, it really made me see- Hi, Jarid.", Jen said, looking at me suddenly as I entered, her expression making me think I'd just interrupted something.

She was standing by the counter, wearing a little pink shirt with spaghetti straps that barely covered her braless nipples and a pair of cut off hip huggers that were,... very short. I was franticly trying to shove that image into my ever filling 'To Be Pressure washed Away' compartment, when I saw Mom in a stunning two piece, black bikini. There was another image to be franticly swept into safe containment as she smiled at me curiously.

Then I noticed the woman who was sitting with her back to me. She got up and turned to face me while the other two watched, wearing a one piece, white bathing suit that her big round tits seemed to be almost bursting from. But this wasn't the big thing about her. Neither was her natural, strong faced beauty, no it was those bright green eyes that she locked on mine right away.

"Jarid,", Mom spoke up, "I'd like you to meet someone. This is our friend, Olivia. She's Ollie and Shelly's daughter. Liv, this is my son, Jarid."

Olivia, about the same age as my mother, smiled wider, very warm and sincere as she moved forward with her hand proffered. It was like staring into the bright eyes of a man eating tiger and I actually had to force myself not to step back as I stared at this beauty.

"Hello, Jarid. I've been waiting to meet you."

(enter my paranoia)

Her voice was lower than most women's, a sort of bedroom husky note that Trixie had used a few times that night during our little nap, but Olivia's was for real. More importantly, she was smart. And an operator, like me. (We can tell our own) In fact, better than me and not by just a little. I was stunned, searching for something sensible to say in reply, completely taken aback by this person while my stupid sister giggled.

I ended up taking her hand as if in a daze, nodding and mumbling, "Pleased to meet you, Ma'am."

"Oh, please don't call me ma'am?" she laughed. "Just call me Liv."

I nodded again, at a loss for words again while her firm grip held on to my hand, her eyes still locked on mine as if waiting for me to look away first. Believe me, I wanted to, but I needed some kind of lifeline to break that eye contact with her without losing face, hoping either Mom or Jen would throw me one soon. Very soon. Despite her greatly alluring draw, this woman made me nervous as hell, and not in the way other attractive women did.

"Hey, have you swum out to the sandbar yet, sugar?"

(sugar?)

"I don't swim." I said, finally regaining a little composure and allowing myself to take in her whole face, rather than just those eyes and whatever was going on behind them.

"What are you talking about?" Jen asked with a scoff. "You know how to swim."

"But, I don't.", I said, taking my eyes from 'Liv' and grabbing that life preserver Jen threw, even though, as long as Olivia wouldn't let go of my hand, they'd end up back there sooner or later, anyway. "I mean, I can, but I don't bother. Like you most of the time."

"Well, it's a lot more fun here than in some filthy public pool. Come on with us this morning, you'll love it, bro."

Finally, she let my hand go and I glanced at her, giving her a quick smile, then back at Jen, saying, "No thanks. I actually got stuff to do pretty early and I just dropped in for a quick shower. Excuse me, please." I politely asked of Olivia, waiting for her to move so I wouldn't have to brush up against her in the narrow confines in order to get past and to the bathroom.

"What happened to you last night?" Mom asked while Olivia now fixed me with a curious look.

"I was helping someone out till pretty late and I crashed there. Just got up."

"Oh? Who was that?" Olivia asked.

"Bob and Sasha."

"Excellent people. A little paranoid, maybe, but top shelf people, for sure. So, you've been working with Elmo?"

(Shit, how did I get trapped into talking to her again?) "Yes."

"Keeping you busy?"

"Yes. Actually, I'm supposed to meet him at his place this morning to help him deal with the culvert out at the road, and that's why I actually do have to get going. On that shower, I mean."

She was looking at me like that again and, oh shit, this was going from bad to worse. I was afraid to really apply myself against her, not knowing a thing about her, and I didn't want to tip my hand to her if I hadn't already.

We locked eyes for an instant that seemed to last an eternity before she casually stood aside to allow me easy passage in my own RV, saying, "I appreciate you working so hard for us here, like you do. I imagine everyone does."

"It's okay." I said just as casually, not looking at her as I passed. "I like the work and he's been giving me good riding tips."

"Oh, that's right, too. You have a bike. We'll have to go out riding sometime, you and I."

"Sounds fun." I said non-commitally, almost at my bunk and very aware that I was now bordering on acting rude in my desperation to get the hell away from Olivia.

"Coming to the Club tonight?" Jen called. "There's a big event happening!"

(Fuck!) 

"Depends on how tired I am after,... everything. Anybody need the bathroom for a while?" I asked, quickly grabbing some old clothes and my personal gear.

Nobody did and I had to force myself to calmly enter the bathroom, eerily feeling them all watching me. Or was that just my paranoia again?

I dropped my stuff on the vanity in the closet sized bathroom, leaning against it and finding my face in the mirror. I looked my own self in the eyes and heaved a big sigh, letting it out slowly while suddenly being reminded of that old film, The Body Snatchers.

"Get your shit together. She's just another person, is all." I mumbled to myself.

I took my good old time shaving, brushing my teeth, showering, getting dressed and combing my hair, hoping they'd all leave to go swimming before I got out, but that wasn't happening. I walked out, putting on a rushed and distracted attitude in my thrift store, faded blue jeans and old Guns N Roses T-shirt, firing my gear back into my bunk and heading for the door.

"Have something to eat before you leave, hon." Mom said.

"I had a big breakfast at Bob and Sasha's, I'm good." I assured her, adding on my way by, "Nice meeting you, Olivia."

"Likewise. Hope you make it tonight." she said, smiling but watching me very closely. 

"Can never tell." I told her with a returned smile. 

I bid them all goodbye and made my exit, walking straight for the track, giving Maddie a scratch on the head as she paced along with me for about ten feet.

I heaved another big sigh of relief, even wondering if I'd blown the whole thing with this Olivia out of proportion. This was Ollie and Shelly's own daughter, after all. Was I just affected by her looks? Women definitely made me nervous, but never like that. Plus, there was the whole feel of the situation once I cast my mind back as I walked. Jen and Mom were,... weird. Nothing I could put my finger on, apart from how they were dressed, but just the same,...

The two things I was able to settle my mind on before reaching Elmo's place was that this Olivia woman was most definitely 'Odd Thing Number Three', and that, like her father, she wasn't to be crossed.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I was putting along behind Elmo at about two thirty, on our way to his place to drop the tools before getting ready for a trail ride he'd organized. The morning's events had become less important, seemingly overblown in the light of having successfully dealt with the culvert, heat or no heat, and I wasn't really thinking much of them until I saw Jen coming out of a lot, flagging us down.

"Hi, Elmo!" she said happily, dressed the way she was that morning.

"Hey, Barbie! Punch anyone out today?"

"Would you stoooooop?" she laughed. 

"How can we help ya?"

"Umm, actually, I kinda wanted to talk to Jarid about something."

"Can it wait?" I asked. "Kinda busy right now."

I could tell by the look on her face that she may have let it go at that, but then Elmo spoke up.

"Go ahead, I can deal with this, man. Come up the house when you're ready to go, 'bout an hour?"

"Uh, yeah." (shit!) "Sounds good."

He took off and Jen hopped on the back of the bike with me.

"What's goin on?" I asked irritatedly, thinking of how she was dressed, despite how hard I was trying not to do that.

"That way. That last picnic table, there in the shade."

She hopped off when we got there and sat at one side of the table, me on the other and facing her after carefully setting my bike on its stand in the grass.

"Okay, what?" I asked, the feelings of this morning creeping back into my chest.

She gave me a funny look, then said, "You were kinda rude with Olivia this morning."

"I was?"

"Yes."

"I didn't mean it, I just woke up and I was kinda late."

"Yeah,... that's really no excuse. Livy is a really nice person, you know."

"'Livy'?"

"You should apologize, or something the next time you see her."

"Fine, I will." I said, shrugging one shoulder.

" ... What's your problem?"

"I don't have a-"

"That won't work this time."

"I don't have a problem." I stated emphatically. "I'm a bit tired lately, is all and-"

"You're lying. Anyway, this is supposed to be a vacation, why are you always working or sleeping?"

"I'm not, I'm going on a trail ride later."

"Then, why are you always too tired to do anything else? Why are you being such a jerk lately?"


"How in hell am I being a jerk?"

"Like I said, this is supposed to be a family vacation and you're hardly around."

"How would you know, neither are you."

"I'm spending time with Mom!"

"Pffftt!"

"See? You're acting like a jerk!"

I rubbed the back of my neck, looking across the park and allowing the colourful patio lanterns to distract my eyes for some seconds before answering.

"Haven't you noticed anything,... weird here?"

"No, like what?"

"No kids, for one. We're the youngest people here and there's damned few people here in their twenties."

"So?"

"The general appearance of all the people here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that everyone here seems to be,... like peas in a pod. And not the suburbanite pod."

"There's nothing wrong with anybody here, they're all nice people. What are you talking about?"

Lowering my voice a little, I said, "They're bikers."

" ... Wha?" she asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

"Bik-kers.", I re-explained, looking her straight in the eye. "Like the Hells Angels, or whatever club they belong to."

"What!?"

"Trust me, it's true."

"What the hell makes you think that!?"

"Oh, I don't know,...", I answered sarcastically. "The copies of Easy Rider in every trailer, the free running booze, pot and cigarettes, pickup trucks full of 'The Boys', the fact that I can easily imagine any of them in leather and on a Harley? Oh, and let's not forget the six Harleys in Junior's yard and the few others you'll see around, plus the tattoos, piercings and all the big tits."

She was slowly shaking her head. 

"Big tits?" she asked, raising her brows.

"Bikers usually like women with big tits, look at any Easy Rider mag and-"

"You're a paranoid tard." she said, laughing now.

"I am not a-"

"You are, just listen to yourself! And who cares if they are bikers? They've been nothing but good to us, Jarid. You're hanging around one, what problem could you possibly have with these people?"

"I'm not saying they aren't friendly, I'm just saying that they're bikers and that, as bikers, they have a different,... way."

"What, a friendly way?"

"Fuck sakes, Jen, haven't you noticed an overly relaxed social scene here? Bikers have different morals than us, they're not like us and it doesn't matter how friendly they're being. I'm talking loose, alternative lifestyles here that we don't want to get sucked into!"

Now she paused before answering, giving me a strange look before saying, "I think you're just talking a lot of bullshit."

"Oh, you brainless twit, you know this is my thing, would you just listen to what I'm saying and-"

She got up, angry now and probably about the 'brainless twit' thing, but leaned over the table with her hands on its top as if she wanted me to see down her very low cut shirt, which I couldn't help but do..

"No, you listen to what I'm saying! These are very friendly people who have taken us in and have done all they could for us! Mom is happier than I've ever seen her in my life and I'm happy here, too! If you're too much of a stupid snob to enjoy yourself, then that's your problem, but don't fuck it up for the rest of us! I had a lot more to lose than you in coming here, but you don't see me ruining it, do you?"

"What did You have to lose? Hockey school? Mom paid for that with Dad's money! I actually had a job that I was going to use to get by on my own dime with, until I got dragged out here to spend the summer having to meet people like Olivia!"

"Don't you dare say anything bad about her!"

"What are you talking about, idiot? You've only known the woman, what? A day!? Believe me, you have no idea what you're dealing with-"

"Well, I happen to think that Mom's judgment is a lot sharper than yours, you stuck up fucktard!" she flung, quite angry now.

But, so was I.

"Give me a break! Mom is too spazzed out to even notice that you've been running around like a little two dollar whore ever since we got here!"

Her bottom lip quivered before both of them curled, creating that expression she gets just before she punches someone in the face but, as her brother, I was exempt from that kind of retaliation from her.

Well, that's what I thought. 

By the time I got off the grass, my hand on the side of my suddenly aching jaw, she'd already run across the track and was cutting through someone's lot.

"Shit! Fuck!" I hissed.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

The ride would have been a lot more fun, had it not been for that argument with Jen lingering on my mind the entire time. And then, of course, my paranoia had a little party with me, telling me I was surrounded, worse, out in the woods with 'The Boys', supposedly for my protection and without any civilization in sight. Brilliant maneuvering on my part, I thought at the time, winding down a steep, narrow trail in the dust cloud of two ATVs ahead of me. 

I didn't bother going back home for a helmet, or anything. I already had work boots on and, with a spare helmet borrowed from Elmo, I was ready. Simplicity rocks and that was definitely one thing I did like about Wheeling Park.




Wheeling Park Ch. 06



I kept asking myself if I went too far, asking myself if I should have just kept my mouth shut about the whole thing for our own good. But then, wasn't I the so-called 'Man of the House', or did that only count when the father dies? One thing was sure, I believed everything I said. The way she was dressed at the time, right in front of me and everyone else, was proof enough of that and I didn't need the mental image of my own sister in those cutoffs and half a shirt added to the already backed up 'To Be Pressure washed Away' department.

Later on, during a joint stop, I was whizzing into the woods and laughing silently at my earlier fears of being beaten and left for dead out there, when Elmo sidled up for the same purpose. Once his stream started, he looked over at me with a smile.

"All that fuckin bouncin' around, eh? So, is her punch as hard as it looks on video?" 

"Huh?"

"Hey man, watch it, you almost pissed on me."

"Sorry."

"She got a hard punch?"

"How did you know?"

"You been rubbing your jaw all afternoon, especially just before we left and you been quiet all day. Even for you."

"Shit. Yeah, she's got a hard punch. It's okay, though."

"You must've really pissed her off."

