Storiesonline.net ------- Melissa's Secrets by Pookie Copyright © 2002-2012 Pookie. All rights reserved ------- Description: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother. In the process, she discovers a number of secrets about ... Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff Mult cons lolita bi wife inc mother son bro sis fath dau span lght swing group orgy 1st oral anal mastrb pett toys creampie exhib voy teach slow nud ------- ------- This story began as a collaboration between myself and KK. The main characters and basic plot were created together as we set out to write our first story together. This story allowed both of us to explore each other's genres, providing the strength of our own backgrounds to the design of this story. KK turned the story completely over to me after we'd completed the fourth chapter. I greatly appreciate his work and talent. Neither of us intended for the story to be as lengthy as it has turned out to be, but the story just kept begging to be told. The character "Melissa" in this story is not the same "Melissa" as in my first three stories. I want to thank my editor, Nick, for all of his hard work and time in improving the quality of "Melissa's Secrets". He began assisting me with Chapter 27. He's also gone back and edited the earlier chapters as well. His efforts have made a significant impact on this story, and the quality of my writing. ------- A few of the story codes apply only briefly in the story. Some apply only for a few chapters at the beginning or end. They are primarily meant as a warning to the reader who may want to avoid stories involving even brief scenes involving certain themes or activities. Sibling incest occurs throughout most of the story, as well as numerous adult/teen situations. ------- Cast of Characters Cast of Characters (Ages are as of the beginning of the story) Main Characters The Livingston Family Greg – father of Jamie and Melissa, age 39 Andrea – mother of Jamie and Melissa, age 38 Melissa – main character, narrator, age 12 Jamie – a little over two years older than Melissa, age 14 The Jeffcoat Family Frank - father of Andrea, Melissa's maternal grandfather (Grandpa), age 61 Susan - mother of Andrea, Melissa's maternal grandmother (Grandma), age 60 Andrea - Melissa's mother, married to Greg Livingston, age 38 The Clark Family Bob – father of Sarah, age 40 Colleen – mother of Sarah, childhood friend of Andrea, age 38 Sarah – Melissa's longtime best friend, age 12 The Thompson Family Jason - father of Colleen & Brandon, Sarah's maternal grandfather (Granddad), age 62 Cynthia - mother of Colleen & Brandon, Sarah's maternal grandmother (Granny), age 60 Colleen - Sarah's mother, married to Bob Clark, age 38 Brandon - two years older than Colleen, married to Laura, age 40 Laura - married to Brandon, Colleen's sister-in-law, age 39 The Addison Family Gordon - father of Tammy, Daniel, and Steve, age 43 Amy - mother of Tammy, Daniel, and Steve, age 39 Tammy - same age as Melissa, longtime friend from school, age 12 Daniel - two years older than Tammy, age 14 Steve - three years older than Daniel, age 17 The Preston Family Carl – father of Derek and Jennifer, age 40 Janet – mother of Derek and Jennifer, age 39 Jennifer – same age as Melissa, age 12 Derek – two years older than Jennifer. Age 14 The Rayner Family Kent – father of Penny, Pam, and Peter, age 41 Maggie – mother of Penny, Pam, and Peter, age 39 Peter – five months younger than Melissa, has a crush on her, age 12 Pam – almost a year older than Peter, age 12 Penny – more than three years older than Pam, age 16 The Thomas Family Bradley – pastor of the main characters' church, age 42 Doris – Bradley's wife, age 38 The Walcott Family Brent – father of Kari, Mike, and Julie, age 44 Terri – mother of Kari, Mike, and Julie, age 42 Julie – a half year younger than Melissa, age 12 Mike – two and a half years older than Julie, age 14 Kari – two years older than Mike, age 16 ------- Minor Characters - Adults The Davidson Family James – church youth minister, age 29 Beth - wife of James, age 27 The Formon Family Larry - father of Alicia and Kevin, entrepreneur, age 42 Elaine - mother of Alicia and Kevin, entrepreneur, age 39 Alicia - a year older than Melissa, in private school, age 13 Kevin - two years older than Alicia, in private school, age 15 The Meyer Family John - co-owner of Forest Acres campground, age 50 Erica - John's wife, co-owner of Forest Acres campground, age 49 The Pervitt Family Tom - regular visitor at Forest Acres Campground, age 33 Nancy - Tom's wife, regular visitor at Forest Acres Campground, age 30 The Saxe Family Harry - uncle of Doris, live in Southern California, age 63 Joslyn - Harry's wife, aunt of Doris, age 59 Lisa Stanton - middle school cheerleader coach, not married, age 31 The Taylor Family Andy - father of Anna, professional photographer, age 39 Lori - mother of Anna, age 36 Anna - middle school cheerleader, flyer for Melissa's stunt group, age 12 Andrew - three years younger than Anna, age 9 The Thornton Family Tom – father of Belle, church music minister, age 43 Rachel - mother of Belle, age 40 Belle - one year older than Melissa, age 13 ------- Minor Characters - School Age Tara Brooks - a classmate of Melissa's, age 12 Tony Burton - Jamie's friend from the game room, age 14 Rory Garner - classmate of Jamie, age 14 Kathy Green - middle school cheerleader - back spotter for Melissa's stunt group, age 13 Billy Harper - a classmate of Melissa's, age 12 Brenda Hall - Jamie's ex-girlfriend from early in the story, age 14 Trish Johnson - middle school cheerleader - base for Melissa's stunt group, age 12 Becky Jordan - Melissa's longtime friend from school, age 12 Brian Lloyd - Jamie's friend, age 14 Leann Marshall - middle school cheerleader, age 11 Barry Norris - a grade ahead of Melissa, age 13 Kelly Rendell - junior varsity cheerleader, age 15 Mary Richardson - middle school cheerleader, age 11 Aaron Riley - classmate of Penny and Kari, age 16 Mandy Shaw - classmate of Penny and Kari, varsity cheerleader, age 16 Allen White - classmate of Penny and Kari, age 16 Jerry Wise - middle school cheerleader, age 12 ------- Grades 4th - Andrew Taylor 5th - none 6th - Leann Marshall, Mary Richardson 7th - Tammy Addison, Tara Brooks, Sarah Clark, Bill Harper, Trish Johnson, Becky Jordan, Melissa Livingston, Jennifer Preston, Pam Rayner, Peter Rayner, Anna Taylor, Julie Walcott, Jerry Wise 8th - Alicia Formon, Kathy Green, Barry Norris, Belle Thornton 9th - Daniel Addison, Tony Burton, Rory Garner, Brenda Hall, Jamie Livingston, Brian Lloyd, Derek Preston, Mike Walcott 10th - Kevin Formon, Kelly Rendell 11th - Penny Rayner, Aaron Riley, Mandy Shaw, Kari Walcott, Allen White 12th - Steve Addison ------- Background Information Melissa Livingston, Sarah Clark, Pam Rayner, Peter Rayner, and Julie Walcott are in the same grade. Pam is around six months older than Melissa and Sarah though. Julie is the youngest of the four. They have grown up together as friends and classmates. Melissa and Sarah have always been much closer as friends though. During the first four chapters, these characters are between twelve and thirteen years old, and in the seventh grade. Kari Walcott is a little older than Penny Rayner, but they are in the same grade and are close friends. Mike Walcott and Jamie Livingston are the same age and grade, as well as being friends. Andrea and Colleen grew up together. Colleen is almost a year older than Andrea. Both of them met Maggie and Doris during college. Terri Walcott was a childhood friend of Maggie Rayner. Bradley Thomas is the pastor of the main characters' church. His wife, Doris, became close friends with Andrea during college. Tammy Addison and Melissa are in the same grade and are good friends at school but don't live close to each other. Tammy is very popular among her classmates. The Addisons are an upper class family living in an expensive subdivision. Becky Jordan is a bit of a stuck-up snob, but she is in the same grade and has always been friends with Melissa. Carl and Janet Preston moved into the area about eighteen months before the story begins. Melissa befriended their daughter, Jennifer, during cheerleader tryouts during their first spring semester together. They are in the same grade. ------- Prologue "Melissa Livingston!" she yelled and waved from across the cafeteria. I smiled and gave her a quick wave back. Who the fuck was she? After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered her. She was the girl who sat across from me in history last semester. I didn't recognize her because of the new boobs. She'd obviously grown them over the summer. I looked down at my paltry offering and sighed. God must really be pissed off at me. It was amazing I was so popular without what seemed to be the required amount of boobage. Mom said my breasts were just the right size, that they accentuated my body. She wasn't fooling me. Moms are supposed to say that kind of shit. I was pretty though. Sweet too! Guys loved sweet girls. I also had a dancer's body. Everybody loves a dancer, especially guys. There's always the possibility she will dance with a pole sometime. I knew what guys wanted - a girl on a pole. Actually, what they wanted was a girl on their pole. But one gets you closer to the other, I suppose. I was known for having a good personality. I made friends easily enough. I played well with others. I had the report cards to prove it too! Did I mention I was a cheerleader last year? I could be your worst enemy if you crossed me though. I was one of the cool kids. It was a status bestowed upon me by the other cool kids. We could rally to bring damnation on your very soul, if we were so inclined. Mostly, we'd just gossip enough about you to make your life miserable. I tried to stay out of that as much as I could though. Why? Because I'm sweet like that. Eighth grade was going to suck. I just knew it. It's the second year of middle school. It was the last year of a two year prison sentence. No possibility of early release or parole either. High School was still just out of reach. I was thirteen going on fourteen. I still wouldn't be able to drive. I was stuck in hell. And yet, I'd survived the first year unscathed. I was a survivor. This year should be a breeze. The previous year had changed my life in so many ways though. The past summer had been totally insane. I certainly wasn't the same girl anymore, but could anyone outside of my closest friends tell? First day of school usually blew donkey dick. This one was no different. Lunch on first days was always chaotic too. Picking out just the right table for your friends was a big decision. It reflected status. The table from last year would be too easy. It was like last year's clothes. You just don't wear them. So, I had to pick a new one. Decisions, decisions. Choose well, some wise fucker once said. "Hi, Mel. Is everything going like we thought?" Sarah asked. Sarah Clark was my best friend. We'd been friends since either of us could remember. Our moms had grown up as best friends. Sarah and I were destined to always be best friends too. "I haven't seen her since early this morning," I told Sarah. "Hi, you two," Pam said as she sat down near us. Pam Rayner was our 'know it all' friend. She was around six months older than me and Sarah, but somehow ended up in our grade. She could be irritating as hell sometimes, but she was a good friend. She'd been a big part of my crazy life over the past year too, especially this past summer. My friend, Tammy, sat down directly across from me. Tammy Addison was very popular. She was very pretty, but very down-to-earth too. She and I got along great because of that. She wasn't a cheerleader, but was just as popular as one. She liked me in part because I didn't act snobby because I'd been one. All the guys lusted after her. I think some of the girls did too. God I loved her hair. "So, how does it feel to be a cheerleader again," Tammy asked me, grinning. Oh, yeah. I was a cheerleader again ... even though I'd quit after last year. Over the past few weeks, I'd been pestered by the cheer coach, Ms. Stanton, into rejoining the squad. She desperately needed another 'base' after a few girls were injured during cheer camp. A base catches a flyer during stunts. If the base doesn't do her job, it could mean a very serious injury. Cheerleading isn't for the faint of heart. The majority of catastrophic injuries to girl athletes happen to cheerleaders. "I hate you," I wryly replied to Tammy. I didn't really hate her though. Tammy knew I'd quit cheering because I wasn't interested in doing all the gymnastics anymore. But I couldn't let my school down in its hour of need ... according to my coach. Ms. Stanton would've had to eliminate one of the stunt groups if I didn't rejoin. I couldn't turn her down. She was very convincing. I was too easy. Being easy is the biggest reason the past year had been so crazy. My stunt group is pretty cool though. A stunt group on a cheer team usually has two bases, a back spotter and sometimes a front spotter, and a flyer. Flyers don't ever piss off a base. We're like the Michael Oher of cheerleading. A smart quarterback stays on the good side of his linemen. The same goes with smart flyers. Spotters are probably just as important, but I'm a base. So, that's more important. A stunt group is usually pretty tight though. "There she is," a girl sitting close to me quietly said, after she spotted my rival approaching. And there she was, indeed. Jennifer Preston. She was the girl I'd befriended during cheerleader tryouts for last year's squad. She didn't make the team when I did, and I'd felt bad for her. She'd just moved here not long before. She hadn't made any real friends yet. I liked her. I thought she was cool and had a lot going for her. Little did I know back then that she would be the girl everyone was talking about at my expense. Why is that? She'd just recently stolen my boyfriend from me. My first boyfriend ever. We'd only been a couple for a very short time before she'd taken him from me. Jennifer looked at me, and I looked at her. She had a slight smirk. I smirked back. My friend Becky Jordan was draped all over her. I half smiled at Jennifer. Becky was her penance for stealing my boyfriend. Jennifer was now one of the queen bees. Becky had to bathe in Jennifer's newfound popularity. Becky was a popularity leach like that. Why was Jennifer so popular now? Well, besides stealing my cute boyfriend away, she'd also been drafted at the last minute to be a cheerleader like I'd been ... as a base. I was the one who recommended her too! Everyone probably thought I was an idiot, especially since she'd taken my boyfriend too. I decided I could live with it though ... for the time being. One benefit of being single again was that all the other cute guys were now hitting on me without reservation. Mom had warned me that was going to happen this year. I was enjoying it too. Speaking of my former boyfriend, he happened to make his appearance just then to give his new squeeze a quick hello. I watched as he talked to her for a moment before he had to go on to his class. He looked at me. They both did. I looked right back too. "Aren't you going to claw their eyes out, Mel?" one of my friends nearby asked. "I promised Ms. Stanton I'd behave ... for the sake of the cheer squad." "They're rubbing it in though." They were putting on a good show, but not so much for my benefit. You see, I knew some things no one else did about Jennifer and my ex. For one thing, I'd fucked Jennifer's new boyfriend every day this past week. I was going to fuck him later today. I was going to steal him back in a few months. Maybe sooner. Why was I so confident that I could win back my ex? Because of a secret. It was one of my many secrets. I glanced over at my best friend, Sarah. She knowingly smiled at me. Sarah knew almost all of my secrets. She certainly knew this one. She either knew about, or was a part of, many of my secrets. She'd been the one who'd gotten me started on this past year's wild ride of discovering and keeping secrets. Secrets that had definitely changed my life. Secrets that could destroy quite a few people. It all started a little over a year ago at Sarah's house... ------- Chapter 1 Sarah and I were alone in her house on a Friday night. Her mom and dad had gone out to dinner, and let us order a pizza. We felt like big shots, being allowed to stay home without a babysitter for the first time. We were both twelve at the time, and being allowed to stay by ourselves was like being inducted into adulthood for two preteen girls. Sarah was my best friend. We'd grown up as best friends. She was the one friend I knew I could totally be myself with. I couldn't even remember the last time we were even mad with each other. Our moms were best friends like us. They'd grown up together like we had. In many ways, we were mirror images of our own mothers. We were like younger versions of them. It seemed natural that Sarah and I would be close. It was the middle of August, and we had only two weeks left before we would have to go back to school. So we were sitting on the floor in Sarah's bedroom talking about what it was going to be like being in the seventh grade, our first year at the middle school. We talked about what it was going to be like having different teachers for each class instead of being with one teacher for the whole day, and how much more homework we would be getting. Eventually our conversation turned to boys, as did most of our conversations that summer. That was the summer of our big change. I guess I was luckier than a lot of girls. When the changes started happening to me, they were happening to my best friend at almost the same time. I had someone to share it with. We had both started to grow boobs the previous year. Also, we both had our first periods this past spring, about a month apart. I was first. It would've been cool if Sarah and I had started on the exact same day though. These life-altering changes are a lot easier to handle when you can share the experience with someone close to you. We'd both grown a few inches taller over the past year, but we were still about average height for girls our age. We both stayed in shape. I had to do gymnastics because of being on competition cheer squads. Sarah did gymnastics with me, just because we were best friends. She was never interested in cheering though, but she came to all my competitions and cheered for me from the stands. Along with the physical changes we were going through came our interest in boys. And that brings me back to the conversation Sarah and I were having that night. "Do you think your mom would let you go out on a real date with a boy?" I asked. "I don't know, but I hope so." Sarah then asked, "What about your mom, will she let you go out on a date?" I smiled with pride as I said, "My mom and I already talked about it, and she said I can date if I want to, as long as the boy was nice." "Melissa, your mother is so cool," she said. "I wish my mom was more like yours." "Your mom is great," I countered. "I think she's cool too. After all, she is letting us stay here alone tonight, isn't she?" "Yeah, but I don't think she'll let me go out on dates until I'm older," Sarah said. "I guess I could ask though." "Guess what else my mom told me." "What did she say?" "She told me about doing it with a boy," I said, grinning. "You're lying, Mel," she stated. "She didn't tell you that." "Yes, she did," I asserted. "She told me about sex and how you can get pregnant. Then she said that boys will always want to have sex with a girl, and that they don't have enough sense to use protection so they don't make a girl pregnant." Sarah looked at me in awe. "Your mom told you that?" "Yeah," I said. Well, she sorta did. I kinda added the part about boys not having enough sense. My older brother, Jamie, certainly didn't have any most of the time. I then told Sarah, "She told me that I shouldn't do it with a boy till I'm older, and only with protection. Then she told me that she would let me get birth control pills in a few years if I promised to not do it before then." "Wow. She actually told you that? I told you your mom was cool," she replied. Sarah then asked, "What did you say?" "I acted like I didn't know what she was talking about at first, and then I promised I would never let a boy do that to me." "You're gonna keep that promise, Mel?" she asked, grinning at me. I smiled and shrugged. Sarah knew me too well. I continued, "Then my mom said that she was glad to hear me say that, but that would not be an easy promise to keep." "I figured your mom wouldn't buy that promise," she laughed at me. I gave her my fake angry look. It made us both giggle. "Anyway..." I started, getting back to what mom had told me. "That's why she wanted me to start on birth control pills when I get a little older." "You think you can get your mom to talk to mine?" she asked. How was I supposed to do that? I didn't even say anything to Mom when she was telling me! "Whatever," I said, knowing I wouldn't. We sat quietly for a few minutes. Sarah asked, "How far will you let a boy go on the first date?" "I never really thought about it," I said. "How long should you wait before you let a boy kiss you?" "Well, Pam told me that you should never kiss a boy on the first date. Maybe on the second date if you had a really good time, but most definitely on the third date," Sarah said. Pam Rayner lived across the street from Sarah and was in our class at school. She was one of those people that thought she was an expert on everything. "What does that chick know?" I asked. "I doubt that she has ever kissed a boy before, but now she is an expert on the subject?" "You're right. Probably the only boy she ever kissed is her little brother." We both laughed hard at Sarah's comment. When we stopped laughing, she asked, "Have you ever kissed a boy?" "No. Have you?" "I haven't either," she admitted. "It's going to be embarrassing to go out with a boy, and when he gets ready to kiss you, you don't know how to do it." "Yeah..." I said, realizing this dating stuff could get tricky. "If you kiss badly, he may never ask you to go out with him again," she said. "I never thought of that, but you're right," I said. "Jeeze, how do we learn how to kiss?" "Pam told me that her sister used to practice kissing with one of her friends." "Oh, Pam the expert again," I said, rolling my eyes. Then I thought about it for a minute and said, "Well maybe it's not such a bad idea after all. If you practice with a friend, you can both learn to do it the right way so you'll be ready for that first real kiss with a boy." "Do you think so? Do you want to try it?" "I will if you will?" "How do we start?" Sarah asked. "I guess we just kiss and see what happens." "Okay, let's do it." I moved closer to Sarah and kissed her on the lips. It was nothing special. No sensation, not good, not bad. Then we tried another one. This time we pressed our lips together tighter. We both agreed that it wasn't very good. Then Sarah remembered that her mother had a movie video of some love story that had a lot of making out in it so she ran downstairs and got the movie. Sarah was one of those lucky kids that could watch videos in their bedroom. Sarah started the movie and fast-forwarded to a love scene. We watched the way the man and woman in the move kissed, and then we tried to duplicate it. We were doing pretty well until we saw the man put his tongue in the woman's mouth. We were both reluctant to try that but finally decided, my idea, that if we were going to learn to kiss properly, we would have to do that too. We decided that I would do it first. So I pressed my mouth against Sarah's and pushed my tongue into her open mouth. I found that I actually like the way it felt. Then Sarah did it to me. I was hooked. Afterward, Sarah admitted that she liked the tongue kissing too. After forty-five minutes of kissing, we both felt that we were getting pretty good at it. So we watched more of the movie to see what would happen. The man in the movie put his hand inside the woman's blouse and squeezed her breast. "Did you see that?" Sarah asked. "He put his hand on her tit. I'll bet that felt nice." "Yeah, I wonder how many dates you have to go on before you let a boy do that!" "I don't know, but do you want to try it?" she asked. "I guess so. Do you?" "Sure. Should we take our tops off?" She nodded in reply. Sarah and I both removed our tops and our bras. Sarah looked at me and said, "Wow, your tits are bigger than mine." I looked down at my little boobies. We weren't that different in size. Then I reached out and put my hand on her breast and squeezed it a little. Sarah giggled and said, "That feels good." Then she squeezed my breast, and she was right. It did feel good. We took turns squeezing each other's breasts for a while. Sarah said, "I'll bet you have more hair than me too." "What?" I asked, confused. "More hair? What hair?" "Between your legs, silly," Sarah said, giggling. "On your pussy." I stared at her like she was crazy. "Your tits are bigger," Sarah then explained, blushing slightly. "So, you probably have more hair on your pussy than I do." "I don't have very much yet." "Let's see it," she asked. "You want to see my hair?" I asked, looking at her funny. "Yeah." "Well okay, but you show me yours, too." Sarah agreed and we both slipped our shorts off and then removed our panties. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off Sarah as she pulled her panties down. As her triangle of dark brown hair came into view, I felt a shiver of excitement run up my spine. I was fascinated by what I saw. As it turned out, Sarah had more hair. It looked so soft. Mine was a little darker brown than hers, closer to being black. The differences fascinated me. "Can I touch it," I skittishly asked. She said that I could, so I slid my fingers through her hair and pulled it a little. As I did this, I stared at the soft fleshy mound between her legs. Other than my own, I had never seen a vagina this close before. I'd certainly never touched another one. It amazed me how similar it was to mine, while at the same time it seemed completely different. Sarah broke my trance when she said, "Okay, it's my turn." She put her hand on my mound. We then sat there rubbing our hands through each other's pussy hair. Sarah asked, "Do you ever touch yourself down there?" "No. Why would I?" Actually, I had touched myself before, and had even let a cousin touch me when I was nine. He was a few years older. We didn't really do anything much though. Neither one of us knew what we were doing at the time. "Because it feels good when you do it, silly." Sarah slid her hand down on top of my mound and squeezed it a little. She started making little circular motions, right at the top of my little slit. "Am I right?" she asked. "Doesn't that feel good?" Good doesn't come close to describing the way it felt to me. However, I did manage to tell Sarah that she was right. "Your pussy lips are thinner than mine," she said. Mine were rather thin, but hers weren't much thicker. "Why don't you do it to me now?" Sarah asked. I lowered my hand to her pussy and pressed my fingers against her soft flesh. I started doing the same thing to her that she was doing to me. After a few minutes I managed to ask, "Where did you learn to do this?" "Pam told me about it." "Pam told you..." I started saying, wondering what else they'd talked about without me. But Sarah laughed and said, "Just kidding. You can't tell anyone about this, okay?" "Okay." Sarah got a conspiratorial tone in her voice, "I learned it from my mom." "Your mom taught you to do this?" I incredulously asked. "Not exactly. I came in the house one afternoon, and as I was walking past her bedroom I heard a noise. So I looked. She had left her door open, and she was lying naked on her bed. She had her hand between her legs, and this is what she was doing to herself," Sarah said, continuing to play with my pussy. "I can't believe she left the door open while she did that," I stated. "I guess she wasn't expecting me to come home early. I watched her for a few minutes, and then I snuck back downstairs so she wouldn't catch me spying on her. That night while I was lying in bed, I decided to try and figure out what she was doing and I discovered how good it felt." For the next ten minutes, neither of us spoke. We just kept rubbing each other's pussy. We were still touching each other when we heard someone coming up the stairs. Sarah anxiously whispered, "My parents are home! Quick! Get your shorts and get in bed." Sarah had a set of twin beds in her room. So she grabbed her clothes and jumped into her bed, and I grabbed my shorts and jumped into the other bed. When Sarah's mom came in, we were both in bed and appeared to be watching TV. Sarah's mom went over to her and asked if we'd had a good time. Sarah told her we did. She kissed Sarah on the forehead and said goodnight. She came over to me and asked if I was warm enough. I said I was fine. As she turned to leave, we both saw something on the floor at the same time - my panties. In my hurry to get into bed, I had missed hiding them. Sarah's mom bent down and picked them up. I was terrified that she was going to ask me why I didn't have them on. I didn't have a clue how I would answer that question. Instead Sarah's mom said, "Are these yours, Melissa?" "Yes." It the only word I could force out of my tight throat. "Okay then I'll just put them over here with your overnight bag." She bent down and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Good night, Melissa". When we heard Sarah's parents' bedroom door close, Sarah said, "It's a good thing my bedroom door was open, or we never would have heard my mom coming." My heart was still pounding from the experience. All I could manage to say was "Yeah." The next morning, neither Sarah nor I mentioned the events of the previous night. After breakfast, I helped Sarah and her mom clean the kitchen, and then I went home. ------- The following week I went on a family vacation to the beach. We had a pretty good time, but my brother was a pain, constantly picking on me. He's two years older, and I guess he thinks that makes him something special. When he wasn't picking on me, he was gawking at girls on the beach. He could be so disgusting sometimes. He's cute though, for a brother. He's a little taller than most guys his age. He was into playing sports, and was pretty good at most anything. His hair was dark like mine, and he kept it real short, which I liked on guys. Other girls seemed to like him okay. It's a good thing for Jamie that they never asked me about him though. Anyway, I would much rather have stayed home and played with Sarah some more. All week I kept thinking about the way it felt when she touched my pussy, and I wanted to feel it again. I would have tried doing it to myself, but I never had a chance to be alone because I had to share a room with Jamie. When I got home Friday night, it was too late for me to go visit Sarah. So I went to bed and tried touching my pussy the way Sarah had done it. But while it felt good, it just wasn't the same. ------- Saturday morning I helped my mom with the housework. It took all morning because of all the dirty laundry from the trip, and we had left the house in a mess when we left on vacation. After we finished cleaning and had lunch, my father left to play golf and my brother took off with his friends. My mom asked me if I wanted to go shopping for new drapes with her. Even if I didn't have my heart set on going over to Sarah's house, I wouldn't have wanted to go shopping for drapes. "Mom, I'd rather go over to Sarah's, if that's okay." "That's okay, sweetheart. Your father will be home around four o'clock, and I should be back by five." Mom kissed me on the cheek and said, "Have fun." I rode my bike to Sarah's. As I ran up onto her porch, I felt that shiver run up my spine again. I didn't understand it, but I liked the excitement I felt. I rang the doorbell and waited. In less than a minute Mrs. Clark, Sarah's mom, opened the door. "Hi, Mrs. Clark. Is Sarah here?" "I'm sorry, Melissa. Sarah is at her grandparents' house. She'll be home tomorrow." I was surprised at the level of my disappointment. I was about to leave when Mrs. Clark said, "Why don't you come in for a minute. I'm all by myself here today, and I could use the company." I wasn't real interested in spending the afternoon with Sarah's mom, but I didn't have anywhere else to go. So, I followed her into the kitchen. Mrs. Clark poured us both a glass of ice tea and we sat at the kitchen table. She asked me if I was excited about going to the middle school so we discussed that for a while. "Melissa, I would like to ask you about something, but I don't want you to be afraid to answer me. I won't be upset, no matter what you tell me." When she said that, I knew that I must be in big trouble. "Okay." Then she said, "You remember last week when you spent the night?" I felt a big lump form in my throat as I answered her, "Yes." "Remember when I came into the room to say good night?" "Yes." "Can I ask you why you weren't wearing your panties?" There it was. The question I'd feared so much a week earlier was finally being asked. The best I could come up with was, "I don't know." Mrs. Clark smiled at me, and somehow in that smile I felt that everything would be alright. She was an attractive woman in her late-thirties, a little taller than me with dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, the same as Sarah's. Her smile was almost like that of an angel. So when she smiled at me I began to relax. "Now I don't want to upset you. You didn't do anything wrong, but I wanted you to know that I saw what you and Sarah were doing in her room." Oh, my Gawd! She saw us! "I watched the two of you for a while. Then I went back downstairs and came back up, making enough noise so the two of you would hear me coming." My hands dropped from the table to my lap and my eyes followed. I couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. My voice came out almost in a whisper as I said, "Am I in big trouble?" Mrs. Clark took my hands in hers and said, "Melissa, look at me." I slowly looked up into that beautiful smile. "No. You are not in trouble. What you and Sarah were doing is the result of your natural curiosity about your own sexuality." I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded good and I started to feel better. "What about Sarah? Is she in trouble?" "Oh, no. It's the same for her, only I didn't talk to her about it. I never told her I saw the two of you ... and I would ask that you never tell her either. Sarah might have trouble dealing with the idea that I saw her doing that. Do you understand?" "I think so." "Good. Now the reason I decided to discuss this with you is so that I can answer any question you might have about the way it made you feel when you were touching each other." I was too embarrassed to say anything so Mrs. Clark asked me, "Did you push your finger inside Sarah's vagina? Did she do that to you?" "No." "So you both just massaged each other's vaginas?" "Yes." "Do you have any questions about what you did or felt?" I couldn't believe it when I heard myself ask, "Why did it feel so good?" Mrs. Clark smiled and said, "Good question. I don't know the scientific reasons, but I can tell you this. Your vagina is a very sensitive part of your body. It is called an erogenous zone, which means that when it is stimulated it will excite you and give you pleasure." I stared at her like she was my biology teacher or something. "The part of your vagina that Sarah was massaging is where you clitoris is located, and your clitoris is one of the most sensitive organs in your body. That is why it felt so good." She watched my reaction for a moment before continuing. I was just relieved I wasn't in trouble. I was hesitant to say anything that could change that, but I was beginning to relax with her. "There are several other places on your body that are erogenous zones, that when stimulated can give you great pleasure." It was strange but I was suddenly completely at ease with Mrs. Clark. I even asked, "What other parts of the body are erogenous zones?" "Well there are a lot of them ... your neck, your breasts, your armpits, your thighs, your feet, and lots of others. Actually it's better to learn about them by experience." Mrs. Clark got up from the table and paced back and forth across the room for a minute. "Do you trust me?" "Yes, ma'am." "Can you keep a secret?" I nodded, wondering what kind of secret it could be. Adults had never told me any secrets before, other than something like Mom telling me what she got Daddy for his birthday. Mrs. Clark took me by the hand and led my upstairs to her bedroom. She told me to sit down on the bed. Then she went into her closet and came back with a shoebox, and sat down next to me. "I want to show you some pictures. If they make you uncomfortable and you don't want to look at them, just say so, and I'll put them away." That made me very curious. I said, "Okay." She opened the box and took out a photo of a naked woman. The woman was very beautiful and I told Mrs. Clark so when she asked what I thought. She showed me several more pictures of nude women in different poses, asking after each picture what I thought of it. As I looked at all of the pictures, I found that I was enjoying it. It gave me a kind of tingling excitement that Mrs. Clark was sharing this secret with me, although I wasn't exactly sure what the secret was. After all, they were just pictures of naked women. But who were they? In all, there were five different women. Mrs. Clark asked, "Do you like looking at pictures of naked women?" "Yes, I do," I said, sheepishly. Knowing I shouldn't be looking at these pictures made it even more thrilling. Mom would kill me. "Who are these women?" Mrs. Clark said, "These are some very special friends of mine. Would you like to see more pictures?" I said that I did, and she pulled another picture out of the box. In this picture there were two naked women locked in an embrace. When I saw this one I thought of Sarah and me, and wondered if we looked this exciting as we were kissing each other. Mrs. Clark continued to pull pictures from the box. Each one showing scenes wilder than the last. One showed a woman sucking on another woman's nipple. Another had a woman pushing her finger inside another woman's pussy. The wildest one had two women lying on their sides with their heads between each other's legs. When I was looking at that last picture Mrs. Clark asked me if I found the pictures upsetting. I told her that I didn't, and she asked if I was interested in learning more. I said that I was, and she got off the bed and asked me, "Are you absolutely sure. I don't want you to feel that you have to do anything that you don't want to do." I don't know what it was, but something about the way she was acting excited me even more. "I'm absolutely sure." Mrs. Clark went over and closed the bedroom door. She came back and sat down on the bed. "Stand up, Melissa." I slowly stood up beside the bed. "Would you take your shirt off for me?" I was suddenly very nervous, but I wanted to please her. I stood up, pulled my shirt out of my shorts, and began to unbutton it. When I had it opened, I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it on the floor. "Okay, now the bra." I quickly unhooked my bra, which I probably didn't need yet anyway, and dropped it on the floor. Mrs. Clark looked at my breasts and said, "My ... those are so lovely. Just budding now but in no time at all you will have beautiful full breasts." I felt an odd sensation in my breasts. Almost like when it's cold outside and you feel your nipples getting hard. Only this felt better. "Okay, now take your shorts off for me." I kicked off my shoes, and then pushed my shorts down my legs, kicking them aside. Now I was standing in front of Mrs. Clark in just my panties. "Now honey, I want you to press your fingers against you panties and rub them against your vagina. Don't do it like you did last week. Rub all over your pussy. You don't mind me saying pussy do you?" I pressed my fingers against the crotch of my panties and started rubbing like she asked. "I don't mind if you call it a pussy. I like it." It was fun saying that word in front of her. She watched me as I rubbed myself for about a minute, then she told me to stop. "Now remove your panties and hand them to me." I slipped off my panties and handed them to her. Mrs. Clark said, "The excitement of sex is more than just the way it feels. It's also the way it tastes and smells." She held my panties up to her noise and inhaled deeply. "Come here, honey. I want you to smell them yourself." I moved close to her, and she pressed the crotch of my panties softly against my face. I wasn't sure what I smelled, but I liked it. I liked the odor. I liked that my panties felt damp against my face, and I liked that Mrs. Clark was smiling at me. "What do you think?" "I like it." Mrs. Clark really surprised me as she asked, "Would you like to kiss me?" Until that moment the idea of kissing her had not occurred to me, but suddenly I wanted to do just that. "May I?" I asked feeling excited. "Yes. Come kiss me." I moved in front of her and she put her arms around me. I pressed my mouth against hers. When I felt her mouth open a little, I pushed my tongue out and she sucked it into her mouth. We kissed like that for a few minutes, and I felt like I was in heaven. I was feeling sensations in my pussy every bit as exciting as when Sarah had been massaging it, and no one was even touching it. After one very long kiss, Mrs. Clark asked, "Would you like to see me naked now?" My heart started pounding and I was having difficulty breathing, but I managed to say, "Yes, I would." Mrs. Clark stood up and told me to sit on the bed. She removed her blouse and bra as I stared at her. She had what looked to me at that time to be huge breasts. They were actually 34b as I found out later, but they were firm and beautiful. Hers were similar to Mom's breasts. Mrs. Clark moved over to the bed. "Would you like to suck on my nipples?" I didn't say anything as I moved my lips around one of her hard nipples. I liked the way it felt in my mouth. I moved to the other and sucked it the same way, using my tongue a little as well to make her feel good. As I was sucking on them, they seemed to get even harder. I noticed that Mrs. Clark had closed her eyes, and she began to push her chest out more. Mrs. Clark let me have my way with her breasts for a while. As I was sucking and enjoying the feeling of sucking her nipples, she asked, "Would you like to see the rest of me?" I let her nipple slip from my mouth as I straightened up to watch her. I watched her, not saying a word as she opened her pants and unzipped them. She pushed her pants over her hips and let them drop, stepping out of them. She was standing in front of me in a pair of black panties. They looked really sexy on her slim body. As I watched her, she pressed her hand into her crotch and started rubbing herself the way she had told me to do myself. She did that for about a minute, and then she slid her panties down her legs and removed them. As Mrs. Clark stood up, I got my first look at her bush of dark hair above her pussy. The only thing that could draw my attention away from her pussy was what she was doing with her panties. She turned them inside out, looked at the crotch and smiled. She held them up to her face and smelled them. She had a dreamy look on her face as she did this. She bent down and picked my panties up off the floor and handed them to me and said, "Smell your panties again." I did as she told me, smelling the musky scent of my pussy again. Mrs. Clark handed me her panties saying, "Smell mine now." I held them up to my nose, noticing immediately that they were much wetter than mine. The scent was much stronger, and I liked it. When I put them down Mrs. Clark said, "Now you know the difference between the smell of an excited little girl's pussy and a very horny woman's cunt. Now, would you like to get on the bed with me and do the things you saw in the pictures I showed you?" I felt something wet on the inside of my thigh. When I looked down, I saw a tiny drop of moisture on my pussy lips. Mrs. Clark saw it too. She reached her hand out and picked that little drop off me with her finger and put it in her mouth. I didn't know what to say about that, so I just stared at her. "That is the nectar from your pussy. I couldn't let it just run down your leg and disappear." Mrs. Clark climbed up on the bed and put her head on the pillow, asking me to join her there. We were lying on our sides, face to face. "Melissa honey, you are a great kisser, and I would love to have your tongue in my mouth again!" So I moved to her, pressing my soft lips to hers. She put her arms around me and we kissed passionately for several minutes. She was kissing my neck and my ears when she said, "Would you like me to kiss your breasts?" "Oh yes, please." When she took my nipple into her mouth, I thought my body was on fire. When I didn't think I could stand it anymore, I pulled away from her and moved down so I could suck on her nipples again. I loved the way her breasts felt in my hands, and the way she moaned when I rolled her nipples between my teeth. When she stopped me after several minutes she said, "I'm now going to give you an experience that will be unlike anything else you have had in your life. Lie on your back, baby." Mrs. Clark got between my legs and lifted them over her shoulders as she moved her head between my thighs. She was kissing and licking the insides of my thighs as she moved up higher. Finally she put her mouth over my pussy, and began sucking on it as if it were a ripe peach. When she pushed her tongue inside of me I felt like I was getting electrical shocks all over my body. Mrs. Clark moved her head a little and concentrated her attention on my clit, and suddenly something happened that I had never felt before or dreamed was possible. I felt like I was floating, but I could feel the sensations of her tongue in my pussy. So I knew I was still on the bed but I couldn't capture a thought. I could hear strange noises. Loud grunts and moans, and I didn't realize right away that I was the one making those noises. My whole body tensed up from the most wonderful and incredibly intense feeling. After a short time, I began to relax a little. I was more satisfied than I could ever remember. I had no idea how long it lasted, but when it was over, I was still quivering. For the next ten minutes, Mrs. Clark cuddled with me, running her hands up and down my back. When I'd calmed down enough to talk, I asked her what had happened to me. "Honey, you had an orgasm and it was beautiful to watch." After she rubbed my body a little while, Mrs. Clark said, "Well you have experienced a lot today. I think maybe we should go downstairs now." I said, "But..." Mrs. Clark said, "Is there something more you would like to do?" I put my arms around her, kissed her, and whispered in her ear. "Would it be all right ... if I did that to you?" "Do what to me, honey?" "What you just did to me?" Mrs. Clark laughed and asked, "Are you sure you're ready for that?" "I think so. Yes. I am ready" Mrs. Clark rolled onto her back and said, "Okay, it's all yours, honey." "What should I do?" "Just start licking and kissing around down there ... you'll find out what I like by the way I react to what you are doing. It won't take long to learn." So I moved down between her thighs. When I got close to her pussy, I wasn't sure if I could actually lick it. But I was so mesmerized by it that I couldn't move away. I could see that her pubic hair was actually trimmed into a nice triangle above her mound. Her pussy lips were opened. As I was staring at it, Mrs. Clark's pussy twitched. It wasn't actually a twitch. It was more like her lips opened a little wider, then closed again. That little movement sent a thrill through me and I dove into her pussy tongue first. I began licking and sucking all over her pussy. With Mrs. Clark's guidance, I was soon giving her the same pleasure she had given me. She reached down and opened her pussy more to me, asking me to suck on her clit. I sucked and licked her clit. Suddenly Mrs. Clark grabbed my head and pulled me tight against her pussy and yelled, "I'm coming". Several body spasms and a lot of moaning followed this. As soon as she calmed down a bit, Mrs. Clark pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth and began licking her wetness off my face. Mrs. Clark and I lay in the bed for a while, recovering from our sexual exertions. Later she asked me, "Are you upset in any way about what we just did?" I thought about it for a few moments before I said, "I'm not really sure about everything we were doing, but I know that I liked it." Mrs. Clark said, "Good." We went back down to the kitchen. Mrs. Clark made us a snack. We sat together for a while without talking. Mrs. Clark finally said, "What happened today is that I opened you up to the wonderful pleasures that two women can give each other. I hope that as you get older and start having sex with boys that you won't lose the ability or desire to occasionally share yourself with another woman." I didn't sense a question there, so I didn't say anything. Mrs. Clark took a sip of her soda before she said, "Do you think that you would ever like to do this with me again?" I felt a little twinge in my pussy when she said it. "Yes ... I think I would like to do it again." "Do you think you would like to do this with Sarah?" "I don't know. Maybe. Would it be all right if I did?" "Yes, it would be all right. As a matter of fact, I was hoping that you would want to do it with her. I want Sarah to know the same pleasure I taught you today, but I can't teach her myself. I am counting on you. Of course you can never tell her what we did today, or that I suggested that you do this with her." "I promise I won't tell anyone about us." I was both excited and nervous about Mrs. Clark's desire for me to teach Sarah about sex with another woman. I wanted to do it, but what if Sarah didn't want to do it. I was mulling that over when Mrs. Clark asked, "Do you know how Sarah learned to massage her pussy the way she was doing yours?" I played dumb and said, "No. She never said." "I taught her. Actually, she doesn't know that I taught her. I heard her come in the house one afternoon when I knew we would be alone. I quickly got undressed and got on my bed and starting playing with my pussy. I heard Sarah come up the stairs and when she got near my room, I made some noise so she would look in. I pretended that I didn't know she was there while she watched me. I was actually hoping that she would come into my room and ask me what I was doing, but she didn't. It wasn't until I saw her rubbing your pussy that I knew she had learned what I wanted her to learn, how a woman can please herself." After that we talked about other things for a while. When we finished our snack, I decide to go home. When we got to the door, Mrs. Clark asked me for a kiss goodbye. I gave her a peck on the cheek. "We can do better than that," she said. Mrs. Clark kissed me on the mouth. I felt her tongue slide between my lips. I felt her hand slide down inside my shorts and panties. She kissed me several more times as she rubbed my clit causing me to have a small orgasm. It wasn't as intense as the first one, but it left me unsteady as I left her house. ------- Chapter 2 It was the last Friday of my summer vacation and it had been just one week since my adventure with Mrs. Clark. Sarah called me that afternoon and asked if I could sleep over that night. She said her mom and dad where going to a party, and wouldn't be home till late. Her mom suggested that she invite me over so that she wouldn't be alone. She said I should come over at six, and we could order a pizza. I suspected immediately that Mrs. Clark wanted me to be alone with Sarah that night, and I felt that shiver of excitement again. I spent the rest of the afternoon nervous and excited as I waited for six o'clock to come. By five o'clock, I was so excited I could actually feel my panties getting wet. A half hour past five, I decided to take a quick shower. As I undressed, I was thinking about the things I'd done with Mrs. Clark, the way she touched me and the way she'd made me feel. It was those same things I was hoping to do with Sarah that night. When I took my panties off, I felt them to see how wet they were. And then, kind of absentmindedly I held them up to my face and smelled them. The scent was the same as I'd smelled the previous week, and it just made my excitement greater. I inhaled deeply a second time, savoring the scent of my excited pussy before dropping the panties on the floor and going off to the shower. After showering and drying myself, I wrapped the towel around me and went about getting my clothes together for the sleepover. Instead of shorts, I decide that I would wear a little sundress. I packed a big tee shirt for sleeping and threw in a top and a pair of shorts for the morning. I got my sandals and went over to my dresser to get clean underwear. I grabbed two bras, then decided I wouldn't wear one that night, after all my breasts weren't really so big that I had to wear a bra yet. So, I put one back. I got two pairs of panties, threw one in my overnight bag and took the other pair over to the bed. I was getting ready to put them on when I changed my mind. Instead of putting on the clean panties I had just taken from my dresser, I put on the pair that I had been wearing earlier, the ones with the damp crotch and the sexy scent. When I pulled them up and felt the cool dampness against my pussy, I felt a pleasant sensation run through my body. It was almost six o'clock, so I picked up my overnight bag and headed downstairs. I kissed my parents goodnight and rode my bike down to Sarah's house. I could feel my excitement growing as I rode down the street. As I reached the porch steps at Sarah's house, my nipples were getting hard, just like they had a week earlier. Mrs. Clark opened the door for me and gave me that big smile that I had grown to love. She called out, "Sarah, Melissa is here." She turned to me and asked, "How have you been, sweetheart?" "I'm fine, Mrs. Clark. How are you?" "I'm feeling very good now that you're here." Mrs. Clark quickly looked around to see if anyone else was