"Yeah.", I admitted, hitching myself up again.

"Hey,... Y'know, park stuff is park stuff. Don't take it too seriously."

I didn't respond to this, whatever it meant, as I took the helmet from where I'd left it hanging on the end of my handlebars.

"In fact," he continued, hitching himself up now, "if you could somehow just relax a bit,... Well, I think it'd be good for you. Trixie's been asking why you haven't come to visit her."

"Come on, daylights a wastin'!" one of the other riders yelled, starting his machine.

"Go on ahead n take your time, we'll be right along!" Elmo yelled back.

As they waved and idled off, Elmo said, "You know, she really was expecting you and I think her feelings are a little hurt."

"Oh, no.", I groaned.

"It's not all that bad. Just go see her. And bring her something."

"Elmo,... I'm sorry, but I just have this little problem with going to visit your wife where I could end up in bed with her. There, I said it."

"Well, shit. Would it help if I told you that we're not actually married? Common-law."

We looked at one another a moment before I stated, "You know? That does help a little."

Maybe it was just the pot, but we both started laughing.

"But seriously, I do have a problem with this." I affirmed once we'd mostly gotten over that little moment.

"You think she's pretty?"

"Yes."

"Nice body?"

"Well, Yeah."

"Just go visit her and be her friend, like you said you would. Enjoy some time with her.", he advised, getting on his ATV and grabbing his helmet. "C'mon, mount up. We don't want to fall too far behind."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

It was after dark when we got back, late enough that Trixie had already left for the club. I returned the helmet and puttered down the back row, anxiously craning my neck to see if there were any lights on in the RV. There wasn't. I puttered right in, shoving the bike in behind the big camper, ass end first, before walking inside.

Nope, nobody there. I left the lights out and grabbed some food before doing the whole shower and change thing. Since everyone was gone, I thought I'd stay there for the night and that ladder I noticed again on the back of the RV gave me a great idea for in case anybody came a knock-knock-knockin'.

I rolled a few joints out of the pot that Elmo gave me, grabbed some beer and my MP3 player and went out the door, scouting for that lightweight, red lawn lounger I'd noticed earlier.

"Hey, Maddie. I'd bring you up to the roof, but ladders are strictly a primate thing, girl. No, I'm not crawling under the camper with you."

She really was a good dog. I patted her as I hit 'Play', inviting a little punk/rap fusion into my senses. I put the beer on a lawn chair and grabbed the red lounger, dragging it across the grass and around to the rear of the RV, wondering if it would be as easy as I'd assumed to get it up there.

I found Olivia sitting on my bike, wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a loose fitting, low necked, shiny black shirt that looked more like lingerie. She was softly rocking it back and forth against the transmission and looking down as though she were trying to find Neutral. My visitor looked up just as I was shoving my heart back down my throat and to my chest where it belonged and fumbling for the stupid MP3.

"These were never like this." she said.

" ... Huh?"

"These old XRs were never notchy like this. You got a problem."

"It works."

"It shouldn't work like that. Where in hell is Neutral?"

"It's an owner's bike."

She paused at this, looking at me with an unreadable expression before looking at the lounger.

"Is that your date tonight?"

I looked behind me at the lawn furniture, then back, shrugging. 

"She was available." I said with the driest wit. 

This time, I was ready for her, however, I did wish she'd get off my bike.

"Yeah? Where were you taking her?"

I had to answer this, since there was no other explanation, and said, "The roof."

"Why?"

"I thought it would be cool."

"Wanna go sit on the picnic table for a little while, first? I'm sure she won't mind."

" ... Alright." I didn't like this, but at least she was getting off my bike.

We walked out and she sat on the top, her low heeled, black shoes resting on the seat while she patted the space next to her. I settled there, beside her.

"So,...", Olivia began, "You have some doubts about our little corner of Paradise, do you?"

(Oh-my-god!) 

"That was a private conversation." I managed after some considerable mental scramble.

"Yeah, well it isn't now. You said what you said."

"I can't believe she told you." I mumbled, looking away with a sour expression on my face. 

"She came back crying, Jarid. She was very upset and, of course, your mother and I were going to want to know what happened."

"So, why isn't Mom here?"

"I told her I'd deal with this."

" ... You two are good friends, aren't you?"

" ... What concerns me is your dissatisfaction with your surroundings."

"I'm not making any trouble, I just had a conversation with my sister, something I have every right to do.", I affirmed, finding it a lot easier to talk to her when we weren't facing one another. 

So far, a careful defense had been serving me well, but her evasion of my comment concerning she and Mom's friendship had sparked my curiosity. 

"Nobody's saying you're making any trouble. In fact, people like you for helping Elmo like you do. I'm just a little curious about how two faced you can be to categorize us as being so 'alternative' to your 'lifestyle' while looking us in the face and being so nice to us, at the same time. I wonder what Elmo would think. You know, he likes you a lot."

"You're painting a pretty ugly picture of me and it's just not like that."

"So, how is it?"

"I don't answer to you, lady." 

I was emboldened and it just popped out of my mouth.

" ... I'm,... going to let that pass. But, for your information, you do answer to me while you're here. People have been thrown out for saying what you just did."

"You're trying to bully me. It won't work. I'm sorry I made some observations and warned my own sister to be careful about her behaviour because I was concerned, but I said what I said to my sister. Not you. It's none of your business and I'm not going to sit here and be interrogated by you like this."

So then, I just got off the picnic table, intending to grab the lounger and continue on my way, suddenly reminding myself that this woman was not to be crossed and already knowing that I'd probably gone too far.

I was grabbed from behind and whipped back to the top of the picnic table in a tangle of limbs. Olivia was right on top of me with two handfuls of my shirt and she didn't look very happy.

"What did you say!? What!?" she seethed.

"Nothing!" I said in a sudden panic, but not daring to move.

"What!!?"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Didn't say anything, what!?"

"I didn't say anything, Olivia!" I assured her. 

(Ohm'god, she's going to kill me!)

But she let me go, quickly stepping off the table and walking a few feet away, pointing back as I slowly rose to a sitting position, wide eyed and totally freaked out.

"You little shit!" You're lucky you're Trudy's kid!"

I wasn't about to go near that, now. Hell, I was seriously thinking about apologizing, but I always hated having to run the white flag up the pole and, as freaked as I was, I decided to wait until the last minute anyway.

She paced a few times, putting her hand on her forehead while looking at the grass, before suddenly coming back to the good old picnic table to look me right in the eye from about six inches away, holding me with that thing she had about her while she spoke in a measured tone.

"I was here before they cut the first trail through this property. I was one of the ones who helped make this place happen and I still do. I deserve respect and you will give it to me, you get it?"

"Yes, Olivia."

"Even when I'm out beyond that culvert that you helped fix today, I get respect. I'll be damned if I'll let a little snot-nosed kid treat me like you just did when I'm here, of all places, do you get that?"

"Yes, Olivia."

"Try to imagine how upset I am with you!"

She straightened up and wandered away a few steps, obviously getting hold of herself again. She grabbed two of the beer a half minute later, gave me one and opened the other before hopping up beside me on the picnic table again.

"Okay, we got off on the wrong foot, didn't we?" ... "Didn't we?"

"Yes, Olivia." I quickly agreed, trying to sidle away from her in such a way as she wouldn't notice.

"That's right. Drink your beer."

I opened it and took a slug and waited for her to speak.

After she took a long drink herself, she said, "You're more or less right about us. You don't need to know any details, but yeah. And, like anybody else, believe it or not, we like to enjoy our summers and we like to get away from it all, and here is where we do that. There's nobody here that's dangerous, or out of control and there's no guns, hard drugs, gambling, prostitution, or whatever you might have been expecting, so just fucking relax, Jarid."

"I'm relaxing, Olivia." 

"Well, you don't sound like it. Take another drink. Now, I think the question I asked about how you really feel about us deserves an answer, so let's hear it."

I swallowed and just looked at her. I had to, because I couldn't find words and I didn't want her to think I was ignoring her.

"Well? You said it wasn't like how I described it. What's it like, then?"

She really had me here.

"Well,... like I said, I was just concerned and,... Well, you get raised a certain way, you have expectations and you learn not to deviate, I guess. I really do like everyone I met here, and that's the truth. (except for you) I'm just,..."

"What? ... C'mon, you were doing good."

"I'm just out of my element and things aren't the way they're supposed to be."

And there it was. The woman made me tell myself where I stood.

"We scare you."

"No. Not really."

"How so?"

"I'm not going to answer that. But, I'm sorry if what I said to Jen made me look two faced. It really wasn't like that and she wouldn't see it that way, either."

" ... I'll accept that. Jarid, you've got to understand that no harm will come to you, or your family while you're here. Nobody is forced to do anything, if that weren't so, then the trappings from town would- Look, just trust me. People do what they want here within limits that are more liberal than what you're used to, that's all. Your mother and your sister are both adults, doing what they want to do and they're very happy here. And I'm very glad they're happy, because I like them, like everybody else here does. And they like you, too, but they won't if you start acting like you're better than them, you understand?"

"Yes, Olivia."

"Just yes is fine, I told you to relax. Take another drink." she said, taking another bolt herself before going on. "Because you don't have the right to call the shots in another person's life, not even your mum and sisters, and especially not while you're here. And here's another thing I'd like to mention: I know how you deal with people. I know all about it. Don't try your little games with me, because we both know I've been around your little track more times than you can imagine, and then a few you've never heard of. Don't insult me by thinking you can deal with me. Say what you mean and mean what you say, because that's the way it works here. Alright?"

"Alright."

She seemed to be in a strange mood now, a very brusque one.

"You're going to apologize to your sister and your mother. Not now. I wanted to bring you to the Club and help you to loosen up and have a great time with us, but now I don't even want you there. You'll probably just ruin our night, so you'll do it later, after we've had a chance to forget about your assholery for a bit. I'll tell them I talked to you and I'll make sure they're receptive when we get back, but you owe them an apology. You hear?"

"Yes.", I said gloomily.

"And you'd better be here when we get back. You are sorry for calling Barbie a two dollar whore, aren't you? For saying your mother is spazzed out?"

"Yes.", I resignedly answered with no other answer open to me.

"Good, because that really pissed me off. I'm trying to make sure everybody gets along here, Jarid. Your co-operation would be a big help."

After giving me a long look that felt more like an inspection, she suddenly gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning and heading out of the lot. I let a long breath out, wondering how long I'd been holding it.

The top of the RV no longer appealed to me after she left, for some reason. I was still trying to get over the fact that I almost got beat up by a woman and was just thankful she was gone. I finished the beer, sitting there on the table a while longer with a second one while Maddie lay in the grass in front of me.

In a while, I was able to look at the encounter a bit more logically. Olivia was a charismatic leader type who was used to getting her way and prepared to do what it took to get it. And she would easily resort to physical force, possibly real violence, if need be.

I believed the things she said about herself and the other park residents and even respected her and their ways, but she made it clear that I was along for the ride from here on. It was true, too, especially judging by my earlier conversation with Jen. I wondered if I should try to corner Mom, or at least just say the right things and watch her responses to see where she really stood. I'd have the chance later, but doing that now would be pretty risky, whether Olivia was there or not. Cause that was something else she was pretty clear about, wasn't it?

After smoking one of the joints I rolled, I grabbed another beer, starting to feel the nervous cramp in my gut ease a little. There was no way I dared to leave. I had to play it very careful with Olivia from now on and I no longer felt I could trust Jen, apologies or no. After a while, I decided to just go turn in. I was getting sleepy and, chances were, they would wait until tomorrow morning instead of waking me up. 

I got up too fast for the beer and pot I'd had and caught a dizzy spell, slumping against the counter and seeing stars in the still darkened RV before I could even make my bunk. After the world came back into focus, I carefully made my way back and climbed in, closing the privacy curtain, and after some brief minutes with the bed spins, I must have passed out.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I dreamed that there was something on me. A warm weight of flesh, like a snake, or some strange skinned animal. It was a Komodo Dragon, its guiltless eyes staring at me while its tongue caressed my face, making me feel everything was alright even though it seemed to be squeezing harder-

"Wha-!!" I yelled, coming awake to find someone on top of me. 

My legs and arms flailed instinctually until I was held immobile by the person with the now familiar perfume.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Olivia soothed, kissing my forehead again once I'd settled to stare up at her face in shock. "It's only me."

"Uh huh." I wheezed. "I,... I can't breathe, Olivia."

"But, you're awake. I'm glad to see you're still here."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"That's the spirit, kid. Straighten yourself up, I'll send them inside in a few minutes, Okay?"

"Super."

"Don't pout.", she told me, sliding off of me and backing out of the cubicle bunk just as my brain began dumping a liter of blood down south.

For the first, time I realized that there were people in the lot outside my window. I pulled the curtain and watched them milling about, getting settled while laughing and talking like partiers do.

(even better.)

I rolled out as she left, closing the door behind her. I was still somewhat drunk and high, but more or less alright as I stumbled into the bathroom to douse my face with cold water, finger combing my hair back and trying to brush away the horrible taste in my mouth. 

Someone started a radio with some half decent nineties stuff as I nuked a cup of six hour old coffee from the percolators carafe. I was just able to gulp half of it and turn around, when they entered, all three of them.

Mom was wearing a pair of those stretchy casual pants, grey, very snug and clinging to her body, right down to her ankles. A short, olive green, thin button up sweater hugged her upper curves and showed her belly, the top buttons left undone to expose more than a little cleavage and a little of that piece of cloth between the cups of her bra. Most notably, her makeup and hair was in place again and I couldn't believe this beauty was my mother.