in the room before she pulled me to her, kissed me on the mouth, and whispered, "I hope you and Sarah have as much fun as you and I had last week." Between the kiss and what she said to me, I thought my chest was going to explode. Sarah was coming down the stairs when her dad came into the room. He turned to me and said, "You two girls will be alright alone, won't you?" Then he just kind of stared at me for a moment with a funny look on his face. "Melissa, you look very pretty in that dress," he said while staring intently. Mrs. Clark spoke and it seemed to shock Mr. Clark out of his daze. "Sarah, honey. The money for the pizza is on the kitchen table. We will be quite late, so you two make sure you get to bed at a reasonable hour." She turned to her husband, "We better get going. It'll take us nearly an hour to get out there." Sarah kissed her parents as they went to the door. At the door, Mrs. Clark turned to me and winked. When they were gone, Sarah said that she had already ordered the pizza and suggested we play some computer games until the pizza arrived. As we turned to walk back to the family room where the computer was kept, Sarah gave me a funny look and then said, "You aren't wearing a bra are you?" "How did you know?" "Look at yourself in the mirror." I stepped into the downstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror and I understood why Sarah's father was looking at me the way he was. My hard nipples were showing clearly through my sundress. I was embarrassed to think that Mr. Clark had seen me this way, but then I remembered that he said I looked very pretty in my dress. I felt very flattered to think that a grown man had told me I was pretty. I didn't mention that to Sarah. I just said, "Oh, my Gawd. You can see my tits right through my dress." We both started to laugh. The pizza arrived twenty minutes later, and a half hour after that we were done eating. Sarah suggested we go up to her room and watch TV. I was very nervous as we headed up to her room. I knew what I wanted to do, but I didn't know how to make it happen. When we got up to her room, Sarah walked over to the TV. "Is there anything on you want to watch?" she asked me. "Not really," I replied. "Instead of watching TV, I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, if you want, practice our kissing again?" Sarah looked surprised, and that embarrassed me. I could feel the flush in my face as I waited for Sarah to respond. "Do you really want to do that again?" I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to seem too anxious, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity of doing with Sarah all the things I had done with her mother. "Only if you want to, too," I said. "I just thought you might want to practice some more." After I said that, I realized how lame it sounded. But before I could say anything to redeem myself, Sarah said, "Well, if you really want to do it, I guess we can." We sat on Sarah's bed looking at each other, feeling even more awkward than we'd felt the first time we tried kissing each other. I could see that Sarah wasn't going to move, so I kissed her first. It wasn't long before Sarah and I were kissing the way we had been doing it the last time we were together, and we were soon tongue kissing each other. After we had kissed several times Sarah pulled away from me and said, "I told Pam that you and I practiced kissing." "Sarah!" I exclaimed, looking at her disbelievingly. "You didn't tell her that!" "I did too." "What did she say?" I asked, wondering if she'd lost her mind. Why the hell did she tell Pam we had been kissing?! "At first she acted like we were stupid, but then she asked if she could do it with us sometime." "She wants to do it with us?" I asked her, feeling a little relieved. "Should we let her?" "I don't know ... Well ... I guess we could," Sarah said, a little anxious. "Yeah, I guess we could sometime, if she stops acting like such a retard." After starting at each other for a few awkward moments, I pulled Sarah to me and started kissing her again. She didn't resist either, kissing me back eagerly. We were getting into a good rhythm of alternating sucking on each other's tongue. My whole body was tingling. "Sarah, do you want me to play ... with your tits?" "I guess so," she replied. I could tell she really wanted to though. After unbuttoning her blouse, I unhooked her bra and squeezed her breasts while kissing her again. Without warning her first, I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began sucking like I did to her mom. Sarah didn't object, she just reached down and spread the front of her blouse wider so that I could suck on her other breast. I had been sucking on her breasts for a few minutes when Sarah said, "Oh God! That feels so good. I can feel it all the way down to my pussy. Where did you learn to do that?" Her question caught me off guard. I had to think of something fast, so I said, "Jamie taught me that." "Your brother taught you that?!" The shock on her face almost made me tell her I was joking. "Yeah." "How did that happen?" Now that I had started the lie, I was stuck. I had to make up a plausible story and fast. "When we were on vacation last week, Jamie and I were alone in the beach house one afternoon playing cards. We were playing rummy and I kept winning. When I started to tease him about it, he got mad and bet me that he would beat me the next game. We didn't have any money so I asked him what we would bet with. He said, 'If I win you have to do something I ask you to do, and if you win I'll do something you want me to do.' "I asked him what I would have to do for him, and he said, 'Show me your boobs.' I asked him if he was crazy and told him I'm not going to bet that. He said that I was just afraid that he would beat me. So, I made the bet, but he ended up winning the game." "So you showed him your tits?" Sarah asked. "Yep. And when I had my top opened, he asked if he could touch them, and I said no. He actually started to beg me to let him touch them ... so I let him. Then he asked if he could lick my nipple, so I said 'just once.'" "You told him he could lick your nipple?" "It felt so good when he touched my breast that I couldn't say no. And then when he started licking my nipples, I couldn't stop him. Then he started sucking on my nipples and it felt so good," I said, remembering how Sarah's mom had done it. "Then what happened?" "We heard our parents coming, so we had to stop." "Wow. I can't believe you did that." "I can't believe it either," continuing the lie. "That is so cool that your brother actually sucked on your nipples. Are you going to let him do it again?" "I don't know. Maybe I will." The truth is that when I saw how excited Sarah got from my story, I started to like the idea myself. "Are we going to talk about this all night, or are we going to keep practicing." "Would you do that again ... suck on my tits like you were before?" Sarah asked almost pleadingly. "Take your blouse and bra off first." As Sarah removed her blouse and bra, I told her to remove her shorts too. Sarah looked at me as if to ask why, but she didn't say anything. She just removed her shorts. I started kissing Sarah while I squeezed one of her breasts. After a minute or so, I bent down and started sucking her nipples again. As I was doing this I put my hand on the crotch of her panties and began to rub her pussy. Pretty soon Sarah was breathing very hard, and was holding on to me tightly. When I felt her panties starting to get damp I asked her if she was all right. "Are you okay, chick?" "I don't know ... I guess so." "Do you want me to stop?" "No ... it feels so good. Don't stop," she said almost breathlessly. "I won't stop ... but do you want to try something else that feels even better?" She didn't even ask what I was going to do. In a kind of soft dreamy voice, she just said, "Okay." "Lie down on the bed." I got on the bed with her. I kissed her lips again before I moved down and started kissing and sucking on her breasts. As I did this, I had my hand pressed against the crotch of her panties, massaging her pussy. Sarah was making little sounds in her throat, but no words came out of her mouth. I moved down the bed a little bit and started to pull on her panties. She just lifted her hips and let me pull them off. Then I held her panties up to her face, telling her to smell them. She smelled them but didn't say a word. I leaned close to her face and kissed her. Holding her panties up to my face, I smelled them and put my hand on her pussy, pressing against her clit. "Don't your panties smell sexy?" I asked softly. Sarah just let out a low moan. It seemed to take all of the breath in her body to say one word, "Yes." I started to move down the bed and Sarah asked, "What are you going to do?" "Just relax and enjoy it." Sarah didn't protest at all as I spread her legs. I put my head between her thighs and took a good look at her pussy. It looked just a little different than her mother's. It was a little smaller, smoother with less hair. I wanted to taste it just like I had her mom's. I opened my mouth and pressed it against her lips the way her mom had done to me, pushing my tongue inside her. Her pussy seemed to get wet very quickly, and the juices that were running from her pussy tasted similar to her mom as well. I licked and sucked all over her pussy and then started to concentrate on her clit, and soon Sarah was convulsing with her first orgasm. When it was over I asked her how she liked it. "How was that? ... Did it feel great?" "It was awesome!" I was afraid that she was going to ask me how I learned to do it. I didn't want to have to make up another lie. But to my surprise Sarah said, "Are you a lesbian?" "No. Why do you ask that?" "I heard that girls that do that sort of thing are lesbians. So if you aren't a lesbian, why did you do that to me?" "I did it just for the fun of it, and I knew you would like the way it felt. Are you a lesbian?" "Of course, not!" Sarah said defensively. "But you liked the way that felt, didn't you?" "Yes, but..." "But nothing. We aren't lesbians, but I liked doing that and you liked the way it felt. So, what's the big deal?" "I guess it's no big deal," she said softly, looking down shyly. I asked, "Well then, do you want to do that to me?" "I don't know if I could do that." "You can at least try. I did you and you loved it, didn't you? She nodded with a slight smile. "Now I would love for you to do that to me." I got off the bed and removed my dress. Sarah sat watching me for a few moments. Then she seemed to make up her mind about something. She got off the bed and pulled my panties off me, and then she smelled the crotch. When she did that she looked like her mom, which made my pussy start to drip. She held them out for me and said, "They smell just like mine, only stronger." I didn't bother to tell her that my pussy had been dripping into them since early afternoon. Sarah said, "Lie down on the bed and I'll do it to you." I climbed up on the bed and Sarah very quickly got between my legs. She hesitated for a long time. I was beginning to think she wasn't going to do it when finally she moved in and started sucking on my pussy. Once she started, she wasn't at all timid about what she was doing. It didn't take long before she was hitting the right places. She soon had me climaxing. Even after my orgasm, Sarah kept licking my pussy. When she finally stopped, I asked her if she liked doing that to me. "I did. I can't believe it, but I really liked doing that, licking your pussy. Is that bad?" "I don't care if it's bad. I like doing it to. But I don't think we should tell anybody about what we did. This should be our secret." "Yeah, it wouldn't be good if anyone found out we were licking each other," she said. Then she embarrassed me, "You got kinda loud too." I just blushed and shrugged. We took turns pleasuring each other for the next couple of hours. We went to bed exhausted. Before we fell asleep, Sarah asked, "You want to do this next weekend?" "Yeah, if we can." ------- In the morning, Sarah and I showered and went down for breakfast. After we ate, I helped Sarah clean the kitchen. When we were just about done, Sarah's dad came in and asked Sarah to go with him to do the grocery shopping. Sarah started to ask if I could go with them when her mom came in and said, "I think Melissa's mom probably wants her to come home now. And besides, I want to talk to her about something." Sarah sounded disappointed as she said goodbye to me, and left with her dad. When the car pulled out of the driveway, Mrs. Clark took my hand and said, "Come with me," and she led me up to her bedroom. We sat on the bed and then she asked me, "Well, how did it go last night? Did you and Sarah have fun?" "Yes, we had a very good time," I said, almost grinning. "You mean like the fun you and I had last week?" I felt myself blushing as I said, "Exactly like that." "Did Sarah like it?" "Yes, very much. She said she would like to do it again next weekend." "Well good. I'm glad that Sarah enjoyed that too. There is something else I want to talk to you about. First, would you like to take your clothes off and get in bed with me?" "I guess so." I began to get undressed. As I did this, Mrs. Clark just watched me. When I was naked, I climbed on the bed and watched as Mrs. Clark took her clothes off. When she had finished undressing, she got on the bed with me, put her arms around me, and pulled me to her. My breasts were pressed against hers, and the feeling that it gave me was intense. We started kissing, and she put her hand between my legs and started playing with my pussy. I was sucking on one of Mrs. Clark's nipples when she said, "I wanted to tell you something about last night. When Bob and I left for the party, he told me something that I think you should know." I stopped sucking on her nipple and said, "What's that?" "After we got in the car, Bob took my hand and put it on his cock to show me that he had an erection. Do you know what an erection is?" "Yeah, my mom explained all that to me." "Good. Anyway Bob put my hand on his erection and asked me what I thought had made his cock hard. I told him I didn't know and he said, 'Melissa gave me this hard on. Did you see the way she looked in that dress tonight? You could see her cute little tits showing right through her dress.' Then he said, 'I would love to see her with her clothes off.' "So Melissa, what do you think of that? "I dunno," I said, not sure what to make of it all. "You turned my husband on. Of course Bob has a thing for young girls, but he was so hot last night that we had to stop on the way to the party so I could suck his cock to give him relief. Then on the way home from the party, you are all he talked about. He thinks you are going to be a very sexy young lady." "He really said that about me?" She nodded her head while smiling. I was thrilled that a grown man thought I was sexy. I wasn't sure what all this meant, but the thought that Mr. Clark had an erection because he saw my breasts showing through my dress made me feel good. "You said you had to stop so you could suck his cock?" I asked. "You actually stopped along the road and did that?" "Bob pulled into a shopping center parking lot, and we parked in an area where there were no other cars, and I did him right there, in the car ... Would you like to see some pictures of women sucking men's cocks?" "I guess so." Mrs. Clark got out of the bed and went to her closet. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass as she walked away from me. As I watched the way she moved, I thought about asking her to teach me to walk like her. She was at her closet less than a minute before coming back to the bed with a handful of pictures. She laid them on the bed where we both could see them. The first picture was of a man standing up and a woman on her knees in front of him. The woman had the man's cock in her mouth. In the second picture, the man was lying on a bed and the woman was next to him, and was bent over with his cock in her mouth. The thing that interested me most about the second picture was that the man on the bed was Mr. Clark and the woman was Mrs. Clark. Because the picture was of Mr. and Mrs. Clark, it took on a special meaning to me. As I stared at that picture, I could feel my pussy leaking its juices. I looked at the other two pictures she had, but I kept going back to the one of her sucking on her husband's cock. I knew right then that every time I saw Mr. Clark, I would think of that picture. Mrs. Clark noticed the way I was looking at the picture, and she said, "So you like seeing me suck on his cock? Would you like to keep that picture?" "Could I?" "Yes. But you must promise to hide it somewhere so no one else ever sees it." "I will." I lay back on the bed staring at the picture. I was just lying there thinking about what Mrs. Clark was doing to her husband when I felt her put her head between my legs, and started licking and sucking on my pussy. It took a little longer than it did the last time we were together, but the orgasm was even better. After my orgasm, Mrs. Clark lay on her back and I moved between her legs. When I pushed my tongue against her pussy, my mouth was flooded with her juices. I was really surprised at that. "Why did that happen? I just touched you." "I have been waiting all morning to have a chance to be alone with you and my pussy has been excited the whole time. I can't explain why you make me so horny, but you do." I felt happy that I was able to have that effect on her even though I didn't fully understand it. I just smiled at her and went back down and began sucking on her clit. I soon had her climaxing. Afterward, we were lying on the bed and I was still looking at the picture of Mrs. Clark sucking Mr. Clark's cock. "Have you ever seen a real cock when it was hard like that?" she asked. "No, ma'am." "Having an older brother in the house should give you plenty of opportunities. You haven't seen Jamie's hard cock yet?" "No. Not yet." "The first hard cock I ever saw was my brother's. Actually it was the first cock I sucked too." All I could manage to say was, "Really?" "I walked into his room and caught him masturbating one day. I told him I was going to tell our parents what he was doing and he begged me not to. So I told him that he would have to let me touch his cock. After that we found lots of fun things to do together." "Weren't you shocked when you walked in and saw what he was doing?" "No, not really. I already knew what he was doing. That's why I walked in on him. I wanted to see his cock." "How did you know what he was doing?" "All boys that age do it. When they think no one is home, they'll go in their room, close the door and start playing with their cock. If you want to catch them at it, all you have to do is to sneak up to their door and listen. When you hear funny sounds coming from the room, you just open the door and walk in." I didn't say anything to Mrs. Clark at the time, but ideas were already starting to form in my head. Shortly after that, I took the picture she had given me and went home. ------- The following Monday, Sarah and I went back to school. As it turned out, we need not have worried about not knowing how to kiss. Seventh grade boys were all such jerks that we figured that they wouldn't know how to kiss a girl anyway. Over the next two months Sarah and I got together a couple of times for a sleepover, but I didn't have a chance to be with Mrs. Clark during that time. Cheerleading took up most of my time in afternoon, and any night when there were games. ------- One Saturday in the middle of November, Sarah called me and said that her parents were going out that night, and she wanted to know if I could spend the night. I checked with my mom and she said I could. After I told Sarah that I could come, she said, "Guess who came over for a visit this morning?" "I don't know. Who?" "Pam came over and asked what I was doing." Pam lived across the street from Sarah and was in our class at school. She's about six months older than me, and thinks she knows it all because of that. We got along really good though. Sarah hung out with her a lot more than I did because of living right there. "What did she want?" "She just wanted to hang out with me. Get this, she asked me if we still practiced kissing together. Then she said that she wished she had someone to practice with." "We should have her come over tonight and let her practice with us," I said jokingly, trying not to giggle. Sarah laughed and said, "You know, we should do that. See how far we can get her to go." I thought about it for a moment and said, "Do you want to? It might be fun." "Let's do it," Sarah said excitedly. "I'll call her and see if she can spend the night with us." "Yeah, do it. We'll give that chica a real education," I said slyly. Sarah called me back a half hour later and said that it was all set. Pam was going to spend the night with us. I got to Sarah's house about 6:30 that evening, and Mrs. Clark opened the door to let me in. As I came into the house, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I've missed you." I blushed as she smiled at me. Pam arrived a few minutes after me, and by 7:00, Mr. and Mrs. Clark had left for the evening. We started out by eating pizza and watching a movie with a lot of love scenes in it. Neither Sarah nor I said anything about the love scenes, and we waited for Pam to bring up the subject of kissing. When the movie was over Pam asked, "I was kind of wondering if, you know, if you guys were going to try kissing each other. You know, kind of practicing." Pam sounded a bit tentative until I asked, "Why? Do you want to try it?" "Could I?" "If you want to do it with us, you'll have to do everything we do, do you understand?" I asked Pam. "I guess that's okay, but what do you do?" Sarah said, "Well, we start by taking our clothes off." Sarah and I both began getting undressed. Pam didn't move and when Sarah and I were both down to our panties I said, "Pam, if you want to do this you have to take your clothes off too." I was sure that she was going to chicken out, but she didn't. Pam quickly stripped off her clothes until the three of us were standing nude together. I was a little surprised by the effect that seeing Pam naked was having on me. Pam is taller than both Sarah and I, and her breasts were bigger than ours. A lot bigger. Her pussy had a lot more hair than ours also. Hers was a sandy blonde color, similar to her mom's. Pam was something new and exotic, and she excited me. "Pam, why don't we start with you kissing Sarah?" They sat on the edge of Sarah's bed and began kissing. As I watched, their kissing became more intense. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. After a few minutes of watching them kiss more intimately, I wanted in on the action, too. "Okay, now it's my turn," I said. I sat down on the bed on the other side of Pam, and she turned toward me. I could tell from Pam's kisses that she was totally inexperienced. I liked the idea that I was teaching her. As I was kissing her, I put my hand on her breast and she jumped a little, but didn't pull away. I stopped kissing Pam long enough to say, "Doesn't that feel good?" "Yes, it does." "Why don't you do the same thing to me?" I started kissing her again and I felt her hand tentatively touch my breast. She placed it firmly on me, and squeezed gently. We did this for a while before we switched again. Sarah and Pam began kissing once more. It was interesting that Pam immediately moved her hand to Sarah's breast. Sarah was the first to move to the next stage. She bent down and took Pam's nipple into her mouth and began to suck. I could tell by her reaction that Pam didn't know what to do. I think she liked the way it felt, but wasn't sure if she should let Sarah do that to her. After a few moments, I could see the panic in Pam's face. "What are you doing? What is going on?" Sarah said, "You said you wanted to do this. If you want to quit, we will." "I don't know what you are going to do ... and I don't know if I can do it." I said, "It's cool, Pam. Why don't you sit on the other bed and watch Sarah and me for a while. We'll show you everything we do, and then you can try whatever you want." Pam moved to the other bed. I had Sarah lie down and I started kissing her, and playing with her breasts. I moved down and was kissing Sarah's nipples as I started fingering her pussy. When I did this I heard a small gasp from Pam, but no protest. When I had Sarah good and wet, I moved down between her legs and began sucking on her pussy. It took me only a few minutes to bring Sarah to a strong orgasm. When I turned and looked at Pam, she appeared to be in a bit of a daze. "That is what we do to each other, and if you want to hang out with us, you'll have to do the same. Do you think you can do that?" I asked. Pam didn't say anything. She just stared at me. "Well then, if you're ready Pam, I'd like you to kiss my pussy." She still didn't move. "Pam, come on chick," I pleaded. "It's fun. I think you'll like it." I thought she might be getting ready to run from the room, but instead she got off the other bed and came to me. Sarah moved out of the way, and I lay back on her bed. Pam got on top of me, and started kissing me. She slowly worked her way to my breasts. She kissed and sucked on each of my nipples before she moved down to my pussy. There was no hesitation now. She went straight to my pussy and started licking and sucking on me. She had been doing it for about a minute when she looked up and said to me. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do this." Pam went right back to sucking on me. She was now at ease with licking my pussy in front of our friend. My orgasm was getting close when I saw Sarah move over behind Pam. Sarah started rubbing Pam's pussy. When my orgasm hit, I grabbed Pam's head and held it against my pussy until it passed. When I let go of her, she rolled off me onto her back. Sarah moved up between Pam's legs and placed her mouth over her pussy. It didn't take long for Sarah to give Pam an intense orgasm. Afterward, we all just lay there quietly. "Pam, are you okay?" Sarah asked. "That was so intense. How long have you two been doing that?" "A couple of months," I said, grinning devilishly. "Does anybody else know about this?" Pam asked. "No. It's just the three of us now. Can you keep it a secret?" I asked intently. "Yeah, I don't want anyone to find out ... Can we do it again?" "Again? Girl, we're just getting started good," Sarah answered. The three of us played around with each other until after midnight, when we heard Sarah's parents coming into the house. We quickly got into a bed so we would not be discovered. While Sarah slept alone in her own bed, Pam shared a bed with me. "You get a little loud sometimes," she told me, softly giggling a little. "Sometimes I can't help it," I replied. We giggled quietly together. I had my hand between her legs as we drifted off to sleep. ------- Chapter 3 After that night, Pam became a regular in our sex games. We took turns sleeping at each other's houses whenever we could, which was at least once a month, and sometimes more often than that. I always worried about Pam's or my parents accidentally discovering us. We always made sure to lock ourselves in who's ever bedroom we were staying with. Getting caught face sucking and licking each other's cooters would've been a bad thing. When we were around others, we acted normal. My parents didn't seem suspicious at all. Pam's parents seemed to always be preoccupied with other things. They didn't even notice that we were practically living in Pam's bedroom. I guess they were glad we were out of their way. Pam's little brother, Peter, seemed to always be around whenever I was there. I figured he just didn't have a life. He always seemed to act dorky when around me. I usually just ignored him. He wasn't bad looking though. He was kinda tall for his age. I liked his short sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, but he was more than four months younger than me. I was only interested in older guys, especially the ones with a driver's license. The problem for me was that I was too young for them. It would be a few months before I'd be thirteen. It can suck to be me sometimes. Pam's older sister, Penny, was always busy with her friends, which she had a lot of. She was kinda wild, but didn't usually get into trouble too much. She was cute with the same hair as her younger siblings. In fact, all the Rayners had the same straight sandy blonde hair, which seemed kinda odd to me. She seemed to like me though, which made her cool. ------- Sarah's birthday in January fell on a Friday. Pam and I were invited to spend the night with her to celebrate. That winter I was a cheerleader for our school's basketball team. The competition cheer season was over. Basketball games were the only things left to cheer at. A game was scheduled for after school the day of Sarah's birthday, which totally sucked. So, I went straight from the game to Sarah's house. I still had my cheerleading uniform on when I got there. I noticed that during dinner, Sarah's father kept looking at me and smiling. It was kind of weird, but I didn't mind. Sarah's father is really cute so his watching me did make me feel a little excited. He was about six foot tall, like my daddy, and in great shape. He kept his dark brown hair cut really short, which made him look kinda dreamy. He could look at me all he wanted, as far as I was concerned. That night, the three of us didn't get to play around very much because Sarah's parents were home. They spent most of the evening with us watching movies. When we went to Sarah's bedroom, Pam got into bed with Sarah for a while, and then I switched with her. It was kind of our way of giving Sarah a birthday present. ------- Later that night, maybe around 2:00 in the morning, I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I had just pushed my panties down and sat on the toilet when the door opened. Mrs. Clark came in, walked over to me, and said softly, "Don't pee yet. Come with me." I was still sleepy and a little confused, but I stood and pulled my panties back up. Mrs. Clark turned off the light before she opened the door, took my hand, and led me downstairs to the first floor bathroom. "I heard someone get up and when I saw that it was you, I just had to talk to you. I hope you don't mind me talking to you while you pee." "I don't mind." "Do you mind if I watch?" I didn't know what to say, and I just sat there until Mrs. Clark asked me to spread my legs so she could see. So, I opened my legs sort of wide and started to pee. As my stream started, Mrs. Clark said, "Bob and I just had sex. Well actually not just had sex, but we've been having sex ever since you girls went to bed, and I have you to thank for it." "What did I have to do with that?" "You and your cute little cheerleader outfit had Bob so excited that he couldn't wait to get me in bed. I sucked his cock, and then he made love to me twice." I was now awake enough that the conversation had become interesting to me. "Your husband got excited because I was wearing my cheerleading uniform?" "Well, he has always had a fantasy about having sex with a young cheerleader. Seeing you in that uniform was all he needed to get really horny." "Did he, um ... cum in your mouth this time?" "When I was sucking his cock he did. The other two times he came in my pussy." "What does it taste like? I mean, when he cums in your mouth?" "Do you really want to know?" I told her I did so she lifted her nightgown and told me to stick my finger in her pussy. When I did, I found that she was really messy down there. "Smell your finger, sweetheart." I did and it smelled a little like bleach, but not bad. "Since you wanted to know, why don't you taste it?" I put my finger in my mouth. It was a little salty, but I couldn't describe the taste. I had finished peeing and pulled my panties up and was now standing in front of Mrs. Clark. "Melissa, how would you like to eat my husband's cream from my pussy?" I don't know why I wasn't grossed out. I couldn't have said no to her even if I was. "You want me to do it now, right here?" Mrs. Clark pulled her nightgown higher and sat on the sink counter, spreading her legs to open her pussy up to me. I bent down and licked a few times to see if I could handle the taste. When it didn't repulse me, I began seriously licking and sucking her. It seemed for a while that the more I sucked on her pussy, the more fluids leaked out. I didn't mind though, the taste wasn't bad, and I knew that Mrs. Clark was enjoying what I was doing to her. That was enough to make me want to do it. I kept at it until she had an orgasm. After she relaxed for a few moments, she pulled me up to her and used her mouth to clean the mess from my face. Afterward, we washed up and left the bathroom. We went back upstairs, and she softly kissed me in the hallway before we both went back to bed. ------- Over the next couple of months, I got together with Sarah and Pam only twice. Once was on my birthday in March. It was a fun way to turn thirteen. I didn't get to be alone with Mrs. Clark at all though. That really sucked. ------- It was a Saturday at the end of March, and the weather was just getting spring like. I was going to sleep over at Sarah's that night. I was home alone sitting at my father's desk down in his basement office sending e-mails to friends when I heard my brother, Jamie, come in the house. I went to the top of the stairs of the basement, and heard him going upstairs. I listened, and his bedroom door closed soon after. I went back to the computer and sent a couple more notes, and then sat back thinking about what I was going to do that night at Sarah's house. I wondered if I would have a chance to be alone with Mrs. Clark. It had been a long time since we had been together and I missed the way she made me feel when I was with her. As I thought about her, I remembered the picture she gave me, and I went up to my room to get it. When I walked past Jamie's room, I remembered what Mrs. Clark had told me about her brother. So, I snuck over to Jamie's door and listened. It was quiet in there and I wondered if he was sleeping, but then I heard his bed move. It sounded like he was unzipping his pants. I waited a couple of minutes while I thought up a reason to be going into his room. Then I quickly open his door and walked in. As I stepped inside, I was saying, "Jamie, do you know where Mom's scissors..." Jamie was lying on his left side looking at a magazine and he had his right hand on his cock. I only had a second to look because he pulled his bedspread up to cover himself and the magazine as soon as he saw me. Jamie looked embarrassed but acted angry. "God damn it, Mel. Can't you knock?" he yelled. "What were you doing?" "None of your damn business." "I saw what you were doing, and I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad." This was my big chance. If he started begging me not to tell, I would get what I wanted. But, he surprised me instead. "So, tell them ... I don't care." So I tried again to get the upper hand. "I'm going to tell them that you were reading a dirty magazine and playing with yourself." "So what? They won't care. I've seen Dad doing it before." That stunned me. "You saw Daddy doing that? Playing with himself?" "Yeah, more than once." I didn't know what to do or say then. I just stood there by the door trying to think of something to say that would give me control of the situation, but Jamie beat me to it. "Either get out of here, or I'll do it right in front of you." When I didn't move, Jamie pushed the bedspread down and started playing with his cock again. He didn't even look at me. He just picked up his magazine and started looking at the pictures again. I was so fascinated by what he was doing that instead of leaving, like I thought he wanted, I moved closer to the bed to watch. When Jamie didn't object to my presence, I sat down on his bed. I could feel that pleasant tingle in my pussy as I watched him slide his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Suddenly Jamie spoke and shocked me out of my trance. "Do you want to touch it?" I didn't answer. I just slowly reached out and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It felt strange. The skin was smooth to the touch and it felt warm in my hand. It was about five inches long and the head looked like some kind of helmet. Jamie wrapped his hand around mine and began pumping up and down. Once I had the motion going Jamie let go of my hand. "Do you like it?" Jamie asked. "I think so." "My girlfriend likes to put it in her mouth. Do you want to try that?" I thought of the picture of Mrs. Clark sucking on Mr. Clark's cock, and I knew that I wanted to do it. "Should I?" "Go ahead. I want you to." So there I was, holding on to my first real erect cock. I was about to put it in my mouth. I didn't know what I was supposed to do once I had it in my mouth though. I only knew that I had to do it. So, I bent down and took my brother's cock into my mouth. Jamie began to tell me what to do. "Swirl your tongue around my cock and move your head up and down." I tried to do what he was telling me, and after a few minutes I caught on. Just a little later, Jamie said that he was going to cum. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. After the first spurt of his semen shot into my mouth, I jumped back a little. The next three shots hit me in the face. At first I was upset by what happened. But when I looked at Jamie, I got excited again. He was pumping his cock with his hand, getting the last of his cream to spurt out. When he finally let his cock drop from his hand, it fell against his thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I picked his limp cock up in my hand and rolled it between my fingers. "That was a great blowjob, sis." I felt proud of myself, and I bent down and sucked his cock back into my mouth. The taste was different now. It reminded me of the way Mrs. Clark tasted the night I sucked her pussy with cum in it, but Jamie tasted stronger. While I was sucking, I was getting excited about the prospect of telling Mrs. Clark that I'd sucked my brother's cock. As I continued to stimulate him with my mouth and tongue, I gradually became aware that Jamie's cock was getting hard again. I began pumping my mouth up and down on his stiffened cock and licked it all over. "I love the way you're sucking my cock, Mel," he said. "Damn, girl. You're going to make me cum again if you keep that up!" This time when Jamie said that he was cumming, I didn't take his cock out of my mouth. I let him cum in my mouth. I loved the way he tasted and felt as I bathed his cock with his own juices. When I let his cock slip from my mouth, Jamie handed me some tissues. I spit out the cum in my mouth, and wiped it from my face. After I had cleaned myself up, Jamie said, "That was terrific. Anytime you want to do that again, it's all yours. How would you like me to lick your pussy? Kind of return the favor." I looked at Jamie's clock and saw that I was supposed to be at Sarah's in forty-five minutes. "I'd like you to do that to me sometime, but not right now. I have to get ready to go over to Sarah's." "What the hell do you girls do over there anyway?" I laughed and said, "Wouldn't you like to know?" I hurried out of Jamie's room and went to my own. I hurried to get ready to go over to Sarah's house. ------- When I got to Sarah's that night, she wasn't home. Mrs. Clark told me that she and her father went out to pick up dinner and to rent a couple of movies. They would be home in about a half hour. I followed Mrs. Clark into the kitchen and we sat at the table. She asked me about school, and how my parents were and other small talk. "You know, Melissa. I really have missed our times together. It has been a while now since we could be alone. "I've missed you too ... and our times alone." "I would love to pull you panties down right now, and give you an orgasm with my tongue," Mrs. Clark said softly. Hearing her say that made me feel all tingly. I was so turned on that I had trouble speaking for a minute. I then remembered what I wanted to tell her about Jamie and me. "Guess what I did this afternoon?" "I have no idea, hon. What did you do?" "I did what you suggested. I walked in on my brother while he was playing with himself," I said, blushing profusely. The smile on her face told me that she liked what she heard. "Tell me what happened?" I skipped over the long story, and just said, "I did it. I put his thing in my mouth!" "Really? That must have been exciting." "I'm still wet from it too." "Did you let him cum in your mouth?" "Yes. I actually did it twice." "You are making me so hot right now. We are going to have to get together soon," Mrs. Clark said excitedly. Before she could say more, Sarah and her father came in the house. ------- That night turned into a typical sleep over. Sarah and I watched a movie with Mr. and Mrs. Clark before going up to Sarah's room to watch television. It only took a few minutes before we began playing with each other. We were at it for more than an hour. We went to bed and slept that night, cuddling like two young lovers. ------- The following weekend, Sarah went out of town with her parents. So I invited Pam to spend the night at my house. That afternoon, I was watching television with Jamie when our parents came and told us they were going shopping, and would be gone a couple of hours. They also told us that they would be going out that evening as well. Jamie and I would be alone for a while since Pam wouldn't be over until later. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, Jamie came over to me. "You want to come up to my room and suck my cock again?" I guess I should have been offended by Jamie's question, but that very idea had popped into my head the moment our parents told us they were going shopping. "Are you going to do what you said to me?" I asked. "Sure. If you suck my cock, I'll lick your pussy." It was almost funny to hear Jamie talk to me that way. Most of the time, he barely spoke to me at all, other than to pick on me or whine about something. I followed him up to his room and I sat on his bed as he closed and locked his door. He turned around and stood in front of me as he opened his pants and pushed them down. When he pushed his underwear down, his cock popped up and bobbed around like it was on a spring. I almost laughed out loud. Jamie asked me if I wanted him to lie down, sit on the bed, or stand in front of me. Instead of answering him, I took his cock in my hand and pulled him to me, and took his cock in my mouth. I liked the way it felt in my mouth this time better than the last. I can't explain why, it just did. Jamie began to move his hips causing his cock to move in and out of my mouth. While he was doing this, I started to play with his balls. I was fascinated by the feel of his testicles inside the fleshy sack. At one point, I took his cock out of my mouth, and licked and sucked on his ball sack. I figured that he must have liked it because he didn't complain. Soon after, I put his cock back in my mouth. Jamie said, "Can I cum in your mouth, Mel?" I mumbled, "Yes," and kept on working on his cock. When he started to erupt, he put his hands on my head, and gently held me as his cock convulsed. He shot spurt after spurt of his cream into my mouth. When he was done, he almost fell onto the bed. I spit his cum out into some tissue. As he was lying on the bed, I continued to play with his cock and balls. I wasn't so much sucking them as examining them up close. The first time I did this, I didn't think about getting a good look at his cock, but this time I was taking it slow, and I didn't want to miss anything. After a while, Jamie asked, "Have you ever done this before, Mel?" I laughed and said, "Yeah, I did it with you last week, stupid." "You know what I meant. With anyone else?" "No. Your penis is the first one I have ever touched." "Call it a cock." "Okay, yours is the first cock I have ever touched." "Well, you are really good at it. That felt great. Do you want me to do you now?" "I guess so." I was taking my shorts off and Jamie said, "Take your shirt off too. I want to play with your tits." So, I stripped naked and got on the bed with Jamie. Jamie looked me over slowly, and said, "You have a nice body, Mel. In a couple of years you're going to have a great pair of tits. I hope you'll still let me play with them then." Jamie put his hand on my breast. As he gently squeezed it, he bent over and took the nipple into his mouth. I liked what he was doing immediately. I could feel the tingling sensation in my pussy growing as he sucked first one nipple, then the other. After a while, Jamie moved down the bed and got between my legs. He pushed my knees up and spread them apart. He slid his tongue across my pussy lips. He looked up at me, and said, "Has a guy ever done this to you before?" "Oh no. Never." I almost started to laugh and probably would have if Jamie had not begun sucking on my clit at that moment. I was in sudden ecstasy. Jamie continued to work on my clit, stopping once to say, "My girlfriend loves it when I do this to her." I have to admit that Jamie was better at sucking my pussy than either Sarah or Pam, but he was nowhere near as good as Mrs. Clark. It took Jamie ten minutes to give me a very nice orgasm. ------- Afterward we sat on his bed talking for a while. As we talked, we touched and explored each other's bodies with our fingers and tongues. After a while Jamie asked, "Do you want to do this again tonight after Mom and Dad go out?" "Sorry, I can't. Pam is coming over to spend the night with me." "Pam? Really? I think she's hot. I would love to see her naked." Jamie got a big smile on his face. "Do you think you could fix it so I could get a peek at Pam in the nude?" "What do you think we do? Hang around in my room naked all night?" "Well, what about when you're getting ready for bed? Would she be naked then?" "No. She may strip to her panties, but then she'll put on a nightshirt. She won't get naked." I wondered if Jamie had any idea of what Pam and I might be up to in my room that night. Jamie said, "If there is a chance, would you let me know?" "I'll think about it." I did think about it for a minute and the idea of letting Jamie see Pam naked appealed to me, but I didn't want to betray Pam's trust by pulling some kind of trick on her just to entertain Jamie. When it got close to the time our parents were due home, I went to my room, cleaned up and got ready for Pam. ------- Pam came over right after dinner, and we walked to the video store to get a couple of movies. When we got back to the house, my parents were getting ready to leave. My mom gave me her usual speech about behaving while they were out, and then said they would be home by one in the morning. After they left, Jamie came into the family room. "I'm going to Brian's house. I'll be back around 9:30." When he said that, he kind of winked at me. I said, "Get out of here, you pervert." Jamie was laughing as he left and as soon as the door closed, Pam started asking me what that was all about. She kept pestering me about it, and I finally decided to tell her. "Pam, you have to keep this to yourself. You can't tell anyone. Understand?" "Okay, I won't tell anyone. What's up?" I didn't tell her exactly how things happened. I kind of left out the fact that this all had started the previous weekend. I told Pam about walking in on Jamie while he was masturbating. Only I told her it was that afternoon, not the week before. I didn't tell her I did it intentionally. I said it was an accident. The rest was pretty accurate about how I ended up sucking his cock and that he licked my pussy. I even told her about him asking me if any guy had ever done that to me before. Pam thought that was pretty funny. When I was done, all Pam said was, "You actually sucked your brother's cock?" Once I'd convinced her that I had in fact given my brother a blowjob, Pam said, "Wow, that is so cool. I wish I could have seen that." "Funny you should say that." "What do you mean?" "When I told Jamie that you were coming over tonight, he said that he thought you were hot, and he would like to see you naked." "He really said that?" Pam asked. "Yes, he said that," I replied. "He also asked me if I could arrange that for him. Fix it so that he could get a peek at you with your clothes off." "Chica, you have got to be kidding." "I'm not kidding. Why do you think he told me what time he was coming home tonight, and then winked at me?" "So that's why you called him a pervert?" "Yep. How would you have felt if I'd let him see you naked?" "I don't mind if he wants to see me naked." I thought that was really odd. I could tell she was flattered that Jamie wanted to get a peek at her naked. But she seemed to have no problem with it. If it had been her brother, Peter, wanting to peek at me, I'd have told her no without thinking about it. I could see that she was thinking about something, and suddenly she started to blush. Pam began laughing as she said, "Well, you have seen me naked many times, and he is your brother, and he has seen you naked. So I guess it wouldn't be any big deal if he saw me naked." Pam was laughing so hard that by the time she finished what she was saying she could barely get the words out of her mouth. She had to sit for a moment to get her composure back. Then she started to talk again, and the uncontrollable laugh was back. "You got to see him naked," Pam noted. "So if he wants to see me naked, he has to let me see him naked." By the time she finished talking, I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. Tears were coming out of my eyes. Just about the time we both calmed down, Pam said, "Doesn't that all make perfect sense to you?" And that set off another spell of laughter. We joked around for a while longer, and Pam finally said, "I'm serious." And we cracked up again. It was just a little after eight o'clock. Pam and I decided that rather than put on a movie, we would go up to my room and fool around while we had the house to ourselves. As soon as we got to my room, we undressed and got on the bed. It became evident as soon as I began to suck on Pam's nipples that she was very horny. I had just started fingering her pussy when she said, "Do you think he would agree to that?" "Who agree to what?" "Do you think your brother would agree to let me see his cock if I let him see me naked?" "Are you nuts? He'd let you see his cock even if you don't let him see you naked." "I want to do it." "You want to do what?" "See him naked, let him see me naked. Can I do it?" "Are you asking me if I'll let you do it?" "I don't know. I guess." "If you're sure you want to do that, I will talk to Jamie when he gets home," I said. "Yeah. I want to do it. I can't believe how excited I am right now just thinking about seeing his cock." At that point Pam pushed me down on the bed, and went down on my pussy with such passion that she had me climaxing in just a few minutes. I was going to return the favor, but Pam said she wanted to wait until after she saw Jamie's cock. I suspected that she was hoping that Jamie would give her an orgasm. It was about 9:30 when we heard Jamie come in the house. I heard him turn the television on downstairs. I turned to Pam, and said, "If you're sure you want to do this, I'll go talk to Jamie." "I want to do it." "Okay. Wait here." I went downstairs to talk to Jamie. He was sitting on the couch drinking a soda when I came in the room. He looked up at me and said, "Where's Pam?" "She's upstairs waiting for me, but I have to talk to you about something." "What do you want to talk about, Mel?" "Do you still want to see Pam naked?" "Are you kidding? Of course I do." "Would you let her see you naked?" "Sure." "Okay. You have to go up to your room and get undressed, and when you are ready, I'll send Pam in. The two of you can stare at each other all you want." "Is this some kind of a trick? Are the two of you going to come in and take my picture while I'm lying there naked?" "No tricks." "I don't believe you." "Okay then, you can cover yourself with a blanket until you see that Pam is naked too. Does that work for you?" "Cool." Jamie turned off the television and followed me upstairs. He went into his room and closed the door. I went into my room to get Pam. She was sitting on the bed, and the only thing she was wearing was a nervous smile. I asked, "Are you ready for this?" "I'm ready, I guess." I went to my closet and got a bathrobe for her to wear until she got into Jamie's room. After she put it on, I went down the hall to Jamie's room. I knocked on the door and walked in. Jamie was lying on the bed with the blankets over him. "I just wanted to see if you're ready." Jamie lifted the blanket and showed me that he was indeed naked. So I went back to my room and got Pam. I walked her to Jamie's door and knocked. Jamie said, "Come in." I opened the door and walked in with Pam. She stood next to the bed, and I was behind her. I put my arms around her, opened the robe, and helped her out of it. I said, "Okay, Jamie. It's your turn." Jamie threw the blanket back, exposing his hard cock to Pam. The two of them stared at each other without speaking. I wanted to watch them to see what they would do, but somehow I knew I should leave. "I guess I'll leave you two alone for a while. I'll be back later to see how you're doing." Neither of them spoke as I left the room. I waited about ten minutes before I went back to Jamie's room. When I walked in I found Pam lying on the bed with Jamie's cock in her mouth. Watching them was so exciting, almost as exciting as doing it myself, but in a different way. I went and sat on the end of Jamie's bed, and watched in complete fascination. Seeing Jamie's cock disappear into Pam's mouth had my pussy wet in no time. I had to slip my hand inside my panties to give myself some relief. When Jamie said that he was cumming, Pam pulled back and let his cock slip from her mouth and he immediately began pumping his cock with his hand. Pam's face was only a few inches from his cock as she watched him masturbate. So when his cock began to spasm and shoot his cream, most of it hit Pam in the face. She seemed to enjoy that, laughing while the spurts of semen splattered on her face. When it was over, Pam turned and smiled at me, letting me see Jamie's cream running down her face. I laughed at her and said, "I'll get you a towel," and headed down the hall to the closet. When I got back to Jamie's room, Pam was lying on her back. Jamie was on his knees between her legs. His face was pressed into her pussy. I handed Pam the towel and she wiped her face as she enjoyed what Jamie was doing. I moved behind Jamie, reached between his legs, and began stroking his cock, which began to get hard again. Jamie managed to give Pam an orgasm. Then he rolled onto his back and said that he wanted us both to give him a blowjob. Pam and I did as he requested, sharing his cock between us. This time when Jamie climaxed, I had his cock in my mouth and Pam was sucking on his balls. I let Jamie shoot his whole load without pulling away. After taking my mouth off his cock, I deposited most of his cum onto the towel. I turned and kissed Pam and shared what was left of Jamie's cream with her. Jamie watched us kissing then said, "Wow, watching you two kiss is really hot. You know what I would love to see?" "No, Jamie," I said. "What would you like to see?" Somehow I knew what he was going to say. "I would love to watch you two licking each other's pussies." I reacted as though that was unheard of. "Are you crazy? We can't do that." "Why not? No one but the three of us will ever know." I looked at Pam and said, "What do you think?" "I don't know, I guess I'll do it if you will." In the end, Pam and I let Jamie talk us into it. He instructed us to get into the sixty-nine position, lying on our sides with our heads between each other's thighs. I noticed that Jamie was stroking his cock as Pam and I licked each other. After we had both climaxed, Pam and I helped Jamie get off again. This time Pam took Jamie's load in her mouth, and I think she swallowed most of it before she kissed me. We never let on to Jamie that Pam and I had been licking each other's pussy for the last few months. Afterward, the three of us lounged around on Jamie's bed for a while. Pam and I tried to get Jamie's cock hard again, but he stopped us. "My cock hurts. I don't think I can handle another hard-on tonight." So, we just talked about what we had done. Jamie wanted to know when Pam could come over again. We discussed ideas for times and places we might be able to get together. This went on until it was time for my parents to come home. Pam and I then retreated to my room. We didn't play around anymore that night. We both were sexually satisfied from fooling around with Jamie. We just talked about what we would like to do the next time we could get together with him. We also talked about the possibility of getting Sarah involved with him, too. I said, "I'll tell her what we did, and see if she wants to try it." Pam surprised me by asking, "Do you think Jamie would fuck me next time. I would let him do it too." "Really? I never thought of doing that with him, but I'll bet he would do it if we asked him." We talked awhile longer about Sarah and Jamie, and what we could all do together sometime. We both fell asleep very pleased with how the night had turned out. We both hoped we could arrange something soon when we all could be alone. ------- After that night, I didn't have another chance to be with Pam or Sarah until the end of the school year, but I did spend many happy hours with Jamie when our parents were not home. I even think Mom and Daddy noticed how well we were getting along, too. Neither of them actually mentioned it though. I couldn't believe we'd gotten away with everything we'd done for so long. Mom wasn't usually that easy to fool. Sometimes it was like I thought she could read my mind. I guess she never thought I'd have sex of any kind with girls, and my own brother. ------- Chapter 4 The first Friday after school let out for summer vacation, I had slept in and then gone riding my bike down to the trails near the river. I enjoyed the freedom of not having to think about homework and tests. And I looked forward to having more time to spend with Sarah, Pam and Jamie, and perhaps even with Mrs. Clark. When I returned home, my mom told me that Mrs. Clark had called and asked if I could come over to see her for a few minutes. The thought that Mrs. Clark wanted to see me made me tingle. I knew Sarah was at her grandparents' house for the weekend. So, whatever Mrs. Clark wanted was going to be between us. When I got to her house, Mrs. Clark was home alone. She let me in, led me into the kitchen, and got us both a glass of ice tea. When we were both seated at the table with our tea, Mrs. Clark said, "Melissa, it has been a long time since we've had a chance to talk." "I know. It has been a couple of months at least." "Have you missed me?" "I've missed being with you very much." "Well, how about telling me about what you've been up to since the last time we talked." Somehow I knew she didn't want to hear about what I had been doing at school. So I told her about the night Pam and I spent with Jamie, and about all the times I spent having oral sex with him since then. Mrs. Clark anxiously asked, "Has Sarah been with Jamie?" "Not yet. Would it be all right if Sarah did join me and Jamie sometime?" "I'd like Sarah to learn to enjoy giving oral sex to a boy, but I don't want her to have intercourse yet. I want her to wait a couple more years before she loses her virginity. Your mother and I discussed this and we both feel that you girls should wait a few more years before you have intercourse." "You discussed this with my mom?!" I asked her, incredulously. "I can't believe that you Mom talked about me having sex! Did you tell her about us?" "Your mother and I have been friends a long time. We tell each other almost everything, but I haven't told her everything about you and me." I was a little freaked out by what Mrs. Clark just told me. I wondered how much my mom knew about what I was doing with Mrs. Clark. I was even more worried about what she knew of Sarah, Pam and Jamie. I tried to get Mrs. Clark to tell me how much Mom knew, but she never would tell me anything specific. "Your mom knows only what she needs to know, and she is glad that I'm helping you." I was really confused by this turn of events. Finally I asked, "What do I do now?" "Keep doing what you have been doing, having fun learning about sex." "Is this why you asked me to come over, to tell me that you and Mom think I should wait till I'm older to have intercourse?" "Oh, no. That's not what I wanted to talk about at all. The reason I asked you to come over is to see if you would like to do me a big favor." I was still a little shaken at that point. "What kind of favor do you want?" "Today is my husband's birthday, and I have promised him a very special surprise. How would you feel about giving my husband a blowjob tonight?" I was so surprised by what she said that I almost choked. "You want me to give Mr. Clark a blowjob? Really?" "Yes, really. Bob thinks you're a very sexy young lady, and I know that he fantasizes about you when he masturbates." "He does?" "Yes. Do you think you could do that for me?" "I guess. If you want me to, I will ... but only if you're with me." "Don't worry. I'll be right there with you," she said, smiling. "Now this is what I have planned. I've already arranged with your mom for you to spend the night here." She arranged with my mother for me to spend the night? My head was spinning. "Bob and I are going out to dinner for his birthday, and we'll be out of the house till about 7:30 tonight. I want you to come over here at seven o'clock and bring your cheerleader uniform with you. You don't need the bloomers because I want you to wear regular white panties under the skirt." I couldn't believe she wanted me to give her husband a blowjob while I had my cheerleader uniform on. "When you get here, the house key will be under the welcome mat so you can let yourself in. Go upstairs and change into your uniform. Then just wait in the bedroom till I come and get you." When she finished telling me her plan, she asked, "Do you understand or have any questions? Will you do it?" The idea of giving Mr. Clark a blowjob with her right there intrigued me. Actually it made my panties wet. "I don't have any questions ... I guess ... I'll do it." "Okay, great. I'll see you at seven." She walked me to the door. Before I opened the door to leave, Mrs. Clark kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. As she continued to embrace me, she pushed her hand inside my panties and played with my clit. She stopped before I had an orgasm. "That's just a preview for tonight." Mrs. Clark opened the door and I left. I looked back at her feeling excited about what was going to happen later when I came back. I still couldn't believe I was going to do it. I was actually planning to suck a married man's cock ... with his wife right there watching! ------- When I got back to my house, I began to worry about being around Mom. What if she asked me what Mrs. Clark wanted, or asked why I was going to spend the night at Mrs. Clark's house when Sarah wasn't home? Would she ask me why Mrs. Clark had asked about me spending the night, instead of asking her myself? When I walked into the house, Mom was watering her plants. As I came into the room she looked at me and smiled. "Did you see Mrs. Clark?" I got very tense as I responded, "Yes, I saw her." I waited for the next question without any idea of how I would answer her. But there was no question, except the one I always hated. "Good. Now, can you give me a hand cleaning this house?" I spent the rest of the afternoon helping Mom around the house. During that whole time, she never once asked me about what I talked to Mrs. Clark about, or why I was spending the night at her house. ------- At 6:00, I went up to my room, closed and locked my door. I got out the photograph of Mrs. Clark sucking Mr. Clark's cock. I sat down on my bed and stared at the picture. I marveled at the thought that later that evening, I was going to have that cock in my mouth. I was getting so excited thinking about what I was going to be doing that I had to slip my hand in my panties and get myself off. I put the picture back in its hiding place, and then went to take a shower. I dressed in shorts, bra and a t-shirt. Then I packed my uniform in my overnight bag with a pair of white bikini panties that Jamie had told me looked sexy on me. When I was finished packing, it was almost seven o'clock. So I headed downstairs with my bag. My parents were sitting in the family room watching television. When I walked into the room, Mom looked at me with a strange smile on her face. "Have a good time tonight, Melissa." I told them goodbye and left to go to the Clark's house. When I got there, I let myself in and went directly upstairs to Mrs. Clark's bedroom, and started to change my clothes. I put on the white bikini panties and my cheerleading skirt. I decided not to wear a bra, so I took it off before I put my cheer uniform top on. I knew from the things that Mrs. Clark had told me that Mr. Clark liked it when I didn't wear one. I sat on the bed and waited anxiously for them to come home. ------- It was 7:40 when I heard the car pull into the driveway. My heart immediately began to beat harder and faster. I could feel that familiar shiver run up my spine when I heard the front door open. I could hear them talking downstairs, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It seemed to take forever, but when I looked at the clock it had only been a few minutes. I heard Mrs. Clark say, "Bob, sit here and I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Mrs. Clark came into the bedroom smiling, and whispered, "Are you ready?" I whispered back, "Yes." As quietly as possible, I followed Mrs. Clark back downstairs and into the kitchen. Mrs. Clark pointed toward the dining room and I peeked in. I saw Mr. Clark sitting at the dining room table with his back to the kitchen door. When I turned back to the kitchen, Mrs. Clark was lighting candles on a birthday cake. After she had all of the candles lit, she had me pick up the cake and carry it to the doorway leading into the dining room. Before we went into the dining room, Mrs. Clark said, "Okay, Bob. Close your eyes, and don't peek until I say you can. Okay?" "Okay, my eyes are closed." I followed Mrs. Clark into the room and stood at the table next to Mr. Clark. "Okay. You can open your eyes now." The two of us immediately started singing happy birthday to him. When Mr. Clark opened his eyes and saw me standing there in my cheerleader outfit holding his birthday cake, he was speechless. We finished singing to him and he just stared at me for a few moments before looking over at Mrs. Clark. He quickly returned his gaze to me. Finally I set the cake in front of him. I said, "Blow out the candles and make a wish." Mr. Clark blew out the candles. His face lit up with a big smile. "I guess I get my wish tonight. Thank you, Colleen ... and thank you too, Melissa. You both are very pretty tonight." "You're welcome, honey. Now let's eat some cake before we give you your ... present," she told him teasingly. The three of us sat and had a piece of cake. The whole time we were eating, Mr. Clark couldn't get the smile off his face. I hoped that one day when I had a husband that he'd look as handsome as Mr. Clark. When we finished the cake, Mrs. Clark said, "Well, Bob. Should we go upstairs and see if your wish is going to come true?" We all got up from the table and walked out of the room together. After we reached the stairway, Mr. Clark said, "Melissa, why don't you go first." As I started up the stairs, Mrs. Clark laughed and said, "He just wants you to go first so he can look up your skirt, sweetie." Growing bolder now, I reached behind me and flipped my skirt up so he would be sure to see my panties. "I don't mind if he peeks," I said while giggling. When we got to the bedroom, Mrs. Clark undressed her husband and told him to lie down on the bed. My eyes were locked on Mr. Clark's cock, already hard and standing straight up. It was much bigger that Jamie's, but I already knew that it would be because I had seen it in the photograph. I stared at him openly as he took his cock in his hand and began to play with it. While he stroked it, Mrs. Clark told me to show myself off for him. So I did some jumps and spins, enough to give Mr. Clark plenty of peeks at my panties. His expression really lit up when I did a split on the floor, and then lay on my back. Mr. Clark watched without saying a word, he just lay there smiling and stroking his cock, looking between my widespread legs. I was sure he could see how wet I was. I then stood back up and bowed. They both clapped and praised me. I didn't typically blush when cheering, but I did then. Mrs. Clark came up behind me, put her arms around me, and pressed her hands against my breasts. "Sweetie, how about doing that again, only this time without your panties?" she asked. Mrs. Clark lifted my skirt and pushed my panties down my legs. When they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them. Mrs. Clark then took her clothes off. I bit my lip. Just the thought of showing off my naked pussy and butt to a grown man was intimidating. Mrs. Clark standing there naked made it even more intimidating. I was just a teenager. His wife was much sexier than me. Standing next to each other in front of her husband, it was no competition. But she seemed to have a way of making me feel at ease with myself. I did the same moves I had before, and I could tell that Mr. Clark enjoyed watching. When I did the split on the floor, I knew my pussy was wide open for him to see. This time when I finished, Mrs. Clark whispered in my ear, "It's time to suck his cock now." I crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees and got between his legs. I lowered my head to his cock, and slowly took it into my mouth. The head was already wet with his pre-cum and I liked the way it tasted. As I was moving down taking more of his cock into my mouth, there was a bright flash in the room. I didn't know what it was right away and I just kept on sucking him. Mrs. Clark came over to the bed after a couple of minutes and helped me take my top off, after which I went right back to sucking Mr. Clark's cock. There was another flash, and then I realized that Mrs. Clark was taking pictures. "Mmmmm, Colleen. She is very good at this. Thank you, dear ... for arranging such a wonderful birthday for me." "I'm glad you are enjoying your present, Bob. I think Melissa is enjoying your birthday as much as you are," Mrs. Clark said, teasing her husband. Shortly after taking another picture, Mrs. Clark came over and helped me take off my skirt. I was completely naked. I didn't feel shy at all either, even with Mrs. Clark taking pictures. I took Mr. Clark cock back into my hand, and lowered my mouth over the sexy head of his shaft. Another flash and I was thinking about what I would look like in those pictures. I was holding Mr. Clark's cock in one hand, and his balls in the other. The head of his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth when I suddenly felt something wet on my little puckered butt hole. Mrs. Clark was behind me pressing her tongue against my tightly closed sphincter. She began to trace the valley that ran between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass with her tongue. The sensations I was having in my pussy were making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing to Mr. Clark's cock. Apparently that didn't matter, because shortly Mr. Clark and I were both having our orgasms. In the wild excitement generated by my orgasm, I began to swallow Mr. Clark's cum. It was a first for me. When it was over I collapsed with my face still in Mr. Clark's crotch. Mrs. Clark continued to lick all of the sensitive areas between my legs for a few more minutes. ------- We rested for a while before Mrs. Clark and I both started licking and sucking on Mr. Clark. It took him a little time to recover, but soon we had his cock standing at attention again. Mrs. Clark said, "I want you to lie on your back underneath me so you can watch Bob's cock as it penetrates my pussy." I hadn't thought too much about the opportunity to see Mr. and Mrs. Clark fucking. Now I was getting into a position to see it right at my face. I got under her on my back, with my head between her legs. She was on her hands and knees, so her pussy was just above my face. Mr. Clark got behind his wife and pushed his cock into her pussy. I had never before even imagined what this would look like, and now here I was watching it just inches away. As Mr. Clark pounded his cock into her, Mrs. Clark occasionally bent down and licked my pussy, which was right below her face. Mr. Clark seemed to pump his cock into Mrs. Clark for an eternity. When he finally climaxed, he began grunting and fucking her more deliberately. I could see that each time he pulled his cock back, there was more and more cum coating it. When he finally finished ejaculating, Mr. Clark pulled his cock out and moved off the bed. At that point, Mrs. Clark lowered her hips far enough so that her pussy was just touching my lips. "Honey, eat my pussy. Please?" she asked. "I want you to suck all of Bob's cum from my hole." I pressed my lips over Mrs. Clark's pussy, and pushed my tongue inside. As I did this, I could feel and taste the mixture of their juices as it flowed into my mouth. In the position I was in, I had no choice but to swallow it, although I think even had I been on top, I still would have wanted to swallow their mixed cum. ------- After that we relaxed for a while, even going downstairs for a snack, the three of us still naked. Later, Mrs. Clark and I sucked Mr. Clark's cock again. This time he climaxed in Mrs. Clark's mouth. She took his whole load and held it in her mouth before she kissed me, and passed his cum to my mouth. We continued to pass it back and forth while kissing until it had all been either swallowed or was running down our chins. We ended the night with all of us sleeping naked in the same bed. A couple of times during the night, I felt someone either fingering my pussy or playing with my breasts. I didn't even bother to open my eyes to see who was doing it. I didn't care. I only knew that it felt good. In the morning as we ate breakfast together, Mr. Clark thanked me for being such a wonderful birthday gift. He turned to Mrs. Clark, grinned and said, "You know what you can give me for my next birthday? The same thing." Mr. Clark turned to me and said, "When the time comes that you want to have a cock inside you, I hope you will consider letting me give you that pleasure." I felt a little tingle of excitement at the thought of having him do that to me. Mrs. Clark punched him in the arm and said, "Are you trying to make a date with her right in front of me." I knew she wasn't really mad at him because she was laughing when she said it. "You know I wouldn't do that behind your back. You would be right there in bed with us," he said with a devilish smile. Gawd, that smile was so sexy. Mrs. Clark said, "Well then I like the idea." I smiled at both of them as they looked back at me. I knew there would be more times together for the three of us. I kept thinking about what it would feel like for Mr. Clark to fuck me in the same position he had fucked Mrs. Clark last night. After breakfast I took a shower and got dressed. When I came downstairs, Mr. Clark called me into his study. "Come check this out." When I went to see what he was talking about I saw a picture on his computer screen of me in my cheerleading uniform, on the bed sucking Mr. Clark's cock. He then showed me the other pictures Mrs. Clark had taken. "Would you like to have a copy of these pictures?" "Yeah, can I?" He put his arm around me and said, "Sure, sweetheart. Let me print a set for you." I put the pictures in my bag, kissed both Mr. and Mrs. Clark, and headed home. ------- When I got home, I was again nervous as I entered the house. I didn't have answers to any questions Mom might ask, and that scared me. She was in the kitchen when I came in. "Melissa, is that you?" I went into the kitchen and my mom smiled at me. "Did you have a good time?" "Yeah, I did," I waited for the next question, but it never came. "I need to go shopping later. Would you help me out some before I leave?" I told her I would after I put my stuff away, and then went up to my room. I closed and locked my door, and then got my pictures out to look at them again before I put them in my hiding place. I then started thinking about what I had done the previous night, and then about what I had been doing for most of the past year. I thought about how lucky I was to have friends like Sarah and Pam, and how great it was to have someone like Mrs. Clark as my special friend. Then there was the unexpected bonus of having Jamie as a brother. He was still an asshole to me some of the time, but not like he used to be. All of these thoughts pleased me, but I had one concern. What was the nature of Mrs. Clark's friendship with my mom? Why were they discussing how old Sarah and I should be before we had intercourse? These things were a puzzle to me, and I decided that I would have to solve that puzzle no matter how long it took. I started looking through the pictures in my hands. I couldn't believe I had actually done what was in them. Before my eyes was the evidence to prove it though. I saw myself in my cheerleading uniform, on the bed, sucking Mr. Clark's cock. It thrilled me that an older, handsome, married man would be so interested in me. Mrs. Clark is gorgeous, which made it hard to understand why her husband would want to see me naked. Mrs. Clark's breasts are so much sexier than mine. I don't have that much to really show off. I remembered the self-conscious feelings of being naked in front of her husband, alongside Mrs. Clark. I felt so much like a little girl compared to her. But she did tell me that her husband liked young girls. I definitely could tell that from the attention he showed me most of the night. I guess as long as Mrs. Clark didn't get upset, I might get to spend some time together again with both of them. I stared closer at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark's big cock. It looked different than Jamie's. I was so used to sucking my brother that I assumed all cocks would be pretty much the same. Jamie is a handsome boy, even though he is my brother, but he has never made me feel the way Mr. Clark did the previous night. As I thought about all that I'd done with the Clarks, I felt my pussy tingle again. I wished that Jamie were home now so we could play. I was ready for more sex. The more I did and learned, the more I wanted to have sex. I even thought it would be fun to compare Jamie's cock with Mr. Clark's. It would be so wild to have both of them to play with at the same time. I doubted either of them would go for that though. I giggled to myself as I thought about how really nasty it was to be having sex with mine and my mom's friends. I liked the fun I had with Sarah and Pam. But I really enjoyed touching and doing oral sex with my brother and a grown man more than anything else. I began thinking more about the boys I knew. I didn't want to be thought of as a slut around school. Maybe it was best to keep playing with just Jamie and Mr. Clark for now, until I had a real boyfriend. Last night was full of new things for me. Mrs. Clark surprised me more than anything else. I remember thinking that it was very strange that Mrs. Clark showed no jealousy at all while I sucked off her husband. She didn't seem at all upset that her man was being intimate with me, a teen chick. I know I would have been really upset if I were watching another girl suck off my boyfriend, if I had one, that is. But I knew that the Clarks did have sex with other adults who were close friends. I wondered if my parents were also into that kind of thing. Were they involved with the Clarks like the people I saw in the pictures? Of all the things I'd experienced with the Clarks, what bothered me the most was my own mom's reactions to all of it. She had to know I was going to be alone with the Clarks last night. She knew Sarah was spending the night off with her grandparents. She didn't ask me any questions at all about why I was spending the night with the Clarks when Sarah wasn't going to be there. I hoped she thought Mrs. Clark just wanted to spend time with me, which still didn't make much sense. Why would a grown woman be interested in spending an evening with a thirteen year old girl? Why wouldn't my own mom be worried about what I was doing? I looked at the pictures again and remembered more clearly some of the things we did together. I lay back on the bed, moved my hand down over my mound, and began rubbing myself, remembering the different naughty things we had done together. I wanted to have an orgasm like the ones I had the previous night. Mr. Clark's hand rubbing my wet pussy had felt incredible, even after everything we had done together. His strong hand felt so good touching my little pussy. I remembered squeezing my legs together, holding his hand tighter against me as I came so hard. I rubbed myself for a while longer, thinking about Mr. Clark's cock. I thought about how it looked when he was fucking Mrs. Clark, with my face just inches away from her pussy. I wondered what it would have felt like for him to fuck me that way. Would I let Mr. Clark be my first? The idea itself almost made me have an orgasm. I realized that I wasn't going to make myself feel as good as I had the night before, so I stopped rubbing myself and sat up. I figured that I better put the new pictures away with the other one Mrs. Clark had given me. Moving off the bed, I went to the closet to hide the new pictures with the other one. I pulled out the one picture I already had, the one that showed Mrs. Clark sucking her husband's cock. I felt jealous looking at that picture now, remembering that I had sucked off her husband several times last night. I knew the feeling was wrong. After all, he was her husband. I was just a young chick they wanted to get naughty with. After I'd hidden all the pictures away in my closet, I thought about what the Clarks might do with the pictures they took of me. Would they give or show them to anyone else? I began to get really upset at the idea. I didn't want those pictures to be seen by anyone else! I should have said something to the Clarks about not showing them to anyone. Gawd! What if my friends happened to see them?! Surely the Clarks wouldn't do that. But I felt that I needed to talk to Mrs. Clark before she did show them to someone else. ------- I ran downstairs and saw Mom relaxing in our family room. "Mom, I left something over at the Clark's house. Can I go back over there now and get it?" "I guess so. Don't stay over there too long though. I want you to help me clean up the house before lunch." "I won't be long, Mom. I'll just get it and come right back." "What did you leave?" Shit! I had to think of something to tell her! "I ah ... left my cheerleading bag over there with my CDs in it." "You really should keep up with your things better than that, young lady. Hurry up and you can help me when you get back." "Thanks, Mom. I'll be right back." I dashed out the back door, jumped on my bike, and rode as fast as I could over to the Clark's house, which wasn't too far away. I kept thinking that I needed to get there before the Clarks had a chance to do anything with the pictures. I was almost praying that they had not given anyone else a copy yet, even though it had only been an hour since I left their house. But I wasn't being rational at that time. I was really scared that the wrong person would see them. I rode up in front of the Clark's house and ran up the steps to the door. I tried to catch my breath as I rang the doorbell. A surprised Mrs. Clark greeted me. "Hi again, honey. What are you doing back so soon? Did you forget something?" "Ummm ... Can I please talk to you for a minute?" I asked. "Sure, sweetie. Come on inside and we can talk as much as you want." I walked by her into the entrance hallway, and she pointed me toward the family room. She followed me as I walked in and sat on the couch. She sat beside me with a concerned look. "Melissa, honey. Is something wrong?" "Ummm ... I don't know ... maybe." "Tell me what's on your mind. Something's troubling you. Are you upset about what we did last night with Bob?" "No, ma'am. It's not that ... that was really fun. It's just ... the pictures..." "What about the pictures, sweetie? Are you upset that I took them? Bob did give you a copy to keep." "Well, I was wondering ... Will you ever show them to anyone besides us?" "Honey, is that all that's bothering you?" "Yes, ma'am, I guess. I don't want anyone I know ... you know, my friends ... to ever see them. Will you ever show them to anyone else?" "Sweetie, I won't show them to anyone else, if that's what you want. Bob won't either. Don't worry about that. We'll make sure that no one else ever sees them ... if that's what you want." "I dunno ... I just don't want any of my friends to ever see them. I don't want them thinking I do that kind of thing. You know? I don't want my friends thinking I'm a..." "Slut?" "Yeah. I don't want all the guys thinking I'll do that with just anyone. I don't want the girls to just think of me as a slut either." "I know, hon. Bob and I would never show them to someone like that, someone who is your age. I don't want your friends to know either. I remember being your age. Kids can be really hurtful. Also, Bob and I would get into a lot of trouble if the wrong people saw them. I want us to keep seeing each other too, and have fun together like last night, if you want to." "I think I want to." I said. "Thanks, Mrs. Clark." "Do you feel better now, Melissa?" she asked sweetly. "Yes, ma'am. I feel a lot better now. Thanks for being my friend," I said, and smiled. "I'm glad. But you know ... it can be a lot of fun sharing pictures with people you can trust. Bob and I like to share pictures of us with other friends of ours. In return, we get to see our friends' pictures as well, like some of the ones I've shown you before." "Those were fun to look at ... the naked ones," I said, blushing a little. "We had a lot of fun looking at them together, didn't we?" she asked playfully. She slid closer to me, putting her arm around me. "You know, Melissa. I would love to show you more pictures of other people that Bob and I have fun with. The pictures are of very close and trusted friends. We don't give our pictures to people we don't trust completely. Bob and I don't want others to know about the fun we have ... just like you don't want your other friends to know." "I think I would like to see more ... sometime," I said looking down and smiling. "You know though ... it really isn't fair for me to show you pictures of my trusted friends, and not show them pictures in return." "So, you think I should let your friends see pictures of me too?" I asked, feeling uneasy again. "No, honey. I think you should decide who can or can't see them. But, Bob and I show our pictures with the expectation that we will get to see pictures of our friends in return. It's just being fair to each other. They get to see us ... we get to see them. We are very, very careful that no one else sees them, or gets copies of them. Our friends are the same way. So we all get to enjoy the fun of sharing our intimate pictures, without anyone getting hurt. Do you see what I mean?" "Yeah ... I guess it's only fair..." "Yes, it is. I really shouldn't have shown you pictures of our friends without specifically asking them. But they know they can trust me with them. And I trust you, sweetie. I know you'd never reveal anything to anyone else about who is in those pictures." "Oh, I'd never," I emphatically stated. "I know how I would feel if that happened to me." "Well, then. Will you trust me to take care of your pictures?" "I trust you, Mrs. Clark." "Good. If I keep showing you pictures of my friends, would it be okay to show those same friends your pictures?" "I ... I guess so." "Don't worry, sweetheart. Only very trusted friends will ever see them." "Okay, then. That's cool," I said. I smiled at her feeling more at ease. Mrs. Clark smiled as well. "Great! We can look at some more now. If you want..." "I would ... but my mom said to hurry home. She wants me to help her before she goes shopping this afternoon," I said dejectedly. "That's okay then. Wait just a moment though. I'll be right back." She got up and walked quickly out of the room. A few minutes later she came back with a box I hadn't seen before. "Here, hon. Let me give you a few pictures to look at until you and I can be together again." She pulled out four or five pictures. I didn't see the people in any of them, except the one on top. That one was of a man with a woman's legs over his shoulders, with his cock in her pussy. I was ready to look at them all at that point, but I knew I needed to get home. "I don't have anything to hide them in while I ride my bike." I said. "Can you put them in something?" "Sure, sweetie. Let me put these in a big envelope so no one can see them. Hide them as soon as you get home." "Okay, I will." "Melissa, take good care of these ... just like Bob and I will take good care of your pictures." I took the envelope and walked to the front door. Mrs. Clark pulled me to her before she opened it. She put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly. I really liked kissing her like that. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, and she sucked on mine so nicely too. As we finished our kiss, her hand moved to cup one of my small breasts. She squeezed it gently before moving her hand away. "I wish we had more time to be together now, sweetie. You'd better hurry home though, so you can help your mom." ------- Chapter 5 I left the Clark's house and quickly rode my bike straight home, holding the envelope close. I was anxious to look at the new pictures closely. The only one I'd seen so far was of a couple fucking. When I arrived, I snuck through the back door hoping Mom wouldn't hear me. Fortunately, I didn't see her in the hallway or near the stairs. I didn't want to take any chances that she'd catch me with any of the Clarks pictures. I needed to get to my room before she knew I was home. As I ran up the stairs to go to my bedroom, Mom called out and asked if it was me. "Is that you, Melissa?" I momentarily stopped at the top of the stairs and called back to her. "I'm putting my cheerleading bag away. I'll be down in a few minutes." After I hid the new pictures in my closet with the other ones, I went back downstairs to see what Mom was doing. It was late in the morning, and I was curious about when she was going shopping. When I saw her walking into the hallway with a mop in her hands, I guessed that she had just finished mopping the kitchen floor. When she noticed me, I again wondered if she would ask me more questions about what I did with the Clarks the night before. "Melissa, I need for you to help me out this morning so I can hurry up and fix lunch. I need to be somewhere this afternoon before going shopping. Would you please straighten up the family room and vacuum the floor for me, honey?" "Sure, Mom," I replied. I then asked, "Where are you going this afternoon?" "I'm meeting Mrs. Clark at her house to go over some things." "Wha ... What things?" I asked, very anxiously. "Oh ... we're just going to discuss the fundraiser for next school year. Remember, Mrs. Clark is the new President of the PTSO. In case you forgot, I'm the Vice-President this coming year as well." "Oh yeah, I forgot." I walked into the family room from the hallway and Mom followed me. She sat down on the couch and reached for what looked like a fundraising folder that was lying on the coffee table. I kept waiting for the inevitable questions about last night. She still didn't say anything as I started picking up some magazines lying around. I kept glancing at my mom, though. Why didn't she seem at all concerned that I spent the night alone with two people more than twice my age? I began straightening the pictures on one of the end tables. "How long will you be?" I asked, without looking at my mom. "How long will I be what? "How long will you be at the Clark's house?" "Maybe an hour. Why do you want to know?" "No reason." "I thought you would be glad for me to be out of the house this afternoon. I figured you might like some more time away from your old mom." "Mom! You're not old!" I countered. "You're so pretty, Mom." Mom was actually pretty hot, for a mom, I supposed. Her medium length dark brown hair framed her face perfectly. High cheek bones, and a cute small nose. Her bright smile could melt even me. She had a nice slim figure with boobs that fit her body perfectly. My grandparents say I'm a miniature version of her. "Why, thank you, young lady. It's nice to be appreciated as more than just your and your brother's maid and cook." "Mom, puleeeze," I said, being very theatrical about it. "Well, that's all it ever seems like I am in your eyes anymore." "Mom ... whatever," I said with a frustrated sigh. She stopped what she was doing and got off the couch. She came over to me, and gave me a big hug. She kissed me on the forehead and looked into my face. "I'm just picking on you, hon," she said. "But it would be nice if you let me know you appreciated me more. A hug or kiss sometimes would make me feel more loved by you." "I know. I love you, Mom," I sincerely told her. "I do appreciate what you and Daddy do for me ... for Jamie and me. I know I don't always act like I care. You're the best, Mom." "I love you too, sweetheart. You sure are growing up so fast ... you and your brother." She paused for a moment. "You know you can talk to me about anything you want. If you need a friend to talk to, you can talk to me ... or someone like Mrs. Clark, too." I cringed as soon as she mentioned Mrs. Clark. "Melissa, sometimes a teenage girl needs an adult she can trust to talk to. I know it's hard for a teenager to talk to her parents ... especially a daughter with her mother. I had the same problem with my mom. So if you don't feel comfortable talking about something with me, I hope you'll talk to someone like Mrs. Clark." She paused for a moment before she continued. She seemed to be thinking hard about what to tell me. "Mrs. Clark likes you a lot. She thinks you're a wonderful young lady to be around ... and to have as a friend for her daughter. I'm very happy that you two seem to be able to talk together ... like last night." I wondered just how Mom would feel if she really knew what Mrs. Clark and I had talked about ... and done ... when we were alone. Maybe she did know. Mrs. Clark had been so evasive when I asked her about what she talked to my mom about. I do know my mom would really freak out if she knew I was having sex with Mrs. Clark. Or would she? She would just die if she knew I sucked off Mr. Clark and let him touch me the way he did last night. Then again, would she? "Mom, what do you say to Mrs. Clark about me when you two talk?" "Different things, sweetie," she said, pausing for a moment. "Don't be concerned about it. Mrs. Clark is a very close and trusted friend. I trust her completely when it comes to you. Now, let's get busy so I can get finished cleaning the house before I need to leave. Then you'll have some time alone to yourself," she said, smiling. Mom turned and grabbed the folder she had been looking through and left the room, going upstairs. I assumed she was getting ready to see Mrs. Clark, so she could leave as soon as lunch was over. All of a sudden, a thought sent a chill through me. I wondered if Mrs. Clark had told Mom I was having sex with Sarah! Mrs. Clark knew I was having sex with her daughter whenever we had the chance. She actually encouraged it. If Mrs. Clark and my mom were that close, would Mrs. Clark tell her about Sarah and me having sex? I felt sort of put off by my mom ... and Mrs. Clark ... for not telling me more about the things they said about me. But I was also glad to get away from talking about Mrs. Clark at that moment, too. Mom and Mrs. Clark had both been so evasive when I asked them about the things they said to each other about me. I decided it was time to find the answers I wanted to know on my own. If they were going to keep secrets from me, then I was going to have to find out what those secrets were. What I really wanted to know the most was if my mom was doing sex things with Mrs. Clark, like the women in the pictures. Could my mom be doing sexual things with women too? Does Daddy know any of this? Mr. Clark knows about his wife and doesn't mind at all, it seemed. I just hoped that whatever was going on, it wouldn't break up my family. ------- I finished picking up the family room and vacuumed the floor. After putting away the vacuum, I went upstairs and noticed that my parent's bedroom door was slightly open. I could hear Mom talking. I assumed she was talking on the phone. I walked quietly up to the door to see what I could overhear her say. "I need to get going, Colleen, if I'm going to get lunch finished and be over there at one. You told Maggie to be over then too?" Why was Pam's mom going to be at the Clark's house? She isn't on the PTSO this year. "That's great. I'm sure she'll be very curious about what happened. I can't believe it went that well. You are an amazing friend. I know Maggie won't believe you did it that easily either. This is so incredible. I never thought it would happen so easily." I was very curious about what they were talking about. My first thought was to run and grab one of the other phones so I could listen in. But I was afraid she was about to hang up, and I might miss hearing anything else. Mom was quiet for a few moments before she continued talking. "We'll see. Hopefully Greg and I can arrange something soon. I would love to see them myself. Greg is going to be very excited about all of this. I got to talk to him a little bit on the phone earlier, but he doesn't know any of the details. I still want to hear about everything myself! Well, I'll see you at one then. Bye, hon." I quickly moved away from the door and went into my room. What were they talking about? My God! Were they talking about last night?! Did my mom already talk to Mrs. Clark about last night when I was on my way back home from the Clark's? Did she tell Daddy? I was really in a panic after those questions raced through my mind. I tried to settle myself down. They must have been talking about something else. I knew I was probably just being paranoid. The things my mom had said to Mrs. Clark were so suspicious though. But I knew I didn't hear enough to figure out what was actually going on between them. I had to find out soon what was going on between all of them, or it would drive me nuts. I heard Mom come out of her bedroom and go downstairs. I sat on my bed thinking about what I needed to do to find out what was going on between Mom and Mrs. Clark. My first thought was to go and spy on my mom when she went over to the Clarks. But I wasn't sure how I could do that with them inside the house. Why was Mrs. Rayner, Pam's mom, planning to be there, too? I realized I might not find out anything with her hanging around them. I stayed in my bedroom for a while thinking about just what I could do to uncover what was obviously a big secret involving Mom and Mrs. Clark. "Melissa! Come downstairs, please. Lunch is ready," Mom called up to me. "I'll be down in a few minutes," I yelled. I knew I didn't have long to figure out what I was going to do. If only there was a way to get inside the Clark's house without them catching me. Even if I got inside, how could I then get close to them to overhear what they said? I went downstairs and sat with Mom while we ate sandwiches. I mostly looked down at my plate, trying to come up with a plan. I did glance up at my mom every few minutes to see if I could tell what she might be thinking. However, she had the same look about her that she always did. But then again, I didn't make a point of watching my mom all the time. That was about to change. Mom got up from her chair and washed her plate and glass. She dried her hands before turning to walk out of the kitchen. "Sweetie, I'm about to leave now. Is there anything you need?" An idea struck me! "Ummm yeah, Mom. Are you still going shopping at the mall after you leave Mrs. Clark's house?" "I was planning to go there afterwards." "Do you think I could go with you? There's a CD I want to buy." "Uh, yeah. I tell you what ... I'll stop by here after I leave Colleen's to pick you up." "There's no need to do that. I can just go over there with you. It'll save you a trip back here." I figured I had her now. "I don't think you'll like sitting around while we talk about fundraisers. Let me just come back by here to get you afterwards. It won't be any trouble." Well, that idea didn't work like I'd hoped. But it did tell me that my mom didn't want me there to possibly overhear them, or see what might happen. "I don't mind waiting over there, Mom. Mrs. Clark has some neat magazines I can look at while I'm there." I could see that she was trying to figure out what to say next. "I tell you what, sweetheart. How about you stay here and start a load of laundry for me. I meant to start a load earlier, but forgot after I got in a rush. If you do that for me, I'll come back by here and get you. If the CD you want is at the store, I'll buy it for you for helping me out today." Well, that backfired. I would love for her to pay for that CD, but I didn't want her to come back here for me. I wanted to be at the Clarks while she was there! I also realized quickly that if she came back here to pick me up, that there was no way I could even sneak over there and get back here before she did. It was like she could read my thoughts. She always seemed to have a counter move for it, too! I decided to try another approach. "Oh, I just remembered. The CD I want won't be out until next week ... I was mixing it up with another one." "Will you still start that load of laundry for me anyways?" I felt like an idiot at that point. All I got for my efforts was laundry to do. "Yeah, Mom," I said, trying not to sound defeated. "Thanks, honey. Maybe we can go get that CD next week. I'll still pay for it then." "That's cool. Would it be alright if I ride down to the bike paths at the riverfront after I get the laundry started?" "I guess so. Just don't stay down there too late. Be back here before five." "Okay. Thanks, Mom." I totally sucked at outsmarting Mom, especially when she suspected I might be up to something. The only thing I could do was to go hang out around the Clark's house, and look for some opportunity to spy on them. At least I got an excuse to be away from the house, in case she returned before me. ------- Mom went back upstairs while I went to the laundry room to get the wash started. The frickin' clothes weren't even separated! I groaned as I realized I'd really screwed myself with my scheming. I was grumbling as I separated clothes into different piles. There were several loads that needed to be washed. I decided to take her instructions literally - a load, as in one and only one. Otherwise, I'd be washing clothes all afternoon. A few minutes later, she came by to let me know she was leaving. "Thanks for helping me out, Melissa," she said approvingly. "Just following orders, boss," I said, smirking, which earned me a smirk from her in return. "You're tough. You'll survive," she said, walking over to kiss my cheek. As she turned to leave, I stuck my tongue out at her, and noticed that she had the same fundraiser folder in her hand. I hurried to finish loading the washing machine. Once I had it started, I hurried out the back door and ran to get my bike. By the time I got around to the front of the house with my bike, Mom's car was already gone. I immediately set out for the Clark's house. I didn't know what I would do once I got there, but I decided I would just figure something out when I did. I rode my bike as fast as I could. As I approached the house, I still didn't know what I was going to do. I was careful not to get too close to the house yet, so my mom wouldn't see me if she happened to come back out to her car. I also knew Mrs. Rayner from across the street might see me as well. I needed to know where she was. I then remembered that the Clarks left their shades up during the day. The side of the house opposite their garage was secluded because of the trees and bushes on that side. There was a window in the family room on that side that I could watch from. I knew I wouldn't be able to hear anything, but maybe I could see what they were doing at least. I looked across the street at Pam's house. I wasn't sure if Mrs. Rayner had already walked over to the Clark's yet. It was still about ten minutes before one. I decided I would just have to risk being seen by Mrs. Rayner if she happened to come out of her house. No guts, no glory Daddy sometimes said. He also said something about a fool rushing in somewhere, but he was usually scolding me for being impatient when he said that. I didn't have time to be patient right then. I climbed off my bike and ran with it down the sidewalk. As soon as I was in front of the Clark's house, I cut through the yard to the side of the house where the family room was located. I laid my bike down near the fence and sneaked between the bushes so I could get up to the window. Fortunately, Mrs. Clark had the shade up, as usual. I crept up near the window and lifted my head slowly until I could see into the family room. I saw Mrs. Clark and Mom sitting on the big couch, side by side. Mrs. Clark seemed to be excited as she talked. Mom had a surprised look on her face as she intently listened to her. I didn't see Mrs. Rayner in the room, so I guessed she hadn't come over from her house yet. I figured my luck was running pretty good at the moment. Maybe I would get even luckier and figure out what was going on with all of them. My mom kept looking at Mrs. Clark with astonishment. At times, Mrs. Clark seemed to look almost bashful as she talked. I was mad at myself for not figuring a way to get in the house so I could overhear what was being said. I saw their heads turn toward the family room door. Mrs. Clark turned back quickly, said something to Mom, got up and left the room. After about a minute, Mrs. Rayner came into the room followed by Mrs. Clark. They all sat down together with my mom, and Mrs. Clark began to talk to both of them. While Mrs. Clark was talking, both Mom and Mrs. Rayner had surprised looks on their faces. Mrs. Rayner had the same astonished look that my mom had before. Mom blushed a few times when Mrs. Rayner would turn and say something to her. It was obvious that they weren't talking about any PTSO fundraisers. The fundraiser folder Mom had brought with her was lying on the coffee table, untouched, and had been since I'd started watching. As I watched, Mrs. Clark stood up quickly and gestured for Mom and Mrs. Rayner to stay where they were. She left the room just as quickly. I figured she must be coming right back. Mrs. Rayner turned to my mom and began talking to her. She seemed very excited, while Mom seemed to be blushing again. Mom has known Mrs. Rayner since forever it seemed. I've heard them talking about their college days a few times. I usually tuned out when they got started reminiscing the old days. Mrs. Clark came back into the room carrying a box. It looked very similar to the one with the pictures she had shown me just a few hours before. She opened it and pulled out what appeared to be pictures, just like the ones from earlier. From where I was at the window, I couldn't see what the pictures showed. I could tell they were printouts of pictures like the ones I had been given though. They had to be looking at nude pictures that the Clarks had taken. They just had to be. I couldn't help but be amazed, watching my own mom looking at what I just knew were pictures of people having sex. Mom stared at the pictures with wide eyes and a big smile. She certainly was not upset by what she saw in any of them. I did feel anxious, though. I kept wondering if maybe Mom was looking at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark's cock. Mrs. Clark did tell me that she would only show them to trusted friends. Mom and Mrs. Clark had known each other forever. I was really beginning to feel anxious. They were looking at a lot of pictures. Mrs. Clark hadn't taken nearly that many of me the prior night. She was taking out quite a few of them for Mom and Mrs. Rayner to look at. So, they had to be looking at pictures of other people I probably hadn't seen yet. I wondered just how many different people the Clarks had pictures of. How many of them were they of people I might know? I had to figure out how to be alone with Mrs. Clark again ... and soon. After about five minutes of looking at the pictures, Mrs. Clark reached into the box and pulled out a disc. She got up and walked over to the TV, and put the disc into their DVD player. She walked back over to the couch and picked up the remote control. Again, I was mad at myself for not getting into the house. From where I was at the window, I couldn't get a good look at the front of the TV to see what they were watching. I looked back at Mom and her friends as they stared intently at the TV. I just knew they had to be looking at a video of people having sex, probably friends of the Clarks. It must've been be a new video. It couldn't be of me because Mrs. Clark didn't use a video camera the previous night. Then I really panicked as I wondered if she had hidden a camera in the bedroom and recorded me sucking off Mr. Clark! Were my mom and Mrs. Rayner looking at a video of me doing sex stuff with the Clarks?! I noticed Mom looking quickly at her purse on the coffee table. Mom leaned over, grabbed her cell phone from her open purse, held it to her ear, and talked into it for a short time. She then stood up from the couch and looked as if she were about to leave. Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark stood up as well. I watched Mom kiss both of her friends in a more intimate way than I would have expected of her. The kiss she gave each of them was nothing like I'd seen in the past. It was more than just a friendly kiss, but not quite like when Mrs. Clark kissed me when we were alone together. Mrs. Clark reached down for some of the pictures and handed them to Mom. She picked up the fundraiser folder and stuck them inside. Mrs. Clark gestured for Mom to wait right there, and then left the room quickly. She was gone for a few moments before coming back with what looked like a CD case in her hand. She gave it to Mom and smiled at her. Mom appeared to blush again. Then she put the CD case into her purse, appeared to say goodbye to her friends, and left the room leaving Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark alone together. They sat back down on the couch and resumed watching the video. They were sitting so that their legs and arms were touching. I then watched Mrs. Clark move her hand onto Mrs. Rayner's thigh. She moved it slowly upward. Mrs. Rayner moved her hand over Mrs. Clark's hand. They both turned to look into each other's face, only inches apart. Mrs. Rayner moved until her lips touched Mrs. Clark's. Their kiss quickly became very passionate. Watching what they were doing made me very horny. I couldn't believe I was watching Sarah and Pam's moms about to have sex. After they kissed for a short time, Mrs. Rayner stood up and began taking her clothes off. She had a great body. Her breasts were bigger than Mom's and Mrs. Clark's. Pam's were bigger than mine and Sarah's. Her sister Penny's breasts were rather large, too. It must be genetic, I figured. Hopefully mine would grow to be at least as big as Mom's. Mrs. Clark stood as well and began to help her. After Mrs. Rayner was naked, Mrs. Clark moved her hands along Mrs. Rayner's body, touching her shoulders and breasts before letting her hands stop on her hips. Mrs. Rayner then began undressing Mrs. Clark. It didn't take her long to get Mrs. Clark just as naked as she was. Mrs. Rayner sat on the couch again, pulling Mrs. Clark to her so that she was sitting on her lap as they leaned back. They kissed as they touched and squeezed each other's breasts. Mrs. Clark's hand then moved down to Mrs. Rayner's pussy. It was obvious from her reaction that Mrs. Clark had put a finger inside. She began to slowly move it in and out of Mrs. Rayner's pussy as they pressed their open mouths together in a deep kiss. Movement at the family room door caught my eye. Mr. Clark was standing there with a big smile on his face. He walked into the room and seemed to say something to his wife as she made out with her friend. They both looked at him, but neither seemed surprised at all that he was there. Mrs. Clark continued to finger her friend's pussy in plain sight of her husband's gaze. Mr. Clark then decided to join their little party. He began to take his shirt off. I couldn't believe my luck. I now knew from Mrs. Rayner's reactions that this was not the first time she had been in a situation like this with the Clarks. My own pussy was tingling as I anticipated what I was about to watch. I knew I was about to see Mr. Clark have sex with Mrs. Rayner. He was going to do it in front of his own wife, with her participating probably, just like I had done with the Clarks the night before. It didn't take Mr. Clark long to remove all of his clothes. His hard cock showed the two ladies just how eager he was to join in with them. He surprised me, though, when he walked over to a small desk and picked up a camera. He went back over to the women and took a picture of them. Mr. Clark motioned for them to get into different positions as he took more pictures of them kissing and touching each other. Between pictures, Mr. Clark would grab his cock and stroke it. The women would watch his hand sliding up and down his hard length as they repositioned themselves for other pictures. Mrs. Clark moved down Mrs. Rayner's body and began to lick her pussy, just like she'd licked mine before. Mr. Clark got down close to them with the camera to get a good close-up of his wife's tongue as she licked their friend's clit. By that time, my own pussy needed some serious attention. I put my hand between my legs and felt the heat through my shorts. I glanced down at my shirt and could see my hard nipples, even with a bra on. I cupped one of my breasts and squeezed my nipple while I rubbed myself through my shorts. After a few minutes, Mrs. Clark rose and kissed her husband with Mrs. Rayner's wetness on her lips and chin. They kissed very deeply before Mrs. Clark took the camera from him. He then moved over and stood next to Mrs. Rayner, who was now sitting on the edge of the couch. Mrs. Rayner reached out, took his cock in her hand, and began stroking it. She grinned up at Mrs. Clark, who took a picture of them. Mrs. Rayner then leaned closer to Mr. Clark and began licking the head of his big cock. Mrs. Clark kept taking pictures of her husband about to get a blowjob. Mrs. Rayner held his cock straight up and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. When she reached the tip, she let it slide between her lips, and slowly let most of it slide into her mouth. I was so horny at that point that I had to do something to relieve myself. I glanced around to see if someone had maybe walked up or was watching me. I felt stupid for a moment after realizing that I hadn't been paying attention to what was going on around me. But I knew that the spot I was in was very secluded, so I wasn't too concerned about getting caught. After I checked to see if anyone was close by, I slid my shorts down my legs a little, along with my panties, which were quite damp. I moved back up to the window so I could look inside the family room again. Mrs. Rayner was bobbing her head on Mr. Clark's cock. He moved his hips slowly to match the motions of Mrs. Rayner's. Mrs. Clark would take a picture and then stop to watch her husband and friend. I watched her move her hand to touch her own pussy, just like I was doing. I rubbed my clit gently while I watched the three of them getting off together. After a few minutes, Mr. Clark pulled his cock away from Mrs. Rayner's mouth. He had Mrs. Rayner lie on her back and spread her legs. He moved so that he was between her legs with his bouncing erection just a few inches from her pussy. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before he began to ease the tip of his cock inside Mrs. Rayner. It was so amazing watching a woman's husband put his cock inside their friend's pussy, while his wife took pictures of it all. Mr. Clark began to fuck Mrs. Rayner with slow, lengthy strokes. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before she appeared to ask Mrs. Rayner to change positions. Mr. Clark pulled his cock from Mrs. Rayner's pussy, and stood beside the couch next to her. Mrs. Rayner moved off the couch and got down on the floor on her hands and knees. Mr. Clark got down on his knees behind her, and put the head of his cock at the entrance to her fuck hole. He then rubbed the head along her pussy lips for a moment before he pushed it completely inside her once again. From my position, I could see the length of his cock as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. Mrs. Clark took a few more pictures before putting the camera down. She moved around in front of Mrs. Rayner and lay down so that her pussy was just below her friend's head. Mrs. Rayner moved her mouth down to Mrs. Clark's pussy, and began licking her clit. Watching this made me extremely horny. I began to slide a finger in and out of my opening with one hand, while rubbing my clit at the same time with the other. Watching the three of them in the family room, I was so close to a very strong orgasm. I watched Mrs. Clark's face as she climaxed from Mrs. Rayner's tongue on her clit. Mrs. Clark's orgasm seemed to start a chain reaction. Mrs. Rayner and Mr. Clark joined in with their own orgasms. Mr. Clark thrust in deep and closed his eyes tightly, his head tilting back. The look on his face as he came inside Mrs. Rayner's pussy was incredible. I hadn't seen that look the previous night because of my face being buried in his, or Mrs. Clark's, crotch during the times he came. The sight of all three of them cumming one after the other set off my own intense orgasm, similar to the one I had last night. I settled to the ground under the window as my orgasm made my legs unsteady. My hand was soaked with my juices as my pussy throbbed on and on. My eyes were squeezed shut. I was so focused on my orgasm that I'd forgotten where I was. Once I started to unwind from the intensity of my orgasm, I opened my eyes and looked around to see if anyone might have noticed me. I didn't think I had moaned or yelled out, but I wasn't sure about anything at that point other than how good my pussy felt. I stood back up and looked into the window, my shorts and panties still around my feet. I saw the three of them putting their clothes back on. Once they were dressed, they all sat down on the couch together. Mr. Clark picked up the remote and pointed it at the DVD player. I had forgotten about the video, and was curious again what they had been watching. It appeared that they were going to keep on watching whatever it was as they sat together, still touching each other. I decided I'd better get away from the window. The last thing I wanted was to be discovered playing with myself. I pulled my panties and shorts back up, looked around, crept carefully over to my bike, grabbed it, and walked quickly out to the street. ------- While I stood on the sidewalk with my bike, I wondered if my mom had ever done what I'd just seen Mrs. Rayner do with the Clarks. I then realized that Mrs. Rayner was cheating on her husband with the Clarks. Or was she? Did Mr. Rayner know about this? No way, I decided. There was no way he would be having orgies and fucking others like his wife was with the Clarks. She had to be cheating on him. Now I had a really neat secret about Pam's mom! I still didn't know what my mom and Mrs. Clark were up to though. I would have to keep trying to find out. I didn't really know where to go at that point. I didn't feel like going home, so I figured I'd go across the street to see Pam, if she were home. Gawd! It was going to be so wild to hang out with Pam now, knowing what I did about her mom. For once, I knew more than she did! I couldn't tell her though. I wouldn't hurt a friend like that. I didn't want to piss her off by telling her something she probably wouldn't believe anyways. I walked across the street with my bike. I went up to the front door and rang the bell. No one came to the door. I knew Pam liked to hang out in their hot tub out back, so I decided to walk around back and see if she was there. Maybe she would let me borrow one of her bikini bottoms and join her if she were. It was silly to borrow one of her tops, because I'd look silly wearing it with my little boobs. I picked up my bike and walked around to the side of the house. Their backyard had a big privacy fence around it. The gate to the fence was on the right side of the house, about three quarters of the way from the front of the house. As soon as I got close to the gate, I could hear a radio playing. It was probably on the deck at the backdoor. I also could hear the humming from the jets of their hot tub on the deck as well. I could hear Pam's voice talking to someone. I figured it was her brother or sister with her. I quietly opened the gate and looked into the part of the backyard I could see from there. I didn't see anyone, so I knew Pam was likely on the deck. I walked through the gate, and quietly moved to the corner of the back of the house, peeked around and saw Pam and her sister, Penny, in the hot tub together. Penny is pretty cool, even though she was almost four years older than us. She was not so stuck up like most high school chicks. I was about to step around the corner when the storm door opened and their younger brother, Peter, walked out ... followed by Sarah! She was supposed to be at her grandparents for the weekend! Why did Sarah tell me she was going to be at her grandparents' house? I got really mad when I realized she had lied to me. If she wanted to spend the weekend with Pam, she could have just said so! Penny climbed out of the hot tub followed by Pam. Penny began talking to Peter. "You're sure Mom is gone?" "Yeah. No one is here but us now," Peter said, and smiled. "Okay then kiddies. It looks like the coast is clear," Penny said, smiling slyly. My mouth then fell open as I watched Penny start taking off her bikini top in front of everyone, including her younger brother! Each of them began removing their swimsuits. I was stunned as I watched Sarah join them in stripping down naked. I watched as Peter quickly slid his trunks down and revealed his erection. It was hard to see everything with the railing around the deck, but I could see enough to know they were all naked. They all stood around looking at each other for a few moments. Penny then stepped over, took Sarah's arms with her hands, and looked at her sexy body up close. They began kissing and touching each other's breasts. I felt so jealous. I wanted to be up there with them. Peter stood there with his hand on his hard cock. I'd always thought he was a dork, but he did seem to have a nice cock for being about four months younger than me. Pam walked over to him and moved his hand away so she could hold it herself. She stroked it a few times while Peter reached out to touch and squeeze her hard nipples. Penny broke away from Sarah and grabbed some towels from a chair near the hot tub. She handed one to each of the others, and they spread them out on the deck, side by side. They all then lay down on the blankets together. Once they were all lying down on the deck, it was a little harder to see them clearly. I decided to sneak up to the deck to continue watching them. After I got up to the deck and was sure no one could easily see me, I peeked through the rails and was amazed and excited by what I saw. Sarah was lying on her back. Penny was lying on top of Sarah with her mouth busy licking and kissing Sarah's pussy, while Sarah returned the favor. Penny had her legs stretched out, with them spread wide enough so I could see her pussy. I felt a strong urge to lick her pussy myself. She had such a pretty body. I was so envious of all of them. I felt left out. I could also see Peter and Pam on the other side of them. Peter was on his back as Pam knelt between his legs. She was bent over so that she could suck her brother's cock. Pam was really enjoying it too. Peter was certainly into it. It was obviously not their first time doing this either. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was with Pam. I had arranged for her to suck off my brother. She knew what Jamie and I had been doing together, and she didn't think about even telling me she did things with her own brother and sister. I stared for a few minutes at all of them, resentful of what they are doing, wondering why Pam and Sarah had kept this from me. I then heard Sarah ask Pam about when her mom was supposed to be home. Pam let her brother's cock slip from her mouth so she could answer. "It'll be hours. She said she was going shopping at several places. She's always gone for hours when she does." I knew something they didn't though. I knew that Mrs. Rayner could come across the street from the Clarks at any time, after having had sex with them. I smiled devilishly as I figured they would all get busted for fooling around like this. Mrs. Rayner might fuck around, but I doubted she would like it if she found her own kids like this. I watched and kept glancing at the storm door, expecting to see Mrs. Rayner appear there at any time. After watching a little longer, I finally noticed Mrs. Rayner at the back door. I just knew she was about to rush out the door and confront them all. She could easily see her youngest daughter sucking off her son. She could see her oldest daughter licking Sarah's pussy. I was somewhat surprised though when Mrs. Rayner walked from the door for a moment. Why didn't she come out and stop them? Then I noticed her at the door again. She was in a position so she could see what her kids were doing, but it would be difficult for them to see her. I probably wouldn't have noticed her if I hadn't been expecting to see her come back. Then I got the shock of my life. I stared in amazement as Mrs. Rayner held a camera up and pointed it at her kids making out on the deck. I couldn't believe that she wasn't upset about what she was watching. She was far from upset. She wanted pictures of her kids having sex! I was so horny that I had to rub my pussy again. I slid my shorts and panties down for the second time and began to play with my clit. No one on the deck even looked toward the back door, since they were occupied with what they were doing anyways. I kept looking at Mrs. Rayner, who was still hiding and taking pictures, and then back at my friends having sex on the deck. I then noticed that Mrs. Rayner had unbuttoned her blouse. Between pictures, she was touching herself while she watched her children and Sarah perform oral sex and touch each other. The biggest shock of all came when Penny seemed to realize that Peter was about to orgasm from Pam's blowjob. "Stop, Pam. Let me make him cum." Pam moved away from Peter. His wet cock jerked. It was still very hard and sticking in the air. Penny then moved over and straddled her brother. She settled down so that her pussy was over Peter's cock. Pam reached between them, grabbed his cock, and pointed it up toward her sister's opening. Penny then lowered herself and let Peter's cock slide all the way inside her. I glanced up at the backdoor, just knowing that Mrs. Rayner would stop this. Peter could possibly make his sister pregnant! But Mrs. Rayner did nothing, except continue to take pictures and touch herself. Penny began to raise and lower herself on her brother's dick. It only took a few times before Peter moaned out that he was having an orgasm. Penny just sat down so his cock was deep inside her pussy while he came. After a short time, Penny moved off her brother and lay down on her back. She looked at her sister, Pam, and smiled. "You promised you would. You lost the bet, so it's your turn to do it," Penny said with a devilish grin. I wasn't sure what she was talking about until Pam knelt down between her sister's legs and began licking Peter's cum from Penny's pussy. I had an orgasm right then as I rubbed my throbbing pussy, squeezing my nipple hard through my shirt as I watched them. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise. After my orgasm had subsided, I knew I needed to get out of the Rayner's backyard before someone discovered me. I slid my panties and shorts back up for the second time in the past hour and sneaked back to the gate at the side of the house. After I opened the gate and closed it quietly, I grabbed my bike and got out of there as fast as I could. Now, I had some big secrets to keep. I wondered how many more secrets I would discover about my family and friends. I still had to figure out what was going on with Mom. How involved was she in all of this? What would Daddy think about everything? Mrs. Rayner was obviously into whatever was going on in a big way. Could my mother be, too? I had to find out what was on the CD that Mrs. Clark gave Mom when she was leaving her house, too. I had learned a lot, but I still was not much closer to uncovering what was going on between the two of them. ------- I rode back to my house and decided to just go hang out in my room. I also wanted to look at the other pictures Mrs. Clark had given me. I went to my closet, pulled them all out, and spread them across my bed. I tingled all over as I looked at the one with Mr. Clark's cock in my mouth. I wondered if he was looking at the same picture while I was, the one Mrs. Clark took after she took off my top so Mr. Clark could see my breasts. My lips were wrapped around his hard cock. It would've been so cool if he were playing with his cock while looking at the same picture at the same time that I was. I realized just how young I must have looked to him, dressed in my cheerleader outfit, my small breasts with puffy nipples. Mr. Clark loved that I looked young. His fantasy of having a young girl sucking him off had happened for real. I looked up from the picture and sighed. I was still upset with Pam for hiding what she was doing with her brother. After all, she knew I'd done oral sex with my brother, and I had let her watch and join in. Pam knew my secret, but was hiding hers from me. I glanced through all of the old ones again, I didn't recognize anyone. For most of them, I couldn't really see all the faces clearly because of the camera angles. A few of them showed the faces very clearly though. One of my favorites was a great picture of a woman probably close to my parents' age sucking on a nice cock. She looked really pretty, even with her mouth full of dick. In the picture of the same couple with the man lying on the bed, I could see his face pretty good. He looked handsome, and had a trim body as well. I knew then that I wanted to spend some more time with Mrs. Clark. I was determined to find out who some of her friends were. Even as hot as the pictures were, I couldn't keep my mind off of Pam and Sarah. Why would Pam not tell me about playing around with her brother? Why did she keep secret that she was having sex with her sister, Penny? Pam and I had already fooled around together. It wasn't like I was going to judge her, or think she was sick for having sex with a girl. I really felt betrayed, considering all I had let her know about me. And Sarah was supposed to be my best friend. Why did she lie about going to her grandparents' house? I didn't care if she wanted to have sex with others. Was she mad at me about something? The last time we were together, she didn't seem pissed off about anything. Could Sarah have found out what I was doing with her mom and dad? I didn't know how she could. Maybe Pam told her about Jamie, and now she was pissed at me for hiding that from her. That thought scared me most of all. If she told others about Jamie and me doing oral sex, I would just die from embarrassment. I could never go to school again. I wished I knew who the Clarks' friends were in the other pictures. Who all were they having sex with? I never would have thought Mrs. Rayner would cheat on her husband with another man ... and a woman. Then after she'd had a threesome with them, she went home and watched her kids having sex, and didn't do anything to stop it! Mrs. Rayner had just stood there and watched her youngest daughter sucking on her son's hard cock. She watched her oldest daughter licking, and getting licked, by Sarah before that same daughter fucked her brother without using a condom. I admit that I was totally turned on while spying on them, just like Mrs. Rayner had been. But she was their mother, for God's sake! My God! What if Penny got pregnant by her own brother?! Her life would be ruined! That's why I never let Jamie fuck me, besides wanting to stay a virgin. Maybe Penny was already on birth control. I knew Pam wasn't though. But Penny was seventeen already, so I just assumed she was on birth control. I didn't think she was stupid enough to fuck her own brother and get pregnant. I held up the pictures that Mr. Clark had given me of the sex we had the night before. Mrs. Clark told me that she would only let close trusted friends see them. Obviously, Mrs. Rayner was a very close friend. Would Mrs. Rayner actually show anyone the pictures of her own children? Would Mrs. Clark let her see pictures of me, so that she could see the ones of Mrs. Rayner's kids having sex? As I thought about Mrs. Rayner and the Clarks sharing pictures, I realized they might show Mrs. Rayner's pictures to my mom sometime, along with the ones with me in them. Would Mom want to see Pam and Peter together? I recalled the image of Pam licking her brother's hard cock. Would Mom want to see a picture of that? Would Mom like looking at two teen sisters having sex? If she did like those kinds of pictures, would she care if she knew I was doing the same things with Jamie, Sarah and Pam? I glanced down at all the pictures I had spread out on my bed. I loved looking at the ones of the Clarks with their friends. I wanted to look at the pictures Mrs. Rayner took today as well. No matter how dangerous, it was a lot of fun being so incredibly naughty. Discovering so many sex secrets about my friends and family was just as much fun as the sex itself. The more I was able to witness people having sex, the more I wanted to have sex myself. I pressed my hand over my pussy through my shorts, remembering the look on Penny's face while she rode her brother's cock until he came inside her. I really wished it could have been me riding his cock while being watched. Could I really fuck Pam's little brother? As pissed off as I was with Pam, I was envious that she had a sister and a brother to have sex with, whenever she wanted. Jamie was a lot of fun to play with though. But sex with him wasn't the same as it was with a girl. I was always scared he would push me into letting him fuck me. Would he fuck me if I let him? I knew the answer to that question. He would fuck me all the time if I let him. I couldn't risk getting pregnant by my own brother though. Condoms are supposed to be safe, but it would be a nightmare if an accident happened. But the idea of letting him put his cock in my pussy made me tingle all over. I just couldn't risk that. I felt so much more comfortable having sex with a girl, like Pam or Sarah. ------- Mom came home a few hours later. I still had the pictures out on the bed. I'd also rubbed myself to several great orgasms. When I heard the front door close, I quickly grabbed up the pictures and hid them again in my closet. I thought about what I should do. Mom would have the CD with her. She wouldn't have come back home knowing I probably was still at home. How was I going to find out what was on the CD that Mrs. Clark gave her? I heard Mom making some noises downstairs. The first thing Mom normally did after coming home was to go upstairs to put away her things. I listened for her to come upstairs, but things got very quiet downstairs. I slipped out into the hallway and listened for any sign of Mom. I didn't hear anything going on downstairs. I walked to the stairs and cautiously went down to find her. This was so unlike her when she came home from shopping. I guessed that's where she had gone after she left the Clark's house. But, she had gotten that phone call too. With everything strange going on, I couldn't be sure about anything. After I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around, I noticed that the basement door was partially opened. I knew she had to be in the basement where Daddy's home office was located. She probably was using Daddy's computer to look at the disc. I walked to the basement door and listened, but didn't hear anything. I opened the door more, so I could stand at the top of the stairs. I saw the light on in Daddy's office. Mom had to be in there. I stepped down the stairs. A bathroom was directly across from his office. When I had reached the bottom of the stairs, I made my way over to the door and peeked around the edge. Glancing toward my daddy's desk, I saw Mom sitting in his chair as she stared at the computer monitor on his desk. While I watched Mom, I was startled to hear the front door to the house open and close. Then there were steps coming toward the basement door. I just knew that it had to be Daddy. Jamie normally came in the backdoor like I did. I was terrified that he would find me in the basement. What would I tell Mom I was doing? I had to get into the bathroom or he was going to see me as soon as he got to the basement door. I ducked down low, dashed into the bathroom, and hid behind the door. Fortunately, Mom didn't see or hear me. I knew I was taking a chance at getting caught by hiding in the bathroom. Mom or Daddy could decide to use the bathroom and find me hiding, but I didn't know what else to do. I heard heavy steps on the stairs, which let me know for sure that it was Daddy home from work. He didn't usually work on Saturdays, but he had been working on a big presentation for his boss the past few days. Through the opening in the door, I watched Daddy walk into the office. Mom seemed a little surprised to see him home so early as well. "Hi, sweetie. You're home sooner than I figured you would be. Did you finish the presentation?" she asked him, smiling. "Not yet, I'll finish it here before Monday though. I wanted to see what my baby had waiting for me at home," he said, as he walked to the desk and leaned over it to kiss Mom. "Did Colleen give you a copy of the CD today?" "Yes, she did. I think you'll like what's on it as well, you perverted man," she said, as she grinned slyly. Daddy smiled back at Mom and walked around behind the desk where she was sitting. She was smiling and blushing while staring at the monitor as Daddy looked over her shoulder. "I can't believe she got this so easily," Daddy said. "Colleen really amazes me sometimes at what she can convince people to do for her." Daddy looked intently at the monitor. I saw his eyes get big. Mom was clicking the mouse, so I assumed she was scrolling through something, like pictures maybe. Whatever it was, they both seemed to be really enjoying what they saw. Daddy moved his hands around Mom to cup her breasts. He leaned down, putting his head on her shoulder, kissing and nibbling on her neck. Mom didn't resist at all. However, their gazes never seemed to leave the monitor for very long. Mom said in a soft sexy voice, "I can tell someone is getting horny." "Are you kidding? I don't know any man that wouldn't get turned on looking at this," he said, while he played with Mom's tits. Of all the things I had seen that day, what my mom did next was the hottest of all to me. Mom turned a little in the chair and began to rub the crotch of Daddy's pants. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his pants. It was easy for me to make out the size of Daddy's cock with Mom grasping it through his pants. Daddy unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and Mom pulled his zipper down. She then pulled his pants down so that his boxers were exposed, tented by his big erection. Mom grabbed it and gave it a teasing squeeze for a moment. She then hooked the waistband with her thumbs and slipped my dad's shorts down his legs. Daddy's cock was twitching slightly in front of Mom's face as she stared intently at it. She lightly rubbed his cock with her hand. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Here I was staring at my daddy's hard cock while Mom played with it. I had gotten quick glances of it soft before, but I had never seen it big and hard like this. She reached for the base and wrapped her small hand around it, while moving her mouth to the tip and bathing the head of his cock softly with her tongue. After a few licks, she held his cock up against his stomach and licked the entire length, from the head down to his balls. Mom kissed and licked at each of his balls before holding his cock down again, so the tip was at her lips. Her mouth moved over the shaft and her head began to bob slowly. Mom's lips slid along the length of it, gripping it softly. Daddy moved his hands to her head as he began to slowly thrust, matching the movements of Mom's head. Mom was getting noisy sucking on him. She took most of his cock into her mouth. It was easy to see that she enjoyed sucking Daddy like this. I proudly thought that cock sucking was something the girls in this family naturally did well. They kept this up for a few minutes. Mom reached around to grab Daddy's ass, like she was didn't want him to get away. She was really getting into it. I was amazed to see how wet Daddy's balls were. They were soaked and dripping with her saliva. Daddy had his eyes closed and moaned most of the time. Before long, Mom was taking all of his cock in her mouth, all the way to his balls. It had to be going into her throat! Daddy seemed to love what Mom was doing. He moaned out louder each time her mouth settled around the base of his shaft. After a few more thrusts, Daddy grunted loudly and his body jerked like Mr. Clark's did when he came. Mom kept her mouth at the base of his cock. I wondered why she wasn't choking on his cock and all the sperm. She seemed to be swallowing as fast as she could. But I could see a few globs of cum spill out of Mom's mouth as well. I couldn't believe how much Daddy was shooting out of his cock. Mom looked like she was swallowing plenty of it, but what dripped from her lips looked like a lot too. Mom pulled her mouth off. A thick string of cum stretched from her mouth to the tip of his dick. She used her finger to catch it and put it inside her mouth, licking it off her finger. Daddy's cock was still rather hard at this point. Mom had Daddy's sperm all over her mouth and chin. "Mom? Are you home?" Jamie yelled out from upstairs. Mom and Daddy both were startled when they heard Jamie's voice. He must have come in the backdoor as usual. It was harder to hear the backdoor open and close from the basement, especially with the basement door closed. Mom and Daddy straightened themselves up quickly and moved from behind the desk. I panicked. I knew they were most likely coming to the bathroom I was hiding in to clean up. I moved from behind the bathroom door and dashed into the shower stall, and hoped neither would decide to take a shower. I bunched up in a corner behind the shower door just as the bathroom light turned on. "It's a good thing there is a bathroom down here, or our kids would probably know what we've been up to," Mom said, with quiet laughter. One of them turned on the water in the sink. I prayed that they would just clean up at the sink, and not decide to take a shower. "I really need to take a shower, or Melissa will probably smell what we've been up to," Daddy said, laughing with Mom. I was horrified. How was I going to explain hiding in the shower stall?! They would know I had been spying on them. Mom giggled softly. "What are you laughing about?" "Looks like I didn't do such a good job swallowing your load this time, sweetheart. You have a big cum stain, all the way down your pant leg," Mom said, giggling louder. "I think you better go on upstairs and take a shower, mister, before we have to explain anything to the kids, especially Melissa. You can put on some clean clothes up there." "I guess you're right, honey. But I'm sure Jamie already knows about cum stains." "If he doesn't, I do. That boy needs to learn how to use tissues when he jerks off," she said, like it was so normal to talk about her son jerking off! "I'll go get supper started and see what Jamie needs. Melissa might be here now too." I heard them kiss for a moment. "I can still taste my cum on your lips, sweetie," Daddy said, teasingly. "It's not the first time you have tasted your cum on my lips, dear. I would think you'd be used to that by now," Mom said, as she laughed softly again. What the fuck?! Daddy tasting his cum from Mom's mouth?! What the hell were my parents into?! Daddy chuckled as he said, "Well, just don't kiss your kids when you go upstairs, at least not before you rinse out your mouth." "Mmmmm ... that would be interesting," she said, wickedly. "How about I kiss our daughter on the lips, so she can get a smell and maybe a taste of her daddy's cum?" "You are so nasty, Andrea ... that's part of why I love you so much. But, you better get on upstairs before Melissa comes down here looking for one of us." I heard them kiss again and things got quieter as the water stopped running. I heard a few noises that I thought was of one of them drying off, and then the light went off in the bathroom. I relaxed as I figured I probably wasn't going to get caught. I slowly peeked out of the shower stall toward the door. I heard the sound of someone sitting down in Daddy's desk chair. I stood up and crept out of the shower stall. I walked carefully back behind the bathroom door and peeked through the crack again. Daddy was taking a disc out of the computer and putting it in what looked like the same case I saw Mrs. Clark give to Mom. Daddy unlocked his desk and put it inside. It looked like he locked it back as well. I heard Mom call out from the basement door at the top of the stairs. "Hurry up, Greg," she called out. "Melissa isn't home yet and Jamie is in his room. She won't see your pants if you come on up now." He quickly stood up and went back upstairs. I leaned against the bathroom wall for a moment, relieved that I hadn't been caught snooping. I looked out of the bathroom to make sure no one was on the stairs, or at the basement door. I then slipped across the hall into Daddy's office. I tried to open the drawer he had put the disc inside. As I figured, Daddy had locked it. I thought quickly about what I could do to figure out what they were looking at before. I remembered that the computer kept a listing of the last files accessed. I listened for a moment to hear if anyone was coming down to the basement again. I didn't hear anything near the basement door, so I sat down and clicked a few things to see a listing of the last files accessed. A list of image file names displayed on the monitor, but the names were just letters and numbers. They didn't describe the images at all. I clicked on one of the file names to see if it would display. The computer gave me a message, asking me to insert a disc into the CD player. At least I knew they were looking at images on a disc and not the hard drive. I still didn't know what the pictures contained though. Were my parents looking at the pictures of me sucking Mr. Clark's cock? Was that why Mom gave Daddy a blowjob? ------- I slipped out of the office and went back upstairs. I cautiously stepped into the hall. I heard Mom in the kitchen, so I was able to go to the backdoor and pretend to just be getting home. I opened and closed the backdoor and walked toward the stairs to go up to my room. Mom poked her head out the kitchen door into the hall. "Oh, Melissa. It's you." "Hi, Mom." "Thanks for starting that load of laundry for me earlier. I really appreciate you helping out today. Remind me next week and I'll take you to get that CD you want." "Thanks, Mom," I said. I really didn't want to talk to her at that moment, but she kept on talking to me. "I don't mind doing things for you when you help out," she said. "It makes life easier for all of us." I got a wild idea. I knew Mom probably hadn't had a chance to rinse her mouth out. I walked over to her and gave her a tight hug, which surprised her. "What's that for?" she asked. "Just to let you know I love you ... and I'm sorry I haven't been treating you better." "Well it's nice to get a hug from my baby girl. You used to hug me all the time when you were younger." "I know ... I guess I just get so busy that I don't think about you and Daddy like I should. You guys do so much for me." "It's okay. I remember being thirteen," she said. "Now, hurry on and get washed up. I'll have supper ready before long." "Okay, Mom," I said and leaned to kiss her on the lips. I held the kiss for a moment and smelled the cum on her. She pulled away slightly. I knew she had to be thinking I could smell it on her face. I pulled away and walked over to the stairs, and didn't look back as I hurried up to my room. After I got into my room, I sat on the bed and thought how naughty it was to kiss my Mom right after she had given Daddy a blowjob. I licked my lips thinking maybe I would taste his cum. I really couldn't taste anything though, but I had smelled cum on her. After sucking off Jamie so much, I knew what I had smelled was my daddy's cum. ------- When things settled down after supper, I watched TV with my parents for a while in the family room. I kept glancing at them, remembering the sight of Mom sucking Daddy's cock. They seemed different to me after what I'd witnessed and heard, even though they had not changed at all. I was just learning things about them that I never knew before. I wondered what else I would learn about them in the near future. I noticed a few times that Daddy was watching me. That wasn't unusual. He had watched me many times, as any father probably would. But I wondered if he was thinking about me in a sexual way. If he and Mom had been looking at pictures of me sucking off Mr. Clark, was Daddy now looking at me wishing it had been his cock instead? The idea that Daddy might want to play with me like Mr. Clark did was exciting, but also troubled me too. But with everything I was experiencing, having sex with him would not freak me out like it would have months before. After it got late, I went upstairs to hang out in my room alone before going to bed. I lay down on my bed and listened to music on the radio. I couldn't seem to relax with all the thoughts in my mind. I still couldn't believe all the wild things I had seen today. I had masturbated while spying on my friends having sex. I had done the same watching their parents have sex across the street from my friends. Watching my Mom give Daddy a blowjob just added to everything else I had witnessed. I was incredibly horny already, and my thoughts were making it nearly impossible for me not to masturbate again. I rolled over onto my back and sighed. I was so horny that I couldn't resist touching myself again. I squeezed one of my breasts and my pussy with my hands, while I closed my eyes and thought about Mom giving Daddy an incredible blowjob. I then imagined my own mouth on his cock, instead of Mom's. My pussy throbbed at the idea of sucking off my own father. I was startled as I felt someone sit down on the bed beside me. "Hey, sexy. Getting warmed up for me?" "Damn it, dickhead! Why didn't you knock?!" "Whoa there, sis. You aren't doing anything I haven't seen you do before. What's up your butt tonight?" "Nothing's up my butt, you dork. But, how about next time knock before just coming into my room? This is MY room after all." "Whatever ... So tell me, little sister. What has you so horny?" he asked with a 'you're busted' look. "Damn, Jamie. Do you have to know everything all the time?!" "Okay, Mel. Spill it. What's going on? You don't act this way unless something happened, or you know something I don't." I sighed before I said, "Listen. You can't tell anybody this or I'll get in big trouble with Mom and Daddy. Promise me, or I won't tell you anything." "Okay. I promise. What is it? Did you do something stupid again?" "If you'll shut up, I'll tell you. And no, butt head, I didn't do anything stupid," I said, defensively. "I saw something pretty wild though," I said, slyly. I quickly decided I wasn't going to tell him everything I saw and heard, but I thought it would be fun telling him about some of it at least. "When I got home this afternoon, I saw Mom and Daddy getting it on together." "You're shitting me. You really saw Daddy giving it to Mom?" "Well ... not like you mean it." "Well, how then?" "I saw Mom give Daddy a blowjob," I said, with a devilish grin. "Holy shit. Where were they? How did you get to see them?" "They were down in Daddy's office. Mom was sitting in his chair when he started feeling her up. She took his cock out and started sucking him." "Fuck yes! That must have been pretty wild to watch." "Yeah. It was. But I was scared to death I was going to get caught." "How were you able to see them?" "I was in the bathroom across from the office. They didn't know I was there when they were in the office. I didn't turn the bathroom light on." Jamie said, "That would have been pretty wild, too, getting busted spying on your parents while they get nasty. They wouldn't have said anything to you though. I bet they would've been too embarrassed, knowing you saw them." "I don't know about that. I don't want to find out either. But what I saw was pretty awesome, maybe worth getting caught," I grinned. "Mom sucked him all the way ... deep throated him." "Fuck!" "I couldn't believe it. She even let him cum in her mouth with his cock in her throat. She tried to swallow most of it, too. She had his cum all over her face though. It was dripping off of her chin!" "So Mom deep throated Daddy? Wow ... he is kinda big too," he said, thinking. I knew he had watched Daddy jerking off before. I had never asked him too much about that though. "Uh huh. He is bigger than you, dear brother. You better drink more milk so your boner will get bigger and stronger," I said, while I smiled and laughed. I couldn't resist poking fun at him after he scared me earlier. "Ha ha. Fucking comedian," he said, rather grumpy. "Don't worry, you big doofus. You're not much smaller than Daddy. You've got a nice dick. At least Pam thinks you do," I said, grinning slyly. "She said that? Cool ... so where has Pam been? When is she coming back over here so we can all have sex again?" I didn't know if I ever wanted her back over here if she was going to keep secrets from me about her own brother and sister. "I don't know right now. Sometime soon ... maybe." He sat and looked at me for a short time. I was sure he was thinking about the things I told him about Mom and Daddy. "Wow. I can't believe you watched Mom sucking off Dad," he said in amazement. "Are you just jerking me around with this?" "Hardly. I don't care if you believe me or not. I know what I saw, you jerk," I said with a little anger. "Okay, okay. How about maybe ... showing me just how Mom did it?" he asked, with a big grin. "Damn. I knew you'd get around to this, you horny pervert," I said jokingly, while rolling my eyes at him. "Oh. I'm the horny pervert. So I suppose you don't like sucking my cock anymore, huh?" Jamie quickly reached over and pinched my nipples through my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so he could feel my nipples easily. He loved to feel me up when we were together. I liked the attention, but I didn't want him to think he could get away with it all the time either. "Don't pinch them so hard! I don't mind you touching, but take it easy, will ya?" "Sorry ... you do have cute tits though, sis. Now, will you stop teasing and suck me off?" he said, a little restless. "Okay ... but, only if you'll go down on me first. I need to cum so fucking bad," I said, sheepishly. "Hmmm. Did looking at your daddy's BIG HARD COCK turn you on that much?" he said, teasingly. Daddy had turned me on quite a bit. His good looks probably turned on many chicks, and his cock was so nice. It looked so much like Mr. Clark's cock, but it was different enough that I'd love to see more of it sometime. "No, I didn't get turned on by Daddy," I lied. "But watching what they were doing turned me on," I said, wistfully. Jamie put his hand over my pussy and slid a finger through the slit, rubbing my clit. I didn't stop him because it felt so good. "You better lock the door then, little sis. That is if you want me to lick your pussy without Mom and Dad walking in on us," he said as he kept rubbing my wet cunt. After getting up and making sure the door was closed good and locked, I stripped off my clothes and lay down on the bed. I spread my legs and held my pussy open with both hands to tease my brother. Jamie took off his clothes as well, while he stared at my little pussy. His cock was sticking straight out from him. I knew it wouldn't take very long to get him off. Jamie climbed on top of me so his head was over my breasts. He pressed his cock down against my pussy. He liked to rub his cock on the outside of my pussy, like he was fucking me. He lowered his head, covered a nipple with his mouth, and began to lick and suck it gently. He sucked it harder at times, pulling on my nipple so good. His mouth along with the rubbing of his hard cock on my pussy and clit made my whole body feel incredible. Jamie moved further down, between my legs. He took his time kissing the insides of my thighs while he lightly touched the opening of my pussy with a finger. He had never done much more than just poke his finger inside me a little. He moved his hand away and licked the entire length of my slit. I moaned softly as his tongue moved over my sensitive clit. I had already rubbed it off quite a few times that day, so it was beginning to get tender, but the feel of his soft wet tongue felt so wonderful. "Put your finger back where it was." He moved his hand and started rubbing the opening of my pussy again. "No. Put it inside me." He slid his finger inside me about an inch. "Put it in me more. I'll tell you when to stop. Just go slow." He slid more of his finger inside my tightly gripping hole. Mr. Clark had done the same thing to me the previous night a few times. His finger was thicker, but he didn't push it in very far. I guess he was afraid he would hurt me since I was still a virgin. "Damn you are so fucking tight! Do you want me to keep going?" He asked, as he had over half of his middle finger inside my pussy. "Yeah. Keep going. Just stop if I say so." He slid more and more of it inside me. I felt his other fingers pressing against me. I knew he had his finger all the way inside me. "Move it in and out real slow now." As he was slowly fucking me with his finger, he began to lick my clit again. The feeling was so incredible. I loved the feeling of his finger inside me while he fluttered his tongue over my clit. "You know, Mel ... your pussy feels so good squeezing my finger. I would love to feel it squeezing my hard cock. I want to fuck your tight little pussy so bad." "Mmmmm ... don't you dare ... try it ... mmmmm," I said as best I could. My body was feeling so unbelievably wonderful. His finger felt so good inside my pussy, fucking me like a cock. I wished it were his cock inside me, fucking me even better than his finger. My body was trembling and writhing from the way he was making my pussy feel. "You're so damn tight, girl. Your pussy feels like it's going to rip off my finger when I push it deep. I wish it was my cock in you ... fucking you." I felt my whole body go tense, as an intense orgasm came over me. The thought of Jamie fucking me was so extreme, that my mind pushed me into an incredible orgasm. A hand covered my mouth as I was climaxing. "Shut up, Mel. You want everyone to hear?!" I vaguely remember him saying to me. I moaned into his hand with my eyes squeezed shut. The strong feeling stayed with me for several minutes as my orgasm subsided. "Damn it, sis. You can't make that kind of noise or we're going to get caught!" he said, anxiously. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was making a lot of noise," I said, breathing heavily still. "You started moaning pretty loudly when you began cumming. You didn't know?" "I didn't know anything when I started to climax. It felt so damn good. Wow. You gotta do that to me every time." "So you liked that, huh? Cool. I think you like the idea of being fucked too," he said, with a knowing grin. "Jamie ... we can't fuck. You know that," I said, regretfully. "I know ... but I can't help wanting to. You're a hot chick, Mel. I wish I had a girlfriend as hot and sexy as you." I couldn't believe he said that to me. It felt good that an older guy would say that to me ... and mean it. I gazed at him with a curious look, but I also had an appreciative smile on my face too. "Now ... How about my sexy sister making me feel like that?" he said, grinning mischievously. "Okay, I guess you earned it," I said, with a sweet smile. "Do you want to lie down?" "How did Mom and Dad do it?" "God, you are a pervert for real," I said, as I looked at him in disbelief. "Stand by the bed and I'll show you." Jamie got up and moved beside the bed. His cock was jerking up and down because it was so hard. I cut my eyes up at him and smirked. I could see the lust in his expression. "You're such a pervert." "Hey! I wasn't the one spying on our parents! If anyone here is a pervert..." Interrupting him, I teasingly demanded, "Shut up, or I won't suck you." As I suspected he would, he got quiet very fast. I liked the idea that I could control him at times. I slid over so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I tried to copy what Mom did earlier. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stuck out my tongue to lick the tip of his throbbing cock. I licked the pre-cum off that was already there. He moaned softly as I twirled my tongue around the head of his dick. I then pressed his shaft up against his stomach, and licked from the tip of his cock down to his balls. I licked and kissed each one as I held his cock up. I pulled my mouth away and grinned up at him with my wet lips. "Do you like that?" I asked, with a big smile on my face. "Fuck yeah. Did Mom do Dad like that?" "Uh huh. Then she did this..." I let his cock go and it pointed straight at my mouth again. I moved my lips over his cock head. I let more and more of his dick slide into my mouth. I started bobbing on his cock after I had about half of him inside. I wanted to try and take all of it in my mouth. I had taken more than half of it on previous times, but not all the way down to the bottom. If Mom could do it, I figured I could as well. I wanted to try to swallow all of his cum this time instead of spitting most of it out like I usually did. Jamie moaned as I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth. I had well over half of it in my mouth, when I started to feel like I was going to gag. I didn't want to stop though. I decided to just go all the way and try to hold it inside without gagging. I stopped bobbing my head and held a little over half of it in my mouth. I then pushed down quickly. His cock went all the way inside my mouth until I felt the head in my throat. I was gagging but Jamie had grabbed my head and held me, as he started blasting his cum into my throat. "Oh fuck yes, Mel!" he exclaimed. I was able to pull my head back far enough so I wasn't gagging anymore, but I had to swallow fast because of all the sperm in my mouth. Still, I couldn't swallow fast enough and some of his sperm leaked out of my mouth, and dripped from my chin onto the bed between my spread legs. I made a mental note that I needed to clean his cum off the bed really good, so Mom wouldn't discover it and get suspicious. I had never had this problem because I had always used tissues to catch what came out of my mouth. Trying to swallow his cum had actually helped me not to gag. I remembered that Mom seemed to be trying to swallow while she was sucking Daddy all the way, too. I knew I would need to practice this more or I was going to choke doing it. From the sounds of it, Jamie was going to be a very willing participant. "Wow, sis. You took my cock all the way! Damn, that felt so fucking good." "Well, next time don't hold my head so damn tight, you idiot. I have to breathe, you know." "Sorry, it just felt so fucking good. Maybe you should spy on Mom and Dad more, if you're going to learn all these fun things," he said, with a wicked grin. "You better put your nasty cock away, before Mom and Dad come up here and teach us a lesson about keeping our clothes on," I said, grinning. "Shit, if they found us, they would kill us," he said and paused. "Mel, what got you so interested in having me finger your pussy. You didn't see Dad doing that to Mom. Did you?" There was no way I was going to tell Jamie that it was Mr. Clark fingering me that got me so interested. "I just liked the way you were touching me is all. I thought it might feel good ... and it did." "Well, if you keep deep throating me like just now, I'll be glad to finger you all you want." "Yeah, I bet you would finger me no matter what I did," I said, sarcastically. "So, when can Pam come back over? Maybe you can teach her to deep throat me like you just did." I wished he would just shut the hell up about Pam. "I think you ought to cool it with Pam, dear brother. You are cheating on your girlfriend, Brenda, if you don't realize it." "She's history. I broke up with Brenda last week. She is such a bitch." I teased him with a baby voice and giggled. "Did she make you stop fucking her? Is my big brother missing his pussy?" He grumbled at me, "No, she didn't make me stop fucking her, you asshole. And she didn't break up with me. I broke up with her. Fucking her just isn't worth putting up with her stupid shit all the time. There are other chicks that put out." "Oh. So, that's all girls are to you ... just a pussy to fuck when your dick gets hard. You are so full of shit," I said, with disgust. "I don't think girls are just pussies to fuck. Jeeze. I just don't want to put up with stupid shit all the time. You chicks want to get so fucking serious, just because you let a guy fuck your precious pussy." "Well, dear brother, I wouldn't know anything about that part yet, since I'm still a virgin. I just like having fun, you know?" "You're a pretty cool chick, Mel ... for a little sister," he grinned. I just shook my head at him while rolling my eyes. I decided to ask him about Pam just to see what he would say. Pam had said she might fuck him if she had the chance. "So, umm ... you want me to get Pam to come over sometime so you can fuck her?" I teased him, while I smiled. "That would be really cool, if she would let me fuck her. Her sister is a damn good fuck," he said, with a shit eating grin. "Penny!? You've fucked Penny?" I asked, in disbelief. "Yeah, I've fucked her. I fucked her last night at her house in her bedroom." "Last night?" I asked, in shock. I knew Sarah was with Pam there the previous night. "Yeah. Her parents were gone out for a while. So we fucked in her bed." I wondered if Jamie had fooled around with Pam and Sarah last night too. Jamie wasn't acting like he knew that Sarah or Pam were there with Penny last night though. "Was anyone else there with Penny last night?" "Just Pam and Peter, I guess. I didn't see anyone else while I was there ... and I didn't ask. Why?" If Pam or Sarah had seen him, I'm sure they would have told him not to say anything to me about Sarah being there. They obviously didn't want me to know they were spending the weekend together, with everything they were keeping secret from me. I'm sure Jamie would've said something about seeing Pam if he had fooled around with her last night. He would have bragged about fooling around with two sisters in one night. "I was just wondering is all ... if Pam knew you were there." "She may have. I didn't see her though. I couldn't swear that she was even there." I guessed that if Jamie hadn't talked to Pam last night, he still didn't know anything about the things Sarah and I had done together. He would want to be involved with her as well if he did know. He would be in heaven having three horny chicks to play with at one time. It probably would be just as much fun for me, too. While Jamie was getting dressed, I thought more about what Pam and Sarah might have seen last night. Did they know about Jamie and Penny fucking in her room? Maybe that got them horny enough to have sex together. Would Pam still be interested in losing her virginity to my brother after knowing he fucked her sister? Maybe I should get her to come over and arrange it, if she was still interested. But I wasn't sure I wanted to be friends with her after finding out she'd kept things from me. After Jamie was dressed, I checked the hallway to make sure my parents wouldn't see him leaving my room. When I told him no one was in the hall, he walked up to me and put his hand on my tight little butt and started squeezing it. His other hand pressed over one of my breasts, squeezing it nicely. I didn't stop him. I enjoyed the way he liked to grab at me sometimes. Jamie turned me toward him, still feeling up my butt and playing with my breast. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, which really surprised me. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth, but I pulled back and asked him what he thought he was trying to do with me. "What are you doing, you perv?!" I said quietly, pushing at him a little. I was anxious with the door partially opened. "I just thought ... I mean ... with everything else we've been doing ... that we could ... you know, kiss sometimes too." I shook my head at him in amazement. The kiss was actually fun. "Okay ... I guess we can. But don't just do stuff like that without asking first. I'm not your whore, you know." "Cool," he said and quickly kissed me again. This time I got into the kiss myself. Our open mouths pressed together. Our tongues were inside each other's mouth. I sucked on his softly. He did the same to mine, which felt wonderful. In a way, it felt even nastier to be kissing my brother like this than sucking his cock. I had never really kissed a boy before like I was doing with Jamie. It made me feel hornier than I already was. But I remembered that the door was still partially open after we broke the kiss. I anxiously said, "Shit! We're gonna get caught! Get out of here while they're still downstairs." Jamie then surprised me by moving his mouth to the side of my face, licking my cheek. "There. You belong to me now, little sister," he said, very seriously. I started to tell him to fuck off. Damn it, I didn't 'belong' to anybody. But the idea that he wanted me to belong to him really turned me on more. No guy had ever wanted me to be their girl like that, their possession. I wished it wasn't my brother, but I was so fucking turned on that I didn't care at that moment. When Jamie slipped out and went to his room. I closed the door and leaned back against it for a few moments and thought about how crazy I was, taking all these risks with Jamie. I turned off the bedroom light, walked over to the bed, and collapsed on it in the dark. Lying on the bed, I thought about Pam, and our friendship. Of all her friends, Pam should know she could tell me about having sex with her brother and sister. I wouldn't ever judge her like the rest of our friends would. But she apparently thought letting Sarah know her secret was no big deal. Sarah didn't even know about Jamie and me having sex, unless Pam told her about us. After thinking about Pam's possible betrayal, I thought about what Sarah might know about me that I hadn't told her. I could only hope Pam hadn't betrayed me like that. What would Sarah think if she knew my dirty secret? She would really freak if she knew I was having sex with her parents. I still had to figure out what my parents knew as well, especially Mom. That was the biggest secret of all. I thought again about how good Jamie fingered my pussy while he licked me. My cunt was still throbbing from the best orgasm he had ever caused me to have. I slipped my shorts and panties off, deciding to sleep with just a top on. Under the covers, I slid my finger inside my tight wet pussy, just the way Jamie had. I wished it were a hard cock, like my daddy's. I wanted to be fucked. I thought about the sight of Daddy's cock in Mom's mouth again. I couldn't resist imagining that it was his handsome cock inside me, fucking his little girl. ------- Chapter 6 The next day, I decided to just hang out around the house. If Sarah and Pam were going to keep secrets from me, I wasn't going to worry about being their friend. I was so pissed off at both of them. They were supposed to be my best friends. I was probably more upset with Sarah for lying about spending the weekend at her grandparents. I couldn't understand why Pam would keep something like this from me. She knew I wouldn't judge her for fooling around with her brother and sister. She even let Sarah get involved, but she decided to keep it from me. After all we had done together, I just couldn't understand why they wouldn't include me. Why keep it from me? As things turned out, Daddy and I were the only ones home. Mom had left early to spend the day with her parents. She knew Daddy had to finish putting together a big presentation, so she didn't plan on returning until late in the evening. Jamie left not long after Mom to go hang out with Penny for the day. Daddy was down in his basement office, working to finish things for the next day. Feeling bored with no one around, I decided to ride down to the bike paths for a while. I was hoping I could find someone to hang out with for a few hours. Even if I saw no one I knew, it would still be more fun than hanging out at home with no one else around. I changed clothes and ran downstairs to ask Daddy if I could go. I knew he would say it was okay, but I also knew better than to leave without saying something to him. When I got down to his office, I stood in the doorway and watched him working at his computer for a few moments. He kept staring at the monitor while he typed. He knew I was standing there, if for no other reason than the noise I made coming down the stairs. "Need something, baby?" he asked, still staring at the monitor. "Yeah. Is it okay if I ride down to the bike paths for a while? There's nothing to do here." "Sure, honey. Just don't stay down there all day. I'll fix us something to eat in a little while, so be back in a few hours." "Thanks, Daddy," I said. "Are you still working on that thing for work?" "Uh huh," Daddy said, still staring at the monitor. After a few moments, he turned to look at me. He seemed to realize that he really hadn't been paying attention to me. "Come here, honey," he said, as he turned in his chair toward me. I went over and sat on his lap. I loved my daddy a lot, and was very much a daddy's girl. "I know you are bored, sweetheart. I'll be finished with this presentation after today ... and maybe we can do something together next weekend. Maybe drive to the beach or something." I knew he was trying to make up for not spending much time with me lately. "That's cool. Maybe I can bring a friend?" I asked, although I didn't know who that would be at the time. I usually would ask Sarah to go with me on short trips. "Maybe. Let me run the idea by your mom, and then we can talk about a friend going with us." He finally smiled at me, and seemed to relax. "I'm sorry I haven't been around very much the past few weeks," he said. "I'll be finished putting this presentation together today, and after that I'll have a lot more time to spend with you, Jamie, and your mom." "It's cool, Daddy. I know you work hard for us. I think you work too hard sometimes though." "I guess I probably do at times," he admitted. "But, your mother and I want to make sure we can give you kids the things you want." "I know. I appreciate it too. I love you, Daddy," I said, and kissed him on the lips. "I love you too," he said, as he put his arm around me and pulled me against him. "So while I've been working so hard, what've you been up to? Staying out of trouble?" he asked, with a slight grin. I didn't know exactly what to say. I remembered that he might know exactly what I had been doing! I thought about what to say for a few moments, trying to decide if I should say anything at all. "Umm ... just hanging out ... that's all really," I shrugged, looking down at the floor, avoiding looking into his eyes. "Just hanging out, huh?" He began rubbing my back. It always felt good, but this time I wondered if he was doing it so he could touch me. "Yeah ... that's all really." "Hmmm ... maybe you've got a new boyfriend I don't know about?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. I so wanted to think that he was just teasing me. I wasn't sure about it though, and I wasn't sure just what to say to him either. "You don't have to answer, sweetie. I know you have secrets that you won't ever tell your old man," he said, while his hand stopped on my lower back. He kept it there, moving his hand in small circles. I didn't quite know how to react to his touching me. It wasn't anything unusual for him, but I couldn't help thinking he was maybe getting turned on touching me. Maybe even imagining me naked or something, just like the pictures he probably saw. I just sat still, not looking into his eyes. Not sure what to say to him either. He grinned, "Go on, sweetie ... but be back in a few hours though." I looked into his eyes and smiled. He kissed me on the lips before I got off his lap. As I turned to walk away, he swatted me on my butt, leaving his hand against it for a moment. In a strange way, his hand touching me like that made me tingle all over. I looked back at him and smiled again, then left his office. I went upstairs, and then outside into the back yard to get my bike. I was hoping someone would be down at the bike paths to hang out with for a while. But I knew the paths would be fun, even if I saw no one else I knew. After I rode down the street a short distance, I realized I'd forgotten to bring a water bottle. I didn't want to spend the little money I had on something to drink, so I headed back home. I rode around to the back of the house and used my key to get inside. I went into the kitchen to fix my water bottle. While I was getting it ready, I thought about Daddy touching my butt again. I wondered if he'd ever wished he could touch me naked. Did he ever get turned on touching me? I remembered what Jamie had told me about seeing Daddy masturbating when he thought he was home alone. I realized that Daddy knew he had the house to himself then. Would he take the chance to play with his cock with me out of the house? He was probably so wrapped up with his presentation that he wouldn't be thinking about sex. I left the kitchen and headed for the backdoor. When I reached the basement door, I paused and grinned to myself. I placed the water bottle down by the door to the basement, and then carefully walked down the stairs. I stopped about halfway when I heard Daddy talking. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I figured he was probably on the phone with his boss again. I stepped down the rest of the way until I was just outside his office door. I didn't hear him talking anymore, so I figured he was working on his presentation again. However, I didn't hear the sounds of his typing on the keyboard. I knew I shouldn't risk getting caught spying on him, but my curiosity got the best of me. I decided to just take a quick peek into his office. I slowly glanced around the doorframe. What I saw caught me off guard. It had been maybe ten minutes since I left for the bike paths. During that time, my daddy had taken off his clothes and was sitting naked at his desk, stroking his hard cock. I thought I probably should get out of there. I couldn't imagine what we would say to each other if he spotted me. Daddy was staring intently at the monitor on his desk though. Was he looking at the same pictures as yesterday? Were they the pictures of me sucking off Mr. Clark? Watching him play with his cock made me tingle all over again. His cock was so sexy. It had been so hot watching Mom give him a blowjob the day before. I felt a strong urge to just walk into his office and give him a blowjob myself. But there was no way I could do something so bold. My pussy throbbed as I watched Daddy's strong hand sliding along his shaft. I thought about Mr. Clark's cock, the only other cock I'd seen on a grown man, excluding the pictures. Daddy's cock seemed to be as big, and the thought of sucking Daddy like I had Mr. Clark made me even hornier. His eyes continued to stare intently at the monitor on his desk. Was he looking at my pictures? If it was my pictures, was he imagining that I was sucking his cock instead of Mr. Clark's? I slid my shorts and panties down a little. I moved my fingers around my sensitive clit. I rubbed gently as I watched Daddy stroking his shaft. He was so occupied with staring at the monitor that he never looked in my direction. I slipped a finger inside my tight pussy. I pretended it was Daddy's cock, sliding inside me much further than my finger ever could. I felt so naughty as I thought about what it would feel like to sit on Daddy's big cock, feeling it stretch me open like my fingers never could. Daddy stroked his dick quickly at times. Sometimes he just rubbed the head with the tips of his fingers. He seemed to enjoy rubbing the underside it. I remembered that Jamie was also very sensitive there. A few times, Daddy would use both hands to play with his cock and balls at the same time. I loved watching how he made himself feel good. What I really wanted to see though was his sperm squirting. I didn't get to see that when Mom was sucking him off. But I could see that he came quite a bit in her mouth. I wanted to see it squirt out in the open this time. My pussy was throbbing intensely. I knew I was very close to an orgasm. Daddy was breathing hard as his strokes became more intense as well. I was rubbing my clit hard. I wanted to have an orgasm watching my daddy squirt his sperm. It wasn't much longer before he leaned way back in his chair and started moaning. He stroked his dick faster, as he leaned his head back with his eyes closed. His hips rose from the chair, and his face became a grimace as his body tensed. I rubbed my clit furiously as I watched him. He groaned loudly and his cock erupted with a long shot of cum that landed across his chest and stomach. His hips thrust into the air as another long strand of sperm squirted from the tip of his cock. I gave my clit a good workout while watching Daddy have an orgasm. My body felt like it was paralyzed, as my own orgasm began. I instinctively moved back from the door so I wouldn't risk being seen. While I leaned against the wall, my body became almost rigid from the incredible feeling between my legs. While I was cumming, I tried to keep quiet, but I wasn't aware of anything else as I endured an incredibly intense orgasm. After a few moments I began to relax, and remembered where I was, too. I carefully looked back into Daddy's office. He was still slowly rubbing his shaft, which was covered in cum. He was still staring at the monitor, too. The pictures obviously had helped him to get off. But what were they pictures of? And more important, who was in the pictures? The phone rang while Daddy was still softly rubbing himself. I realized I still had my panties and shorts pulled down. I quickly slipped them up as I stepped back from the door. I heard Daddy doing something at his desk while the phone rang. I figured he was cleaning off his hands before he picked up the phone. After he answered it, I could tell from the way he was talking that it was his boss. I heard him say that he needed to get everything together, and that he would meet his boss at their building in thirty minutes. I knew I needed to get out of the basement right then. I ran up the stairs as quietly as I could. Instead of going outside and leaving for the bike paths again, I decided to go upstairs to my room to wait for Daddy to leave. I figured he would be in a big rush to leave anyways. I didn't want to risk getting caught still in the house, or out in the yard. I didn't want to have to explain why I was still around the house, and have him wondering if I had seen him masturbating. I closed the door to my room, and listened out for him. After a few minutes, I heard him moving around downstairs. "Melissa! Are you upstairs?!" What the fuck! How did he know I was home?! He must have looked out the backdoor and seen my bike! But he wouldn't have a reason to even go near the backdoor. Did he see me while he was jerking off? Did he know I had watched him? I just knew I was in big trouble. "Melissa!" Damn, damn, damn! If he came upstairs looking for me, what was I going to say to him?! Anxiously, I tried to figure out what he was doing downstairs. I didn't hear anything that made me think he was coming upstairs. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and close. I remained still until I heard his car start, listening for the sound of it driving away. I then felt comfortable enough to open my bedroom door. I stepped cautiously into the hallway, walked back to the stairs, and stopped to listen again. After I was convinced that he really was gone, I went back downstairs. I sat down on the bottom step of the stairs and thought about what had just happened. I was very worried that he knew I'd been home while he was playing with himself, and probably watching him as well. Why else would he have thought I was home? I stood up and went into the kitchen to see if he left a note. A piece of paper was lying on the table. He had left some money on top it. I picked up the note and read it. Daddy was going to meet his boss, just like I had heard him say on the phone. He didn't expect to be home until this evening, and wanted me to call him if I needed anything. The money was for me to go out for something to eat if I wanted. I set the note back down and glanced around the kitchen. My eyes went wide in horror as I spotted my water bottle on the counter by the sink. Shit! I'd left it by the basement door earlier! Daddy found it by the door. God, he probably thought I did see him! All I could do was hope he just thought I had set it down and forgotten it earlier. But he would've seen it, if he had come upstairs from the basement to make sure I'd already left before! He wouldn't have gotten naked without checking to see if I was gone. Damn! He probably did think I saw him masturbating! Maybe he won't ask me about it. After all, he may think I knew that he had pictures of me with Mr. Clark. He might be too embarrassed to say anything to me. Those kinds of thoughts and questions kept going through my mind. I finally decided there was nothing I could do about it. I thought about whether to ride to the bike paths or just stay home. I decided to just hang out around the house, knowing I'd be alone for the rest of the day. I could at least try to figure things out more. ------- I went into the family room, and stretched out on the couch. It finally dawned on me that it was my chance to do some investigating. I could try to find that CD and see what was on it. I wondered how many other discs my parents had hidden away, and what was on them too. I got up and looked out the front window to make sure Daddy hadn't come back, like I had earlier. I then went back down to Daddy's office in the basement. When I moved around behind the desk, I saw the computer's screen saver flashing on the monitor. I tried to open each of the desk drawers, and discovered them locked as I had expected. I sat down in Daddy's chair and stared at his computer, and tried to think of a way to find out what he had been looking at before. I was getting so frustrated over this CD. I had a great opportunity to unveil their big secret. But how could I even get to the CD with it locked away. I didn't even know if it was kept in his desk. He didn't go upstairs to his bedroom, so he had to leave it in the office or somewhere downstairs. I didn't think he would take it to work with him. Glancing in the direction of the computer, I saw a few CD cases lying around. However, it wasn't unusual for Daddy to leave CDs on his desk. But a specific CD case on top of the computer caught my interest. I leaned closer and looked closely at the case. It looked very much like the one Mrs. Clark had given Mom! Could this be the CD? Would Daddy be this careless with it? Taking a deep breath, I picked up the case and opened it. Damn, it was empty! I sat back in the chair, grumbled, and flipped the CD case carelessly toward the desk. The case bounced off the keyboard and fell down on the floor. I sighed and leaned down to pick it up. As I leaned back up, I noticed the screen saver on the computer had gone away. I looked closer at the monitor and saw a program minimized. It probably was the program Daddy was using to work on his presentation. I reached for the mouse, moved the cursor over the program, and clicked on it. When the program opened up, I knew right away it was software for viewing digital images. I looked at the menu, found the option to open files, and clicked on it. A listing of file names displayed. Hesitating for a moment, I clicked on one of the names. I heard the sound of the CD player working inside the computer. All I could think was, 'Oh, my God.' After a few moments, the file I had clicked on displayed on the screen. I sat there stunned. I knew this was one of the pictures Daddy had been looking at. But it wasn't a nude picture of me at all! I was staring at a nude image of one of my teachers, Mrs. Walcott! I clicked on the next file and it opened, displaying another picture of Mrs. Walcott nude. And it wasn't just her in the picture. Standing beside her, also nude, was her husband. I then recognized the Rayner's hot tub and backyard in the image. My God! The Walcotts were involved with the Rayners! Was Mr. Rayner involved in this too? Or was it only his wife again? As I opened more of the files, I saw that Mr. Rayner was in a number of the images. At least I knew that his wife wasn't cheating on him like I had thought. They were obviously swingers like the Clarks. Even though I was upset with Pam, I was glad that her mom wasn't screwing up her marriage like I first thought. The first picture with Mr. Rayner showed Mrs. Walcott sucking his hot looking cock. Other pictures had Mr. Rayner and Mrs. Walcott fucking in various positions. It felt so weird to look at images of these people having sex with someone other than their spouse. The Walcotts were a nice looking couple. Mrs. Walcott had shoulder length dark brown hair, while her husband had short blonde hair. She had nice perky breasts. They were about the size of mom's. Mr. Walcott's cock was just as nice as Mr. Rayner's, maybe a little longer but not as thick. The Walcotts have been good friends of my parents for a while. I knew my parents spent time with them without Jamie and me. I knew the rest of the images on the disc could tell me just how my parents were involved. Did I really want to know? I pretty much knew the Clarks were probably involved with the Walcotts, too. The big question was how were my parents involved? Were they in these pictures too? What were my parents doing with these nude pictures if they weren't? If my parents weren't involved, why did Mrs. Clark give Mom this CD? I started at the top of the listing and opened each file. Most of the images were of the Rayners and Walcotts having sex with each other's spouse. The image of Mrs. Rayner sucking off Mr. Walcott by the hot tub was incredibly hot. I never thought about Mr. Walcott in a sexual way before. Staring at a picture of him being given a blowjob made me horny all over again. I knew I shouldn't be surprised by what I was looking at. Before the weekend, I never would have thought the Clarks or Rayners were having sex with each other. So it really shouldn't shock me that the Walcotts were also involved. But the reality of it was still shocking. These were people I had known most of my life! I pressed my hand over my tingling pussy, squeezing it through my shorts. I tried to imagine that I was the chick in those pictures. I wanted to be the one having sex like they were. I pretended that Mr. Clark was there with them, touching and playing with my body along with the other men. The thought of three grown men touching me was so wild. I slid my shorts and panties off so I could play with myself again. I sat on my panties because I knew I'd leave a wet spot if I didn't. One of the wildest pictures was of Mrs. Walcott. She was smiling after both men had spurted cum on her face. It was all over her cheeks, nose and mouth. She even had some in her hair. This was one of my teachers! Other pictures had Mrs. Walcott in a deep kiss with Mrs. Rayner, with cum all over their mouths. I noticed a folder on the CD with even more files. When I opened one of them, I was completely stunned by what I saw. The image was of the Walcott's kids and Penny Rayner wearing bathing suits. They were standing beside the Walcott's pool. What was this picture doing on this CD?! The quality of the image was not nearly as good as the ones of the adults. It seemed as if it was maybe taken through a window. After figuring the angle of view, I was certain the image had been taken from the Walcott's bedroom window. Even with the image not being as focused as the others, I could clearly see Julie, Kari, and Mike standing in their bathing suits beside their pool, with Penny standing with them. Kari was wearing a very skimpy bikini. I wished I was going on seventeen and had her body. My brother seemed to always stare at her when we were together. Seeing her in this image made me hot for her, too. Her breasts were very sexy, barely covered in her top. I wondered if mine would look that sexy when I was her age. Julie was about a half year younger than me. She was cute in the two-piece suit she was wearing. I was surprised that her mom would ever let her wear something so revealing. Her boobies were slightly larger than mine. Her and her sister, Kari, had medium length blonde hair like their father. Kari's breasts were about the size of her mom's. Mike looked very hot in his trunks. He looked older than fifteen in the picture. His chest and legs were so sexy. His short dark hair was cute on him. I had a crush on him at times. I had hoped for a while that he was interested in me, but I knew he was more interested in the chicks in high school. Penny had a much better chance with him than I ever would, but she was usually into older guys. I didn't understand why this image was taken from a window though. After opening a few more images, I knew exactly why all of them had been taken like that. Whoever had taken the images was obviously spying on them. I was shocked when the next few pictures showed all four of them in the process of taking off their bathing suits. Had Penny gotten them to strip naked? I knew she liked doing that with her own brother and sister. As stunned as I was at that picture, I became even hornier at the thought of seeing my friends naked in the remaining pictures, and maybe having sex! I squeezed my pussy more, anticipating what I was about to see. I opened each of the images. A few showed them all swimming in the pool together. They didn't appear to be embarrassed about being naked around each other. Some were images of them kissing and touching each other. Among the images was one with Penny and Mike kissing in the pool. I was so jealous of her. She got to play around with Jamie and her brother, and now with Mike too. Penny and Kari were kissing each other in one of the images. I rubbed my clit harder, imagining I was the one kissing Kari. Another image had Mike kissing and feeling up his younger sister Julie. Whoever the photographer was got a very hot show. More of the images had Penny kissing Julie, while Mike kissed his older sister. Some of the images caused me to moan while I played with myself. One had Penny sucking Mike's very sexy cock. Another had all three chicks licking his cock at the same time. As horny as I was though, I was also very jealous of all of them. I wanted to be there with them so badly. The remainder of the images showed them fooling around in various combinations. Then I opened one with Mike fucking Penny. It was taken from some distance away, but I could see that his cock was embedded in her pussy. I felt so frustrated. I wanted to know what that felt like. I wanted to be the one getting fucked! I also found images with Mike fucking his older sister. I was so envious of all of them. It didn't bother me that he was having sex with Kari. I just wanted to be one of the chicks with her pussy stuffed with his hard cock. It was hard to believe that Mike was fucking his big sister though. I figured all of the chicks except Julie had to be on birth control. She was only involved in oral sex, kissing and touching. I figured whoever was taking the pictures would stop things if Mike tried to fuck her. I stared intently at one picture that showed just the head of Mike's cock inside his big sister's pussy. I pushed a finger inside myself, imagining it was my pussy about to get fucked. I wanted Mike to fuck me. I wanted so badly to be right where Kari was in that image. I couldn't stand being a virgin any longer. Not after the things I'd seen over the past few days. But now I had another secret to figure out. Who took the pictures of the Walcott's kids and Penny having sex? Did the Walcotts take those pictures? Did no one care if their kids had sex with each other? While I was looking through more of the files, the doorbell rang. I got pissed because I didn't want to stop exploring. I pulled my panties and shorts back on, and put everything back the way I had found it. After running up from the basement, I quickly went to a window to see who was at the front door. It was Sarah and Pam standing on the porch! Why were they here? Why would Sarah come here with Pam? She was only proving to me that she had lied to me. I opened the door, acted surprised, and stepped outside with them. "Hey chick," Pam said as she smiled. "Hey. What are you guys doing here?" I said, before looking at Sarah. "I thought you were supposed to be at your grandparents for the weekend?" "I was supposed to, but my grandmother got sick Friday afternoon. So I stayed with Pam because my parents had already planned to go out. I called here, but your mom said you were spending the night off." I knew then that Mom had done what was necessary to make sure I could go to the Clarks. Mom and Mrs. Clark must have been working together to make sure nothing would interfere with what they had planned for me. I assumed Mrs. Clark and my mom were determined to have me over there for Mr. Clark's special birthday. Sarah and Pam came inside with me and we sat around in the family room. I could tell that both of them wanted to tell me something, but neither of them seemed to know quite how to bring up whatever it was. I assumed it was about the sex over the past few days. I decided to just confront them about it. "Okay, girls. Spit it out. What are you two hiding from me?" They looked at each other with a surprised expression. Pam looked back at me and said, "Mel, you know Kari Walcott?" "Yeah," I said. "What about her?" "She stayed over Friday night." "So?" "So ... we did some things together ... and found out some things too," Pam said, as she blushed. She and Sarah looked at each other and giggled. "You guys had sex together, didn't you?" "Well, yeah ... but get this. Kari started it!" "Yeah? Cool ... I guess," I said, trying to give the impression that it was no big deal to me. I was still pissed off with both of them. Pam said, "We didn't start with just kissing though ... like we did together the first time. Kari wanted us all to get naked together. We didn't even talk about fooling around. She just wanted us to get naked together ... at first anyways." "It was just the three of you?" "No ... Peter was with us." "No shit! You got naked in front of your brother?!" I asked, pretending like I didn't know anything. "Yeah," Pam said, blushing more. I looked at Sarah, "You got naked in front of Peter?" She bashfully nodded her head. "Oh, my God. Peter got naked too? In front of the three of you chicks?" "Uh huh. He got his clothes off faster than any of us!" Pam said, with a big smile. "That figures, the big pervert," I said, giggling with Sarah and Pam. "So did you do stuff in front of him? You know like ... touch ... and lick each other?" "Yep. He got a really good show," Pam said, almost proudly. "Oh, my God! You didn't! Shit! I bet he played with himself the whole time too, huh?" "Not the whole time. We umm ... helped him a good bit," Pam said, blushing again. "What?! You did stuff with your brother?! Fucking cool!" I wanted to know what all they had done now. I knew at that point that they had not planned to exclude me. "What all did you do together?" "We all did. We took turns sucking his cock. It was Sarah's first time sucking a dick," she said, looking at Sarah, teasing her. Sarah blushed intensely and lowered her head. While Sarah wasn't looking at us, Pam mouthed to me. "Sarah doesn't know about Jamie." I was so relieved that she hadn't betrayed me like I had first thought. I felt stupid for over-reacting about everything involving them. Pam then mouthed to me, "Tell her about Jamie. Please?" I gave her my 'are you crazy' expression. Sarah looked back up and said to Pam, "Well it might have been my first time, but at least it wasn't with my brother," she teased Pam. "But it was fun and naughty watching you suck Peter." I knew Sarah had taken a shot at Pam for embarrassing her in front of me. Sarah had no reason to be embarrassed though, but then she didn't know what Jamie and I had been doing for some time either. I understood why Pam wanted me to tell her about Jamie too. Pam probably figured she wouldn't look so weird if Sarah knew I'd done the same things with my brother. Pam looked at Sarah and blushed, "That wasn't my first time sucking a guy." "Who else have you sucked off then?" Sarah asked her. Pam looked down and blushed intensely, "I can't tell you." I knew she was afraid to say it was Jamie, afraid she would give away our secret. Sarah would want to know the details. She would have to lie to her to keep our secret. I decided it was time to let Sarah in on everything about Jamie. "Her first time was with Jamie," I blurted out. Sarah's mouth dropped open in surprise. She looked back at Pam who was grinning. "So your first blowjob was with Mel's brother?" "Yeah. He has a really nice cock," she said wistfully, breaking out in a giggle. "How does Mel know?" she asked Pam. "You told her about it. But not me?" I knew it was time to tell Sarah everything. "She didn't have to tell me about it," I said. "I was right there when Pam sucked him off." "Holy shit! And that's all you did? You just watched?!" "Uhhh no," I said squeamishly. "You sucked him off too! Didn't you?!" "Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Sarah. It happened months ago, and I didn't know what you would think of me." Sarah looked between us. I figured she was wondering about what else we were keeping from her. Sarah smiled and said, "It's okay, Mel. I don't think I would've told anyone either, even if I had a brother to suck off." I moved over by Sarah and put my hands on her arms and looked at her sincerely. "You know, you and Pam are my best friends in the world. I hated keeping this from you like this. But I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid you would tell me to fuck off, or something worse." "No way, Mel," Sarah replied. "You and Pam are my best friends too." We hugged each other for a few moments before she said, "Hey, let's promise to tell each other everything from now on, no matter what. If we can't tell each other, who can we tell?" "Sounds cool to me. I hate keeping secrets from my best friends," I said, knowing I had at least one secret I dared not tell. We hugged each other again. I asked Pam, "What did Kari say when you and Peter were fooling around in front of her? Was she cool about you sucking off your brother?" "She was more than cool," she said, giggling, which caused Sarah to giggle too. "I think you two are keeping something else from me." "We aren't keeping anything else from you. We were going to tell you ... we just haven't gotten that far into telling you what all happened," Sarah said, smiling sincerely. "So? What happened?!" "Kari told us she does things with her brother too," Sarah said, a big grin on her face. I already knew from the pictures on my Daddy's computer that Kari had already fucked her brother, so I acted like I didn't know. "Shit! What did she say they do together?" "They do everything!" "Oh, my Gawd! She is actually fucking Mike?!" Pam interrupted and said, "Yeah! I was there and heard her say it. And Kari said that she has sex with her sister too." "Damn! Julie is a half year younger than me. That is so wild!" We giggled at each other for a few moments. I felt like I had my friends back. I wasn't really sure what to say next though. Sarah obviously was very interested in my brother and me, and the things we had done together. Sarah looked at me shyly, "So like ... do you still do stuff with Jamie?" "Yeah. We fool around together almost every day." "Has he fucked you yet?" "Shit, Sarah! No fucking way. I'm still a virgin. You know that!" "Well, I thought I would ask ... since you didn't tell me about the other stuff." "It's cool," I said. "I guess I would've asked too." "Aren't you worried your parents will catch you?" "Yeah, but we're careful. I'd die if they caught us. We only do it late at night, or when they aren't home." "Is he good at licking you?" Sarah asked. I could tell that all this was making her horny. We all were getting horny. "Not as good as you ... or Pam," I said smiling. "It's just different. It feels really hot to do it with a guy. I don't know if I would let him fuck me though. It probably would freak me out, doing that with my brother." "It doesn't freak out Kari ... or Penny." "Are you telling me that..." They both grinned and nodded. "I think you two still have things to tell me," I said to both of them, irritated that they had not already told me everything. Pam said, "Okay ... well, you know that Kari spent the night over with us Friday night. She really was there to hang out with Penny though. Then Jamie showed up to see Penny. Before Penny let him come inside, she told us to hide out in my room so that she and Jamie could be alone for a little while. So we all went to my room, including Kari. "We were just hanging out when Kari said it would be fun to spy on Penny and Jamie. So we sneaked down the hall to Penny's room. Kari went up to the door first, while we stayed down the hall a little ways. The door was open a little, which Penny told us later she did on purpose so we could see Jamie with her. Penny had put some music on, so we all knew Jamie wasn't likely to hear us in the hall. We took turns peeking into the room while they had sex." "What all did they do together?" I asked, looking at Pam. "They had sex, silly! They were naked and doing everything." "You guys suck. I swear I wish I could've seen that," I said and frowned. Pam said, "I saw Penny go down on him. I wished it had been me though. I was so jealous of Penny. But it was still so much fun to watch. She was really getting into sucking his sexy cock. Jamie was really enjoying it too." "Did he cum in her mouth?" "He came on her tits after she had sucked him for a while. It was sort of hard to see everything, with Sarah and Peter trying to push me out of the way most of the time," she said, looking at Sarah, teasing her again. "So like ... when did he fuck her?" I could tell Pam was getting very horny telling me about this. I was extremely horny myself! "Jamie started licking and fingering her pussy. I don't think Jamie ever went soft all the way. He licked her pussy until Penny grabbed his head, pushing him away while she came hard. I was so horny watching her cum. Jamie then got between her legs and fucked her pussy so good. I swear, Mel. Your brother fucked Penny so damn good." Pam smiled at Sarah. "I think Sarah had an orgasm the moment he put his cock in Penny's pussy." "No. I didn't!" Sarah shot back, swatting at Pam playfully. I knew we all were getting very horny talking about Jamie and Penny. "What did you see, Sarah? After you pushed our perverted friend here out of the way," I asked, grinning at Pam. "Mel, it was so incredible. Your brother is so fucking hot. From where I was, I could see his cock moving in and out of her. I swear I wished it had been me he was fucking. I would've fucked him right then ... if I'd had the chance," Sarah said, disappointedly. "Wow. I wish I could have been there to watch all of that." "Mel, he lasted a long time too," Pam said, grinning. When Pam said that, I began to think more seriously about letting Jamie fuck me sometime, especially if he was that good at it. Pam said, "What happened after Jamie left was even wilder though. It turns out that Penny had told Kari to have us all spy on them having sex. She knew Jamie was coming over and had told Kari about it already. Penny wanted us all to watch!" "No way! Your sister wanted you guys to see her and Jamie having sex?!" "Uh huh. Penny knew when Jamie was coming over. She told Kari that she would leave the door partially open so we could watch everything that happened." "Penny likes to be watched? Cool. I don't know if I'd want other people watching me like that though, not while fucking anyways. I mean ... it's different with us because we are all doing each other." "But Mel, Kari and Penny are like us too!" Pam stated. "They have been having sex with each other for several years now." "You're shitting me, right?" "Nope. Let me tell you the rest. After we watched Penny and Jamie have sex, we all went back to my room. That's when Kari talked us into getting naked. We all stripped in front of each other after Kari did. I guess we were all horny after watching Penny and Jamie. It really didn't take much for Kari to convince us." "I can understand that. You all are a bunch of perverts anyways. What else would I expect," I said, jokingly. "Yeah. Like you aren't a pervert too, huh?" Pam shot back. I smiled at her. If she only knew how perverted I had been a few days ago with the Clarks! "So, when did you find out that Penny and Kari had been having sex?" "Okay, let me finish," Pam started. "We were all naked and looking at each other. Kari started touching my breasts. She was asking me if it felt good and all. Well of course it felt good! Sarah and Peter were watching us. Kari then said she knew how to make me feel really good. She pushed me onto my back and got down between my legs. She started licking my pussy right in front of Sarah and Peter. After a few minutes, Kari stopped and talked Peter into licking Sarah's pussy. I swear I think Peter had done stuff with Penny and Kari before. He did it too easily, and seemed to know what he was doing too." "I wouldn't be surprised at anything anymore," I said, reflectively. "We were like that when Penny came in the room. Penny started teasing us some about being lesbians. Then Kari grabbed Penny and started kissing her, like we do. They were doing their best to put on a show for us. They were pretty hot, kissing and touching each other. We all knew then that they had done things together before. After that, it just kind of got crazy," Pam grinned. "Wow! You guys basically had an orgy in your bedroom?" I asked, in disbelief. "Yeah. It wasn't planned though. Honest! Well, Sarah and I didn't plan it. It just happened, Mel." "I believe you. It's just incredible is all." "You wish you had been there, huh?" Pam teased me. "Yeah. I wish I had been. It would've been fun to watch." "You? Just watch? Chica, I know you better than that!" Pam shot back at me with a grin. We all giggled at each other. "I guess Penny is on birth control now?" I asked. "She isn't stupid enough to risk getting pregnant by Jamie ... and her brother. Is she?" "She's been on birth control for three years now. She started fucking guys when she was fourteen ... or so she says." "That sucks. She can fuck all she wants and not worry," I said. "Maybe we can somehow get our moms to let us go on birth control now." "I don't think my mom would let me," Sarah said, sighing. "Maybe she would," I said. "It can't hurt to ask." I looked at Pam and said, "You should ask your mom, too. She let your sister go on the pill when she was about your age now." "She probably would let me, I guess. I just don't want her to think I'm having sex yet. You know?" I knew what Pam meant. But I also knew her mom had watched her have oral sex with her brother and sister. She didn't get upset at all about that. She even took pictures and played with herself most of the time. "I know, chick. But if she lets you go on the pill next year, then she is going to know that you probably are having sex," I said. I looked at Sarah and jokingly said to Pam, "I doubt Sarah's mom would let her though. Her mom would probably freak out if she thought her 'little girl' was fucking boys." "Hey! I'm not a little girl, damn it!" I smiled at Sarah, put my arms around her, and kissed her hard on the lips. I pulled back from her mouth and grinned at her. "You're definitely not a little girl. You're my little bitch is what you are," I said seriously. Pam broke out laughing hard. "I'm not your little bitch either," Sarah said firmly, but smiling at me. I kissed her tenderly. Pam leaned in and we all kissed for a few moments. We all knew we were about to have sex together too. I said to Sarah, "So are you going to ask your mom?" "I guess. She might let me," Sarah said. "She said before that she wanted me to wait awhile before I had sex, but maybe if I talked to her now she would let me. But she probably will think I'm fooling around if I do ask." Sarah looked directly at me and asked, "Are you going to ask your mom?" "I guess. I don't know what she will say though. She has talked with me already about sex and birth control. She said then that she wants me to wait a few years before I have sex too." "Just ask her, Mel. I'll ask my mom, and you ask yours. You know they are best friends. So maybe they will talk about it together. If one will go for it, maybe the other will too." "I guess there really is nothing to lose," I said. "They probably suspect that we fool around some anyways." Sarah had no idea just how much her mom knew about the sex Sarah and I have sometimes. "So, Mel. Who do you want to fuck first? ... Jamie?" Sarah asked me, teasingly. "Yeah, right," I said sarcastically. "I don't know. I doubt Jamie though." Pam said, "Girl, I wouldn't worry about him being your brother. From what we saw, he would make a great first lover." Sarah said, "And you two have already done most everything else. Why not let him be your first?" "But he is my brother! My God, Sarah!" "He might be your brother, but at least he wouldn't go around bragging about fucking you," Sarah said, grinning, but being sincere too. "I can't believe we're talking about my own brother busting my cherry!" I said, incredulously. "Well, you play with and suck his cock already. And after you fuck him, maybe I could fuck him too. Then we could compare notes," Sarah said, giggling. "Damn, Sarah! ... Whatever," I said, as I shook my head, and smiled at her. While we talked about Jamie being my first, I couldn't help but think about Mr. Clark and the things we did a few nights before. I wondered what Sarah would have thought if she knew I might consider letting her dad fuck me first. Pam said, "Sarah got to do a 'first' too. Didn't you, chick?" Sarah blushed and hid her face in her hands. "Oh, my God. What else did you guys do!?" I asked, anxiously. "Well, Sarah here got to taste sperm for the first time." "I already figured she did that. You already told me she sucked off Peter!" "Yeah ... but she did something else too," Pam grinned and looked at Sarah. "Yeah?" Pam looked at Sarah and asked, "Do you want to tell Melissa what happened?" "Umm. You go ahead and tell her," Sarah said, very embarrassed. Pam looked at me with a big grin, "When Penny came in my room after Jamie left, we all stopped doing everything. After Penny and Kari put on their little kissing show for us, Penny asked who was going to lick Jamie's cum from her pussy." "Oh, my God. Sarah, did you lick Penny while she had Jamie's sperm in her pussy?" I asked, in amazement. Sarah nodded her head as she continued to blush. "She sure did. Actually though, Penny made a bet to see who got to lick her cum filled pussy. Sarah lost ... or won depending on how you look at it," Pam teased Sarah. Sarah just covered her face in humiliation. I put my hand on Sarah and said, "It's cool, sweetie. Don't be embarrassed. I've tasted Jamie's cum a bunch of times. I guess it's even better when licking it from a chick's pussy," I said smiling, trying to be sincere with her though. I remembered the times I had licked her mom's pussy, filled with her dad's sperm. It wasn't the best taste, but it was so hot doing something so naughty like that though. I also knew Pam had done the same thing to Penny on their deck the previous day. Sarah looked up at me, still embarrassed though. "It's cool chick. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." "Thanks for not teasing me about it," she said to me, softly. Pam realized that she had probably teased Sarah too much. "Sarah, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make fun of you. After all, I had to lick her spermy pussy yesterday ... after she fucked Peter," she said, devilishly. I feigned surprise at this revelation, "Peter fucked Penny too? Wow!" "Yeah. He fucked her the other night and yesterday in front of us. Kari licked the sperm from her pussy the first time though. Yesterday, we had sex on the deck after Mom left for the afternoon. I had to lick Peter's cum from her pussy after they fucked," Pam said so easily, without getting embarrassed. "So what was the bet Penny made with you guys?" Pam said, "She bet that none of us could guess how many boys she has fucked. God, she can act like such a slut. Each of us that guessed wrong had to lick her pussy when it was filled with cum. If one of us guessed right, she promised to show us the pictures she had of..." "Pictures of what?!" I asked, demandingly. "Pictures of our mom ... and Pastor Thomas." "What!" Sarah said, "I swear that is what she said, Mel." "You mean Penny has pictures of our pastor having sex with your mom?!" I incredulously asked Pam. "Yeah," Pam replied. "Penny said she saw them one afternoon in my parents' bedroom." "And Penny said she has pictures of them fucking? In her bed?!" I asked in amazement. "That's what she says," Pam stated. "But we didn't get to see if she had the pictures or not. None of us won the bet with her. So she hasn't shown the pictures to us yet." "But when did that happen ... your mom and Pastor Thomas?" I asked. "Penny said it happened earlier this year. She came home one afternoon after a cheerleading practice was canceled. Mrs. Clark picked up Sarah, Peter and me from school to stay with her for the afternoon. Penny said Mom must have arranged for Pastor Thomas to come over that afternoon, since none of us were supposed to be home. Penny came in the house, and went upstairs and heard them in our parents' bedroom. Penny remembered that she had borrowed our parents' camera. She got it and took pictures of what she could see without risking getting caught." "I don't believe it. Pastor Thomas?" I asked, unbelievingly. "It's what Penny said! I don't know if she is telling the truth or not. Penny said that Pastor Thomas said some of the nastiest things to Mom too ... a real potty mouth." "Wow!" was all I could say. Sarah said, "Isn't that so fucking wild! I don't think I'll ever be able to go near Pastor Thomas again without thinking about him with Mrs. Rayner!" "I know! Damn!" I said, still shocked by what Pam had said. I looked at Pam and said, "You don't seem too upset that your mom might have done something like that. Are you cool with it?" "Yeah. I guess I'm okay with it. The only thing I'm worried about is Dad finding out ... and maybe wanting a divorce. Can you imagine the scandal that would start if people found out my mom and the church pastor were fucking!" she said, seriously. I knew exactly what she meant. I knew how big a scandal it would be for any of our secrets to become known to anyone else. I put my hand on Pam's leg, trying to comfort her some. "Chick, don't let it bother you too much," I consoled her. "I'm sure your parents love each other." Pam sighed and said, "I know they do. I wouldn't be surprised if Dad wasn't screwing around too. Mom and Dad get along, and seem to love each other. So I'm not going to worry about it all the time." I felt sorry for Pam. I wanted to tell her about the pictures I looked at of her parents having sex together with the Walcotts. I knew in a weird way that it would ease her mind about her parents maybe splitting up. Maybe some day I would find a way to let her know about her parents being swingers. Maybe she would figure it out on her own though. Considering the things we told each other, it didn't seem to bother any of us that we were talking about such perverted things involving our families. A bond seemed to develop between the three of us like never before. We had some big secrets to keep between us, or we all risked getting into big trouble. Another scandalous secret was the one I had not told them about, the sex I was having with the Clarks. I didn't know if I could ever tell them about that. I still didn't know the big secret involving my parents and the Clarks either. ------- Chapter 7 We talked for a while about the past few days. The things that Sarah and Pam had done over the weekend were so incredible. I already knew some of what they had done from watching them myself, but having them tell me what had happened at the Rayners helped to rebuild my trust in my best friends. I was very happy that I was so wrong about them. We sat around the family room together talking about their wild sexy times. I was much more relaxed with them than when they had first shown up at my house. I wasn't worried that they were trying to keep things from me anymore. They couldn't seem to stop giving me the details of the things that had happened. We stopped talking for a short time when a new music video came on TV. But thoughts of our parents kept running through my mind. I knew much more now than before, but I still didn't know how my parents were involved with them. After the music video was over, I asked, "Do you guys want something to drink?" They both said they would. The tension between us had disappeared. I felt like I had my friends back. We all got up and headed for the kitchen. Sarah was in front of Pam and me. As we walked into the hall, I grabbed Pam's arm and stopped her while Sarah walked through the kitchen door. I turned toward Pam, glanced toward the kitchen, and then gave her a quick kiss that surprised her. I softly told her, "Thanks for keeping our secret about Jamie. You could've easily told Sarah, but you didn't. You're a pretty cool friend." "I would've never told her, Mel. You know that. I would've never hurt you like that." "I know that now. Thanks, girl," I said, and kissed her again. Sarah looked out of the kitchen at us while we were kissing. "Are you two going to get something to drink, or have sex?" Sarah said, grinning, teasing us. "I'm thirsty right now. We can have sex later," Pam joked, looking between Sarah and me before grinning. Pam and I joined Sarah in the kitchen. I went over to the cabinet with the glasses. As I was reaching up to grab each one of us one, I felt a hand slap my butt fairly hard, quickly followed by another slap. I jumped and turned around quickly to see who was spanking me. "Ouch! Damn, chick!" I said, turning while grimacing to see Sarah grinning at me. I was ready to retaliate when she put her arms around me and kissed me. Our kiss became very passionate. I loved kissing both Sarah and Pam. It just felt so naughty to be kissing another girl so intimately, especially with another watching. I also loved kissing Sarah's mom. I wondered when I would get to see her again, and Mr. Clark too. Sarah moved her hands down over my butt, massaging and rubbing my butt cheeks softly. She said, "I've wanted to do that ever since we got here. I've missed touching and kissing you." I moved my hands up her sides and touched her breasts through her top and bra, cupping them in my hands. "I've missed being with you too." We kissed deeply again before Pam interrupted us. "Ahem. Maybe you two should get a room?" she said, sarcastically. Sarah and I both smiled guiltily at Pam. I broke the embrace with Sarah and walked over to where Pam was standing. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her, moved my hands down her back, and played with her tight butt cheeks while our tongues explored each other's mouths. Sarah smiled at us and said, "Maybe we all should get a room." I grinned and said, "We have the house to ourselves all day. We can do whatever we want!" I started to slide Pam's shorts down, but she stopped me. "Whoa, chick. Are you sure your parents won't be coming home soon? Where is Jamie?" "My mom is at my grandparents' house until tonight. Daddy went to the office and won't be back until late, and Jamie is with Penny," I explained. "I figured you knew Jamie was over with Penny today." "She must have met Jamie somewhere. It's cool then. I guess it will be fun to run around your house naked," Pam grinned. Pam surprised Sarah and me when she slid her shorts and panties down her legs. She spread her knees some to open her pussy for us to see. "Is this what you wanted, little girl?" she teased. I wasn't going to let her show me up like that. Placing my hand over her mound, "Uh huh, I was getting hungry for something good to eat. Mmmmm. It feels like it's hot enough to eat right now," I grinned. "Whenever you're hungry, chick, just let me know," she said, as we all began to giggle at each other. "Speaking of 'eating', are you guys really hungry? I can order a pizza. Daddy left me some money before he left," I asked, as I ran my fingers over Pam's pussy. Sarah teasingly said, "I'd love some pizza. You better go ahead and order it before you and Pam eat each other." I took my hand away from Pam's pussy, but I could see she really didn't want me to. I called and had a pizza delivered. Pam dared me to strip naked to pay the delivery guy, but I told her she was crazy. After the pizza was delivered, we went into the family room to watch TV while we ate. We stripped naked before we even sat down. Pam made a show of stripping just for me. I did the same type of strip dance for Sarah, so she wouldn't feel left out. I also wanted her to know that I wanted her as badly as I did Pam. I had really missed playing with her alone. I also wondered just what I would tell Mrs. Clark about this weekend. I would never tell Mrs. Clark anything I thought would make her mad at Sarah though. We sat around staring at each other while we ate. After all of the sex we had talked about, sitting with them naked was difficult. I was ready to play with both of them at the same time. Sarah was just finishing a slice of pizza when I grabbed her and pushed her down on the couch. I kissed her lips softly, while playing with one of her nipples. I moved my mouth so I could kiss and nibble on her neck and ear. "Damn, Mel. I'm not a pizza!" Sarah joked. I looked up at her and grinned. "And I don't play with my food either." I kissed her lips softly, and moved to her neck again. Her hands reached up to hold my head, while I sucked gently on her soft skin. I was making out with my friend, and I didn't care what Pam would think either. One of her hands was rubbing her pussy as she watched me sucking and biting on Sarah's neck. Pam seemed surprised at first with the way I was acting with Sarah, but she didn't say anything to either of us. She just watched us closely before she moved over beside us. I cut my eyes toward Pam again to see how she was reacting. I didn't want her to feel left out, but I wanted Sarah to myself right then. Pam leaned back on the couch, touching herself while she watched us. I puckered my lips and kissed at her, so she would know I hadn't forgotten her. I wanted some of the same from her very soon too. I kissed and nibbled down Sarah's neck and chest. I pinched each of her nipples, and looked in my friend's eyes for her reaction. She looked slightly apprehensive, but I smiled at her and leaned my head to take one of her hard nipples between my lips. I licked the tip with my tongue, then sucked it gently, as my hand cupped the underside her breast. I knew her nipples were very sensitive, and I wanted to make her moan for me while I made her feel good. My hand moved down her body until my middle finger slid across her clit, and down between her wet pussy lips. Her hips rose from the couch slightly from my soft touches. I slowly rubbed the length of her pussy, rubbing around her clit gently. My lips kissed down her firm body, following the trail my hand had taken. When my lips were close to Sarah's clit, I gently licked around it before taking it between my lips and sucking softly. I slipped my middle finger inside her tight little pussy. She moaned as my finger pushed easily inside her very wet hole. Her pussy squeezed my finger tightly. Her hands reached for my head to hold me to her cunt, as I drove her clit wild with the tip of my tongue. I slowly began to push my finger deeper inside her little cunt. She pushed onto my hand, taking as much of my finger as she could without it hurting her. I wanted to give Sarah a tremendous orgasm. I slowly slid my finger in and out of her, feeling her cunt grab at my finger tightly. Pam moved over beside Sarah and began kissing her passionately. Her hand reached for Sarah's nipple and began pinching it. I moved my finger faster in her pussy. My tongue licked furiously over and around her hard clit. Sarah's legs trembled as she approached her orgasm. Just as she was about to cum, I slid another finger just inside her pussy and fucked her tenderly. She pulled her mouth away from Pam's and moaned loudly as she came. Her whole body was stiff as her orgasm consumed her. She held Pam to her tightly while I teased her clit just a little more, setting her off again. "Oh God ... Mel ... NO MORE ... I can't take anymore!" Smiling, I pulled my head away from her cunt. I kissed her thighs, licking them. Pam looked at me grinning. "You owe me one of those, chick. I've never seen anyone cum so hard before," Pam said, with an envious grin. Sarah reached down to her pussy and cupped it, squeezing it gently. "Damn it, Mel! What did you do to me?!" "I just made love to your pussy, girlie." I saw a strange look come over Sarah's face after I said that to her. "Mel, I'm not a lesbian. Are you in love with me?" she asked me seriously. "No, not the way you're thinking anyways." I moved up her body so that all of our faces were close to each other. "I love you as my best friend." I glanced at Pam, "I love you the same way, Pam." I looked back at Sarah, "We're not lesbians. But we can make each other feel great if we don't get hung up about things. There is nothing wrong with what we're doing." Pam said, "It's cool with me. I just want to have a great time with you guys. All we're doing is having some fun together. No one else has to know, unless we agree to let them know, or join us." "You know, if any of our friends find out, we'll be known as lezzies to everyone," Sarah said. I said, "I know. So we'll be careful about when and where we do this. I know most people think girls having sex with each other is wrong, but no one else has to know." Sarah said, "It's weird. I never thought I would ever like licking another chick's pussy. But..." Pam interrupted, "But there is something so naughty about it ... and it feels so good when one of you does it to me." Sarah said, "I wonder how our moms would react if they knew. I wonder if they ever did anything like this when they were our age." I thought briefly about Mrs. Clark. I was pretty much convinced that she and my mom had to be fooling around together just like we were. They probably had grown up doing the same things together that my friends were doing with me. Pam said, "I don't know, but I bet they probably did fool around some with girls at some time. I don't know about your moms, but mine probably has done a lot of things that would surprise me, especially if she'll go as far as fucking our church pastor." I leaned close to Pam and said, "Don't worry about your mom. I think she is pretty cool. I bet your dad is very happy with her, too." Pam smiled and kissed me, tasting Sarah's pussy on my lips. "I hope so, Mel. But no matter what, let's promise to never hurt each other. Let's not keep any secrets from each other about the things we do." I stayed quiet, not knowing quite what to say to her. I couldn't tell her about all the secrets I knew. Maybe some day I could. But I couldn't tell her that her mom took pictures of her having sex. How could I ever tell Sarah about having sex with her parents! Pam slid down off the couch onto the floor. She grabbed Sarah's and my hand and pulled us down off the couch to join her. "C'mon, chicks. Enough talking. Let's have some fun," Pam said with a big grin. We all slid down onto the floor and began touching each other. I loved touching Pam and Sarah's nipples. My pussy would tingle whenever I played with one of theirs, watching it get hard and crinkly. I loved the feel of it against my lips and tongue too. I loved playing with my own nipples when alone too. Sarah's mouth felt so good as she leaned down and started licking me. When I felt her push a finger a little ways inside me, I almost exploded from the sensation. I did the same to Pam's tight cunt as well, while I licked her hard little clit. ------- As we lay together on the floor, I heard the backdoor opening. "Oh shit. Go upstairs to my room. Quick!" I said softly, but urgently. We quickly jumped up and grabbed out clothes. "Who is it?" Sarah asked quietly while grabbing her clothes. "I think it's Jamie. Go to my room!" I said while we rushed out of the family room to get to the stairs. We had to go out into the hall to get to the stairs. Fortunately, whoever was coming in the backdoor hadn't come down the hall yet. We all ran up the stairs before we saw who it was. More importantly, before whoever it was saw three chicks running around naked. If 'whoever' had rushed into the house, they would have gotten a real eye full. Pam and Sarah dashed into my room ahead of me. I closed the door after I got inside too. We put our clothes back on as fast as we could. "Shit, that was close!" Sarah exclaimed. Pam looked at me, "Who do you think it is?" "It's probably Jamie. Mom wouldn't be home this soon. Daddy probably won't be back until late tonight." I was more than certain it was Jamie. I was pretty sure he would come upstairs to see what I was doing, too. When we were all dressed, Pam and Sarah collapsed on my bed. I opened the door and peeked out into the hall, listening for whoever it was. We had left the TV on, so I really couldn't hear any other sounds because of it. Then I heard the sound of a baseball game on the TV. "It's Jamie. It has to be. I hear a fucking baseball game on the TV now." I closed the door, went over to the bed, and lay across it by my friends. "Shit, that was too damn close," Pam said, sighing. "Thank God it wasn't my mom or daddy!" I exclaimed. Sarah said, "Well it would have been just as embarrassing for your brother to see me naked with you guys. He would've known we were having sex." "But he wouldn't care about that. He would've just wanted to join in," Pam said, grinning. "I still would've freaked out. He has never seen me naked before," Sarah said. We were all startled somewhat when there was a quick knock at the door before it opened. Jamie's head peeked inside. I groaned to myself for not locking the door. "Hey, girls. I was just seeing if Mel was in here," Jamie said. "Hi, Jamie," Pam said. Sarah just smiled at him. I knew Sarah thought he was a cutie. I wondered a few times before if she might have a crush on my brother. She never said that she did, but I know how I've looked at guys when I had a crush on them. "Jamie, we could've been naked in here!" I said, and then realized the irony of what I said. Pam looked at me incredulously. Sarah's eyes were as wide as saucers. "That would've been cool too," Jamie said, with a big smile. "I know YOU would've liked that," I said, sarcastically. "I'll be downstairs ... watching TV. Whose pizza is that down there?" "Daddy left me money to get it. He had to go to meet his boss. You can have what's left, brother dear." "Thanks, little sis. Sometimes you're worth having around," he said, contemptuously. "I'll be downstairs. You chicks can get naked now." "Fuck off, you idiot," I grumbled. He smiled at me, and closed the door to go downstairs. "Stupid retard," I said, shaking my head. "He's not that bad of a retard. He can be good to have around sometimes too," Pam said, grinning. "You're not seriously thinking what I think you are?" I asked. "Why not? I'm sure Sarah would like to see what your brother has under his clothes again," she said looking at Sarah, teasing her. "Pam!" Sarah exclaimed in protest. I turned to look at Sarah, grinned, and asked, "Well?" "I don't think so ... well ... I don't know if it would be a good idea..." Pam leaned close to Sarah's face and said, "I think you want to." "Maybe," she said blushing. "Let's go downstairs and see what happens," Pam said. I said, "Pam, you know what will happen. You'll tease him until he begs me into talking both of you into getting naked with him." "Would that be so bad?" Pam asked with a big smile. I looked at Sarah closely. I could tell that she was very interested in the idea of seeing Jamie naked. "Okay, Sarah. If we go down there, are you cool with getting naked, and probably doing some stuff with Jamie?" She blushed and softly said, "Yeah, I guess. I would love to see him naked again. Maybe even get to touch him some." "And he will want to touch you, too. Are you cool with all of that? You won't freak out?" "Yeah ... it's cool," Sarah said, embarrassed. "Okay then, let's go," I said, smiling. ------- We went down the stairs giggling at each other. We went into the family room and found Jamie sitting on the couch watching baseball, and eating the last piece of pizza. "I see you saved us some," I said, sarcastically. "I got something you can eat," he crudely said. "Yeah, right. You're such a fucking retard too," I shot back. Pam and Sarah sat down in chairs next to the couch. They were both glancing at Jamie as he watched TV. I could tell that he noticed it too. I wondered if he realized what we had planned for him. I got up and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. As I was getting a glass, Jamie came into the kitchen behind me. "Hey, sis. Is Pam gonna stay a while?" "She might. Why?" I asked, already knowing what his next question was going to be. "Maybe the three of us could fool around some after Sarah leaves. Can you talk to Pam and see if she will stay?" "I can't. Sarah came over with Pam. They'll probably leave together. Sarah is spending the weekend with her." "Shit, that sucks. Too bad you and Sarah don't lick each other's cunts too. Then we could all play some." "You are such a jerk. That's all you think I'm for now, huh? I'm just someone to get you 'cunts' to play with whenever you get the urge? You can fuck off for all I care," I said, angrily. "Mel, I didn't mean it like that," he said. "Hey, I'm sorry." "You should be. What a fucking retarded thing to say to your sister," I said, in disbelief. "I fool around with you, let you play with my pussy, suck your cock whenever you want ... and then you say something so stupid to me!" I glanced at the door for a moment and noticed Pam peeking into the kitchen, but she moved away when we made eye contact. I did want to fool around with Jamie. I wanted to see Jamie and Sarah together too. I knew Sarah wanted to play around with him pretty badly. I fixed myself a glass of ice water while thinking what to say to Jamie. "Listen, Jamie. I like what we do together. But don't treat me like I'm your pimp or something. Okay?" "Okay. I didn't mean it to sound that bad." "Well it did. So don't say stupid shit like that." "I was just ... you know..." he said, remorsefully. I started walking back toward the family room as I said, "I know you didn't mean it to sound so bad, dear brother. You were hoping you could have two naked chicks to fool around with. Who knows? Maybe you can have three ... if you play things right," I said with a mischievous grin. I saw the surprised look on his face as I walked out of the kitchen and back into the family room. I mouthed to both Sarah and Pam that he was asking about us fooling around. As I sat down, Jamie walked back into the family room as well. Jamie sat back down on the couch beside me. I could see a hopeful look on his face, but I knew he had no idea how to get things started between us. I didn't know myself, but I was going to think up something. "Is there nothing better on TV?" I asked Jamie. "We could watch some porn movies," Jamie blurted out. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in complete amazement at my brother's lack of tact. Pam and Sarah both dropped their heads, trying not to laugh. I looked at Jamie sternly. I think he realized what he said was not the best thing in that situation. "Why don't we play a board game or something," I suggested, trying to keep Jamie from looking so stupid. "Cool," Sarah said. "Yeah. That's pretty cool. What do you want to play?" Pam asked. Jamie blurted out again, "How about strip poker?" I just grimaced again. Then Sarah surprised me. "That could be fun," she grinned. I looked hard at Sarah. I could see she was very serious. I cut my eyes at Pam and saw her looking at me. I could tell that it was cool with her too. "Are you chicks serious about playing?" I asked, knowing what the response would be. "Sure," they both said at the same time. Jamie said, "Cool. Let me get some cards." "But I don't know how to play poker." Sarah said. "Is there something else we could play besides poker?" Jamie said, "We could just draw for the low card. We each pick a card off the deck. Whoever has the low card loses, and has to take off something." "That's cool then," Sarah said. Jamie left and went upstairs to his room to get a deck of cards. I looked between both of my friends and asked, "Are you cool with playing? You know we'll end up naked and fooling around with Jamie." "I want to," Sarah said, almost bashful. "Okay, then," I said, smiling. Jamie came running back down the stairs and into the family room. He walked in with a big grin on his face. I knew he had to feel like he had won the lottery or something. He had three girls ready to get naked for him, and possibly have sex with him. He moved the coffee table out of the way, and we all got down on the floor in a circle. Pam sat on my right, and Sarah on my left. Jamie was sitting across from me. I knew he wanted the others to be close to him. I didn't mind. I was sure they wanted to be close to him too. "How do we play?" Sarah asked, expectantly. Jamie explained how to play, "One of us shuffles the cards. Then each of us draws a card from the deck. Aces are the highest cards, then kings, queens, and so on. If two of us have the same low card, then we just redo that hand." I grinned and said, "Cool. You can shuffle the whole game. I don't think it will matter if you even know how to cheat at this." Pam and Sarah both grinned back at me. Jamie watched us too. He had to know we were up to something. He shuffled the cards and set the deck on the floor in front of us. Jamie said, "Wait a second. Let's make this a little simpler. Why don't we all take off our shoes and socks so we can speed this along?" "You just want us all to get naked sooner is all," I said, teasing him. "But that's cool." I started taking off my shoes. Sarah and Pam didn't say anything and just went along with me. We each drew a card, with the person drawing the lowest card having to take off something. I lost the first hand and took off my top. Jamie lost the next hand. He decided to take off his shirt. I glanced at Sarah. She was almost drooling looking at his abs. I knew then that she was more than ready to have some fun with him. The game went along fairly quickly. Pam was the first to lose all her clothes. She wasn't embarrassed at all though, but then she had been naked in front of Jamie before. He stared at her pussy like it was the first time though. I lost the last of my clothes on the next hand. Sarah was still wearing her panties. Jamie then lost the next hand, and the last of his clothes. We had already been staring at the big bulge in his boxers. When he slid them off, I watched Sarah as she stared intently at his handsome cock. I couldn't help staring at it either. It made me horny to see his hard shaft. The head of his cock was so sexy. I wanted his cock as bad as Pam and Sarah. Sarah was the last of us with any clothes on. "Why don't you go ahead and join us, Sarah," Jamie said, grinning. "But I won! I shouldn't have to take off everything," she said, teasing him. "C'mon, Sarah. Please?" Jamie pleaded. Sarah smiled at him as she stood up. She looked so cute wearing light blue bikini panties. She turned slightly to show Jamie her tight little panty covered butt. Jamie noticed and stared intently. Pam and I both almost giggled as Jamie grabbed his cock and squeezed it. Pam giggled and said, "I think you better take those off, sweetie ... before Jamie rips them off you." Sarah looked at Jamie and said, "He doesn't have to rip them off. He can take them off for me if he wants." She kept looking down at Jamie, and bit her bottom lip slightly. I was surprised at how bold Sarah was being with Jamie. I was certain that things were about to get very naughty between the four of us. Jamie reached up and hooked Sarah's panties with his thumbs and slid them down her hips and legs. Jamie's eyes never left her pussy though, as he pulled her panties down completely. Sarah stepped out of them, spreading her legs apart some so that Jamie could see her pussy better. She was really enjoying the attention he was giving her. Getting naked together playing cards had been fun. I thought it might be even more fun to play another game. "Hey guys. Let's play something else." "Like what?" Pam asked. "Well ... we could play the same game as before. Except this time, the person with the high card gets to do whatever they want with the person with the low card, for one minute." Jamie looked at me with concern, "But what if that is me and you?" I knew he wasn't sure about doing something with me in front of Sarah. I decided I would let him know that Sarah didn't mind if he and I had sex, but not just yet. I said, "Okay, then. We will let the winner chose who has to do something with the loser." Pam and Sarah both agreed with that idea. They both knew it was only a matter of time before Jamie and I would be licking or sucking each other. We decided to let Jamie shuffle the cards each time. We all drew a card for the first hand. I won, and Jamie lost. Pam looked at me expectantly. I figured she was hoping I would do something with Jamie in front of Sarah. I wasn't quite ready for that, so I made him kiss and play with Pam's breasts. She seemed happy about that at least. Jamie moved over in front of Pam. She leaned up to him, and he took her into his arms and started kissing her deeply. His hands found her breasts and began to softly play with them, as they continued kissing. After a minute was over, we drew the next hand. Pam won this time, and I lost. Pam had me kiss Sarah passionately while playing with her breasts. I could tell that Sarah was a bit self-conscious about Jamie watching her with another chick. I made her forget all about Jamie though, as I leaned her back on the floor and gave her a deep kiss. I massaged her breasts gently, and squeezed her rock hard nipples. When the minute ended, I glanced quickly at Jamie and winked at him. He looked like he was ready to jump on both of us. His cock was throbbing, and wet on the tip. Sarah won the next hand, with me losing again. I saw her glancing between Jamie and me, so I wasn't too surprised with her demand. "Mel. You ... umm ... have to kiss Jamie and ... play with his cock at the same time," she said, looking at me. I could tell she was hoping she had not made me mad. I looked at Jamie, smiled and said, "You heard the girl, brother dear." I got up and moved beside Jamie. We kissed tentatively at first. But when my hand wrapped around his hard cock, he became very passionate with the kiss. I didn't resist when he leaned me down to the floor, our tongues dancing together. I didn't play with his cock too much, because I knew he had to be close to an orgasm. I didn't want him to cum just yet. I cut my eyes toward Sarah while we kissed. She was biting her lip, with her hand rubbing between her legs. I glanced over at Pam and saw her rubbing her pussy too, while pinching one of her nipples. Jamie and I didn't stop kissing. We just forgot about the game at that point. I broke the kiss with Jamie and looked directly at Sarah. "Come here, girl." I leaned back from Jamie a little, but was still holding his throbbing cock. Sarah didn't hesitate as she crawled over to us on her hands and knees. "Suck my brother's cock," I said, firmly. Sarah slid over Jamie's legs, and took his cock from my hand. She rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, letting his cock slide inside a little. She pulled her mouth away, and gazed at the sexy head. She kissed it and swirled her tongue around it, before she took as much of his shaft as she could into her mouth. She sucked on maybe half of his cock at the most. Jamie was in heaven though. I was rubbing his chest, while he was getting his first blowjob from Sarah. His hand found my breast and began massaging it. Pam was rubbing her pussy, staring at the three of us. I looked at her intently, spreading my legs apart as an invitation for her to join me. She moved over between my legs, placing her mouth over my clit, her soft tongue licked at it furiously. I noticed that Sarah was rubbing her clit while she sucked Jamie's shaft. She was using her mouth on his cock so good. Jamie was rubbing her head, obviously enjoying what Sarah was doing to him. Pam's mouth and tongue brought me to a quick orgasm. I started moaning loudly, holding her head tightly against my pussy as my body went rigid. That seemed to set Jamie off as well. His hips lurched upward, pushing as much of his cock into Sarah's mouth as she would allow him. He grunted and began cumming. Some of his sperm was flowing from her mouth and down his shaft, but Sarah was doing a decent good job of swallowing most of it. I leaned up, pushed Pam on her back and moved between her legs. I smiled at her as I lowered my mouth to her wet pussy. I was determined to make her cum as hard as I had. I looked over at Sarah playing with Jamie's softening cock. "Jamie. You owe Sarah something," I said, grinning. They looked at each other and Jamie began moving and lowering Sarah onto her back. She was lying almost next to Pam as I licked and sucked on her clit, my arms holding each of her trembling legs. Jamie moved over Sarah, wrapping his lips around a hard nipple. Sarah held his head as he sucked and licked her gently. He alternated between nipples, giving each the same attention. Jamie kissed down her body until his lips were over her pussy. He began to lick her the same way he does me. Sarah was writhing from his licking and sucking. Pam grabbed my head and screamed out as her orgasm started. "Oh fuck, Mel! Just like that! Don't stopppppp!" I fluttered my tongue over her swollen clit, as her legs held my head tightly against her pussy. I held my mouth against her pussy firmly, as she soaked my face with her juices. I heard Sarah moaning loudly as well, while she had an orgasm from Jamie's licking. We all relaxed when Pam and Sarah's orgasms were over. We knew we weren't finished though. We still had the afternoon to play together. Still breathing hard, Sarah said, "I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that." Jamie smiled at her and said, "Glad you liked it. You did a hell of a job on my cock earlier." Pam and I just smiled at each other. Jamie asked Sarah, "Are you a virgin?" "Yeah. And I'm not on birth control either. So if you're thinking about asking, we can't," she said smiling, reluctantly. Jamie lay back on the floor, putting his hands on his head, grimacing. "Damn. Three chicks here and I can't fuck any of them!" he said, exasperated. I was shaking my head in disgust when Pam blurted out while smiling, "Maybe we could get Penny to come over then." Jamie looked at her sternly and said, "How do you know about Penny?" "Sarah and I ... we saw you the other night at my house," Pam said, proudly. He leaned up and exclaimed, "What? ... How?" "We spied on you and Penny while you were in her room," she said, grinning. Jamie looked at Sarah and asked, "You were with her too?" Sarah nodded her head, "Yep. We watched you guys most of the time." "Who else was there?" I watched as Pam and Sarah looked at each other. I knew they were wondering if they should tell him about Peter and Kari being there too. I blurted out, "Oh, go ahead and tell him. It's not like what you guys did is gonna shock him," I said, somewhat irritated. Jamie looked at me, questioningly. Pam then confessed, "Okay ... Peter and Kari were with us too. We all spied on you and Penny having sex." "Shit! Does your sister know?" "She sure does! She is the one that set things up for us to watch." "Damn that sister of yours!" he said rolling on his back, almost laughing at the situation. Jamie then looked back at Pam, "Did you perverts like watching?" Sarah pushed at him for calling her a pervert as Pam said, "Yep. You guys put on a great show ... very inspiring." "Inspiring, huh? So what did you guys do after I left?" "We uh ... we fooled around some," Pam stuttered. "Fooled around? C'mon, Pam. Fess up." "We ended up doing each other in my bedroom," Pam said, trying not to be embarrassed. "Peter was in your room with you chicks naked?" "Yeah ... he was there," she said, blushing. "Jesus, Pam. You fooled around with your brother, didn't you?" "We all did," she said softly, looking at Sarah who was blushing too. "Why are you embarrassed? You've known about me and Mel fooling around for months," he said before remembering Sarah was there too. "Oh, shit." I said, "Sarah already knows about the two of us fooling around for months now ... actually, she knows about the three of us playing together. We told her today about the sex that we have been having for a while now. It's cool with her." Jamie looked at Sarah, "You won't say anything to anyone? You know what would happen if people found out about me and Mel." "I wouldn't hurt you or Mel like that. Mel and Pam are my best friends. I wouldn't say anything to hurt either one of them ... or you." "You're a cool chick. But you can't ever tell ... even if you get pissed off. Okay?" "Don't worry. I won't ever hurt you like that. I promise." "Cool then. I still wish I could fuck one of you chicks!" he said, sighing. "Would you ... really want to fuck me?" Pam asked, shyly. "Are you kidding?! Fuck, yeah! Are you saying you will let me?" "Maybe. But I'm not on birth control." "I thought you were a virgin and didn't want to fuck a guy yet?" "I'm still a virgin. But I would like to ... if you want to. But I don't want to get pregnant." "I have condoms in my room. Would using one of them be okay with you?" Pam looked over at me. I was shocked at what she was saying. She looked back at Jamie. "Okay. If you wear a condom, then we can fuck," she said, sheepishly. Jamie got up and took Pam by her hand, pulling her up from the floor. "You aren't going to back out when we start, are you?" "No. I won't back out." I got up and stood beside them. "Let's go up to my room." "I'll meet you there," Jamie said as he went on up to his room. Pam, Sarah and I walked up the stairs together. Jamie was already in his bedroom, while we went into mine. I turned Pam to face me, holding her arms. "Are you sure about this?" "Yeah. I'm sure. I'm tired of being a virgin. Penny and Kari get to fuck all they want. I want to enjoy the same things they get to do." I was not sure what we were all about to get into. Pam was about to lose her virginity! Sarah couldn't keep her eyes off of Jamie. I was afraid she was about to say she might want to fuck Jamie too. I wasn't ready to fuck anyone yet, much less my brother with my friends watching. I guess I was more worried about Sarah than anyone else though. What would her mom say to me if she lost her virginity to Jamie before she was on birth control? Should I tell Mrs. Clark any of this? ------- Chapter 8 Pam sat down on my bed. I didn't know who was more nervous with what was about to happen. One of my best friends was going to lose her virginity to my brother, in my room! None of us knew what else to say to each other. Pam told me she was ready to do this. I figured she knew what she wanted. Jamie came back in the room with a few condoms in his hand. I watched my naked brother walk over and sit close to Pam. His cock was already hard. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for them to lie on. I didn't want blood on my bedspread. I didn't want Mom asking me if I was fucking already. Pam moved onto the bed. Jamie kneeled on the bed beside her and opened the condom package. He handed it to her to put it on his cock for him. She put the condom against the tip of his cock and rolled it down the length. Jamie moved between her legs, placing his hand over her pussy, massaging it and slipping a finger inside. He gently fucked her for a short time before adding another finger. I could see that she was very wet, but I was still scared for my friend. I was afraid it was going to hurt her pretty bad when Jamie put his cock inside her the first time. After removing his fingers from her pussy, Jamie moved the tip of his cock against her opening, and leaned down closer to her, kissing her intimately. I was glad my brother did that. I wanted Pam to feel special. The kiss went on for a few moments when I saw his hips thrust forward, pushing the head of his cock inside her. Pam's eyes went wide in anticipation. She took a deep breath and waited for his cock to push again. He paused for only a moment before he began slowly pushing his shaft inside her. I watched Pam's expression, but I couldn't resist glancing back down between their bodies to watch Jamie's cock pushing inside her little pussy. He didn't stop until his entire cock was embedded inside her. I was surprised that Pam didn't seem to be hurting. Her body relaxed as Jamie began to slowly thrust into her. He softly asked if she was okay, and she nodded. He began fucking her more urgently. Sarah and I moved toward the end of the bed to better watch his cock moving in and out. The sight of my brother fucking one of my best friends was awesome. I moved my hand to touch my own pussy. I glanced at Sarah and saw her touching herself, too. Jamie began to thrust harder and faster. I listened as Pam began to moan loudly. I slid a finger inside myself, and started fucking my own pussy. I didn't care that Sarah was beside me. I needed and wanted what Pam was getting at that moment. Jamie then grunted and pushed his hips hard against Pam. I knew he was cumming inside her. My brother was fucking and spurting inside my friend on my bed. Pam held him tightly, her legs wrapped around him. I was so envious of her again. He then collapsed over her body as his orgasm finished. Pam's eyes had been closed, but she opened them when he pulled himself away from her body. I watched his cock slide out of her pussy, still covered with the condom. The end of the condom was filled with his sperm. Sarah and I moved up the bed, closer to Pam. Jamie got up and pulled the condom off his cock. He left to go to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I put my hand on her arm and asked, "Are you okay, girl?" "God, yes. That was so good. I knew your brother would be awesome for my first time," she said, beaming. "It didn't hurt any?" I asked, amazed. "No. It was a little uncomfortable at first. I swear I thought he was going to split me in two with his cock at first. I have never felt so full down there!" I leaned down to see if she was bleeding any. I hadn't noticed any blood on the condom. I was surprised that she didn't hurt at least a little since it was her first time. I didn't see any blood though. I said, "Chick, you must have broken your cherry before today. That was too easy and there's no blood." "Well ... I did ... while masturbating." I looked at her and smiled, "Have you been using something to masturbate with, other than your fingers?" Jamie walked back in the room and sat down on the other side of the bed. "Uh huh, I've been using a vibrator," she said, grinning. Sarah and I both looked at her in disbelief. Jamie smiled and said, "I didn't think you were a virgin." Pam defensively said, "I was too a virgin! I just didn't have a cherry is all." "Chill out, chick. It's cool," he said. "Where did you get a vibrator from?" I asked, suspiciously. "Well it really isn't my vibrator..." "It's your mom's?!" "Yep. Actually I used my hairbrush handle the first time. After I found Mom's vibrator, I started using it whenever I could," she said, blushing again. "Shit. I guess everyone's mom has one then," Jamie said, chuckling. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Mom has one too," he said. I looked at him, suspiciously surprised. "What? You didn't know? I figured you would've found it by now ... and been fucking your own pussy with it." I just sat there not knowing what to say. Sarah said to me, "I bet my mom has one too then. You know they are best friends. I bet they got one at the same time too." I said, "Well shit. No wonder you enjoyed your first time with a real dick," I said, looking at Jamie sarcastically. He teasingly said, "You should try it, sis. I can go get it from Mom's room if you want?" Jamie got up and started to leave the room. Sarah said, "Shit! He's going to get it." I jumped up and ran after him. "Jamie, wait!" I said. "What do you think you're doing?!" "It's cool, Mel. I was just gonna show it to you chicks is all. Actually, Mom has a lot of toys ... and some really sexy things," he said grinning. "Jamie, don't tell Sarah and Pam about the rest of Mom's stuff. Okay?" "Whatever. It's no big deal though." "Maybe not to you. But that's Mom's private stuff. So don't tell anyone. Please?" "Alright. But you have to do something for me," he said, grinning. "Wait a minute, you dork. Don't you dare try to blackmail me!" I said, angrily. "I'm not, Mel. I didn't mean that. I figure we could all have some more fun." "Okay. But don't you ever try to say I have to do something." Jamie went on to our parents' room to get Mom's vibrator. I walked back to my room and joined Sarah and Pam on the bed. Pam was sitting up on the bed. I lay down on my side in front of Pam. From where I was lying, I could stare right at her pussy. It seemed swollen like mine does after masturbating for a while. I moved my hand to her pussy and slid a finger inside to tease her. She didn't mind what I was doing though. Her pussy was still very wet. I could tell she was still very horny. "You can do that all you want, Mel," she grinned at me. "I can't believe you took your own cherry with a hairbrush," I told her. "Do you use your mom's vibrator often?" "Maybe a few times a week," Pam admitted. "I can only use it when she isn't around. She keeps it in her bedside table. I guess Dad knows about it. He probably uses it with her too." Jamie came back in the room, holding a purple vibrator in the air, and said, "Who wants to use this one?" We all started giggling. I was still pissed at Jamie for getting it out of Mom's room, but I couldn't help finding it funny, too. Jamie looked at Sarah, "Do you want to try it?" "I don't think so!" Pam said to her, "Why not? It's not the same as a cock. You won't lose your virginity ... just you cherry." "Pam!" Sarah exclaimed. "Why not, Sarah? Chick, it feels so much better than just your fingers. Trust me. I have cum so much using Mom's. And ... the first time you really fuck will be much better. Jamie didn't hurt me at all." she said, sincerely. I could see that Sarah was seriously considering what Pam was saying. "You can do it now when it is just us," Pam explained. "No one will walk in on you or anything. You can lose your cherry now with us here. We can help make you feel good, too." "I don't know..." "Trust me, Sarah," Pam said. "It only hurts a little at first. It may not hurt much at all." Sarah sighed and gave in to her own desire to try it. "Okay. But Mel has to do it too." "No way, chicks. No," I said, insistently. "Not gonna happen." Pam asked, "Mel, what's the big deal? You heard everything I told Sarah..." "I heard all that," I stated. "But use my mom's vibrator to bust my cherry? I don't think so." "What if we used something else?" Pam grinned. "Like a hairbrush?" I said, inquisitively. "Yeah, right." "Sure, chick. Why not? I did. It works just as good." I rolled my eyes at all of them. Sarah looked at me pleadingly, "Mel, do it. Please? I don't want to be the only one doing this." I sighed as I looked at my best friend. "Okay," I relented. "But I'm not using the vibrator." Pam moved off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She looked around for a moment before she picked up one of my hairbrushes. She turned and held it up for everyone to see. "Here is a good one," she grinned. I looked again at Sarah. She was still pleading with me with her eyes. "Alright," I said in disgust. Pam came over and put her arms around me. "This will be fun," she said, sincerely. "Let me use the hairbrush with you." Pam looked toward Sarah. "Jamie can use the vibrator on Sarah." I looked over at Sarah and Jamie. She was blushing while he grinned. Jamie moved closer to Sarah, touching her thigh with his hand, very close to her pussy. I could see her apprehension. "Let me do you ... and Jamie will do Sarah," Pam said as she pushed me back on the bed. Jamie leaned Sarah back on the bed beside me. "Don't worry, chicks," Pam said. "We'll be gentle." I turned my head to look at Sarah. I could see she was nervous. I asked Sarah, "Do you really want to do this?" "Yeah. You saw how easy it was for Pam when Jamie fucked her. I would rather lose my cherry now, and not the first time I fuck a guy. Don't you?" What she said made sense. I knew doing this would make it better the first time I fucked a guy, no matter who that turned out to be. I then felt Pam put a finger inside me, slowly fucking me. I looked at Jamie and saw him doing the same thing. I glanced at Sarah's face and knew she loved the attention that Jamie was giving her. I looked back at Pam and saw her staring at my pussy, before sliding a second finger inside. I felt so full with her fingers inside me. I began to anticipate how the hairbrush handle would feel. Pam took her fingers out and picked up the hairbrush. She held it so the end of the handle was against my opening. She started rubbing my thigh softly with one hand as she slowly worked the end of the handle against my opening. I moved my hips up as she gently pushed the brush against me. Pam looked at me with lust. I was getting very turned on by what was happening. I wanted Pam to take my cherry. I grabbed the hand she was rubbing me with, and looked at her with pleading eyes. She knew I was ready. Pam started pushing the handle into me. I felt my pussy stretching open as the handle began to fill me. I felt some pressure and looked wide-eyed at Pam, but she was determined not to stop. I felt a sharp pain as she pushed it further inside. I closed my eyes and my body became very tense. I felt Pam rubbing me as she stopped pushing the handle. I felt so full with it in me. The pain was still there though. I felt something on my clit. I looked and saw that Pam had leaned down and began licking me softly. She slowly pulled back on the handle. I felt the pain again, but it was not nearly as bad. She began a steady rhythm with the brush, fucking me with it gently. Sarah grabbed my arm tightly. I glanced over and saw that Jamie had pushed Mom's vibrator all the way inside her. I looked at Sarah's face with concern. I was scared that Jamie had hurt her too much. I saw a slight grimace and her grip on my arm eased. Pam kept fucking me with the hairbrush, while I watched Jamie slide the vibrator slowly out. He also began a steady rhythm of pushing Mom's vibrator in and out. Sarah seemed to relax, and I turned my attention back to what Pam was doing to me. Pam said, "Feel good?" "It's starting to." She leaned down to me and said, "I'm gonna make you feel wonderful." Pam kissed me hard as she start fucking me steadily with the hairbrush. I began to meet her thrust with my hips, fucking the handle myself. "That's it, sweetie. Fuck back at me, bitch. This is my cock fucking your pussy, you little slut," she said with a look I had never seen before. I didn't care then what she said, or how she said it to me. I wanted her to fuck me hard. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply. I pulled my mouth back from hers, "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy with your cock. Please fuck me hard!" "That's my little bitch. Talk dirty to me, Mel. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." "Please, Pam ... Fuck me!!" Pam leaned down and licked and sucked my clit hard. My orgasm took over and I couldn't see or hear anything. I knew I was screaming out, but I wasn't aware of anything else but the intense feelings of my orgasm. I began to relax after some time went by. Pam was lying beside me, stroking my hair with one hand, while she held the hairbrush still in my pussy with the other hand. I shook my head, trying to regain my senses. I turned to look at Sarah. She and Jamie were kissing while he slowly fucked her with Mom's vibrator. Pam said to me, "She came too. But sweetie you came like crazy." "God! I don't even remember any of it." I was still trembling some from the intensity of the orgasm. Sarah stopped kissing Jamie and turned to look at me. We seemed to say thanks to each other with our eyes. I was glad I had let Pam talk us into this. I was glad it was Pam that had taken my cherry too. Pam slid the hairbrush from my pussy and held it for me to see. I could see traces of blood on the handle, but not too much. We all got up off the bed. I could see that Sarah had bled a little too. We all sat on the bed, with Pam and Jamie smiling at us. I was blushing thinking about losing my cherry to a chick, with my brother doing the same to my best friend. I looked at Sarah and realized she was just as embarrassed as me. I also noticed her staring at Jamie's hard cock again. Jamie held his cock and said to Sarah, "I hope that didn't hurt too bad." "It was okay," Sarah replied. "It hurt a little at first, but after a few minutes it felt really good." "Cool. I know you came pretty hard," Jamie told her. "I think my sister enjoyed losing her cherry, too." "You had as much fun as any of us, dork," I informed him. "You got to take Sarah's cherry and Pam's virginity. You BETTER not say a word to any of your friends either. Or the three of us will kick your sorry ass." "You know I won't say anything," he said. "Why would I screw up such a good thing with you girls?" "Who says you have a good thing with us?" I asked, teasingly. "Who says anything else will ever happen?" He just smiled at me knowing there would be plenty more sex between at least the two of us. I hated that he felt so smug about it. But I liked fooling around with him too. So we both got something out of it. Sarah said, "Um ... I was wondering..." "What, chica?" "You said that you and Jamie do each other. I was wondering..." I shook my head incredulously, "Sarah! God! You want to see me and Jamie get each other off?" "Uh huh." I sighed and said, "Well, dear brother. Are you up for it?" I looked at his hard cock. "Opps. I see you are 'up' for it," I said, giggling. "I don't know about this," he said. I noticed him looking at my pussy. I realized he wasn't crazy about licking me when I could still be bleeding. "You don't have to," I said. "I think Sarah can live with just watching me suck you off." I crawled over to Jamie, got between his legs, and made a show of grabbing his cock and licking it. I wanted Sarah to get a really good show of me sucking off his cock. I took him as far in my mouth as I could too. I still needed to work at not gagging though. Jamie was running his fingers through my hair while I bobbed my mouth on his cock. I glanced at Sarah as she stared at us. I knew she was turned on watching us. I glanced over at Pam and saw her finger fucking herself. I thought it would be cool to watch Jamie fuck her again. So I took his cock from my mouth and said, "Pam, sweetie. Wouldn't you rather have this inside your pussy?" I asked, waving his cock at her. Pam looked at Jamie, "Do you want to do it again?" "Shit, yeah!" he exclaimed, almost pushing me off the bed to get over to her. Jamie got Pam to get on her hands and knees on the bed so he could do her doggie style. After putting on a condom, Jamie got behind her and teased her opening with the head of his shaft. Then he slid easily inside her tight little pussy for the second time that day. I saw the look of pleasure on Pam's face as he started thrusting into her from behind. His pace became intense as he slammed into her harder. Pam began to moan loudly as Sarah and I watched Jamie's balls slapping against her clit each time he thrust hard into her. Pam began wailing as her orgasm started. Her eyes squeezed shut from the intense pleasure Jamie's cock was giving her pussy. Sarah and I stared intently at them, then at each other. We both knew we wanted to do this. But I knew that neither of us was going to risk getting pregnant, even with using a condom. I wasn't sure I could lose my virginity to my brother either, no matter how good he was at fucking a chick. I knew I didn't want someone inexperienced either though. Jamie took several long hard thrusts into Pam before he began cumming inside her. His eyes were shut tightly as his cock erupted inside her tight pussy. After about a minute, he pulled his cock from her with the condom tip filled with sperm again. As Pam and Jamie relaxed from their second fuck, I grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her off the bed with me. "We need to go get cleaned up, chica," I said softly, as I pulled her with me to the bathroom. "I have a pad or tampon you can use too." Sarah hugged me tightly while we were alone in the bathroom. "Thanks, Mel. I know you probably didn't want to lose your cherry to Pam like that. But I wanted Jamie to do that to me ... and I was afraid to do it alone. I didn't know what everyone would think of me later." "It's cool, girl," I said, hugging her back. "I'm glad I did it. Now I don't have to worry about it hurting when I do lose my virginity. Are you still gonna talk to your mom?" "Yeah. You need to talk to your mom too," Sarah said. "Maybe they'll let us go on the pill now." "I hope so. Because I'm ready to get fucked!" I said, giggling and laughing with my best friend. Pam came into the bathroom with us, "This all stays between us. Please don't tell anyone that I'm not a virgin anymore." "We won't tell," I assured her. "I can't guarantee my big brother won't run his big mouth. But if he wants to play around with me anymore, I think he knows better than to say anything. I'll remind him of that tonight." We went back to the bedroom where Jamie was waiting. I looked at him, grinned and said, "You better go wash Mom's vibrator." "Shit. I almost forgot about it," he said, and looked around until he remembered where he had laid it. ------- Pam, Sarah and I went back downstairs to get our clothes to get dressed. Jamie joined us down in the family room. He seemed rather disappointed that we were getting dressed. I'm sure he was interested in staring at us naked for the rest of the day. But I didn't want to take the risk of Mom or Daddy walking in on us. We all went into the kitchen to get something to drink. Sarah was hanging all over Jamie. Jamie was teasing her, touching and tickling her. Pam and I both heard him whisper to her that he wanted to be her first. I knew Sarah wouldn't do anything else that afternoon. I was feeling a bit sore, and I was certain she was too. I wasn't too worried about Jamie talking her into letting him fuck her. Sarah just smiled at him, looking down a little embarrassed. But her desire for my brother was easy for me to see. Jamie sat with us watching TV until he got a call from one of his friends, and left for the rest of the afternoon. I asked Pam and Sarah if they wanted to spend the night. They had to call home, but everything was cool as I told them they could wear some of my clothes if they wanted. Sarah just had to be home by early afternoon the next day because of a dentist appointment. We all slept together in my bed. I lay between my two best friends. Mom came in and checked to see if we needed anything, then left to go downstairs. We cuddled and kissed some, talking about what had happened that afternoon again. We all got horny again and took off our nighties. We enjoyed touching each other, leaning to kiss and suck each other nipples at times. I told Pam that it was so hot watching her fuck Jamie. "I couldn't believe how horny I got watching you two. I knew it would be exciting to watch, but I never expected to feel the way I did." "Did you want to join us?" Pam grinned. "Yeah ... actually I did," I told her. "If I wasn't a virgin ... I might have." "Maybe both of your moms will let you go on birth control," Pam said. "I know I'm gonna ask mine this week." "I guess I will too," I said. "Jamie felt great, but I would like to feel his cum inside me," Pam said, giggling, which just got all of us giggling. "I think I know what you mean," I said. "Seems like you are getting cheated when you use condoms, I guess." I turned and whispered to Sarah, "I think you are hot for my brother." "He already has a girlfriend," she said. "He just likes playing with me is all." "Are you talking about Brenda?" I asked, and she nodded. "Girl, he dumped that bitch a little over a week ago." "Seriously?" "Totally," I stated. "He told me so himself." "He probably likes Penny now though," she said. She obviously was afraid to get her hopes up. "Sarah, they're just fucking," I said. "How do you know?" "I know my brother," I asserted. "He's not crushing on Penny." "He wouldn't be interested in me," she said, sorta pouting. "I don't know, missy," I stated. "I saw how he was looking at you." "You're full of shit." "Maybe ... but I know what I saw. I think he would be crazy not to like you. Penny is a slut anyways," I said. Turning my head to Pam, "Sorry, chick." "No need to be sorry. She is a slut," Pam said, causing all of us to giggle. Sarah said, "He would be more interested in Pam anyways." "I think he does like you, Sarah," Pam said. "I saw what Mel saw too. I'm not that interested in him anyways. I kinda like Mike Walcott anyways." "Figures. He is a cutie," I told her. I then said to Sarah, "Pam and I will get you set up with Jamie ... if ya want us too?" "No. Well ... if you do, that would be cool." "Hey, girl. What are best friends for?" I asked, smiling. We kissed and cuddled up to each other, and fell asleep. ------- The next morning I woke up and realized Mom was in the room. "Wake up sleepy heads. Breakfast is ready when you get dressed." As I was wiping my eyes, I realized we hadn't gotten dressed again before we fell asleep! I pulled the cover up over my breasts. Pam and Sarah also did the same as Mom smiled at us and left the room. "Oh shit! Do you think your mom thinks we were fooling around last night?" Sarah asked in a panic. "Probably not," I said. "If she says anything, let's just tell her we got hot during the night." "She probably already thinks we got 'hot' together," Pam said, jokingly. Sarah and I both attacked her with our pillows before we got up and got dressed. We made our way down to the kitchen, curious to see if Mom would ask us any questions. Surprisingly, she said nothing. She acted like everything was normal. Sarah whispered to me when Mom walked out of the kitchen, "I guess your mom doesn't suspect anything about last night." "Probably not," I replied. "Don't worry about it." I figured Mom probably did suspect something. She had to know that Sarah and I fooled around. If she had seen any pictures of Pam and Penny, she probably was certain we had played together. Apparently, it didn't bother her. But why should it if she was maybe doing the same things with Mrs. Clark or Mrs. Rayner. ------- After we ate breakfast, I asked Mom if I could go with Sarah to her house for the day. As I suspected, she didn't have a problem with that at all. We rode our bikes back over to Pam's house so Sarah could get her things. Pam's mom had some things for her to do, so Sarah and I went over to her house for a while. We walked into the kitchen and saw her mom standing at the sink. "Mom, I'm back," Sarah stated. Mrs. Clark turned to face us. A smile appeared on her face as she saw me standing with her daughter. "Hi, girls. How are you doing, Melissa?" "Hi, Mrs. Clark. I'm doing okay." "Are you staying for a while?" she asked, and I nodded. "Sarah, remember you have a dentist appointment later." "Okay, Mom. We'll be upstairs." We hung out in Sarah's room. We talked about how we both were going to bring up the idea of us going on birth control with our moms. I wondered about what I could tell my mom. I just didn't know how she was going to react. I thought about maybe talking with Mrs. Clark and seeing if she could talk to Mom. But then I would have to explain why I wanted her to let Sarah go on birth control, too. We talked until Mrs. Clark knocked on the door and told us to come downstairs and eat a sandwich before Sarah had to leave. We followed her down the stairs. I noticed Mrs. Clark glancing back quickly at me more than once. I knew she was interested in being alone with me again. I also knew that if Mr. Clark took Sarah, I could hang out with Mrs. Clark while she was gone. We quietly ate our sandwiches. Mr. Clark joined us in the kitchen as well. I realized he was staring at me most of the time, too. At first I felt self-conscious. Then I started enjoying his attention. I thought it was so cool for a sexy older man to be so interested in me. I started smiling at him when Sarah wasn't looking at me. I felt confused about the feelings I had. I wasn't in love with Mr. Clark, but I loved being around him. He made me feel so sexy. Mrs. Clark seemed to notice the stares as well. She would look between us, smiling at us. We finished eating and Sarah went to get ready to leave for her appointment. I wondered who was going to take her. Sarah came back into the kitchen ready to leave. "Honey, will you take Sarah to the dentist?" Mrs. Clark asked her husband. "I need to do a few errands this afternoon" "Sure," he said. "Ready to go, sweetheart?" "Yeah," Sarah said. She turned to me and asked, "Can you stay? I won't be gone too long." "I guess." I said, glancing at Mrs. Clark. "Melissa can stay and help me out while you're gone," she said, smiling. Mrs. Clark walked to the door with Sarah and Mr. Clark as they left. She came back into the kitchen and sat by me. I was finished eating, but didn't quite know what to do or say. "Are you okay, sweetie?" "Yeah. I guess..." I said, unsure what to say next. "Did something happen since Friday that you want to talk about?" I thought quickly about what I should and shouldn't say. "Yes, ma'am." "Are you upset about what you did with Bob and me?" I could sense she was concerned about how I might be feeling after having had time to think about the sex we had together the other night. "No. No way. What we did was way cool," I reassured her. "I had so much fun with you and your husband." Mrs. Clark reached for my hand. "We had fun too," she told me. "You were a very sexy birthday present for Bob. We both hope you will want to spend more time with us alone soon." "I'd like that." "Bob loved the way you sucked his cock," she said. "I loved watching you make him feel so good. He seemed to especially enjoy watching you lick his cum from my pussy." "It was pretty wild," I admitted. "I never thought I could lick you with him watching, but it was so much fun." "We have some time before Bob gets back with Sarah," she noted. "Do you want to go up to my bedroom so we can talk?" I knew she had more in mind than talking. I didn't care though. My pussy was already wet thinking about what we had done with her husband a few nights before. I was anxious to tell her about some of the things I had done since that night. She held my hand as we went upstairs and into the bedroom. As soon as we were inside, she turned to me and began to undress. "We might as well get comfortable. Don't you think?" she said, smiling with excitement. I smiled sheepishly and nodded my head. I pulled off my top and removed my bra. My nipples were already hard. I slid my shorts down my legs and kicked them over next to the bed. I slid my panties down, as Mrs. Clark watched intently while she removed hers. She took my hand again and we lay down beside each other on the bed. She touched my face with her hand before pressing her soft lips to mine. I felt her tongue slip between my lips. I began to kiss her deeper. There was something so wild about kissing a grown woman like she was my boyfriend. I felt her hand touching my breast and nipple. I moaned into her mouth as our bodies came together. I loved feeling her body against mine. Mrs. Clark broke our kiss. "You are so precious, Melissa," she said, endearingly. "I could make love to you all afternoon. I love kissing you and touching your body." Almost breathless, I said, "I love it too. You make me feel so good. I know this is wrong though." "Why do you say that, honey?" "Well ... you're a grownup ... and I'm..." "You're a lovely young lady," she stated firmly. "We can stop though ... if you want?" "No ... no. I just keep wondering what would happen if someone found out." "That's always a risk," she acknowledged. "I think it makes things even more exciting. But I don't want you to ever feel like you have to do something that scares you. Do you understand?" "Yeah ... it's cool," I said. "You know, what we're doing together and all, we just have to be careful. I keep thinking that my mom would freak out if she found out what we're doing. But you said before that she knows something..." "I told you that I tell your mom almost everything." "Does she know we've had sex?" "She knows that we're close, Melissa," she said. "Your mom is fine with you spending time with me." "But does she know that you and I..." "She knows what she needs to know, sweetie. Don't worry about it," she said reassuringly, while placing her fingers over my mouth. I became even more frustrated. Mrs. Clark just wouldn't answer my question about what exactly Mom knew about us. She touched my nipples and squeezed them gently while smiling at me. "So what have you and Sarah been up to lately?" I panicked for a moment, wondering what I should and shouldn't tell her. "Sarah and I fooled around with Pam ... and my brother." "Oh, my. Did Jamie and Sarah have sex?" she asked. I could hear the concern in her voice. I felt embarrassed about what we were talking about for the first time. "We all just did oral sex. They didn't ... umm..." "Fuck?" she asked, grinning at my embarrassment. "Yeah," I said grinning. "They didn't fuck each other. But Jamie did get to fuck someone," I said, teasingly. "Did he fuck you, Melissa?" she anxiously asked. "He wore a condom I hope!" "He didn't fuck me," I stated. "He fucked Pam. And he did wear a condom." Mrs. Clark seemed to relax somewhat. "He did that with you and Sarah watching?" "Uh huh," I said, sheepishly. "I bet that was exciting to watch," she stated, smiling. "I enjoy watching people have sex. I enjoyed watching you with Bob." "What did you and Sarah do while watching?" she asked with a suspecting grin. "We played with ourselves," I said, smiling and blushing. "I know that had to feel good. What happened after that?" "Well ... we found out that Pam had been using her mom's vibrator when she masturbated sometimes ... so it didn't hurt when Jamie put his cock in her. After Jamie went and got one of our mom's vibrators, Pam wanted Sarah and me to use it to lose our cherries. I just felt too weird about that." Mrs. Clark watched me intently as I talked. "Did Sarah use the vibrator?" she asked, almost breathless. "Jamie used it with her." Mrs. Clark moved her hand over her pussy and squeezed it. "Did he use it with you, too?" "No, ma'am," I said. "Pam used a hairbrush handle with me, while Jamie used the vibrator with Sarah." "Why a hairbrush handle? Why didn't you just get another of your mom's vibrators?" "Pam said she wanted to bust my cherry the same way she did her first time," I told her. "And I didn't really want to use one of Mom's vibrators right then." "A hairbrush is kinky. But I have something even more fun," Mrs. Clark said, getting off the bed and going to her closet. She came back with the box I had seen before. She set it on the bed, opened it, and pulled out one of the CD cases in it. Walking toward her computer, she grinned and said, "Come over here ... let me show you something that I like to do ... and maybe we can do it too." I got off the bed and moved over beside her. She put the CD in the computer and started an image viewer program. I first thought the images she was going to show me would be the Rayners. But I was shocked when the first picture turned out to be my math teacher, Mr. Walcott, naked with a hard-on. "Oh, my God! You have pictures of Mr. Walcott? How?" "Not just of him," Mrs. Clark said with a big smile. She displayed more of the pictures showing not only Mr. Walcott, but his wife along with the Clarks. I was amazed at how sexy Mr. Walcott looked naked. His wife was very sexy too. Mrs. Clark said, "I know Sarah had a crush on Mr. Walcott this past year. I thought you did too, and would like to see how sexy he is naked." Mrs. Clark put her hand on my butt and began gently playing with each cheek, moving her hand low enough to slide her finger over my pussy too. She kept showing me more pictures of the Walcotts with her and Mr. Clark. Some of the pictures showed Mr. Clark fucking Mrs. Walcott. "It doesn't bother you that your husband is fucking another woman?" "Not at all, sweetie. Besides, Mr. Walcott is a hot fuck too," she said, winking at me while squeezing my ass even more. She then displayed a picture of her wearing a strap-on dildo while she fucked Mrs. Walcott. It was so hot seeing a picture of them like that. Mrs. Clark said, "You see, Mel, you can have so much fun together when you're not uptight about things." She turned to face me, "It's like the things you and I do together." She placed her hands over my small breasts. "Most people would be uptight about the things we do." She moved out of the chair onto her knees and kissed my tummy. She kissed down to my clit, and then moved her tongue over it causing me to shiver. "Most people would think my licking your pussy is perverted." She slipped a finger inside me and slowly slid it in and out. "Most people would be upset if they knew I was finger fucking your sweet little pussy. But some people know how to relax and enjoy sex without all the hang-ups." She licked my clit for a few seconds before standing and pulling me to her. We kissed passionately for a few minutes while we slowly moved to the bed. She lay on top of me kissing me tenderly. She said, "Most people would never understand why I want to have sex with you. The people that really count do understand though." "Do my parents ... understand?" "Your parents understand what it's like to let go of their hang-ups ... and enjoy sex for what it is. Your parents understand that you're experimenting with others ... and they don't mind ... as long as you're being careful." "Did you tell my mom about me fooling around?" I asked, anxiously. "She figured it out herself, sweetie. Your mom used to be your age one time too, you know?" she asked, grinning. "You'd be surprised at what your mom is able to understand ... and desire herself." Mrs. Clark got up off the bed and said, "Stay right there." She went back over to her dresser and came back with the strap-on that I had seen in the picture. She held it out for me to see while walking back to the bed. "You know that my husband wants to be with you again," she said, sitting on the bed beside me. "I sorta guessed that," I said, grinning. She smiled, "I think you had as much fun with him, as he had with you." "It was fun," I said, blushing. "I loved watching the two of you," she said, showing her growing lust. "I would love to watch you more often. I'd love to watch him do what you watched Pam and your brother do." "You mean..." "I mean ... I want to watch him fuck you, sweetie." She stood up and put on the strap-on dildo. She moved onto the bed and over me, between my legs. She held the dildo with her hand, and rubbed it against my pussy. "I want to watch him get between your sexy legs." She pushed a finger inside me, sliding it deep. She then added another finger. I looked down and saw the dildo just inches away from my pussy as she fingered me. "You're so wet, Mel. I think you want to be fucked. Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" "Yesss!" I moaned. She pulled her hand away and positioned the dildo at my opening. She pushed gently until it began to slide inside me. "Look at it going inside you, sweetie. It looks so hot." I leaned up enough so I could watch the dildo disappearing in my pussy. I could feel it stretching me, filling me deeper. Mrs. Clark began to pull back, then thrust slowly again. "Do you like being fucked, sweetie?" "Yes ... it feels so good." "My husband wants to fuck you." "I ... know," I said while she fucked me harder. "I want him to fuck you, too." My whole body seemed to explode when my orgasm began. I was moaning loudly as she fucked me even harder. "I want to watch him fuck you like this ... and cum deep inside you so I can lick you, like you do me when I'm full of his cum." I kept moaning louder while she held the dildo still, deep inside my spasming pussy. She kissed me tenderly while my orgasm subsided. She slipped out of me and lay down beside me, cuddling with me. "I'm definitely going to talk to your mom about having you placed on birth control now." "Do you think she'll let me?" "I know she will. I'm gonna set something up for Sarah too. There's no need taking chances with either of you," she stated to me. "I'll talk to your mom later today about it." "So cool!" I excitedly told her. "Thanks, Mrs. Clark. We won't have to worry then when Mr. Clark fucks me." "You don't have to worry about Bob getting you pregnant," she said, touching me softly. "He had a vasectomy awhile back." "You really want me to fuck your husband?" "I do. And I want to be there to watch too ... that is if you really want to do it. It's up to you, sweetie." "What are you going to tell my mom when you talk later?" Mrs. Clark said, "We'll talk about only what we need to." I moved up on my elbows and asked Mrs. Clark firmly, "What all does my mom know about me? Does she know we're having sex?" "Your mom knows what she needs to know." I got somewhat angry and pulled away from Mrs. Clark. She responded by trying to calm me. "Melissa, I'll explain a number of things about your mom to you soon. Your mom and I have a very intimate friendship that is different than most. She and I share a very big secret that could hurt a lot of people if it became known." I looked at her. A big secret? "I plan to explain everything to you as soon as your mom is comfortable with you knowing everything," she said. "Please trust me with this. Your mom is not in any trouble, but the secret we share is very sensitive and important to us." Mrs. Clark put her hand on mine and asked, "Will you wait just a little longer for me to answer your questions?" "Yeah, I guess," I reluctantly said. She pulled me to her and hugged me tight. While we cuddled, I thought about what it would be like to fuck a man like Mr. Clark. The idea was a little scary, but very exciting. I thought about what might have happened with Jamie if we all had been on birth control already. The idea made me even more excited. We cuddled until we had to get dressed. As we put our clothes on, I thought more about the secret that my mom and Mrs. Clark shared together. I knew so many secrets already. I was determined to find out what this one was too. ------- Chapter 9 After I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about what Mrs. Clark wanted me to do with her husband. The idea of letting him take my virginity was exciting, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted him to be my first. I was still uneasy about what I was doing with the Clarks. I was convinced my mom was aware that something had to be going on, but I had no idea just how much she knew. Did my daddy even know any of it? Had either of them seen the pictures of me sucking off Mr. Clark? I knew my daddy enjoyed the images of the Walcott's kids having sex. Was he also jerking off while staring at images of me having sex? Jamie sneaked into my room later that night. "Mel, wake up," he said after turning on my small bedside lamp. "I'm awake, stupid. What do you want?" I asked, as if I didn't already know. "I thought we could, you know..." "You had three girls to play with at the same time yesterday. That should've held you over for at least a few days. Do you stay horny all the time?" "Yeah ... and don't tell me you're not horny too. If Sarah and Pam were here, you'd be licking each other's cooters right now," he grinned. "Cooters? Is that all I am to you? A cooter?" Jamie sat on the bed beside me. He put his hand over my breast closest to him and gently squeezed it. "No. You've got great tits too." I rolled my eyes at him while he played with my tit. I thought about stopping him. I didn't want him to think he could do anything he wanted whenever, but it felt good the way he was touching me. Even though I usually bitched at him when he'd touch me without asking, I had a hard time ever telling him to stop. "You think you can just come in here and play with my boobies anytime you want, huh?" "Well, you don't seem to mind when I do," he said while pulling my gown over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I knew right away that Jamie appreciated that. He moved his mouth over my nipple and began licking and sucking it. My body responded immediately as well. I held his head to me as he sucked harder. His hand cupped my pussy and squeezed it. I raised my hips against his hand as he slid his fingers over my wet pussy. Jamie moved his mouth to my other nipple while pushing a finger inside me. I squirmed my body against his. I spread my legs wide so he could fuck me better. "You did lock the door, didn't you?" He removed his mouth from my nipple and looked at me. "Yeah. Why? Are you planning to do something Mom and Dad shouldn't see?" he grinned. The memory of Daddy jerking off to the pictures of the Walcott's kids popped into my mind again. "Maybe I will," I grinned back at him. I got up quickly and pulled Jamie's t-shirt off before grabbing the waistband of his boxers. After slipping them off, I took his hard cock in my hand and gently played with it. "Maybe we should unlock the door," I said. "They might like a show." I let go of his cock and flounced back on the bed, spreading my legs wide. "Do you think Daddy would like my pussy as much as you do?" "Jesus Christ, you're such a pervert." "I'm just horny, dear brother," sliding my fingers over my clit. "I bet you'd let Dad fuck you too, you little slut." "I'm not a slut," I stated firmly. "I'm still a virgin, remember?" "I bet you won't be much longer." I blushed, remembering Mrs. Clark's offer. "You better start licking my 'cooter' soon, or you're gonna have to get Mom to suck you off." Jamie smiled before getting above me on my bed, leaning down to kiss me very lovingly. We had kissed many times before, but it had always been deep lust filled kisses. It was never anything tender or special. This kiss was different from any before. I stared at him a little surprised as he pulled back and watched me. We just looked at each other intensely for a few moments before he leaned down to kiss me again. This time it quickly became a deep kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gave up trying to pretend I didn't want him badly. The intensity of our kissing grew as we held on to each other's body. We stopped for a moment and stared at each other. Neither of us said anything, but it was the first time that I felt we were sharing what we honestly felt for each other. I was more than just a 'cooter' to him, even if he wouldn't actually say it to me. Jamie moved down between my legs, kissing and licking along the outside of my pussy. He pulled my legs up into the air, holding them so my little butt lifted off the bed. Jamie placed his mouth over my pussy below my clit. His tongue and lips felt incredible. He seemed to enjoy teasing me by avoiding my clit. I felt his mouth moving below my pussy, kissing and licking the bottom of my butt cheeks. I loved whenever he would touch my ass. He moved his mouth closer to my asshole. Then I felt it. He slid the tip of his tongue over my tight little opening. "Oh, God!" "You like that, huh?" "Fuck yeah!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe you did that!" "It's fun," he said smiling. "I thought you would like it." "Yeah, but you've never done that before." Jamie moved his face against my butt cheeks and licked up and down the crack of my ass. His tongue lingered on my asshole, gently licking it. The feeling was wonderful. I remembered Mrs. Clark doing this to me on the night I first gave Mr. Clark a blowjob. The feeling was just as good as that first time. "You like me rimming your butt, don't you?" "Rimming? Umm ... yeah," I remembered hearing that word before. Jamie began licking my butthole again. The soft wet feeling had my pussy throbbing. Jamie began lightly spanking my butt cheek while his tongue caressed my puckered hole. It just added to the intensity of what he was doing. "I love your sexy little ass." "Duh. You stare at it all the time!" I smirked. "You know you love guys staring at you," he said. "It's hard not to stare at a cute ass like yours. Watching you show it off makes me want to do this," he said as he began licking and pushing his tongue against my asshole. "Oh, God damn it, Jamie. You can do this anytime you want. Fuck it feels soooo good!" Jamie put my legs down. "Get on your hands and knees." I still didn't like him ordering me around, but I didn't question him. I was willing to do most anything he said at that point. He slapped my ass lightly again after I had it stuck in the air toward him. He softly rubbed where he spanked me, before slapping my other butt cheek. With his other hand, he slid a finger deep inside my pussy, causing me to softly moan. I squeezed his finger tightly as he squirmed it around inside me. Turning my head to look back at him, he was staring intently at my little ass. "Does my butt turn you on that much?" I asked, teasingly. "Yeah, it does," my brother admitted. "It just looks so fucking hot." Jamie leaned down and again licked the length of my butt crack. He nibbled some on the insides of my butt cheeks before licking again. He kept fucking me with his finger while licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole. After a few minutes, my whole body seemed to explode as my orgasm began. Jamie kept his mouth over my butthole while my orgasm continued. As my body relaxed, I lay flat on the bed and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. I looked over at Jamie sitting back on his haunches beside me. His cock was hard, and wet on the tip. Taking it in my hand, I moved so I could lick his pre-cum from it. I leaned up to kiss him, still holding his throbbing cock. I was well aware that he had just been licking my asshole, but I was too turned on to let it stop me. I sucked on his tongue thinking about where it had just been. I pulled back while still holding his cock softly. "Thanks, Jamie," I told him. "That was intense. It was also so perverted," I grinned. Jamie seemed a little embarrassed for once. I didn't want him to be. "It's cool," I said, and kissed him softly like he did to me before. "I really liked it. You're no more of a pervert than me. You made me feel good." I pushed him down onto his back. Moving between his legs and staring into his eyes, I leaned down and licked along his hard shaft. I carefully sucked on each of his balls, licking them tenderly while sucking softly. I put my hands under his legs and lifted them as he had done mine. I smiled at him as I'm sure he realized I was going to do the same thing he had done to me. I was sort of put off by the idea of licking his asshole, but I wanted to at least try it. I licked and kissed below his balls before moving to lick his butt cheeks near his asshole. I was a little overwhelmed at the idea of licking him like this, but I didn't stop. I glanced up at his face and saw him watching closely. I moved my tongue so that it touched his asshole. It felt so wild to be doing something I had always thought would be so gross. I slowly licked and could feel his body respond. I moved my head to the lower part of his back and licked and kissed slowly back to his asshole. I pushed my tongue into him a little, wiggling it to push deeper inside. "Holy fuck, eat my asshole just like that. God damn, girl!" When not trying to fuck his asshole with my tongue, I pressed my mouth over it and licked furiously at the tight opening. Jamie held his legs for me while I pressed my face into his sexy ass. I didn't care what he thought of what I was doing. I was too lost in the feeling of doing something so nasty. Pulling my face away from his butt, I moved forward, grabbed his dripping cock, lifted it toward my mouth and took him as deep as I could. I fucked him with my mouth before he groaned and began squirting his sperm. I felt his cock jerk as it filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some of it was slipping out of my mouth. I sat up, smiling at him with his sperm on my lips and chin. I used my finger to wipe some of it up before licking and sucking it off. Jamie reached for his cock and squeezed it while I swirled my tongue around my lips. "Fuck, sis. That was incredible," he said, still breathing deeply. "Uh huh," I said, moving over his body so my face was near his. I felt his wet cock against my stomach. "I've never licked someone's ass before. It was so hot doing it. It felt incredible when you did it to me." "So, you liked licking my butt, huh sis?" "Yeah, I know you liked licking mine too. Don't even try to pretend." "I guess we're just a couple of perverts." "I like being a pervert," I admitted. "I'm having way too much fun to worry about what someone thinks is right or wrong. So, like ... where did you get the idea of licking me like that?" "I just thought it would be fun to do." "But what made you want to do it now with me?" Jamie paused and didn't say anything for a few moments. I suspected he was deciding whether he should answer me or not. "If I tell you, you've got to promise to keep it a secret." "I'm great at keeping secrets. You know that." "You're really going to think I'm a pervert after this, but I've been doing it with Sarah's mom." "What?!" I blurted out. "Shut up, damn it! You heard me." "You're having sex with Mrs. Clark?" I asked, shocked at this revelation. "Yeah, we've been fucking around some for a few years. Surprised?" "Duh!" "You can't tell anyone," he insisted. "You gotta promise." "I won't. Don't worry," I said, reassuringly. "Does Mr. Clark know what you're doing with his wife?" "I'm pretty sure he knows about me," Jamie said. "I'm sure he knows she's fucking around with someone." I felt sure Mr. Clark did know about Jamie, and probably was involved somehow. "Freaking incredible," I said. "With everything we've been doing, why does this shock you so?" "I dunno. I guess since we've been making out with Sarah ... I mean, you're having sex with a mom and her daughter..." "Well, I'm not fucking Sarah yet..." "Do you like fucking Mrs. Clark?" "She's pretty hot. She's got a great body," he said. "Mr. Clark is lucky to get to fuck her whenever he wants. Get this though, she told me he sometimes goes down on her after I've cum inside her." That figured. She definitely had a thing for that. "That sounds pretty hot," I said, acting surprised. "Ummm, have you licked her like that?" Jamie looked like he didn't want to answer. "You know, it's cool if you have. It doesn't make you gay or anything." I still had some of Jamie's sperm around my mouth. I leaned down to kiss him. He pulled back slightly after he realized what I was doing. "You've done it, haven't you? Tell me." "I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone." "I keep my secrets. You should know that by now." Jamie quickly pushed me off of him and rolled over on top of me. His cock was rock hard and pressing against my pussy. He surprised me when he leaned down and licked my lips and chin of what was left of his sperm. "You better never tell," he said. "Not everyone is as kinky as you." "Or you, dear brother," I replied. "Now kiss me, you nasty fucker." We kissed deeply while he pushed his hard cock against my pussy. I began to worry that he might try to fuck me. I gently pushed him over onto his back again. The idea of Jamie eating sperm made me incredibly horny. I moved my pussy over his face so he could lick me while I sucked him off. The thought of what I planned to do after Jamie came in my mouth had my pussy throbbing. It didn't take long before Jamie's tongue caused me to cum intensely. As my orgasm was fading, I focused more on sucking his cock. I knew it could take some time to get him to cum again though. So, I wet my finger and moved it to play with his asshole. I slowly slid it inside. He didn't try to stop me at all. I swirled my tongue around the sexy head of his cock while slowly fucking him with my finger. Playing with his butt helped to get him to cum again fairly quickly. I kept most of what there was in my mouth and turned around to face him. He didn't seem to realize what I was doing until I leaned down and kissed him deeply. At first he hesitated and tried to turn his face away when I began to let his sperm slide into his mouth, but then he got into what I was doing. I pulled back from his face and smiled at him. "Mad at me?" I asked, acting contrite. "No, not really. I guess I should've expected it." I grinned mischievously, "Did you swallow it?" "I swallowed what you gave me. I think you wanted most of it for yourself," he teased. "I can be greedy like that," I smiled. "Remember, don't tell anyone, especially about me eating cum." "I won't," I said, laying my head on his chest. "I love you too much to hurt you." He put his hand on my head, holding me as we lay exhausted together. I wasn't sure what to think about what he had revealed to me about Mrs. Clark. I knew I couldn't ask her without breaking my promise to Jamie, even though I wouldn't be telling anyone that didn't already know. I moved my hand over Jamie's soft cock and held it gently while we both rested. He drifted off to sleep as I thought about everything he had told me. ------- The knocking on my bedroom door, along with Mom's voice, woke me up. "Are you going to sleep all day?" I immediately realized it was probably late in the morning. I was still lying with Jamie, in my bed, naked, looking and smelling like we'd had sex. We both jumped up out of bed and started putting on what we had taken off the night before. "I'm getting up." Mom didn't say anything else. I wasn't sure if she was still at the door or not. Jamie quietly said, "It's a damn good thing I locked the door." I looked at him, nodding. Walking to the door, I told Jamie, "Stay out of sight and let me see if she's still out in the hall." I listened for any sign of Mom, but didn't hear anything. I reached for the door knob to unlock it and was stunned when I discovered it wasn't locked. I froze for a moment, realizing the implications. Jamie said he had locked it. He was convinced not moments before that he had locked it last night. I didn't know how to react. I wasn't sure I wanted Jamie to know that Mom may have seen us together. So, I decided to pretend it had been locked. I was very nervous as I opened the door a little and stepped into the hall. After hearing some obvious sounds by Mom from downstairs, I told Jamie that it was okay for him to go to his room. After he left, I leaned against the wall in the hallway, wondering what would happen when I went downstairs. Mom had seen Sarah, Pam and me nude in bed the morning before and didn't make anything out of it. But this was totally different. Anyone seeing Jamie and me together would've known we had been fooling around. Even if Mom didn't look in the room, she had to know Jamie wasn't in his own room. I didn't normally lock my door overnight either, but I couldn't be sure that the door had been locked at all. The way Mom had been acting about everything else though, I doubted she would bring it up anyways. But I wasn't sure how to act when I got downstairs either. After checking for any stains that Mom would easily notice, I made up my bed. After making sure none of Jamie's stuff was lying around, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. After going back to my room and dressing, I took a deep breath and went downstairs. ------- Walking into the kitchen, I saw Mom sitting at the table writing a list or something. "It's about time," she bitched. "I was beginning to wonder if you and your brother were going to sleep all day." Her mentioning Jamie caught me off guard. I decided to ignore it though. "It's not like I have to be anywhere or anything." "Maybe not, but there's no reason you can't help me out a little instead of sleeping all day." She didn't say anything else as she continued writing. I started to get a bowl out of the cabinet for cereal when she put her pen down and looked up at me. "I want to talk to you alone before I go shopping," she bluntly stated. I cringed. She must've seen us. Why else would she want to talk to me alone all of a sudden? I put the bowl back, preparing to get my butt chewed out instead. "You can eat first, Melissa." I no longer had an appetite. So, I left the kitchen and went back up to my room to think. I was picking up some of my clothes when Mom came in and closed the door. I sat down on my bed, and she sat down beside me. "Melissa, remember we talked awhile back about birth control, and waiting until you were older?" I nodded without looking at her face. "I think it's time now." I looked directly at her, trying to anticipate what she would say next. "You're growing up fast and ... I just don't want to take any chances of you having sex and ending up pregnant," she said, candidly. "You've got too much to look forward to without complicating things by getting pregnant at your age." I looked away after Mom stopped talking. She put her hand on my arm and said, "Honey, be smart when it comes to sex." I looked at her again. "I think you're a smart girl, and know that you can really screw up your life if you're having irresponsible sex." I nervously asked, "Are you saying my doing stuff with a guy would be wrong? Why talk about birth control then?" "I don't mean having sex is always wrong," she clarified. "Just make good decisions and don't put yourself in a bad situation you can't control that can cause you to get hurt." "I'll be careful," I said, again wondering what she might have seen earlier. "I hope you will. But it can be easy to get in over your head before you realize it. Birth control will make one less thing we all have to worry about." Mom stood up and leaned to give me a quick kiss on my forehead. "You're a beautiful young lady," she sweetly said. "A lot of guys are going to try to have sex with you. Just make sure you're doing what is right for you." Mom put her hand on my cheek before she turned and left the room, leaving me sitting on the bed not quite sure about things. Mrs. Clark had said she was going to talk to Mom about me going on birth control. They probably did talk before we got up. Maybe she didn't see Jamie with me earlier. I just wished I knew how much Mrs. Clark was telling my mom about me. Mom set up an appointment for next month. I hated having to wait so long, but that was the earliest appointment she could make. I called Sarah and told her about it. She told me her mom was doing the same thing. After Sarah told me that, I was pretty sure Mrs. Clark was the reason why Mom brought it up. ------- Sarah called later on that afternoon and wanted me to come over to hang out. Pam was going to be there, and I knew she would be jealous of both of us when she found out what our moms had done. I rode my bike over to the Clarks house. Sarah and Pam were waiting on me at the door. We hurried up to Sarah's room after she said her parents weren't going to be home for hours. When we were all in her room, Sarah closed the door, and grinned at me. "Pam's got something to tell ya." I figured this had to be bigger news than us going on the pill. I looked anxiously at Pam as she said, "My Mom made an appointment for me to get put on birth control!" I looked at her, curiously surprised. "So cool. I guess Sarah told you about us already?" Sarah said, "Yeah, I thought I was going to surprise her. It's weird how all of our moms did this at the same time." "Our moms probably all talked about it," Pam said. "You gotta know they talk about us when they're together. It's still weird though, you know? We had just talked about asking them ourselves, and then they bring it up." I knew Sarah's mom was going to talk to mine. I guessed that she talked with Pam's mom, too. I wondered what else she was telling Mrs. Rayner. Sarah said, "What are the odds of them deciding to bring it up at the same time we decided to ask?" "I don't really care," I said, grinning devilishly. "At least we'll be able to fuck around if we want." "Yeah, condoms suck," Pam said before blushing and giggling. "It's a good thing we had them two days ago," I grinned at Pam. "I want my first time to be without a condom. I want to be able to feel everything and all, you know?" "Penny says it's a lot better without a condom," Pam told us. "What really sucks is my little brother fucks her without ever wearing one." I teasingly said to Pam, "Just think, chica. Before long, you'll get to fuck Peter without one, too." "I haven't even fucked him with one yet. You know that." "So, what's stopping you?" I asked. "I just haven't. He's wanted to, but I didn't really want him to be my first, you know? Like you said you didn't want your brother to be your first time, I want my first time to be with a guy I like." "Well, it wouldn't be your first time now," I stated. "And, he's practiced with Penny and all." "Kari Walcott too, probably," she informed me. "I sorta figured that." Sarah said to Pam, "You know, your parents aren't home now either. We could go over to your house and watch you and Peter, like we did with you and Jamie." Sarah had a devilish grin and we started giggling. "Gawd, I dunno..." Pam said, embarrassed. I said, "Come on, Pam. Let's do it. It'll be fun. Just like the other day. It's not like you'll be the only one doing anything, even if we're not all fucking." "You guys are perverts," Pam said, acting indignant before smiling. "Penny was home when I left. If she's there, she'll want to watch or be part of it, and she'll expect everyone to fool around together." "That's cool, I guess," I replied. "So, are we gonna do it or what?" I asked, looking between Pam and Sarah. ------- Without saying a word, we all smiled at each other as we stood up together. After Sarah left a note for her mom, we started walking over to Pam's house, giggling at each other the whole time. When we were on the front porch, Pam said, "You know, if I do this, Peter is gonna try to fuck me all the time." "That's not so bad," I said. "Jamie is always after me to give him a blowjob, but he's good at getting me off too. Just make sure Peter does the same. Does he make out with Penny a lot now?" "Not a lot, I don't think ... unless he sneaks into her room after everyone is asleep or something." "I wouldn't be surprised," I said with a confident grin. We didn't find Penny and Peter in their rooms. Pam smiled and said, "I bet I know where they are." She walked to the open backdoor and looked outside. She grinned and waved us over to her. "I figured they were out there," Pam said, as we stared out the window. Penny was laying naked out in the yard on a towel. Peter was naked on a towel between her legs. She was playing with her nipples while he was eating her pussy. Based on Penny's expressions, he was doing a great job of getting her off. Sarah asked, "Are we just gonna watch?" Pam looked at both of us before opening the storm door and walking outside. The noise caused by the door got the attention of Peter and Penny. They didn't move away from each other, but they both watched us walk across the deck and down the steps. Penny seemed to be more surprised to see us than Peter, but she didn't act embarrassed about us seeing her with her brother. As we walked up to them, Penny sarcastically asked Pam, "Is anyone else coming?" "We'll go if you want," Pam responded irritably. "We thought we could all hang out together, but we can go back to Sarah's if you want us to." "It's cool if you stay, but this isn't a show," Penny said. "So you guys either join in or go back inside." Penny kept glancing over at me while talking to Pam. I'm sure she was checking me out. Other than the day I spied on her, I'd never hung out with her when she was naked. She was very pretty and had a cute body. I wasn't sure what to do while she was looking at me. I'm sure she could tell, too. She was older and much more experienced than me. She finally said to me, "You know none of this gets talked about outside of us." "I won't ever say anything." She smiled and confidently said, "I figured you would understand better than anyone." I started getting pissed off as I looked at Pam and Sarah, "You told her about Jamie and me, didn't you?" I could tell from the way Pam reacted that it was her that told Penny. "I uh ... look, I'm sorry. I mean, I told you about us and all," she said, defending herself. "I didn't see the harm in telling Penny. It's not like we're gonna tell on each other or anything." I sighed and decided not to argue with her about not keeping our secret. She was right about what she said though, and I really didn't want to get everyone mad at me. "I guess it's cool, but you could've told me they already knew." Penny interrupted us, "No one's gonna tell anyone else. We've all got as much to lose as you do. So, chill, girl. Everything's cool." She paused a moment before continuing, "And don't just stand around. Mom will be home later on. If you guys want to fool around, then get naked already." We looked at each other smiling before we began taking our clothes off. Penny and Peter watched me closely while I stripped in front of them. Penny stood up and stepped over in front of me. She put her hands on my hips and said, "Pam told me you like to make out with her." Penny checked me out closely for a few moments. I was almost shaking from being so nervous. She moved her lips to mine and kissed me softly. It only took a few moments for us to get lost in a deep kiss. Her hands slid down my back and over my butt cheeks, pulling me tightly into her body. Her mouth left mine and she began sucking on my ear and neck. Penny then stepped back for a moment before taking my hand, leading me over to where she had been lying before. She pulled me down with her before kneeling right beside me. Her hands cupped my breasts as she leaned down to kiss and suck on the side of my neck again. She moved a hand down between my legs, sliding her fingers over my pussy. I glanced at the others and saw that Pam and Sarah had Peter on his back with Sarah straddling his face. Pam was between her brother's legs, licking and sucking his hard cock. Penny looked over at the threesome before turning back to me and taking one of my nipples between her soft lips. While she sucked, I felt a finger push inside me. She slowly fucked me as I squeezed my pussy around her finger. She looked back at the threesome again and asked, "Do you want to make out with Peter too?" Looking over at him, I nodded my head. Watching Pam suck his cock was incredibly hot. Pam looked so sexy sliding her mouth up and down his hard shaft. "He's a pretty good fuck too. He doesn't cum so fast anymore either," she grinned. Penny kept her face near my breast, teasing me with quick licks at my