Jen was also made up, had ringleted hair and wore a short, bright orange dress that had no back, shoulders, or sleeves and tied around the back of her neck. Her tiny black bra and panties were just visible under the tight, brighter orange dress and she wore black stockings, the tops of which, along with garter straps, visible just under her hemline. Oh yeah, she was quite a sight as I wondered where in hell she got a dress like that.

I tried to concentrate on their faces

Mom fixed me with a strange expression, not angry, but as though she were wondering about me while Jen looked down, an expression on her face that said she was waiting for my apology before she'd give me the time of day. Olivia stood between and behind them and, not wanting to do this under her direction, I jumped right in.

"Mom, I'm sorry I said you were,... well, spazzed out. You know I- I think you're smart and I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it."

It was sincere, at least under the circumstances, and she received it that way.

"I accept your apology, honey, thank you."

I nodded my relief, but then turned to Jen, glancing at Olivia to see her watching this closely. (bitch)

"Jen, I,... Jeez, I wish I didn't call you that. I hope you know I don't see you like that, I just thought I was helping. I'm really, really sorry I hurt your feelings and I wish I never said it. ..... Forgive me?"

She nodded, looking up at me for the first time and showing her small forgiveness smile. "I'm sorry I hit you, I promise I won't do it again. Umm, I hope it didn't hurt too bad."

I shrugged, saying, "It's okay, I got over it. I was more upset about,... you know."

"Yeah." 

"Now kiss and make up.", Olivia said.

I would have taken that as an expression, but Jen and Mom apparently chose to take it literally, each one kissing me on the cheek.




Wheeling Park Ch. 06



"Why don't you come out with us?" Mom asked. "You missed a great time at the club, come on out."

Olivia nodded solemnly behind them, looking pointedly at me as I opened my mouth with a ready excuse as to why I couldn't do that. I closed it again, my eyes too for a second, before opening them and saying one word in a quiet, resigned voice. 

"Okay."

"Then get yourself a beer and come on." Mom said with a reassuring smile before turning and going out.

Jen was looking at me, still showing her forgiveness smile and when she got my attention, she asked tentatively, as if testing me, "Do you like my outfit? My friend, Robbie loaned it to me and did my hair and makeup, too."

"You look great." I said truthfully with a little smile quickly pasted on. 

Hey, streetwalkers do look great, just not when they're your own sister.

"Barbie girl, why don't you go on out while I have a quick word with your brother, alright? We'll be right there."

"Okay, Livy."

I opened the beer I'd got from the refrigerator while Jen was leaving and leaned against the counter, not looking at Olivia.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No."

"Did you mean it when you said she looked great?"

"Yes.", I admitted.

"Don't you think your mother looks nice, too?"

"Yes."

"Well, I think you should make it a point to tell her the first chance you get. It would mean a lot to her, coming from you."

"I will. (fuck, I hate this) I'd rather not go out there."

"Barbie told me about you and your little hang-up. I guarantee you it's okay, I'll be right there beside you the whole time."

"Hey, that's just great." I said unenthusiastically.

"Don't start, Jarid." she warned me."

"It's not just a little hang-up, you know."

"I'll be there."

"Yeah, yeah." I said quietly, feeling defeated, nervous as hell and somewhat depressed.

"Hey.", she said, moving around and taking me by the shoulders. "Look at me. That's better. Now, when I guarantee something, it's guaranteed, alright? You'll see that in time, but right now, I guarantee that everything will be alright out there. Just trust me and be yourself, people already like you, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Hey Jarid,... Do you think I look nice tonight?"

" ... Yes." I said carefully, suddenly realizing that the woman had actually crawled into my bed with me. 

"Thank you. Women like compliments, you know."

"Alright."

"Let's go, then."

Outside, Olivia asked a couple sitting in a double lawn chair up against the side of the RV if they wouldn't mind giving it up for us, which they happily did. She patted the seat beside her with a smile and I took it, nervously fidgeting with the bottle of beer I was holding.

Shelly and Ollie were there, as well as Junior with an attractive blonde woman, his straw cowboy hat on her head. There was a beautiful black woman with a black man, (presumably her husband, but who knew?) Carrie, the guys who helped hook up the utilities and some people I'd seen around. They were all very friendly as they would sometimes approach to talk, introducing themselves and so on. 

She was telling the truth. I didn't notice much nervous tension, because she talked to me the whole time, keeping me occupied and with some purpose for being there, instead of being left to close in on myself. Of course, conversation with Olivia wasn't exactly desirable, but actually preferable to the horrifying social alternative.



Wheeling Park Ch. 07



"Not so bad, is it?" Olivia asked.

I was beginning to mellow out a little, actually more comfortable with the situation, with her there. But don't think this little coup of hers was lost on me, I knew just what she did there and why she did it. The only question was her motives. Was I to believe that she actually gave a shit about my social discomforts?

"I guess not." I answered, watching the black woman dancing face to face with Carrie to Bachman Turner Overdrive.

"So, what do you think looks best about me tonight?"

"Looks best?" I asked, wondering where this was heading.

"Well, let me ask you this first: Do you find me attractive?"

" ... Yes." 

"You sure? You hesitated there."

"Yes, you look good." I said in a carefully aloof manner.

"So, if you could stare at one spot on me, where would it be?"

(what the ffff,...?) 

"Uhhh. I guess your, um,... Gee whiz, why do you wanna know that?"

"Just curious. I mean, I could assume it would be my tits, but maybe assuming some things with you would be a mistake."

"Your- well, I suppose, yeah. Not necessarily, I don't know. ... Yes, it would be your- You know."

"Tits?" she teased.

"Yeah.", I sighed, taking a drink of beer and looking around.

Shelly was dancing with some guy a little further out towards the track. They stopped and I watched as he actually helped her out of her shirt, leaving her in a satin slip that covered almost half of her huge melons. 

I looked away and saw Junior, slow dancing with the unknown blonde, probably his wife but, again, who'd know? They were speaking in one another's ear with smiles.

Mom was talking to one of the guys who hooked up the RVs utilities when we first got here. She nodded, listening closely as he spoke, then looked down with a small grin before looking back up at him again. He laughed a little and looked down her revealing top.

Jen had joined Robbie and Carrie at their request, dancing close with them while they spoke.

"So, you'd look at my tits, huh? I suppose you'd like to stare at Mums. Most people tend to when they first meet her, man or woman. I think they just want to get a good look so they can get over it and move on with their lives."

"I can see that."

"Is that why you want to look at mine?"

"I didn't say I want to look at them."

"Yes you did."

"No, I said that if I could stare at any part of you, which was what your question was, I would stare at your,... them."

"Tits, Jarid, just say it. And that amounts to the same thing, by the way. You'd like to get a good look at my tits."

"Olivia," I said, feeling my face going a little hot and trying not to think of her all to nice tits. "I don't want to look at them."

"But you would."

" ... Fine, I would, can we please drop it?"

"Like, if you were watching me and I didn't know, you'd take the opportunity."

"No! That's peeping tomery!"

"'Peeping tomery'? Ha! Ha ha!"

"Oh, god." I said disgustedly, looking away.

"You smiled, I saw that."

"I did not." I lied.

"Liar."

"I didn't."

"You must like me a little bit, sugar."

"Stop teasing me, Olivia."

"Cause I like you. Maybe more than a little bit and call me Liv."

I shook my head and looked around again. Jen was coming toward us with a devious smile. She swayed just a bit and landed in Olivia's lap.

"Hi.", she said, taking another drink of her beer.

"I think you've had enough of that for a little while, my little Barbie doll." Olivia said with a warm expression, taking the bottle out of her hand.

"Okay.", she easily agreed. "Having a good time, Jarid?"

"Oh, yeah." I replied, trying to make it sound real.

"Just relax, have fun. Hey, Carrie wants to give you a tat. No charge."

"I wouldn't know what to get."

"She's got all kinds of nice ones, but she'd probably do something custom."

I nodded as Olivia's hand landed on Jen's thigh and caressed it lightly while she listened.

"And she's really, really good, too. She even owns her own parlour and everything."

"Cool, I'll think about it."

"Hey, look at your mum." Olivia said.

We looked. She'd gotten a little closer and wore a tolerant, but humoured expression as the big guy she was talking to began unbuttoning her top further, leaving only the bottom button and spreading the opened sweater around her large boobs. She giggled when he was finished in her very sexy white bra with colourful little flowers all over it, her nipples making quite an impression.

"Look at her nipples." Jen said. "She's pretty horny."

"Holy shit." I breathed, stunned and shamefully turned on. 

Jen and Olivia weren't helping that situation, either and another couple of images were on their way to that well known department in my head where nothing at all had been accomplished, anyway. 

Jen watched with a leering smile while Olivia squeezed her thigh.

"Jarid wants to see my tits, you know."

I almost died on the spot while Jen laughed out loud.

"Olivia, don't! You know I never said that!"

"Isn't he cute when he's embarrassed? We had that conversation and we rationally established that you want to see my tits, don't you remember?"

"No, that's just what you keep saying. You're trying to put words in my mouth."

Jen grabbed Olivia's tits and squeezed them together slowly, then let them go and looked at me.

"They're really nice tits." she said matter of factly, as though she were defending the quality of produce at Mr. Grocer.

Before I could even get over this, Shelly walked up and greeted the three of us in her usual manner. Jen immediately hugged her and looked at her unreal tits with something like awe. Well, they were something else, alright. 

"How are you two little darlings?" she enthused. "Having a good time, are we?"

I couldn't help but smile with Jen and say that I was, no matter what kind of a time I was really having. She was just like that. Not to mention,... 

"You've got really nice big boobs, Shelly." Jen said.

I almost choked on the beer I'd just finished. She was acting like,... I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't. And I didn't have time, anyway.

"Thank you, sweetie, you've got a very nice set of tits, too."

"Thanks. Umm, is it true that they hurt your back?"

"Oh, yes."

"I got the reduction surgery because of it.", Olivia said.

"Wow. Will mine hurt?"

"It's proportional, you'll be fine." Olivia answered.

"Can I see one?" Jen asked Shelly, looking at her chest again.

"Of course."

I almost dropped the empty bottle in my hand when I saw Jen casually reach out and pull the satin down from Shelly's shoulder and use both hands to lift her boob out.

"Wow.", she said, pinching the nipple up. "They're totally like,... wow."

I caught Olivia's eye while I was staring at this scene in disbelief. There was a small smirk on her lips as our eyes met.

"Thanks you, Shelly." Jen said, replacing the boob.

"No problem, sweetie. Wait till the wet T-shirt contest. Bye, all."

"Bye, Mum." Olivia called.

I could only lift my hand in farewell and let it drop almost as a deadweight while Jen said a cheerful, "Later! You should have asked to touch one, Jarid."

"Yeah, Jarid." Olivia said, backing her up with that same grin. "Here, you look like you need a drink, finish your sister's beer."

She was definitely right about that and I took the almost full bottle.

Carrie and the black woman were on the red lounger, making out. I took another drink and tried not to stare, my hardon now complete and very uncomfortable. Mom was now also talking to the black guy, who reached out and grabbed her boob and shook it as if he were introducing himself. Mom was surprised, but laughed along with the two men. 

"Jarid, take a look." Olivia alerted. 

I looked at her to see where she meant. Right there. Jen was slowly pulling down the front of Olivia's shirt while smiling at me.

"Aw, geez."

"Don't look away, just stare at them like you want to." she directed as Jen tugged the foil like material over her large nipples and down under the rounds of her beautiful tits.

"Geez, Olivia." was all I could say.

"Call me Liv, sugar. I'll leave them out so you can stare whenever you want. See, aren't I nice?"

I didn't reply as Jen started playing with Olivia's bared nipples.

"Mmm, that's nice Barbie. Oh, look at Mummy."

The black man had crooked a finger between the cups of her bra, pulling her forward against a small amount of playful resistance on Mom's part to kiss her, then letting her lean back so he could pull her in again for another kiss. The other guy was rubbing Mom's back under her sweater and talking into her ear with a grin.

The same younger guy that was earlier dancing with Shelly was now pulling her long skirt down, pausing to kiss her ass while he did. He lifted the back of her slip and kissed her some more while she reached back and held the back of his head. The blonde that came with Junior walked up and kissed her on the mouth, licking her lips passionately with her tongue. Shelly returned this by pulling down the younger woman's halter top before they kissed again and wrapped their arms around each other.

"Look at Mom now, Jarid." Jen said with a funny tone in her voice.

Mom had one hand in each of the big man's front pockets, feeling around and I barely heard her laugh, saying, "This better not be some dirty trick, you scoundrel. What's-? Oh! Oh! Ha ha ha ha! Oh my god! You don't have any car keys in your pockets at all, do you? Ha ha! Whoo!" she cried as the black guy grabbed both her boobs from behind and started playing with them.

"I love her, so flirtatious in that way of hers.", Olivia observed as though with pride. 

Her hand drifted further up Jen's skirt while my misaligned cock was starting to become agonizing. This was nuts. I knew I should leave, but it wasn't as if that would stop anything.

By the Mom got her hands out of the big guy's pockets, her boobs were half out of her bra. She covered her nipples and backed away a step, playfully warning them off when another man walked up behind her and put his hand on her ass. She turned, her mouth open in surprise and he kissed her, holding her there while the big guy grabbed her ass in his place. He smiled as her ran his hand all over, stopping to squeeze here and there and gently pulling her ass cheeks apart while he grinned in appreciation. The tall black guy put his hands on her thighs and began feeling her legs and hips, soon moving to her inner thigh as Mom broke the kiss, looking back and down over her shoulder with a long little moan.

"Wow. What a turn on." Jen said. "What do you think they'll do with her?"

"Whatever they want, I expect. She's a very gracious and thankful person, your mother, and I do believe that she likes to entertain. What do you think, Jarid?"

I swallowed, watching their hands all over her ass and legs, the third man now grabbing her boobs as he kissed her neck.

"I,... Holy shit." was all I could say.

"I know. "You must be pretty hard watching this."

"I'm- I uhh,... ", I sputtered, flushing and seeing Jen playing with Olivia's other nipple now while watching Mom.

"Look, look at what Jet is doing!"

The black man had his fingers between Mom's legs, his thumb pressing between her cheeks, driving her up on her tiptoes while the third man now had her tits right out of her bra and was having quite a party with them. Another man walked up and casually put his hand on her belly and slid it down between her legs, rubbing her crotch through her pants and I clearly heard her moan louder in appreciation.

"That is sooooo,... fucking hot.", Jen breathed.

"Why don't you go help her? I think she's going to need some help, don't you?"

"Really?" Jen giggled.

"Just go and say hi."

"Jen,...", I tried. 

"Well, it is Mom and it's the least I can do."

" ... Ho-ly fuck."

She hopped up from Olivia's lap and gave my shocked, open mouth a kiss, slipping me her tongue before walking off.

"She- Oh my fuck, what in hell are they doing?", I wondered aloud, shaking my head as I watched Mom's pants being unbuttoned to allow a few hands to get in.

"Why don't you take your pants off and let me help you relax?" Olivia sleazed, dropping my eyes to my crotch as I dropped mine to her chest.

"I,... I don't know if that's,... what I should do."

"Stand up, honey."

I did, looking at her totally awesome boobs again as she leaned forward and undid my belt, then the front of my jeans. She smiled at me, me staring back as she pulled my pants right down and lifted my feet out of them where they landed on the grass. She then put her leg up on the chair. 

"Come and sit between my legs, back to me. Watch your sister and your mum enjoying themselves."

"I shouldn't be doing this." I worried, wondering if I'd still be standing there if I were sober.

"Yes, you should. You want to and you can. Look."

I turned around as Mom's pants were being slowly peeled down over her hips. Her matching panties were full of fingers, poking and prodding everywhere, her legs spread, back arched, lower lip in her white teeth as she allowed them to play with her. Her body was tugged and jerked this way and that while she made pleasured sounds, once crying, "Oh, my clitty!"

"This just can't really be happening." I said as Olivia pulled me back and down into her warm embrace.

"Just watch, sugar. That's all, just watch Mummy be a bad girl, like you want to."

"Oh, fuck, she's so,..."

"Fucking sexy." Olivia finished as I saw Jen put her arms around the black guy's neck and gave him a kiss. "Just like you are, sugar." 

My seductress reached around me and slipped her hand right inside the front my boxer briefs, finding my hardon and pulling it out, balls and all, through the fly.

"Ahh-h! Oh, fuck! Olivia, no!", I gasped as she lightly stroked it, working a small squirt of precum out of my cock when she milked the head, making me shudder as I watched.

"Mmmm. Nice, young, big and hard. I have so much to thank your mummy for."

"Olivia!" I panted while the group of men pulled Mom closer to the picnic table with Jen following, pointing out that Mom should suck somebody's cock.

"Call me Liv, sugar." she hissed wantonly in my ear, kissing my neck and squeezing my unbelievably hard cock a little harder.

"Ohh, Liv!"

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Jen!" Mom said, looking at me in amused shock.

"Now, why do you think your mom should suck cock, Barbie baby?" Jet asked me.

"Well,... Because she's sexy and pretty and since everyone's been so nice, I just think it's right that she should have a cock in her mouth."

I laughed a little, looking at Mom and noticing that Dave, the man whose pockets her hands were in earlier, was removing his pants on the picnic table. I was going to enjoy this.

"Well, I hate to tell you this," Jet replied with a grin, "but you're sexy and pretty, too. And, since you're with your Mom and so quick to volunteer her,... well, I think you're the one who's gonna suck the first cock, Barbie."

I was surprised by this, hearing Mom gasp behind me, but I only said truthfully with my little smile, "I've never done that."

"You'll learn pretty quick."

"Wheee-heee!" Mom squealed.

I turned to see two guys pick her up and take her to the picnic table where Dave was sitting on its top. Her pants were gone and, with their hands under her thighs, they set her down in the half naked mans lap. He aimed his huge pecker so that it went inside her panties and suddenly appeared behind their front panel, the little flowers design stretched around the thick, prodding bulge there, so enticingly obscene. 

"Oh! Oh my god!" Mom exclaimed as she looked down to see this. "Ohh,... Big cock!"

"Hey, Barbie!" Dave said. "Come over here and suck on this one, honey."

Mom was squirming in Dave's lap and breathing hard, looking at me as if daring me to do it. I walked closer, stopped before them and glanced at Jarid who was watching this, wide eyed as Olivia stroked his tool, and a very nice one it was, as I noticed. I smiled at him as Jet grabbed the back of my skirt and slowly pulled it up to the small of my back.

"Holy fuck, you got a rockin' little body." he told me, rubbing my ass and playing with the garter straps. "Get down there and suck that cock."

I obeyed, kneeling on the seat in front of them and between their legs, pulling my grunting mother's panties out and down and watching the big snake writhe back and forth, precum clinging to her pubic hair already. I bent lower and touched my lips to the slippery cock, pulling moms underwear further down so I could get at it better. I found I enjoyed the taste when I let it slide a little way in and out of my open mouth. I loved the feel of the head passing my lips, the hard, yet soft feel of it on my tongue. I pushed my face further, trying to grab it lower so I could direct more of it in while holding Mom's thigh open with my other hand.

"Mmmm, mmmm.", I said, expressing how much I was enjoying this. 

Somebody was spreading my legs and playing with my ass, Jet, I hoped, but I didn't really care that much. The crotch of my panties were pulled aside while my ass was spread.

"I am so gonna fuck that, man.", somebody said.

"Not before I get it." Jet answered.

"Lemme eat her first."

"Deal. I'll play with Mommy for now, but make it nice for her. She's special."

It turned me on, to be bargained off like that. Yes, it was one hell of a turn on while I sucked all the harder, making slurping sounds and pushing my face even further between Mom's legs as a mouth and fingers started exploring my tight, soaked little muffin.

"How is she, Dave?" Jet asked, getting on top of the picnic table.

"Fuckin awesome, she can suck me anytime." Dave gasped in reply.

"Ahhhn! Ohhhh!" Ohhhhhhh, god!" Mom wailed as Dave held her in his lap with both hands on her waist.

Whoever it was at my muffin wasn't bad. Not as good as Olivia, or even Mom, but not bad. Mostly, it was the fact that it could be anybody that turned me on. In a sense, I didn't even want to know. Then a finger, slick with my juices was pushed into my anus. Oh boy, I loved that. I was the one wailing now, except into Dave's cock as he began to increase his pace against my mom's pussy and my mouth. The finger inside my ass was bigger than Olivia's or Mom's and, since I already knew to just relax,... Well, it was good.

I could hear Mom getting louder above me and I soon learned why.

"Oh! My Clitty! Right! On! My! Ohhhhh- mmmmbbp? Mmmmmph!! Mmmmm!"

I assumed that was Jet, or at least his huge cock in her mouth.

"Ohhh-h fuck!" Dave groaned as I jacked him through Mom's panties, looking up to sure enough see Mom's mouth full of Robbie's husband. The look on her face was like, just so perfect.

"Fuck, Fuck!" Dave yelled. 

By the time I pulled her panties back he was already cumming. I'd never seen it like this, the one experience I'd had being a nervous and brief, overall disappointing encounter, so I watched Dave jerking his cock back and forth, spurting thick cum into Mom's panties. I wailed as another finger slipped into my anus and a shot went right in my mouth, lacing my lips and chin. Tingles shot down my shoulder as the last spurt landed on her lower belly. I closed her panties, rubbing it all in with his cock still in there.

"Clean your mess, Barbie!" I heard Olivia call. 

I smiled and tugged at mom's panties, going down once again to make sure Mom and Dave were nice and clean, the only way there was. Yeah, you guessed it. 

"Ohhhh! OHHHH!!" Mom got the chance to yell before Jet's cock was plugged back into her mouth so she could vocalize her very energetic orgasm around that.

Dave slipped out from underneath her as I darted my tongue around her thick, soft pussy hair, cleaning as I'd been told by Livy. 




Wheeling Park Ch. 07



"Oh, god! Oh god!" Mom expelled when Jet pulled himself out so another could help her to a kneeling position. 

I was then also lifted to the top, also on my knees, both of us facing one another. I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful mouth, Dave's cum sticking to her red lips.

"Oh, Jen, baby.", she sighed, looking me in the eyes as she was pushed forward a little, too. 

Junior was behind her and, as we put our arms around one another, I watched him pull my mother's panties down and off. My own soon followed as Junior applied some lotion, or oil to his hands and began rubbing Mom between the legs with it.

"Uhhnnn! Ohhh, gu-!"

I knew how she felt, I felt it too as a warm, thick oil was poured on the top of my ass to dribble with an oh so exciting tickle between my cheeks, where a strong hand began working it in between my legs, in and around my anus and muffin.

"Little something special, Trudy." Junior said as I saw his cock come into view, as he poured some oil on it and rubbed it over the length of his nice big erection. "Don't worry, Barbie, you get the special treatment too." he laughed.

Just then, something other than a finger, something bigger pressed against my anus, somewhat easily working its way in a little, thanks to the fingers that were there just earlier. I knew what it was.

"First time I met you, I wanted to fuck your sweet little ass, Barbie." Jet breathed, pushing himself in a little further.

"Uhhh! Ahhh! Oooooh, fuck!", I yelled, Mom watching this with her chin on my shoulder as I watched Junior line himself up for a gentle push, making Mom flinch and draw in a deep breath. "Oh, Mom, he's fucking my ass!"

"Ahhhh!!! AWWWW?" she answered.

We watched them as they each worked their way inside of us while we held one another, crying out and moaning with the sensations that hurt so good. Her ass was so nice. I was nearing orgasm from the earlier treatment of my muffin and ass, and watching a cock slowly bury itself inside her like that was,...

They finally worked their way in. It was something I can't describe, the sensation of that big hard cock up there, but I remember looking in Olivia's and Jarid's direction and seeing him half turned in the lawn chair, deep kissing Livy. His hand was on one of her boobies while she still stroked him. Watching this was a whole other trip and I remember feeling some satisfaction. He happened to look up and our eyes met while Jet began slowly drawing himself out of me.

We were pulled gently apart and each of us were presented with a nice, hard cock to suck. I stroked mine, making it even bigger, crying out constantly at one tone or another as Jet was almost out of me again.

Mom looked up at the stranger and actually managed a distorted, polite smile as Junior began pumping her beautiful bottom. 

"OH! OH!" she offered at high pitch in answer to his actions. 

She took the man's hard shaft and began stroking it, feeling his balls with jittery hands as Junior went on, her eyes rolling, the same exclamations coming from her mouth. She put the cock in there, closed her eyes and began sucking.

I was in ecstasy. Jet was really starting to pick it up and the sounds that were coming out of my mouth reflected that. The owner of the erect penis in my hand untied the top of my dress from the back of my neck and pulled it down below my bra as I started kissing and licking his balls, still stroking that big thing and slowly working my way to the top. I flicked my tongue at it, licking the precum from the tip and popping the head into my mouth to suck hard on the very end. Whoever it was seemed to like that, from the sounds he made, as he fondled one of my boobs. Soon, I was trying to feed as much of it into my mouth as possible and, since it wasn't as big as Jet's, I did fairly well for a beginner. At least, that's what they told me afterward.

I watched Mom, working the big rod with her hand while she sucked, oblivious as Junior pumped her, gasping and moaning about how tight she was. He reached around and grabbed her by the boobies, pinching her nipples while she made muted, soprano sounds.

My orgasm was out of this world. I thought I was going to black out and I felt a lot of my weight go to Jet's hands. I couldn't even suck the cock I'd been loving and, when I started to come around, Jet still pumping my ass, someone grabbed my hair and held my head back while the owner of the lost cock jerked off in my face as Mom watched.

I got more in my mouth, another shot lacing the bridge of my nose, another spraying my cheek.

It was Ollie. He groaned like he was having a heart attack and I was so glad that he, of all people, got to do that to me. Ollie shoved himself back inside my slack jaw and I tried to smile around him while I cleaned him off. It must have come across, because he gave me a little smile back as he watched me. 

As soon as I finished Ollie, his cum still dripping down my chin, I swallowed what was in my mouth. I found I liked the funny feel of cum in my throat, the thought a sort of omen for what happened next. 

Jet pulled out of me, his groans having built to an almost panicked note. He hopped up on the table and plugged the end of his cock into my mouth just in time. It filled with his hot cum, each jet of the stuff impacting with surprising force. One hit the back of my throat and made me choke, losing some of it from the corners of my mouth but Jet seemed to have plenty to give as that stuff spattered to my chest.

"Mmmmm! Mglmp! Uvmmmmb!" I moaned, swallowing some while I looked up at him.

His cock slipped out of my mouth and I swallowed the rest, opening my mouth to show him and giving him a dizzy smile after.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face! Fuck, I'm gonna-!! Cum!!"

Mom's guy pulled out of her mouth and, just like mine did, he jerked right off in her face. She seemed surprised, despite his warning, as her beautiful, dark hair caught a streak of white semen, another shot splashing her forehead, another and another her cheek and nose. Junior was gripping her hips tight, now yelling himself as he dumped his load deep inside her, Jarid watching the whole thing.

"Oh, god, my bum!" Mom whined in unwholesome pleasure. 

I suddenly thought of all those stupid Oprah magazines at home and wondered what Mom's almighty and divine, daytime TV leader would think of this.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

I suppose what you're thinking of me at this point isn't very flattering. In the space of a few days, I'd gone from being boring to a total slut. But, it wasn't exactly like that.

You may even be thinking of me with revulsion, wondering how I could have sex with my own daughter. But, it wasn't like that.

You're most definitely wondering how weak minded I'd have to be to allow Olivia to have a party with my family, how I could be so willing to do what she told me after only knowing her about a day. But, it most certainly wasn't like that.

Should I even try to explain? Would it be a waste of both mine and your time?

I have to assume that there will be some who read these pages who would like an explanation, even demand one in that way we do when we feel like we've been shortchanged, or left with half the story when hearing some account of something by another person, so here it is, like it or not.

There is no bigger failure than one who gets everything that others always expected that he, or she would, or should get. I mean, my entire life was just some expectation on my parent's part. They were the ones who always pressed me to do the things that made me boring, they were the ones who, with all the best of intentions, made 'The Republic of Marta Stewart', my country, 'Oprah the All Knowing', my god, along with her Chief Minion, Dr. Phil.

I'm not blaming them. Like I say, they encouraged me in the way they thought best, but I should have taken my own life for myself at some point. I shouldn't have allowed myself to become a part of the furniture, no more than a centerpiece for the brand names in the house that I rarely ever entertained in, anyway. I was always the damned good girl and, while Olivia is absolutely right about what a rotten thing it was for Kevin to do, leaving me like that, my lifestyle still played a part. If only he'd forced me into that damned RV. I'd have gotten over it. Wouldn't I have?

So, I finally have my little panic attack, the one that shook me out of the rut that was my life. I make an extreme but, I think, understandable decision, at least under the circumstances, and further ensuing circumstances land me and the kids at Wheeling Park. Had I known what all would happen when I stood out in the dark with Junior at the Park entrance that night, I certainly would have kept driving, despite my active attempt to battle the well entrenched boredom that was my personality. That said,... I wouldn't change anything now.

You see, I wouldn't have been surrounded by friendly people at Victoria Park. I would have slowly become more and more depressed as I sat alone in that RV, drinking and crying and god only knows what else. The kids would have hated me within a day, probably insisting on going back until I gave in and brought us back home where I could rot on the couch, hating myself and waiting for Kevin and his parents to find out about my stupid idea.

Instead, I was made to feel welcome. We were embraced, helped and treated properly. Then, I meet Olivia, who suddenly helped me to see things a little differently. Olivia, who in less than a half hour, took so much of the weight of my troubles from my shoulders, a woman whom I almost instantly admired as a person and appreciated, beyond my awareness at the time, as a beautiful woman.

And she saw value in me. Who else would have in the state I was in at the time? Not only that, but she constantly encouraged me to trust her and to just be myself, constantly shored up my self confidence and even took some of the weight of dealing with the twins during this time of personal transition. Most of all, Olivia's sincerity appealed to me, that radiant personality of hers that allowed you to know that she didn't mess around with those she cared about, the same personality that made it so clear in so many ways that she did care. There really were no games, no head trips with her, just a simple seduction and I was hers, the same way a woman might give herself to a man in marriage. How is it so different when we each get what we want in the other? In retrospect, I think it was some form of love at first sight for both of us, corny as that may sound. We simply didn't need more time and that was that.

As for Jen, well she saw the same thing in Olivia that I did and I can't blame her for being attracted to her. I can't blame her for loving her in some way so soon, like I did, because this is Olivia we're talking about. She constantly tells me I'm special, but she's really the special one. You can see it in the eyes of other's that she deals with, it's not just us, and I've even heard it commented on around the park. She makes Oprah sound like a prattling idiot, who hasn't a clue about living in reality and with no more wisdom in life here on Earth than the average virus. She's Olivia. And if she thinks it's alright that Jen and I have sex, then it is. 

And why wouldn't it be? Jen has no problem with it, we love each other now like we never did before, and it's just not the thing that the 'I' word would make it seem when it's between mother and daughter. It's not as if either one of us could get pregnant and, as I said, it's just not like that.

And as for that night with all those men,... We wanted to do it, both of us for our own reasons. I wanted them to have me. I wanted them to know how much I appreciated being there and all of their help. I wanted to do it for Olivia, because I knew it would excite her. I wanted to do it because I've never done anything remotely like that before and I wanted to experience something extreme, to make a point of following my instincts and hormones, instead of the sensible path for once, in the most life reversing way. And when Junior slid his wonderful cock all the way up my bottom, the only thing I could think was that I was actually alive. I would skid sideways into my grave now, as they say, rather than just get peaceably in with one of my polite smiles, helpful enough to gather the dirt over top of myself so that nobody else should have to bother, so that I could fade quietly to the same oblivion I'd always lived. No, life should be lived and what happened that night doesn't mean I'm a slut, (no matter how much I love being called that by certain people now) it was simply an opening act to a new person who suddenly understood that life is a precious gift, one that was meant to be used and not wasted. My life is for living.

That was how I could do the things I did that night, how I could allow the things that were done to me right in front of my children.

When Junior pulled out of me, I felt his seed running out too, trickling down my inner thigh. It made me feel so deliciously dirty. I was moved to lie across one end of the table on my back, Jen at the other end and in the same position. My legs were spread and a very horny looking man with no pants appeared between my legs, putting the head of his long, curved penis to my vagina's swollen, spread lips. 

"Ohhhhh!" I exclaimed, ready for a good hard fucking, smiling at him and looking back down between my legs as his cock head slowly spread my glistening lips.

"Uhhhh!! Oh,... OH?"

He slid all the way in with ease, thanks to the oil. I looked to my left as a man straddled my chest, his hardon at my chin. The young man whose name I'd remembered as Jeffries was smiling while feeding his cock to Jen's anus as Robbie licked her adorable little muffin.

"Pound her little bottom nice and hard, honey." I told him with a smile. 

Jen already had another hard penis in her mouth, but her arm reached out, hand touching my upper arm and squeezing a little in response.

The man straddling my chest held the back of my head in his hands and asked, "Ever been tittyfucked before?"

I took his cock in my hand, being jolted now by the other man ramming my pussy, and could only shake my head amidst my ragged gasps and groans. It felt so good, him doing that, filling me so far it hurt a little.

But, I got the idea. I held my breasts together as he pumped his member between them. Holding my head the way he was, I could lick his cockhead a little as it came near when he was in rhythm with the other man.

Then, the most incredible and unexpected thing happened amidst the muffled and repeated screams of Jen's mixed with my own. Between her and I, Jarid was laid down on his back, bare chested and completely absorbed in the face of Olivia, who was climbing on top of him, straddling his pelvis with that wanton smile I knew so well, but with a different flavour this time. I squeezed my breasts together for the man who was fucking them, but was watching as Olivia, completely naked as I now saw Jarid was, position his very nice, long, hard penis underneath her. Her eyelids fluttered as she settled down over him a little, just enough so that her vagina lips could trap his cockhead. He gasped audibly beside me, watching what she was doing with his young manhood, completely seduced by her unique charm, and I came right there.

Still, I watched as her expression changed. She became almost soft as she beheld him, slowly lowering herself while telling him beautiful, reassuring things, working her hips in circles all the way and obviously cherishing this act with my son. I couldn't have been prouder. I was sure he was a virgin and there was nobody else I'd pick for his first time, other than Olivia, the reason being the very expression on her face as she focused on him and only him. 

Jen had been turned over to sit in a large mans lap, facing him. She was pushed down on his cock until it disappeared inside of her muffin, she uttering a long, loud cry. Another man lined up behind her to enter her anus. He began pumping in rhythm with the man underneath, who was grabbing her bare breasts, the black bra gone. A third, Jet again, shoved his cock into her mouth, which she greedily sucked as best she could while she was bounced and moved like a rag doll. Her eyes rolled and I could tell she was about to have an orgasm.

There were a lot of people in the lot now, I suddenly noticed as someone walked up and ejaculated in my face. A moment later, seeing this, I suppose, the man who was pumping my breasts also came, jerking short, grunting strokes as his cum spurted from my cleavage and almost to my neck.

Olivia had completely taken Jarid's cock inside of her and was still rotating her hips slowly, squirming on his pelvis and holding his hands up to her breasts, looking slightly up with her mouth open and her eyes closed. The smallest sounds were coming from her, as though she were trying to restrain a much more vocal response. Jarid's head was thrown back, moaning with such a beautiful expression on his face. I'll never forget it.

The man on my chest was gone and the man who was fucking me yelled, his seed exploding deep inside my canal in that wonderful way it does when it impacts the cervix. Then I was maneuvered into the same position as Jen. Another cock was inserted as I slid down the strange man's abdomen. A moment later, I was entered anally and I could understand the expression I saw on Jen's face then. She came like that, helplessly impaled, eyes rolling, grunting and whimpering while the rest of her clothes were being torn off and a torrent of sperm ran out of her slack jaw, occupied with Jets erupting phallus.

I was reduced to that same state rather quickly as every hole in my body was invaded by a fresh cock at once. It was the ultimate. They used me so good. I allowed myself to just go limp and them to take over, their spasmodic and jerky movements bumping and pulling me to and fro at their will. I came again, so hard I almost passed out, wondering if I should really have drank so much earlier.

I felt the cock in my mouth tremble just before it was pushed so far down my throat I almost choked. When he shot his load, I did, but it kept coming and all I could do was swallow when I could. He pulled out and I looked down at Jarid, cum running down my chin to my breasts. 

Olivia was lying full length on him now, slowly grinding herself on his cock, kissing and sucking his neck, grabbing his chin and French kissing him so passionately. This was not just a sex act for either of them, especially not Olivia. She was making beautiful love to him, despite the surrounding circumstances, and I watched as they climaxed together, mouths locked, arms wrapped around each other in a tight, mutual embrace.

It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Olivia called a halt to the activities soon after we came together. She actually thanked them all for coming (the woman has a way with words sometimes, alright) and after they left, gathered the three of us in her arms on the picnic table, kissing us and saying the little things she said. 

Mom and Jen were satisfied. It's the best way to describe it and, if they weren't after what I just saw, there was something seriously wrong with both of them, if there wasn't already. They kissed each other's cum covered faces, putting their arms around each other and making soft sounds while Olivia whispered in their ears. 

After a moment, they both got off the table and stood, naked and used, smiling weakly.

"Good night, Jarid, honey." Mom said, slipping an arm around Jen.

"Good night, Mom." I said, still in a state of shock. 

All the cum in her beautiful, dark hair was making me hard again.

"Nite, Jarid." Jen bade me, glancing at my cock with her hand between her legs. 




Wheeling Park Ch. 07



The only thing she had left on was her stockings, garter belt and straps. Like Mom, cum was slowly running out of her and down her legs now that she was standing. 

"Nite.", I said, even harder now.

They stumbled a little to the door of the RV, supporting one another until they got inside and closed the door behind them.

"Let's grab our clothes. We won't bother putting them on."

"Where are we going?" I asked, only a little concerned about walking around naked with her after everything else I was just a party to.

"My trailer."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not done with you yet."

Once there, she took me into her bathroom, had me clean her all over in the shower, which really got me hard, before she cleaned me, taking a little extra time between my legs as she had me do with her.

Before I knew it, we were in her bed with nothing on, her lying half on top of me.

"I told you earlier this evening to say what you mean and mean what you say. I told you not to start any head games with me."

"Yes.", I said, knowing that I'd gotten caught up in her just like Mom and Jen did. 

I just couldn't believe it happened. Were it not for the beer and pot making it all seem so unreal and,... It was hard to resist her. So hard.

"Well, I try to live by that myself, here at the park, I mean, and a lot more so with your sister and your mum,... But even more, I'll try with you."

"Why?"

She paused before answering, playing with my nipple before replying, "Well,... It's important with you. You're an important part of what's shaping up. A lot more important than I ever would have thought. I was anxious to meet you after meeting your mum and sister and I have to admit that, when I did, I was disappointed, but after that little talk we had,..."

She shifted position, pressing herself into me further with a sigh before going on with a very abrupt statement.

"I lost my virginity to a dildo in Girl's Juvie when I was sixteen. ... Not by choice. Whether I was meant to be a lesbian, or not, whether that experience defined that for me, or not, I can't say."

"You, my mom and Jen are, uh,..."

"Yes, I'm having sexual relations with both of them."

"Oh, boy."

"I know what you must be thinking."

"I'll bet you don't."

"It's important that I be up front with you about this as soon as possible, Jarid. Especially now, after what just happened."

"This oughta be good."

"Come on sugar, give me a chance. What just happened out there had nothing to do with me. They did what they wanted and so did everyone else, because that's the way it is here. Either one of them could have said 'stop' at any time and they would have stopped. I didn't direct their actions in any way, they did what they wanted to do and they did it because they wanted to."

"But you enjoyed it."

"No more, or less than you did and in the very same way. Don't worry, this won't be the norm. Park stuff is just park stuff and it all stays here."

"How do you know?"

"Because it does."

"Did you see my sister? She,... She enjoyed that. A lot. That won't end there and it won't with Mom, either."

"Your mum is letting off some steam. I expect she'll have a little bit of fun and calm down before you three leave."

"You call that, 'letting off some steam'?"

She proceeded to explain to me about Mom, the things I didn't know because she'd never told me. The way she felt about herself and what happened during our errand to Mr. Grocer that day. 

"I don't want you to think I'm fucking up your family, Jarid. Your family was fucked up ever since your parents divorced and I'm trying to,... Jarid, I know you won't understand, or believe me, but I think so much of all three of you. I never could have expected to find you, never would have thought that the missing pieces of my life would be so close when I introduced myself to your mother."

"Yet, here you are, with me in your bed. Her son."

"Yes,... Jarid,... You should- you probably won't believe this, at least not right now, but,... You're my first man."

I searched her face for telltale signs of lying, not that I would have caught any on her, but god help me, I believed her.

"But,... Why?"

"Why have I never had a man, or why you?"

I shrugged, genuinely surprised and honoured, despite myself, that I should be the first man for a woman like this.

"I never had a man because I never wanted one. I always preferred nice, soft, dainty little things with tits and wet pussies. I've had my relationships and even some casual sex with women here and there, but never a man. And I chose you because,... You're Trudy's son. At first it was kink, or so I thought, but you turned out to be so different than them. You know who you are. You have trouble relating, but not with yourself and you know what you're about. You could have had any woman there tonight, any one of them would have taken you gladly, even though you didn't know it, but after trusting me to take you out there, after sticking with me and not telling me no when I decided I wanted to play with you,... Well, that said a lot to me. You're very special, like your sister and mother are, but in your own very unique way."

"Um,... You were my first, too."

"I know, sug." she said with a smile, playing with my nipple again. "And you can't know how happy I am about that. In fact,... Well, Trixie had some very definite plans for you and I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I had to offer a lot to get you. Well worth it, though."

"You- you offered something for me?"

"She found you first and she was, well, quite interested."

"Like, what did you offer, a car? A home appliance?" I asked, a little weirded out by this.

"No, it wasn't like that. Don't be offended, like I say, she saw you first and so I had to come across."

"Gee whiz, Olivia. I don't know if I should be offended,... or flattered."

"Liv. My point is that I went to some trouble for you. I wouldn't do that for just anyone, for a man it's literally unheard of."

"So, why then?"

"Because you would never run around, not even here. You see, while it turns me on to watch your mother and sister having sex with men, I allow it only because that's something that I can never give them. I don't even use dildos, not on myself and not on other women, but that's my choice and my decision and I have no right to deprive them of that here. It's different with you for obvious reasons. You see what I mean about that, don't you?"

"I think so."

"I have no right to tell you not to run around here either, but,... I'm hoping you don't and I wouldn't have gone to such trouble if you weren't Trudy's son and if I wasn't almost sure you wouldn't 'visit' any other women, even while you're here."

" ... I see. Okay, but you keep saying things that makes it seem like you mean for this situation to go on."

"I do. And things will be different then. Like I say, park stuff is park stuff. Sugar, I know you're a little freaked out about this, but all I'm asking for is time and some patience from you. If you give me a chance, you'll see."

"Give you a chance? Look at Jen. I'm telling you, there's a problem there."

"No, Jen's a smart girl and she'll go back to normal when she goes back home, only with a big smile on her face. Worse comes to worse, she'll have to be brought in hand, but we can do that, you and I, and I know that we both want what's best for her. You see, you're important."

"This is fucked, Olivia. You may want to kill me for saying it, but there it is. Even as I lay here with you and this hardon, I know it's fucked. Do you realize that you have had sex with all three of us? Me, my mother and sister were all fucked on the same picnic table at once!"

"First of all, calm down. Second, if you don't start calling me Liv, I'm going to tie you to my bed and bring you to the point of orgasm, where I'll hold you for hours on end without letting you get off until I'm satisfied that you will call me Liv. If you think that sounds fun, that's a very grave error on your part. Third, as I told you, I had nothing to do with that, other than taking you between them."

"You enjoyed it.", I accused.

"Again, so did you."

"You seem to have an answer for everything."

She paused, each of us looking one another in the eye while I began to get nervous, hoping I didn't finally piss her off.

"You need to trust me. Like I asked your sister and your mum, all I ask of you is time and a little of your trust to start with. Tell me, do you like me? At all? You must know I like you."

"I think you're the devil."

What was I thinking? She lifted her head off my chest to look me more directly in the eye. Her expression could best be described as 'irritated'.

"Jarid, I swear to god, you have way too much nerve for your own good."

"Call me Jar." 

(Omigod, am I nuts!?)

" ... I think I'd like to hear something nice come out of your smart mouth very soon, sugar. Very soon."

Yes, she meant it. No question. Her expression left no doubt over that, whatsoever.

"I- You're right, I won't."

"Won't what?"

"I won't visit any other women."

Her expression softened immediately, a smile replacing the dark frown, and she said, "See, I knew it. You shouldn't push me like that, though. You're a very bad boy to be doing that."

"And I'll give you the time you want, since we both know I'm just along for the ride after tonight, now that I've got nothing left to lose."

"I'd like to think there's some personal willingness there."

"Well,... It's hard for me to not be,... impressed by you." 

"Mmmmm,... I knew you liked me at least a little. You know, I loved it. It was perfect. Was it for you, too?"

"Are you kidding? It blew my mind." I admitted.

"Mine too. It was- it felt so,... fuckin' good. Heh. And, because it was you, it was even more for me, on another level, I mean. ... Jarid, let's have a sixty-nine. ... Ooooh, if you could only just see the divine little expression on your cute face right now."



Wheeling Park Ch. 08



For the second time, I had the pleasure of waking up in Mom's arms. I could already tell how hot it was going to be that day as I turned over in her sun splashed bed and kissed her good morning. We caressed each other all over again, speaking in low tones about how nicely sore we were and how we loved one another before I must have fallen asleep again.

The next time I woke up, I was alone. There were voices outside Mom's room in the RV, hers and Olivia's. I stretched with a smile and got up, yawning and naked by the bed, stretching again before going out.

Olivia had Mom backed against the refrigerator, their arms around one another as they kissed.

"Good morning, Livy." I said with a smile, walking up to them.

"Good morning, little Barbie girl." she beamed.

I went to my tiptoes and we pressed our lips together, both their arms around the small of my bare back. We shared each other's mouths for a minute before Mom spoke.

"I was about to come and wake you. We're going to town and Jarid will be here soon, so go get dressed and ready."

"I'll be ready to go in no time." I said happily, having been waiting for a chance to see town.

"You are having breakfast." Olivia said warmly, but firmly.

"Okay.", I agreed. 

"Good girl." she said, patting my bare ass as I turned to go get ready.

I chose a pair of faded denim, bib style overall shorts with a little (very little) white undershirt that I usually slept in and emerged from the bathroom with hair and makeup intact. Since the night before, my ass actually felt wider and I knew I was walking a little differently, unable help but smile giddily over it. It made me horny.

Mom had one of her short summer dresses on, a pink one with generous cleavage (mostly owing to the fact that she'd left the top two buttons undone) that also showed the top of a white lace, pushup bra. She finished her outfit with white stockings, shoes and a white sunhat. Her makeup and hair were perfect and, in short, she was one yummy mummy.

Olivia was dressed in blue jeans with those short, snakeskin ankle boots she often wore and a wide snakeskin belt. She also wore my brother's grey Freightliner shirt, the one he got from the thrift store, but she had it tied under her boobs and wore a black, low cut tank top underneath. 

Not to mention what it meant that she was wearing it. I stifled a giggle as I silently welcomed him to the dark side, now that he'd had the milk and cookies that were promised. 

Jarid himself was wearing his usual rags, although at least clean rags, while sitting in the booth, eating a bowl of cereal and staring out the window to his right. I sat across from him.

"Hey, bro."

"Hey, sis." he said without looking at me.

"It's pretty hot out, you know."

"I know."

"Well, shouldn't you wear something cooler? Anyway, you look like you work at a gas station."

He finally looked at me, pointedly at my chest and then up again with a raised eyebrow. I decided to drop it. He obviously didn't get any good morning kisses, but still, I'd have thought he'd be smiling after losing his virginity, especially to Olivia.

A little later, we were in the back of Carrie's red car and waiting for Olivia and Mom, me all excited about going for a ride with Olivia, Jarid staring straight ahead with a miserably resigned and slightly bored look. Did he have to be such a wet blanket? 

I decided to give him something to lift his spirits. I kissed him. Yes, a nice big wet one and right on the mouth, not stopping until he pulled away in surprise, his previous expression gone.

"What the fuck!?"

"You looked like you needed it. Geez, don't get mad."

"You can't be doing that!"

"Why not?"

"Because, by the fuck, I'm your brother!"

"Well, if I can't kiss you, what other man would I trust?"

"Oh, my god." he mumbled, shaking his head while staring at me. "Look, just don't do it again, okay?"

"Whatever.", I said, giving up and turning to look out the little backseat window. 

Now, he'd ruined my mood. 

Mom and Olivia bought yet more clothes in the little town while Jarid and I were sent across the narrow street to the drug store with a list, our escorts just outside in a pickup.

We split up, each with our own item hunt and out of each other's way until I began to get upset about the situation. Why wouldn't he get with the program? Why wouldn't he just stop being such a killjoy and ruining everything for everyone? I understood his thinking, but it had no place at Wheeling Park and he didn't seem to get that. I never would have labeled him as a prude before, but this was how the Park seemed to have changed him. 

I found him in the hair care aisle. He was looking at hair gel for men with a bottle of Old Spice in his hand.

"You don't use that stuff." I said.

He looked around at me and blushed a little, even while his lips constricted in mild anger.

"It's on the list." he said.

"No, it's not. You're getting it to wear for Livy, aren't you? Right on, bro.", I said with a smile, thinking maybe he got it after all.

As I moved closer to him, looking over his choices on the shelf, he angrily said, "No, dammit, it's not on your list, but it's on the list, believe me!"

"Oh, I get it. Hey, don't be upset, it's no big deal."

"No? Then I'm not getting it, if it's no big deal." he said, putting the cologne on the shelf.

"Jarid, come on."

"I am not some-!"

"Well, hello! Fancy meeting you here!"

I knew that voice. Even as I turned, my insides seemed to go to mush at the sound of it, here of all places. Jarid and I both stood in a state of shock while the Magpie looked at us. 

OMG.

"Mr. Lackey.", I finally managed to say.

"I know, what a coincidence, eh?" he asked with his Guidance Councilor's smile, sticking out his hand. 

I took it and we shook as he completely ignored Jarid.

"Ummm, yeah, really." I agreed awkwardly, glancing at my twin, who looked like he was seeing the ghost of our parent's marriage.

I should point out a couple of things here about the Magpie. First, he liked me and always did because of hockey and my grades and he was forever praising me and trying to convince me to speak at assemblies and pep rallies, trying to get me on the school float during the Christmas parade, that stuff. From my perspective, he was just a funny dweeb who we made fun of in the locker room.

From Jarid's perspective,... Well, as I said, Jarid has trouble with people. He wouldn't even talk to the few loser girls who seemed interested in him and it came to the point, I suppose, when the school's small gay community must have gotten ideas about him. 

Apparently, Lenny, whose last name I won't mention, tested the waters with Jarid and was told something that kept him out of school for the rest of the week. Whatever it was Jarid said must have been bad, because only he, Mom and Dad, Lenny and his parents even know. Lenny's already fragile self confidence was visibly shattered on the following Monday and for the rest of the year, making a lot of the students actually feel sorry for him, which didn't help Jarid's lack of popularity at all.

The Magpie also knew what Jarid said. He was the first person Lenny went to and Jarid ended up in his 'Sensitivity and Tolerance' class during noon hour for a month. He actually failed the course, but wasn't required to retake it. I remember asking him why as he was working on his bike in the garage one night. He told me that the Magpie had given him one too many chances to prove he was smarter than him.

Ever since then, Jarid and the Magpie were on bad terms, right up until graduation.

"Oh, and the name's Howard, by the way. You're not one of my students anymore, you don't have to call me Mr. Lackey, heh!"

"Oh, I,... I guess,..."

"You know," he said, "I thought that was you out on the lake with your friends, but I- well, what are the chances, right? But, here you are."

(Oh, no!) 

He wasn't letting go of my hand and I felt frozen on the spot, remembering how much of me he saw.

"I,... don't know what you mean.", I stammered, trying to look innocent, even as I flushed and my eyes faltered. 

He put his other hand on my forearm, really freaking me out now, and said, "It's alright, Jen. We're all adults."

"Let go of her arm." Jarid said quietly.

The Magpie glanced at him and said, "It's alright, Jarid. Jenifer's a big girl and she can-"

"I said get your hands off my sister, Magpie!"

Jarid took my trapped forearm in one hand and grabbed the Magpie's with his other, squeezing and driving his fingers into the inside of his wrist and making him cry out, snatching both his hands back as Jarid snatched mine.

"Congratulations, you little bastard!" he angrily spat, cradling his wrist as I grabbed Jarid's hand in mine, moving behind him a little. "That's an assault charge, and-!"

I heard the rapid heel falls coming behind us, but they didn't register until Olivia was standing to my left in those snakeskin boots.

As she scrutinized the Magpie with every fiber of her being, her right arm seemed to wander out on its own decision, reaching across me and then Jarid almost like a tentacle, her fingers quickly searching for a solid hold on his hip before gently pushing us back and behind her.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing with my babies?"

"Uh, this is Mr. Lackey, the Guidance Councilor at,... school and,... he,...", Jarid trailed off when Olivia turned and glared at him.

"You think I don't have this in hand, Jarid? Huh?", she demanded.

"Sorry, Olivia." he quickly muttered, looking down and grabbing the back of his neck as if he just missed his own execution at the chopping block.

Olivia looked back at the Magpie, who seemed to have recovered from the initial shock of meeting her under these circumstances. But, even I could tell that my brother was right about him. He was too stupid to know what he was dealing with here and I finally appreciated what Jarid was trying to tell me about Olivia the day before.

"Your babies?" he chuckled, then explained, "You see, Madam, as Jarid said, I'm Howard Lackey, the Guidance Councilor at the school where both he and Jenifer graduated from and, having met both their parents, I happen to know that these are not 'your babies'. So, Madam,... The question now becomes, who are you?"

He got his answer pretty fast.

At the same time that Olivia's hand grabbed his shoulder, digging her thumb into that little gap between the chest and the inside of the bicep, she clamped her other hand over his mouth. He didn't have time to raise a hand of his own, or to make a sound before she was forcing him down to the floor while his right arm and leg convulsed uncontrollably. She must have had him by a vulnerable nerve cluster as he helplessly slapped at her hands with his left, eyes darting around in sudden panic.

I quickly cast my eyes around as Jarid did, but we were the only ones in the aisle and nobody else seemed to notice anything. 

"You might say I'm their stepfather!" she seethed in his face. "If you find that a little hard to deal with, think of me as the person who has pictures of you with your little telescope doing things that would be pretty embarrassing if they showed up on the bulletin board at school!"

I watched as a dark spot appeared at the front of his tan rugby pants and rapidly spread. This was unbelievable. Olivia made the Magpie pee himself right in front of us. I watched as his court shoed foot rattled and convulsed against the metal of a bottom shelf, trapped, ironically enough, between two tightly packed bundles of diapers.

"Now, you listen and you listen good, cause I'm only gonna say this the once, you little worm! If I ever catch you within twenty-five feet of my babies again, you'll wake up in the fuckin' hospital! If I ever catch you touching them again,... You won't wake up. I guaran-tee it!" You got that, you little fuckin' creep!?" 

"Gmuv-muvb-umm-mp!" the Magpie conveyed.

Then she had him up, apparently satisfied with this answer. Even though she'd let him go, he was still pretty screwed up and the hard kick in the butt she gave him to get him going sure didn't help. He crashed through a display of stacked canned goods, sending cans of Similac everywhere and landing on the floor amidst them with a broken groan.

Now, people had noticed. There were a few who were rushing to his aid, but then Olivia spoke in a voice loud enough to be heard.

"God damned crackheads!"

People looked at her and saw a streetwise, forty year old woman with two children. They slowed their approach and petered off, pretending to have passed some needed item on a shelf, picking something up at random and going on about their business.



"O-M-G,...", I managed.

"Let's just finish up and leave now, come on.", she calmly encouraged, grabbing the Old Spice and a bottle of men's hair gel from the shelf and dropping it into my basket with a wink for Jarid.

Like me, he could only stare from her to the twitching Magpie before she shuffled us along ahead of her in the opposite direction.



~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Swimming?" Jarid asked, obviously wanting none of it.

"Yes, swimming." Olivia confirmed, happily looking in the bags of clothes she and Mom had gotten and separating them into four areas. 

"I don't swim."

"Today, you do. It's hotter than Hell's lakes of boiling blood out there and the four of us are going to cool off."

"I don't need to-"

"Here they are." Livy announced, taking a small package out of a bag and handing it to Jarid. "Go put them on, we're going soon."

"Speedos!?" he almost shrieked.

"Yeaaah.", she answered, looking him up and down while I giggled.

"No. No way. You might get me in the water, but not with these things on."

"Don't be so provincial, sug. Dad wears them and look at him. You'll look sexy."

"Yeah, Jarid." I chimed in. "Don't you wanna look sexy?"

"Shut up, Jen. I'm not wearing these, Olivia, and that's-"

"Jarid, stop telling your sister to shut up!" Mom called from her room in back. "And do what Olivia says!"

We both looked at him with raised eyebrows as he looked from Mom's room to both of us with this great little defeated look on his face.

"Fucked. I said it before and I'm saying it again, this is totally fucked."

"Jarid!" Mom shouted. 

(Mom shouted?)

"Just go put them on." Olivia said, handing him a few bags. "Here, here's the other clothes we got you."

"Wh-?" he started before shooting an evil look at us and stomping off to the bathroom.

"He's not too happy today." I commented.

"I don't think he's ever happy." Livy said, handing me a few bags, too. "I don't think he ever has been. Maybe we can change that, you think?"

"I'd like to see him happy. It was pretty cool the way he got the Magpie off me."

"Yes, I saw that. I'm surprised you didn't punch him out, Bad Barbie.", she teased as I looked in one of the bags. 

I looked back at her and imparted, "I'm surprised too. I've been thinking about that all the way back to the Park and,... I was freaked out. Really freaked and,... scared. I don't,..."

She smiled and brushed some hair out of my face with loving fingers and replied, "It's alright, sugar. We can't take care of ourselves all the time and there's no reason why you can't depend on us to look out for you."

Now I smiled and moved into her arms, saying, "Thanks for what you did, too. I was glad Jarid was there, but things could have gotten serious if you hadn't shown up. He might have called the cops, or something. It's a good thing I told you about that first day out on the sandbar, huh?"

"Yes, it is."

"You don't really have any pictures, do you?"

"No. And you'll notice I didn't mention that little scene to your mother. No need to upset her, hmm?"

"No."

"You're a good girl." she said, kissing my forehead.

"And you take care, just like you said."

"Always, sugar. Now, there's a new bathing suit in one of those bags that I personally bought for you, knowing your little thing with water. It's in a little bag all by itself, you can't miss it, so run to Mum's room and put it on, okay?"

I blushed a little at the mention of my aquaphilia, wondering what she got me with that in her mind, but asked, "How come so many clothes?"

"Well,... I love to rip them off of pretty girls who I think may have some naughty thoughts running around their lovely heads and need to be punished."

She grabbed my sides, poking and tickling, making me scream and run for Mom's room, trailing laughter behind me.

Less than an hour later, we were all at the water's edge. Jarid had insisted on wearing another pair of shorts over his Speedos until we got to the water and Olivia had mercy on him.

She wore Mom's black, two piece bikini, the top way too small on her. 

Mom had her white one piece on. As she explained to me while we were getting changed in her room, Livy had removed all the outer edging seems and inner liner and it was sexy as hell on her like that. Her dark, erect nipples showed clearly through it along with her freshly trimmed bush.

The 'bathing suit' Livy bought me, which I did find inside a smaller bag, was a little pair of bronze coloured, silk panties that were almost low enough to show my clit with a matching bra that let my boobs take a lot of their natural shape.

"I can't.", he said, looking at the sand as we all stared at him expectantly.

"You said you would." I was quick to point out.

"That was then, I can't do it now."

"It's alright, honey, look at us." Mom said, trying to make him feel better about it.

"Yeah.", was his only reply, choosing to look at the water instead.

"Jarid, it's hot and I wanna swim." I complained. "Don't make us stand here waiting."

"Go ahead, don't let me stop you."

"Actually, why don't you two go on ahead? We'll be right behind you." Livy promised.

They were halfway by the time we gained the sandbar. I could see Jarid's shorts at the water's edge behind them. I was quite turned on now, feeling that wet silk and eyeing Mom up and down. Now that her suit was wet, it was a whole other thing and my eyes were glued to her crotch and how it was drawn into her slit, her lips plainly visible. 

"Mom,..."

"Yes?" she asked with her special smile as I approached.

"You're so pretty." I told her as my hand went between her legs.

"Mmmm, baby. I love you."

I felt her hand between my legs now and we kissed while we groped one another.

"Soooo horny!" I whispered in her ear while she was lovingly nibbling mine, our erect nipples brushing, sometimes grinding together and revving me up all the more.

"Mmm, just hang on, hon."

She tried to straighten her suit the best she could, with me 'helping' of course, and waited as Jarid and Livy reached the sandbar. I was so horny for her I could barely stand it, but then, when Jarid was standing in front of us, my little ambitions seemed to widen a bit. The reason he didn't want to take his shorts off was because he had a hardon and the little dark blue Speedos' wouldn't contain him. He had to hold them closed at the top, pulling up on them, and he stood there beside Livy looking angry and embarrassed at the same time. How she got him out there like that, I couldn't imagine, but I had to hand it to her.

And I couldn't take my eyes off him. I could see everything he had and I let out a long, low giggle despite myself. I didn't notice how big it was the night before.

"Jen, I swear to god, if you laugh, I'll never, ever speak to you again!"

"Call me Barbie." I said, still staring unabashedly with what must have been one hell of a grin on my face.

"Stop it!" he demanded.




Wheeling Park Ch. 08



"That's enough, Jen." Mom said with a smirk. "Don't tease your brother. Jarid, isn't it nice out here?"

"Just super."

"Oh, don't pout, sug." Livy said while I decided to limit myself to lingering glances at Jarid's package. "She's just teasing, aren't you Barbie?"

"Yeaaaaahh.", I replied with the same grin. "Just teasing, bro."

He gave me one of his silent warnings before looking at Livy, still holding himself in and asked, "Okay, so we're here. I've seen what there is to see, I've had my fun swimming for the day, can I go back now?"

"No."

"Dammit, Olivia!"

She gave him a sharp look that he had to turn away from.

"Liv.", he partially corrected himself.

"Don't ruin this." she warned.

He started laughing, a little at first as he looked down at the water he was standing in, shaking his head and soon laughing harder, the way people do when they're at their wits end more than out of any real humour. Livy waited patiently for this to come to an end, Mom and I taking her lead and watching with her.

He finally stopped and said, "God help me. You know, now that I say that- out loud this time- maybe I'll convert."

He began laughing again. 

This time, when Jarid's laughter ended, his face took on a sour, completely miserable expression as he still looked away from us, holding himself in. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

I stepped up and gave him a big hug. His body stiffened against me and he didn't move, or put his arms around me, but he didn't back away either. I broke the hug and looked at him, my hands on his shoulders as he looked back, obviously not knowing what to do now.

"It's okay, Jarid. Just enjoy yourself. If you have a hardon, so what?"

He nodded with his eyes closed, not to what I said, I don't think, but as if he'd resigned himself to just try to get it over with.

"Let's all have a seat over here." Livy said with a smile for the three of us. "I think it's high time we hashed some things out."

We sat at the highest point in the water, our knees sticking above the surface as we all sat Indian style in a small circle, too small, judging by the look on Jarid's face. He seemed to be searching for someplace to cast his eyes other than on us and I wished I could convey to him that it was okay if he looked at my boobs.

"Alright, Jarid." Livy started. "You're the focal point here. You're the one in our cozy little group who isn't happy with our cozy little group. Say what you mean, mean what you say and be yourself. Why are you unhappy?"

He looked at her like she was crazy, but answered without much hesitation.

"I'm not impressed at how Mom and Jen have been behaving and I don't care if they have every right, or not."

"Behaving?" Livy asked. "Please clarify."

"Getting screwed by every man in the Park? Remember that?"

"Don't get smart. At the time, you couldn't tear your eyes away. You very much enjoyed it, judging by that big hard cock I took out of your underwear."

"I- I was drunk and st-!" he partially insisted, glancing at Mom and then back at Livy.



"You could have gotten up and left at any time. You didn't."

"I was drunk!"

"You weren't that drunk and we both know it. You stayed because you enjoyed watching your mum and sister getting used like that, same as I did."

He could only stare. I couldn't believe it, but I suddenly realized that I was about to see Jarid torn down like he tears down others. I was even a little surprised he'd let himself in for this, him knowing about Livy when he'd first met her and respecting that aspect of her personality as he did.

"I,... I couldn't help it. If I was sober, I would have left."

"Correction: If you were sober, you might have been able to overcome your very real desire to watch. The point is, as your own words have proven, you liked it, even though your morality won't allow you to admit it to yourself. Maybe you should take another look at that morality of yours, hmm?"

"There's nothing wrong with my morality, I was tempted."

"We're only tempted by the things we want. Once again, your own words. Alright, we've exhausted this point, let's move on. Jen, you go ahead and ask him a question."

He looked at me with dread in his face as I asked, "Why do you always have to be so mean to me, lately? I'm not hurting you and I only want to get along."

He only shook his head, but Livy spoke again, saying, "No, that's a good question. Answer her, sug."

"Fine.", he said, looking at me. "It's not proper for you to be bouncing around me like that, half dressed and everything."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you're my sister and it flips me out! I told you this shit before, but you don't seem to get it, it makes me uncomfortable!"

"I think it turns you on." Mom said. "That's why you're so uncomfortable about it, but that's alright. Isn't it, Jen?"

"Yup.", I answered.

"You do not turn me on!"

"Jarid, calm down and stop lying." Livy said.

"I'm not lying!"

"She's very pretty and she has a great body, it's only natural, Jarid." Mom stated. "Do I make your cock hard, too? It's perfectly okay."

"No! Mom!"

"Okay, we'll have to prove a point here.", Livy said, moving beside and a little behind Jarid. "Ladies, would you mind continuing for a short time while standing?"

I saw what she was doing and grabbed Mom's hand to stand with her, smiling as the water ran down my legs. The bottom of Mom's suit had mostly worked its way into her pussy again and her boobs were pretty much bared behind the thin white material. Her nipples were as hard as they get and I knew mine were as well.

"Let's have a spin and show him your asses." Livy said.

We did. Mom's suit was pulled right up between her cheeks all the way to the top of her ass and I could only imagine what that was doing to him from down at his angle, judging by what it was doing to me from mine.

"No, look." Livy instructed as he tried to turn his head. "You know you want to. Can you tell me they're not attractive? Can you tell me that their bodies aren't desirable?"

"Yes, they're attractive, no I don't desire their bodies."

"That's not what I asked, but we'll get back to that. Their bodies are desirable, aren't they? Look at your mum's tits and tell me they're not perfect. Look at Jen's ass and tell me it's not to die for."

"Yes, yes, they're beautiful, now tell them to sit back down!"

"Not yet. When you look at them like this, does it not make you so nice and hard?"

"No!"

"Don't lie, sug."

"They do not turn me on."

"Stand up, then. Show us."

"What do you mean!?"

"Just calm down and stand up."

She helped him up and held his suddenly grappling hands so he couldn't hold himself in and I watched almost the whole top half of his cock slip right out the top of his Speedos, pointing straight up. Oh boy, I loved seeing that.

"Looks like they do something for you. You haven't been looking at me."

"No, I'm being-"

"The body never lies, you know that. Just admit it and you can sit back down. It's alright."

"Okay, okay, seeing them like that turns me on, but look at them!"

"Just my point, thank you for making it. Let's all sit back down again."

We did, Jarid with a mixed expression of guilt, shame and misery. Again, I felt sorry for him, but knew better than to interfere with a little hug at this point.

"So, we've established that seeing them getting fucked turns you on and seeing them like this turns you on, too. I think it's pretty safe to say that,... they turn you on. And the reason you're mean to Jen is because you're in denial of that fact. Or, at least you were."

"This isn't fair, you're railroading me.", he bitterly complained, looking at the water between us as we sat there in a close circle again.

"Nobody's railroading you, nobody's trying to blame you at all. We're just establishing some facts so we can all be a little happier. Trudy, your turn."

Mom looked at him for a moment, making sure she had his attention before asking, "Do you still love your sister and I?"

He returned a level expression and replied, "If I didn't, I'd be riding the hell out of here right now."

We three women looked at each other, for some reason not sure of how we should take this. I was beginning to see the game he and Livy played and, once again, appreciated my brother's respect for her the day before, once again felt bad that he'd gotten drawn in despite himself. The poor guy was really trying.

"Don't do that, Jarid." Mom finally said. "Seriously, don't leave."

He said nothing in reply, only looked back at her, his face now unreadable. Livy was fixing him with a very close look from beside him while he was busy with Mom and I couldn't help taking note of the seating arrangement, now. She was good. She was monitoring him at will while he dealt with us.

"Jarid,...", I said, "I don't have to ask if you're even thinking about that because I assume you know how much me and Mom love you, so I know you'd never do that. We'd worry so much, don't you dare."

He turned and fixed himself on me then and I had to admire his control in not looking at our chests, even though he wanted to. But he didn't speak at first, only kind of appraised me in a way that made me feel uneasy before speaking.

"Yes, you would."

It was all he said, then he turned to Livy, asking, "Anything else?"

She returned a look as impassive as his own as she unfolded her legs, letting them stretch out in front of her.

"Yes, our summary, thus far. You're as turned on by the things you've seen as I am. You enjoyed it and you want to convince yourself it's okay even as we speak, but you don't. You don't because you can't accept that you're attracted to it and you turn that denial into hostility and bad feelings towards us. You're acting like your under attack, but you're not. Personally, I think you're blowing everything way out of proportion, but all we're trying to tell you is that it's okay to feel the way you do when you look at Barbie and your mum, but please don't take it out on us if you can't deal with it. Is that so unfair? So much to ask?"

Jarid kept his total composure throughout this and answered right away, both their eyes locked now in what, for Jarid, would be mortal combat against a superior adversary.

"I'll answer that question. I'll answer it the only way you left it to be answered, but first, I have a question for you three." he said, moving his eyes to me, then Mom, resting them there for a few moments before putting them bravely back on Livy. 

I could almost root for him, just like I root for the Maple Leafs and just as uselessly.

"Has anybody bothered to take a long view of this situation? No? I didn't think so. It's probably not a welcome thought right now, especially for you, Mom and Jen, knowing you as I always have. Luckily, you'll have this very remarkable woman to help you through that. Yeah, well I just thought I'd ask, right? I mean, since we're all living for today, I figured maybe somebody should. And, since I'm sure you're all going to avoid that uncomfortable question anyway,... No. It isn't so unfair and it isn't so much to ask that I not spoil your summer with my crazy little worries about reality. It wouldn't matter even if I did, so why should I sweat it, right? I'll just- hey, heh heh! Look at this!"

He seemed to adjust himself below the water and then stood with a smile, looking down at the front of his Speedos' and his completely diminished condition.

"So,... yeah. Whatever. Call me for the next meeting,... or not."

Then he turned with his happy-go-lucky smile and walked away towards the shore side of the sandbar, leaving us looking at one another.

Mom finally toned, "Well,... I guess that's all we wanted. Isn't it?"

"He does mean it.", Livy said thoughtfully. "He'll be a bit easier on the head from here on."

"But, it's never that simple with Jarid." I advised her as we watched him throw himself into the water and start swimming back.

"Yeah, I kinda got that. I know, he's only resigned now and it won't end here, but it's a start. Don't worry, he'll work out as soon as he accepts the three of us and how it is here. Once he discovers where he is and where he fits in, he'll be perfect. That's his strength."

"I'm worried about what he said about leaving." Mom said.

"He won't leave." Livy assured. "He loves you. He said it himself and I don't see that changing."

"Did you see his cock, Mom?"

"Yes, I did."

"I really hope things work out." I said.

"They will." Livy assured, looking at me with a funny smile. 

She got to her knees in the water and suggested. "Why don't you two come here and lick my pussy?"

Looking at Mom and her sudden smile, much like my own, we moved forward on our hands and knees. I hooked my finger in the front of Livy's bikini bottoms, tugged them down and Mom began licking her lips, so to speak, as I watched. I couldn't get over the sight of my own mother licking a woman's pussy right in front of me. I'd seen it before, of course, but the sight of her tongue lapping and flicking lovingly at a pussy never failed to drive me wild. Doing it in the water was almost more than I could handle.

"Mmmm. Now, Barbie, help your mum."

"I like to watch a little, first. Mom's so hot."

"You like to watch her pretty face in my pussy."

"Oh, yes."

"You're a very naughty girl, Barbie."

"Uh-huh."

"I think you need to be punished. You lick my pussy now and, later on, me and Mummy will give you a little spanking."

I looked up at her then and knew I was in love. She returned the expression and I began helping Mom, glancing her tongue with mine and tasting Livy's scent. I started sucking her clit, making her moan, her pelvis jerk in response while Mom pressed her tongue into her tight opening.

"Ohhh! Oh, yeah, lick me! I love my beautiful girls!"

Mom loved hearing this. Her hand wandered around to Livy's ass to pull her closer while I began circling her clit. I came down to lick with Mom, touching tongues and briefly kissing before I went back up to her button. 

"Ohh-hhh! Mmmmmfffuck! Su- such go-od little pussy lickers! Oh, god! Oh, yeah!"

I put my hand between her legs so I could cup the bottoms of her ass cheeks in my hand. I was so horny that the people at Vicky with binoculars and telescopes only made it better.

"Aaahhhhhh! UHHHH!! OH,... HUUUUUUU!!" Livy yelled as she came a small torrent in our faces. 

We licked it up immediately as she went wild, gently pressing our faces to her pussy with her hands on the backs of our heads, running her strong fingers through our wet hair.

We all followed Jarid afterwards, Livy in the middle and our arms around each other's lower backs. It was such a nice moment in the hot sunshine, our Livy well satisfied, Mom and I horny as hell. 

"This is almost perfect." I sighed.

"Almost?" Mom asked.

"Well, there's just one,... little problem."

"What's that, hon?"

" ... I want Jarid's cock in my muffin. I wanna suck on it and swallow his cum."

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

We found him sitting by himself on the picnic table at home with a pint of rye and a joint. He was back in his usual dress of tight black (old grey) jeans with a faded black, April Wine T-shirt. We walked right up to him, Mom staring wide eyed at this behaviour.

"What?" he asked.

"Jarid,...", she inquired, "Is that marijuana?"

"Why, yes it is, Mom. Here, have a puff. May as well."

Mom frowned at this, but she got his point quite clearly and I couldn't help but be proud of the way he'd been handling himself. He was nothing like the Jarid I knew in school. He held it out to her while he took a swig of the rye, straight from the bottle without so much as wincing.

Mom took the joint and they both eyed one another as she took a puff, coughing afterwards. Jarid didn't laugh, but only watched her. 

"C'mere, Liv." he said, taking the joint back.

I had to hand it to him again. I didn't know the game like he and Liv obviously did, but I knew what he was doing. The same thing I did to opposing players who were bigger than me, singling her out and proving he wasn't afraid. I watched her buck herself up and come forward, answering his little challenge.

He took a puff from the joint and handed it to her. After only a brief hesitation, she took it and puffed at it as though she'd been doing it all her life before giving it back. 

"Take your top off."

She cocked her head, not expecting this any more than the rest of us were, but smiled a little before doing what he wanted. He smiled himself when he saw her bounce free of her bikini top. 

He looked her in the eyes, obviously about a quarter in the bag, and said, "You're beautiful."

"Thank you, Jarid."

"I like you in a way, too. But, I don't trust you."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't seem to take into account where we come from. You think you can just waltz right in and switch things around to suit you, make us your little playthings without a thought to who we are."

"What you mean is that you don't know me well enough to trust that I want to look out for your best interests. Why did you want my top off?"

He took a puff off the joint and handed it to Mom, still hacking, who passed it on to Livy. 

"I told you, you're a beautiful woman. I wanted to see."

"You're trying to take control." she countered.

"And that bothers you." he assumed, taking another drink from the rye.

Puffing and handing it back, she answered, "No. Not really."

"You're afraid to say that you want control in front of Mom and Jen."

"Jarid, I told you last night not to be playing any head games with me.", she warned.

"Head games? What head games, it's true, isn't it? The truth isn't a head game, it's just what is."

"Alright, I'll play because Barbie and your mum already know what my intentions are. Yes, I want control. I'm the best one in this group to assume that position and we both know it."

"Especially in a long term arrangement, huh?"

She hesitated while he took another drag from the joint, passed it back to Mom, who took it this time, then answered, "Yes."

"Well, a long term arrangement isn't going to include the Wheeling Park dream. What makes you think you can take control beyond that culvert? What makes you think you know us so well that you can do that?"

"I live outside that culvert, too."

"Yeah, but you don't know shit about our lives and our aspirations out there. All you know is that you have a vulnerable woman out of her element along with her very suggestive daughter. And I know we're not just play toys for you, I know you're serious about us, but I also know that you're looking for a home."

Livy's jaw dropped. She couldn't get mad because he wasn't being mean, wasn't even angry, only factual and up front, saying what he meant and meaning what he said. And, of course, he was right. 

Mom and I watched round two of their game without interfering, knowing that Liv wouldn't want it and trusting that she really did want all our cards on the table. Anyway, I found it pretty hard to believe he was really getting the better of her. She had to be sandbagging.

"I won't make you answer to that because I feel sorry for women on the receiving end, but yeah, I know."

Now she seemed speechless. Maybe she wasn't sandbagging.

"C'mere, Liv." he challenged, beckoning her closer.

She stepped right to the seat of the table, working up a defiant expression that melted away when he leaned forward and kissed her lips, however sloppily.

"I know our family is fucked up, I know it better than you. And y'know what else?"

"What?"

"I think you're as much a victim of us as we are of you. I hafta admit, I like that about you."

She smiled. I couldn't believe it, but she did. 




Wheeling Park Ch. 08



"So, what are you saying?", Livy challenged.

"I guess I'm saying,... Dad's a dickhead. Mom was dysfunctional. I was going to move out and pack off this fall, but with you on the scene, I can't do that."

"Why?" she asked, moving closer, resting one knee on the seat between his legs.

"Would you at this point, if you were in my place? Could you leave them alone now?"

"No. Especially not if I found someone,..."

" ... Maybe there's that." he allowed.

"You're right, I do want a home. And I know that in time you'll trust me far enough to,... to allow me to take my place there. Your biggest problem is that you just don't know me, but again, give me time and a little trust to build on and you'll see that I'm good."

"Yeah. Like I said, I have no control over that, anyway. Just know, I was already willin' to leave." he established, taking another drink.

"Jarid, sugar?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we just forget about this for now?"

" ... I guess."

She put her arms around his neck and gave him a big wet smooch, right on the kisser and said, "Don't drink any more, okay?"

" ... But this is Wheeling Park an' who gives a rat's ass if I-?"

"Don't push it." she smiled, moving closer, touching her boobs to his chest. 

"Okay, Liv."

"I want you to come on inside with me, now. We'll put some gel in your hair and some Old Spice on, hmm?"

Jarid actually looked down and laughed self consciously. A minute ago, he was actually besting Livy, but then in the long run, who really bested who?

"Why do you make me do this stuff?"

"Women like to be humoured. Come on, sug."

He accepted this with his drunken little smile as Mom and I looked on with our very sober, somewhat surprised ones. He went with her, leaving us alone to listen to them after they made their way to Mom's room.