nipple. As we kept watching the threesome, Penny slid a second finger inside my throbbing pussy. "His cock feels much better than my fingers do." Penny kissed me hard again while pushing her fingers deep inside me, moving her hand so it rubbed my clit. I loved the way she was touching and teasing me. "Do you want to watch him fuck me?" I nodded without thinking. This was all so perverted, yet it seemed so normal in a weird way. "If I let you watch, will you lick me afterwards?" I remembered how Pam said Penny liked to have her pussy licked after getting fucked. I hesitated a moment before I nodded again. "Promise? Say it." "I promise," I said softly. Penny smiled as she got off me and stood up. She stepped over so she was straddling Pam as she continued sucking Peter. Pam seemed to know what her sister was about to do, and moved her head back to give her room to squat over his wet cock. Sarah watched but didn't move as Peter continued licking her pussy. Penny kneeled down over Peter and reached down to grab his cock, moving it so that it was pointing right at her opening. She sat down slowly, letting his cock slide all the way inside her. I moved beside Pam as we watched Penny slowly fuck her brother. Watching siblings having sex in the middle of their backyard was incredibly erotic for me. I again realized the advantages of a privacy fence. I'd watched the Clarks fuck up close, but this was even more exciting. Penny kept lifting herself and sitting down on her brother's cock. Her pussy lips slid tightly along his hard wet shaft. The sight and sound of Penny being fucked was so hot. I glanced at Pam once in a while to see her reaction. She was biting her bottom lip most of the time as we watched them fuck. She noticed me looking at her several times. We'd grinned at each other before looking back at her sister and brother. Peter was moving his hips to meet his sister's body as she lowered herself onto his. After a short time, he began groaning and thrusting up harder. When his orgasm began, Penny held herself down hard on his body. She kept squirming her little butt on him while he finished cumming inside her. When Peter began to relax, Penny moved off his body. His cock was covered with their juices. She lay down on the grass beside him, and looked at me expectantly. I knew what she wanted. "You promised," she smiled. I moved over to her and kneeled between her legs. I saw Peter's sperm at the opening of her pussy. I looked at the others. I felt a little embarrassed about what I was going to do. They seemed to be excited about it though. I put my face right at her pussy and stuck my tongue out, slowly licking at the cum drooling from her pussy. I felt Penny's hands on my head, holding me so my mouth was pressing against her. I licked her gently, and her legs began twitching. She pushed her pussy against my face so that it would press harder against my mouth. Her moans grew louder as she got closer to cumming. I knew she was close to an orgasm, so I began to furiously lick her swollen clit. It only took seconds before she began cumming hard. She began lifting her butt off the grass, pushing herself harder against my mouth. She grabbed my hair tightly, keeping me from moving my mouth away. Her whole body became stiff as she seemed to reach her peak. She finally pulled my head from between her legs when she couldn't stand any more, but she kept her grasp of my hair. Somewhat breathless, she lifted her head and looked directly at my face with my mouth and chin wet from her juices. As she began to relax, Penny laid her head back down and let go of my hair. She moved her hand to squeeze her pussy and rub around her clit gently. I kept my face just inches away, watching this older girl that I had just made cum so hard. It felt cool to know I was able to get her off so good. After a short time, Penny got up and we both moved so we were sitting beside each other. She put her hand between my legs as we watched Pam push Sarah back on the grass and move over her so they could lick each other. Penny pushed me onto my back and moved over me so that we were in the same position. I was just glad someone was finally going to get me off. I glanced at Peter once in a while. He sat and watched us chicks getting each other off while playing with his cock. I knew this was probably what any guy would love to watch. After watching for a bit, Peter moved behind Pam. Her butt was stuck in the air as Sarah licked her from below. He began rubbing his cock against her sexy ass. He then slid his cock down so the head was against Pam's pussy and Sarah's face. After Sarah took his shaft in her mouth for a few moments, Peter then began sliding the head of his cock between Pam's pussy lips. Pam immediately turned her head to look at her brother, "If you're going to fuck me, go get a condom." "Do you mean it? I can fuck you?" Peter acted like she might only be teasing him. "Yes, I mean it," she told him. "If you want to fuck me, go get a condom." He only stared at her for a few moments before he got up and ran toward the house. Even though we had earlier talked about this happening, I was still surprised that Pam was really going to do this in front of us. Penny moved off me, and sat beside me again. She seemed as surprised as Peter at what Pam told him, "I thought you were going to wait? Does this mean you've already fucked someone?" Pam moved from over Sarah's face and sat beside her. Pam grinned and blushed, "Yeah." She looked down a second before she continued, "And since I've already done it once, Mel and Sarah wanted to watch me with Peter. It's the reason we came over here instead of making out at Sarah's house." I said, "She looks hot getting fucked." "Damn it, Mel!" Pam exclaimed, blushing more than ever. Penny said, "You guys watched her first time? Way cool, sis! Who was he?" Pam meekly said, "Jamie." Penny seemed a little surprised it was Jamie. She looked at me and said, "I suppose you've fucked him too, huh? It's okay if you have. It's not like I can say anything." "No, we haven't fucked yet," I replied. "But it's not like he hasn't wanted to." "Are you still a virgin?" "Yeah, but I doubt I will be much longer." "It's cool. The first time is over-rated anyways. Just do it with someone that's not a virgin too." I thought about Mr. Clark once again. He seemed more and more like the best person for my first time. Mrs. Clark probably was thinking the same thing as Penny. It didn't take long for Peter to reappear, running down the steps from the deck with a few condoms in his hand. I wondered if he was hoping to fuck Sarah and me as well. He was going to be disappointed if he expected to screw me. I wasn't going to lose my virginity to Peter. Pam pushed Sarah so she was on her back again and put her pussy back in her face. Sarah said, "Are you going to get off me so I can watch?" "You've got a great view right where you are, girl," Pam said, humping gently against Sarah's mouth. Peter kneeled behind her again. After putting on a condom, he rubbed the head of his hard cock against Pam's slit like before. Penny told him to wait, grabbed the towels they had been using, and put them under Sarah's head so she could reach Pam's pussy comfortably. Pam lowered her upper body until she was lying down on Sarah's legs with her butt stuck in the air over Sarah's face. Peter began pushing his cock inside her. His hard shaft slowly disappeared inside Pam until his stomach pressed against her little butt. He slowly withdrew until only the tip was inside, then he began to slowly fuck her. Peter made a show out of letting us see his cock going in and out of his sister. He then placed his hands on her hips and began thrusting into her faster. Sarah stared intently lying just inches below them. Penny leaned over and put her hand on my pussy, pushing a finger inside me. I turned slightly and did the same to her as we kept watching her brother and sister fucking inches above Sarah's face. Sarah couldn't do much with Pam lying on top of her. Sarah occasionally lifted her head and licked Pam's clit, but she wasn't able to keep her head close enough for very long because of Peter's thrusts. I wished I had been in Sarah's position. She got to see up close how Pam's pussy lips grabbed onto Peter's shaft. I remembered the wet squishing sounds when I was in the same position while Mr. Clark fucked his wife. I wondered how Sarah would react if she knew I had been in the same position she was now in, just inches from her dad's cock fucking her mom. Peter finally thrust and held himself against Pam while he came inside her. Pam pushed back against him as he pushed hard against her. I could only imagine how her pussy felt as Peter's cock squirted. When he pulled back away from her, I could see his sperm in the end of the condom. I wanted to cum so bad that I pushed Penny onto her back and straddled her head. Her mouth and tongue quickly found my clit. I was so horny that my orgasm didn't take long. After I began to relax, I turned and lay down beside Penny. I stared at the sky as I said, "Oh my, God. That was incredible." Pam hadn't moved when she looked at me, "You owe me, chica." I glanced over and grinned at her, knowing my turn at being watched would eventually happen. She turned around and straddled Sarah's hips and said, "You too, girlie." Peter said, "I've got more condoms." Pam interrupted him, "You only get to fuck me and Penny today, dude. Melissa and Sarah are off limits for now." She looked at me and I quietly mouthed a thank you to her. Penny stood up and said, "Let's go get something to drink and wash up. We can come back out and get in the hot tub. We've still got a few hours before Mom gets back." We all got up and walked toward the house. As we got to the backdoor, I remembered the afternoon I saw Mrs. Rayner spying on her kids and Sarah, taking pictures of them having sex. I'm sure she would've enjoyed the show we were putting on out in the yard. I bet it would've made for some great pictures too. I almost wished she had seen us. Once we were in the house, Penny grabbed Pam and Peter by the arm and pulled them along with her to the hallway bathroom. I had a feeling they were going to fool around more in the shower. As they walked down the hall, Penny asked if we wanted to join them. Sarah said she would. I told them I'd take one after they all got out. It was definitely going to be too crowded with me in there too. I also figured they would be in there until the hot water ran out. So, I thought I could do a little exploring while waiting. ------- It felt wild to be walking around their house naked. I peeked into my friends' bedrooms before I went to their parents' bedroom to snoop around. I knew they were strict on their kids about staying out of their room. I sort of knew why too. The bedroom door was closed, but that wasn't unusual for Mrs. Rayner. I quietly opened it and took a few steps inside, a little afraid of getting caught somehow. Glancing around, I didn't see any obvious places that I could search for what I was hoping to find. Any CDs with the pictures that Mrs. Rayner had taken before were probably well hidden. I walked over to their computer, but it was turned off. I certainly didn't have enough time to boot it up and look for anything. Some clothes were on the bed and floor, but nothing else looked interesting. I opened a few of the drawers, but I was afraid to disturb things too much. I didn't want Mrs. Rayner questioning all of us if she thought someone had been plundering in her bedroom. I checked out the closet, but it was obvious it would take much longer than I had to find anything that was probably well hidden. The last place I could investigate was the Rayners' own bathroom. I didn't expect I would find anything, but decided to look in case there was a hiding place I could easily check out. I needed to use the bathroom anyways. After opening the door to the bathroom, I glanced around from where I stood for a few moments. Seeing nothing unusual, I walked through the door and stepped toward the toilet. I jumped as a hand grabbed my arm from behind and pulled me around. My mouth fell open when I saw Mrs. Clark right in my face, standing there as naked as I was. I could tell that someone was standing just behind her as well, but I wasn't sure who it was because I was still almost face to face with Mrs. Clark. As she moved a little to the side, I could see it was Mrs. Rayner standing there, naked as well. I was so scared that I just stood there with my mouth open, looking back and forth between the two of them. Mrs. Rayner moved around Mrs. Clark to get to the bathroom doorway. She took a step out into her bedroom and looked in the direction of her bedroom door. She then stepped back inside with us, but stayed in the doorway. "Where are the others?" Mrs. Clark asked, anxiously. "Uh, they're taking a shower," I said. Glancing again between the two of them, I knew I was in big trouble. "All of them?" Mrs. Rayner asked just as anxiously. I nodded nervously, "I was just going to use the bathroom." Mrs. Clark said, "Thank God it was you that came in here." She looked at Mrs. Rayner and sarcastically said, "Mental note, Maggie. Remember to lock the bedroom door when they're in the house." "They don't come in here when I'm gone. They never have. I didn't think about locking it. They're rarely in the house anyways," she said defensively, before looking at me. "Besides, the others know to stay out of my bedroom, especially when I'm not home." The look on her face made me cringe. She glanced back out of the bathroom again like she was checking to make sure no one else was there. "I didn't mean to ... I mean, I was just ... they were all in the other bathroom and..." I stammered, trying in vain to talk myself out of trouble. Mrs. Rayner looked at me again as the three of us stood naked in her bathroom. It felt really strange that our being naked seemed to be no issue at all to either of them. "Honey, you shouldn't have come in here, but I can't be too upset with you ... since... ," she paused and looked at Mrs. Clark. "We shouldn't be here either." I felt a slight bit of relief when she said that. I began thinking about what I had probably discovered too. Neither of them seemed to be really mad at me. They were both nervous and seemed more concerned about the others finding out that they were in the house. I quickly glanced around the bathroom and saw a video camera and a digital camera on the counter. I stared at the cameras for a few moments, realizing exactly what they had been doing. They had to know what I was thinking too. The answer was obvious, but I had felt compelled to ask anyways. "Were you both watching us ... when we were in the yard?" They stared at each other for a few moments before Mrs. Clark looked back at me. "Melissa, let's talk about this later. For now... ," she moved right in front of me. "You've got to promise me you won't say anything to the others, or anyone else, about finding us here. You need to go back out there and not say a word about this. Do you understand?" She put her hand on my chin. "This is serious. Do this for me, please." "Okay," I said, and Mrs. Clark moved her hand away. I looked at Mrs. Rayner and said, "But ... you know what we were doing, right? You know they want to do more?" They both looked even more nervous, especially Mrs. Rayner. I knew I was asking her to admit something very serious. Mrs. Clark would also be admitting to knowing and joining in. But they were in no position to convincingly deny anything at that point. Finding them naked together, they had to know I was sure they had been fooling around together, if not watching me and the others have sex. "We know. It's okay," Mrs. Clark said quickly. She hesitated saying anything else. I openly looked at their nude bodies while we stood there. Mrs. Rayner noticed I was checking her out and acted like she wanted to cover herself, but then seemed to realize there was no point in it. I started to leave the bathroom and looked away from both of them. When I was beside Mrs. Rayner in the doorway, she put her hand on my shoulders, and I froze. I just stared straight ahead waiting for her to say or do something. "Melissa, I know what they've been doing for some time. You probably think I'm a really bad person for watching them like this. But, please don't say anything." I looked at her feeling less scared of her. She knew she had a lot to lose if I didn't keep this between the three of us. "I promise I won't say anything to anyone." Mrs. Clark moved behind me and said, "It'll be our secret. Right, Mel?" I turned around and looked at her for a moment without saying anything. I began to feel a little bolder about things. Again I stared at the cameras for a few moments. Feeling a little daring, I looked between the two of them and asked, "When we're back outside ... are there any special poses you want to take pictures of?" I grinned, mischievously. Mrs. Rayner sighed and smiled, looking less nervous. She leaned close to me with her breast pressing against my arm. "We haven't seen you suck Peter's cock yet." I blushed at how she had returned my own boldness. "I'm pretty good at that. I'll make sure you get a great view ... for the cameras," I said with a big smile. As I conspired with them, the tension eased between us. I wasn't sure what Mrs. Rayner knew about the things I'd done with Mrs. Clark already, but I planned to find out later from her. Mrs. Rayner moved her hand down my back to the top of my little butt, "I'm sure you will, sweetie." She lightly patted my butt cheek, making my whole body tingle. Walking through the bedroom to the door leading to the hallway, I glanced back and saw both of them looking me over. Their eyes moved up and down, taking in my naked body. Their expressions were very revealing. Mrs. Rayner appeared to like looking at me as much as Mrs. Clark. I felt so sexy knowing they were both very interested in my body, especially Mrs. Rayner. Mrs. Rayner softly said with a sly grin, "Close the door ... and lock it for us this time." I feigned a coy look as I turned the lock on the door. I purposely took my time, turning my body so they could check me out even better. It was obvious they both were turned on from spying on all of us earlier. Mrs. Rayner seemed to be much more at ease, and lost any shyness about openly checking me out. They had to know I was showing off for them. I wondered for a moment what might happen between all of us sometime. The idea of it was making me incredibly horny. I finally waved cutely at them and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. Standing in the hallway, I was trembling from the excitement of what I had stumbled on. Knowing they were going to watch and take more pictures of us having sex again was incredibly exciting. Even though it felt wrong setting up the others to be spied on again, I wanted to put on a hot show for both of them. I also wanted to go back into the bedroom and spy on the others with both of them, too. But I knew that wasn't possible, at least not this time. However, I definitely planned to visit Mrs. Clark later on, with even more questions than ever. ------- Chapter 10 I waited near the backdoor until the others came out of the bathroom. When Peter came out with them, I immediately noticed his cock was just as hard as before. Being in a shower with three chicks would do that though, even if two of them were his sisters. "Hurry up, Mel. I bet you won't be in the shower for long anyways," Penny said, grinning. Just as I figured, they had used all the hot water. I jumped out of the cold shower to dry off quickly. Watching myself in the mirror, I squeezed and pulled on my very hard nipples. Looking at them in the mirror, I wondered if they would look this way in the pictures Mrs. Rayner would take. Looking at myself more closely, I hoped I would look sexy in the pictures. I wasn't a model or anything, but others treated me like I was at least cute. Then I wondered just who would see these pictures. Of course, Mr. Clark would definitely see them. I assumed Mr. Rayner would as well. But I also realized I didn't know if he was involved in everything his wife was doing. Would my parents see them? Would my dad jerk off to them like he did with the ones from before? Why didn't that idea bother me as much anymore? Walking outside, Pam and Penny were lying on towels beside the hot tub while making out. Peter and Sarah were in the hot tub watching, while Peter's arm was reaching down into the water toward Sarah's pussy. I stepped in the hot tub and sat down close to Peter. I wasn't all that crazy about sucking off Pam's little brother, but he wasn't bad looking. He was actually rather cute. If he was older, I'd probably even flirt with him. But he was younger than me, and a dork. Glancing down into the water, it was impossible to see if he was still hard because of the bubbles from the hot tub jets. But watching his arm moving with his hand in Sarah's crotch, I was pretty sure he was probably as hard as ever. I cut my eyes in the direction of the bedroom window. I couldn't see either of the women on the other side of it because it was so bright outside from the sun. The only thing I could make out were the curtains that were partially opened. In my mind though, I could see both naked women staring intently at us. I reached over into Peter's lap and wrapped my hand around his rigid cock. Peter's hand brushed against my leg, moving toward my pussy. I spread my legs so he could touch me easier, but then I realized that the women wouldn't see him touching me if we stayed in the same position. I stood up and pulled him from behind Sarah, getting him to sit down where the camera angle would be better. I straddled his lap and reached down to play with his cock again. He reached up to play with my breasts, cupping and squeezing them before taking a nipple between his lips. He was very good at licking and sucking. He'd definitely had a lot of practice. He alternated between both of my nipples, which felt incredible. My nipples were hard and wet from his mouth, and I hoped they showed up like that in the pictures. I pulled back from Peter who tried to keep his mouth around my nipple. "Sit up on the edge of the tub," I said, looking at him lustfully while still stroking his erection. He knowingly smiled at me, probably realizing what I wanted to do. While Peter slipped up on the edge of the hot tub, I glanced toward the window again. He sat down directly in front of me, his cock sticking up in my face. Sarah sat next to me, rubbing my butt with her hand. I leaned over and kissed her. "Your turn is coming up," I grinned. Taking my time, I gave Peter the best blowjob I knew how. I made a real show of licking up and down his hard shaft. I turned my head slightly to give the women the best view possible. It felt so wild to be showing off for the two moms. I asked Peter to lay back some so I could lick and suck on his balls, but I wasn't so sure the moms could see that so well. I wondered what Mrs. Rayner thought of what she saw. Was she playing with herself like she did the first day I saw her? Mrs. Clark was going to have a lot of questions to answer later on. When Peter began to orgasm, I pointed his cock at my open mouth. I stroked his wet cock faster until he started spurting. His first shot hit my upper lip and nose. I stuck out my tongue beneath the tip so that it would squirt the rest on my tongue and in my mouth. When he finished coming, I licked the length of his cock with the tip of my tongue. The sperm on my tongue made his shaft even more slippery. I loosely gripped his cock and slid my hand slowly up and down on it, licking the last bit of cum leaking from the tip. He groaned and seemed to enjoy how nasty I was being with him. I turned my head toward the window, keeping my mouth open a little. Some of his sperm drooled out of my mouth, and I used my tongue to get it all over my lips. After swallowing what was left, I smiled quickly toward the window. I was showing off for two grown women. Did they think I looked sexy or just silly? No matter how silly I might've looked, were they still turned on by what they saw? Teasingly, I asked Peter if he wanted a kiss, but he wanted no part of my spermy lips. I stood up and turned to Sarah. She didn't resist me as I grabbed her arms and pulled her up so she stood in front of me. I put my hands on her sides, sliding them down over her butt. Pulling her to me, our hard nipples poked into each other. I loved the feeling of her body against mine. I played with her butt cheeks while she moved her hands around me to grab mine. We were both getting very turned on from just grinding our bodies together. I then realized that this probably was the first time Mrs. Clark had seen us doing anything together. Sarah pulled back a little as I started to kiss her with Peter's cum still on my mouth. But she only hesitated for a few moments before kissing me back. It was one of the sexiest kisses ever for me. It was also one of the sloppiest. Sarah seemed to really get into it too. After Sarah and I stopped kissing, I turned to Peter and told him it was my turn now. He moved back into the tub and I took his place on the edge. I didn't know how well their moms could see us though. So, I tried positioning my legs so they could get a good view of his mouth between my legs. Sarah rubbed her clit while she stood and watched us. I told her to get out of the tub so I can lick her too. She grinned at me while getting out. She was getting into this as much as I was. We both were getting into showing off while having sex, but Sarah didn't know who her real audience was. After lying back on the deck, she straddled my face. I attempted to put on the most erotic show of licking her that I could. I did my best to give the moms a great view of my tongue exploring her pussy. I was sure Mrs. Clark was getting off on seeing her daughter like this. Would my mom want to see me doing something like this too? ------- We fooled around some more until we were all ready to just lie around for a while. We stayed outside just talking and getting some sun. I didn't say too much because I was thinking about the moms spying on us. I wondered if Mom would want to spy on Jamie and me having sex. Had she seen us lying naked together in bed? I sort of hoped she had. The idea of our moms spying on us was really hot, but it still felt odd. But even so, it was so exciting knowing I was a part of Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner's nasty secret. After we went back inside, I decided to try and see if the moms were still hiding. I sneaked down the hall and tried the bedroom door. It was unlocked. So, I peeked inside, but didn't see them. The clothes that were on the bed and floor before were gone too. I figured they must've gotten dressed and left while we had been talking. I figured they'd parked their cars somewhere down the street where we wouldn't likely notice. Penny said, "We better get dressed. Mom will probably be back in about an hour. She could get home sooner though." I wasn't worried about that. The moms wouldn't want us to know they were aware of anything we'd done. As I started getting dressed, Penny came over in front of me, "Remember, this is just between all of us." "I won't tell anyone," I said, knowing I would be talking about this with at least one of two people that Penny would never suspect. "You were a lot of fun, Mel," Penny said, smiling at me. "Maybe we can hook up some time and hang out." "That's cool." I loved the idea of possibly hanging out with Penny, since she was older and got to do more things than Sarah or Pam. ------- After Sarah and I were dressed, we left and walked back over to her house. When we went inside through the backdoor, we both could hear her mom talking in the family room. We smiled at each other and walked to the door of the family room to see who was in there. Mrs. Clark was talking on the phone to someone, "Can you believe that? ... I never thought she would take it so well ... Uh huh..." I figured it might be my mom she was talking to. Had she been telling her about what happened? "It surprised both of us. I never expected her to find out, especially like that..." Was it my mom? I couldn't be sure whom she was talking to. It might've been her husband for all I knew. But I was very afraid she was about to say something she shouldn't, not realizing Sarah would hear her. So, I made a little noise to make sure she knew someone was there. She turned her head toward us, and then continued talking. From the things she was saying, it had to be my mom. "Sarah and Melissa just got here, I'll talk to you later ... I will..." We walked on into the room and we sat on the couch beside each other. Sarah turned on the TV, but I was more focused on what her mom was saying. When Mrs. Clark finished talking on the phone, she said, "Your mom called earlier. She asked me to tell you to come home when you got back here." I stood up and told Sarah I would call her later. As I was walking out of the room, Mrs. Clark stood up and walked with me. When we were both near the backdoor, she quietly said, "I'm going by your house in a little bit. We need to talk when I get there." I just nodded and went outside to ride my bike home. I was very apprehensive about talking to her with Mom around. I had no way of knowing what she had told her. I still wasn't sure if she had told Mom anything at all about the things we'd been doing, even though I was sure Mom had to realize that something was going on. While I was riding my bike home, Mrs. Clark waved as she passed by in her car. I pedaled as fast as I could, trying to get home before she thought I would. I wanted to listen in on what they talked about if I could. ------- I tried to quietly come in the backdoor. But they must've heard me because moments later they had poked their heads out of the kitchen, looking down the hall at me. Mom said, "Melissa, I need to drive to the store to get some things. Colleen is going to stay here until I get back. So, you keep her company for me." Mrs. Clark smiled and said, "She's always great company. Take your time." Mom left after getting her purse and keys. Mrs. Clark and I went into the family room and sat down on the couch together. I wasn't sure how to ask her about earlier. She wasn't so shy about asking me questions though. "How do you feel about this afternoon?" "I'm not sure ... I'm not sure what to think." "I can understand. It would've shocked me, if I'd been you," Mrs. Clark said. "I guess there was always a chance that one of you would discover us. I'm just glad it was you." I was looking down as I said, "Yeah. I never expected to find you guys hiding. I mean, you guys were spying and taking pictures of us. That's pretty weird." "If it was so weird, you didn't seem to have a problem with it," she said. "You sure seemed to enjoy showing off just for us, and that was your decision." I turned so I was looking directly at Mrs. Clark. "You and Mrs. Rayner know your kids are having sex together ... and you like watching them ... and she likes taking pictures of it. That's a lot weirder than anything I did." "I'm not trying to judge you, Mel," she explained. "And I hope you won't do the same with me and Maggie." I looked away from her and we sat quietly for a moment. She was right. I turned to her again. "Do you like watching Sarah?" "I've only watched her a few times. I ... we like watching. Sex is fun to watch." "Does anyone else watch like you guys were?" "Melissa..." The tone of her voice was all too familiar. She seemed determined not to reveal any more than she had to. I knew I was probably on to a bigger secret, maybe 'the' secret. I knew she wasn't going to tell me unless I forced things. "It's okay," I said. "I think I know anyways. Has Mom watched me yet?" "Mel, you know what I've said about your mom." "What about Mrs. Walcott?" She stared at me in silence. She had never said a word to me about the Walcotts. She had to realize that I was aware of much more than she first thought. "Melissa, why would you think Mrs. Walcott is..." I interrupted her, "Do you think I'm stupid? I know a lot more than you think." She paused for a moment at my boldness. I figured she was trying to be careful with what she said next. I knew she was protecting other secrets, and didn't know what I might know. "Does Sarah or the others know?" she asked. "Not as far as I know." "Then I guess you either overheard something, which I doubt. Or, you've seen some other pictures I haven't shown you yet." I didn't quite know what to say. She wasn't stupid either. "You've seen some of the pictures your parents have, haven't you?" I couldn't believe she had turned the conversation around on me. Embarrassed that I had been so skillfully outmaneuvered, I nodded slowly. "You haven't told anyone else?" "No way." "You saw the pictures of the Walcotts and Rayner's in their backyard?" I nodded. "The ones with Penny too?" I nodded again. I suspected that there were probably quite a few more pictures I hadn't seen. "Then you can understand that what you saw can never be told to anyone. You know what it would mean if anyone found out?" "I totally understand," I said. "I know how I would feel if people found out about Jamie and me. I would die if it got out." "Exactly. I know I can trust you," she stated. "I don't know how you saw those pictures, and it really doesn't matter now. I suspect you went through your parents' things though." "I'm sorry. I was just curious about the pictures of me and stuff." "I guess you know your parents have seen the pictures you saw then." "Yeah. I just can't believe my parents don't mind that..." I said before being interrupted by the doorbell. I got up and went to the front door. Looking out the window at the door, I saw Mrs. Rayner. "Oh, my God," I said, quietly. "Is it Maggie?" Mrs. Clark asked, as she walked up behind me. "Yeah," I said, and opened the door. "Hi, Melissa. Colleen," Mrs. Rayner said, and walked inside as I opened the door all the way. Mrs. Rayner asked Mrs. Clark, "Have you talked yet?" "We were just talking." We went back into the family room, and they sat on the couch together. I sat down in a chair close to them. Mrs. Clark told her everything we had already talked about. It was very embarrassing when she told her I had seen the pictures of the Walcotts, along with Penny and the Walcott's kids having sex. I felt like I was about to be put on restriction or something. But then I realized that it wouldn't make sense to punish me for finding out about something they were doing too. And, they weren't my parents anyway. If someone found out about any of this, they had way more to lose than I. Mrs. Rayner moved over on the couch so that she was to the right of me as I sat in the chair. "You know how important it is to keep this all between us, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am," acknowledged. "I know we would all be in big trouble." "You seem to be okay with what happened," Mrs. Rayner said. "Does any of what you've found out about us upset you?" "Not really," I answered. "I'm just really surprised is all. I just never expected ... you know..." "You never expected to see parents watching their kids have sex?" "Yeah, and taking pictures of it and all," I said, scrunching my face. "I mean, what if someone found them?" "Like you did?" "Uh, yeah," I said, blushing. "How did you find them?" "I found them after Daddy left for work in a hurry one day," I explained. "He left a CD in his computer, and I looked at it." "You know snooping in your parents' things is wrong." She turned to Mrs. Clark, "We'll all have to be more careful about where we leave things from now on." Mrs. Clark asked, "Melissa, do you remember when we talked about sharing pictures? That only friends would see them?" I nodded. "No one but those friends has or will see the pictures we took today and before." I looked at Mrs. Clark and asked, "So ... others have seen the ones you took of me ... that night?" Mrs. Rayner smiled and said, "The pictures of you with Bob were incredible. Don't be embarrassed about that. I could see that you all had fun together that night." I bit my lip as I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed about her knowing about what I did that night for Mr. Clark. "Don't feel embarrassed, sweetie. I thought you looked terrific and very sexy. Bob certainly enjoyed what you did. I wish I had been there," she said, winking at me. Mrs. Clark was also smiling, "Mel was a wonderful birthday present for Bob. I believe she had as much fun as Bob and I did." I was a little surprised how openly they were talking to me about this. I was beginning to feel more relaxed with them because of it too. I felt like they were accepting me as their friend, and not just as a teen chick that knew their dirty secret. They were talking as if I was just one of them. Mrs. Rayner looked at me seriously again, "I know you have to think there's something wrong with all of us, but we all have a very open mind about sex. As long as no one is being forced to do anything, what harm is there?" "None, I guess," I told her. "We're just taking advantage of the opportunity to watch some very exciting sex," Mrs. Rayner happily stated. "I bet you liked looking at the pictures of the Walcotts and Penny, right?" I grinned, nodded, and said, "I guess I can understand why you would want to watch. It just seems weird to me that you would like watching your own kids." "A lot of things seem weird to people when they don't have an open mind about it," Mrs. Rayner said. "It's not like I'm having sex with my son and daughters. I just enjoy watching people have sex." I smiled and half nodded. I was kinda stunned she was telling me all of that. "And, if it's sex between my kids, so what? I don't care if they have sex together. What's the difference who they're fucking, as long as they're being careful? Do you understand what I'm saying?" I looked over at Mrs. Clark, remembering the times I'd told her about the sex I had with Sarah and Jamie. I was still confused how parents could enjoy that kind of thing, but I knew I was also doing things that I once thought I never would do as well. Looking back at Mrs. Rayner, I said, "I think I do. I mean, I know I can't think bad of anyone without someone thinking what I've been doing is just as wrong." "You'll understand it better as you get older," Mrs. Rayner said. "We all did." Mrs. Clark said, "How do you feel about your father? Knowing that he's seen some of the pictures?" "That's the weirdest part," I answered. "Have the Walcott's parents watched their kids, or seen the pictures? Has Mom watched them too ... like you two were doing today?" "Mel, we can't talk about anyone else," Mrs. Clark said. "If they have watched, we would be betraying a trust between all of us. If anyone else is involved, they'll have to be the ones to tell you, not us." I took a deep breath, feeling frustrated again at Mrs. Clark for continuing to avoid any discussion involving what my mom knew. "I know you want to know more, sweetie," Mrs. Clark said. "But you know how important it is to keep a secret. If I told you anything about anyone else, then you wouldn't be able to trust me, right?" "But you told Mrs. Rayner about us!" I protested. "I had your permission. Remember our talk awhile back? Remember you agreed to let me show your pictures to close friends?" I knew she had me on that. "But, you haven't shown me pictures of the Rayners." "You're right," she admitted. "And, I'm sorry for not already sharing some of those with you. We'll take care of that," she smiled devilishly at me. Mrs. Rayner chuckled at Mrs. Clark, and turned to me and said, "I don't mind if you see any of our pictures, as long as they don't include others that trust us not to share them." "That's cool. I can't wait to see them," I said, grinning and blushing. "I think you'll enjoy them as much as I enjoyed yours," Mrs. Rayner said, patting my leg. I blushed more after she said that. Here was Pam's mom basically talking with me about masturbating while looking at each other's sex pictures. I stared down at her hand, still on my leg. She said, "We can trust each other then, right?" Cutting my eyes up at her, I said, "Definitely." I looked over at Mrs. Clark and thought about asking her about Mom again. If she had shown Mom my pictures, I should get to see pictures of Mom too, or so I would argue. But I was sure neither of them was going to say anything more about Mom, no matter how much I asked. Mrs. Clark said to Mrs. Rayner, "I know we can trust, Mel. She could've told Sarah or Pam about any of this, but I know she hasn't." "And, I won't ever tell anyone, especially about the pictures from today," breaking out in a grin after I said it. Mrs. Rayner grinned back at me and said, "I brought the camera we used earlier, if you want to see those pictures." I smiled and nodded eagerly. Mrs. Rayner reached into her handbag and pulled out the digital camera that I'd seen earlier in her bathroom. "Come over and sit between us so we can all look at them at the same time. Colleen and I haven't even seen them yet either." I got up and sat down between them. Mrs. Rayner handed me the camera and said, "Here, you hold it so we all can look at the same time." They both scooted up against me. I cut my eyes at both of them. It sort of felt like I was sitting between Pam and Sarah as we did something naughty. Mrs. Rayner showed me how to scroll through the images on the camera. The first ones were of Penny and Peter before we had arrived. I glanced at Mrs. Rayner to see her reaction, but she was just staring at the image on the camera as if there was nothing at all unusual about her son and daughter making out. I kept scrolling through the images until we got to the ones of Peter having sex with Pam. Mrs. Clark said, "Too bad you guys were so far from the window." I grinned and looked at Mrs. Rayner again. She looked at me and then seemed a little embarrassed at my stare. I thought she believed I was trying to judge her in a bad way. "Penny and Peter were fun to watch up close," I said with a devilish smile. She looked relieved and smiled again. She put her hand on my arm and squeezed it. Her touch wasn't sexual at all, but I was getting extremely horny from everything. I kept scrolling through the images until we got to the ones of me sucking Peter. It was very obvious that I was showing off for their benefit. Mrs. Rayner said, "You look just as good sucking Peter as you did with Bob." Mrs. Clark said, "I think she's had a lot of practice since Bob too." I quickly looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth, wondering if she was going to talk about Jamie and me. That was our secret! She just winked at me and didn't say anything else. Mrs. Rayner said, "Practice or not, you sure know how to put on a show." "I had a nice cock to show off with," I said, looking at her with a teasing smirk. She moved her mouth close to my ear, "He's got a very sexy cock, and you did a wonderful job with it too." I bit my bottom lip and cut my eyes at her again. I really wasn't embarrassed anymore. But it felt so wild for her to be talking about me giving her son a blowjob. It was the same feeling I got talking with Mrs. Clark about the things I did with Sarah. The next image was just after Peter had spurted. The images turned out really good. Mrs. Rayner said, "I hope you like the taste of cum, sweetie. You sure got a mouth full." She squeezed my arm and gave me a teasing look. "I liked it okay. It was fun knowing you could probably see it too, wondering what you thought of it." Mrs. Clark said to me, "She definitely liked it when he came in your mouth. Her fingers were very busy the whole time." Mrs. Rayner looked at Mrs. Clark, playfully acting indignant. Mrs. Clark continued, "And when you licked his cum all over your lips, Maggie licked her own lips too. But she hasn't had the chance to taste Peter's like you did ... yet." "I don't plan to ever suck off my own son, Colleen," Mrs. Rayner bluntly said. "But, you could lick it from someone, maybe even from me sometime. You like licking Bob's cum from me, and you liked how I talked about Peter's cum being inside me, while you licked me before," Mrs. Clark said, teasing her. I said to Mrs. Clark, "I was wondering if you two were ... playing ... while I was sucking his cock. Were you?" "We were definitely playing, sweetie. Mostly watching though. Maggie played with her pussy while you sucked off her son. I teased her about wishing it had been her own mouth he was coming in. I teased her about tasting his hot sperm when she came." I glanced at Mrs. Rayner. She was a little embarrassed. But, she also looked like she was turned on big time. Mrs. Clark leaned over Mrs. Rayner and brought her face close to mine. She looked at my mouth, and said to Mrs. Rayner, "I bet Mel can still taste Peter's cum on her lips too." I licked my lips a little, and she was right. I grinned and said, "I guess I better rinse my mouth before kissing someone." Mrs. Clark moved off the couch, and got on her knees in front of Mrs. Rayner and me. She then moved her face to mine and softly kissed me, licking my lips slightly. "Ummm ... I'm glad you didn't rinse your mouth out." She looked at Mrs. Rayner, "Here's your chance, at least for a little taste." I looked at her wondering if she would really want to do what Mrs. Clark was suggesting. It's one thing for her to look at her son's cum in my mouth or to talk about it in a fantasy. It's another to actually want to taste what might be left on my mouth. Mrs. Clark looked at Mrs. Rayner, "Go ahead. It's just us girls. You got off watching her sucking it from him, and she's a great kisser." I looked at Mrs. Rayner expectantly. I wanted her to kiss me. I hoped she could see it in my gaze too. She softly said, "Oh, my God," and moved her mouth to mine. We kissed softly at first before I felt her tongue touching my lips. Our kiss became very deep after that. Her arms wrapped around my body. She pulled me to her as she licked my lips and inside my mouth, sucking on my tongue as well. We kissed deeply like that for a short time. When she pulled back from me, she put her hands on my bare upper thighs. The touch of her hands was very sexual now. It was obvious there were few if any limits between us now. If it wasn't for Mom possibly showing up at any time, I was sure Mrs. Clark would get things to go much further, at least I thought she would. I said, "So like, what all did you two do while watching us have sex? "You mean before you found us?" Mrs. Clark grinned. I nodded. Mrs. Rayner said, "We mostly just watched and took pictures." Her fingers were moving lightly over my skin. She looked at Mrs. Clark and said, "We could show her some of what we do when we're not watching, if you want?" Mrs. Clark looked at me, "Would you like that? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." "You mean for all of us to get naked like this afternoon?" "If we're going to show you what we do together, we'll have to," she said, reaching to touch one of my breasts through my top. "What about my mom? She'll be back any time now." "She's waiting for me to call her before coming back. I told her we needed some time to talk about something important." Both of them stood up and began undressing. I was so focused on watching these two women undress to have sex with me that I forgot I was to undress as well. When they were both naked, they looked at me still sitting on the couch. "This will be much more fun if you're naked," Mrs. Clark said. I blushed. I stood up feeling a bit self-conscious, which seemed odd considering everything. Mrs. Rayner picked up her camera and took a few pictures while I was undressing. Mrs. Clark moved behind Mrs. Rayner, put her arms around her, and nuzzled her neck while watching me take off my top and my bra. Knowing she was taking pictures made me feel like putting on a show again. I took my time sliding my shorts and panties off my butt and down my legs for them, leaning over to give them a good look at my butt and my pussy from behind. When I was finally standing completely naked, I wasn't sure what to do next. Earlier I'd had Peter to focus on while I was showing off for them. Mrs. Clark said, "Give us some more sexy poses, sweetie." I wasn't sure what poses would look sexy, so I just stood in ways that I'd seen models pose. I felt kind of silly, but it was so thrilling at the same time. Mrs. Rayner took a few pictures before Mrs. Clark moved her hands over Mrs. Rayner's breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples out from her body. "Touch your breasts, sweetie. They're very sexy. Play with your nipples like this." I cupped my breasts before squeezing and pulling on my nipples. Mrs. Rayner moved her body back against Mrs. Clark, as her friend continued playing with her nipples from behind. After Mrs. Rayner took several more pictures, Mrs. Clark's slid a hand down Mrs. Rayner's body until it was over her pussy. She made a show of sliding her fingers over Mrs. Rayner's pussy and clit. I realized I was just standing there staring when Mrs. Clark said, "Touch yourself like this too, baby. Show Maggie how you play with your pretty pussy." Any other time I would've been too embarrassed to touch myself like that in front of anyone. I don't even do that for Jamie. But I was so horny that I didn't care that two of my mom's best friends wanted to watch me masturbate. I slid my hand down my body, cupping and squeezing my pussy, sliding my fingers over my wet slit. I put one leg up on the couch so that I was more open to make it easier to play with my pussy and my clit. Mrs. Clark pushed a finger inside Mrs. Rayner. She then kneeled down beside her friend, and began to slowly finger fuck Mrs. Rayner while they watched me. Mrs. Rayner was doing her best to continue taking pictures of me, but she was obviously distracted by Mrs. Clark. She spread her legs more so Mrs. Clark could finger her pussy more easily. Mrs. Clark moved her other hand to grab Mrs. Rayner's butt cheek, spanking each cheek softly. Mrs. Rayner huskily said to me, "Turn around and bend over like you did before, honey. Show us your cute butt and play with your sexy pussy." I did as she said, spreading my legs a little and bending over, sliding a finger deep inside my wet cunt, fucking myself slowly. "Mmmmm, very sexy, sweetie. You look so delicious. Why don't you kneel on the couch so we can get an even better look at you fucking yourself," Mrs. Rayner said. Mrs. Clark smacked Mrs. Rayner's butt a little harder and said, "You're such a nasty girl, Maggie. You're so wet looking at Mel's sexy body." I got on the couch on my knees and leaned down so my butt was poking back at them. Listening to these two women was so wild. My pussy was throbbing without even touching it as I showed off just for them. I continued kneeling on the couch. I grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart so they both could get a good view of my pussy and butt. I was soaked from knowing I was turning them on so much. Mrs. Rayner said, "God, Melissa. You have the cutest little ass. Touch your pussy for us again. Play with your little wet cunt." I moved my hand down between my legs and rubbed my fingers back and forth over my pussy lips and clit. "Fuck yourself, honey." I slid a finger all the way inside me and slowly moved it around, knowing Mrs. Rayner was still taking pictures. Mrs. Rayner said, "She's got such a cute little butthole." Mrs. Clark said, "It is very sexy." I felt hands touching my hips and looked back to see Mrs. Clark right behind me. She leaned in and began kissing each of my butt cheeks. Each kiss moved closer to my asshole. Mrs. Rayner moved so she could take a picture from beside us. When I felt Mrs. Clark's tongue touch my butthole, I began moaning. Mrs. Rayner said, "Oh yeah ... lick that sexy little asshole. Hold still so I can get a good picture." I didn't care what either of them was doing anymore. I was so horny and needed to get off. When Mrs. Clark pushed a finger inside my pussy, it almost sent me over the edge. I was so close to an orgasm and didn't care what they thought of me. I groaned in frustration when Mrs. Clark pulled back from me. "Maggie, lie down on the couch and let Melissa show you just how good she can lick a pussy." Mrs. Clark gently patted my hip getting me to move so that Mrs. Rayner could lie down where I was. I stood up and watched Mrs. Rayner get on her back and spread her legs so we could see her wet pussy. Moving on the couch between her legs, I could see just how horny she was too. I put my mouth to her wet cunt and licked along her pussy lips. Her hands grabbed my head and held me to her. I pushed my tongue into her opening, wiggling it inside as her juices wet my face. I licked up to her clit and closed my lips over it, swabbing it with my tongue. Her moans became louder as she started grinding herself against my mouth. Her grip on my head grew tighter as her orgasm started. She wailed out and held my head tightly as her whole body became rigid. I eased up licking her, knowing she was very sensitive at that point. She pushed me away from her, and moved her hand to rub around her clit, squeezing it at times as she came down from her orgasm. I glanced at Mrs. Clark holding the camera. I knew she got some great pictures. She then handed me the camera and said, "It's my turn now." She got Mrs. Rayner to move so she could straddle her head. Mrs. Clark leaned forward giving me a terrific view from behind of Mrs. Rayner's tongue licking her. Mrs. Rayner's hands were all over Mrs. Clark's butt, as she licked and sucked on her clit. I remembered I was holding the camera and took a few pictures before Mrs. Clark's orgasm began. She humped her pussy hard against Mrs. Rayner's mouth as she came. After staying still for a short time and relaxing, she moved off of Mrs. Rayner's face and stood up. She turned and took the camera from me, giving it to Mrs. Rayner. She then said to me, "Get back on the couch like you were before, with your little ass stuck in the air." Mrs. Rayner got up and moved back from the couch with the camera. Mrs. Clark played with one of my butt cheeks as I moved onto the couch like she wanted. "I love your tight little ass, Mel. It's so firm... ," she said before she spanked me firmly on the same cheek. She gently rubbed the spot she had hit me, " ... yet, so soft to play with." Mrs. Clark smacked my other cheek, causing me to whimper. "You like being a bad girl. Don't you, baby?" Before I could answer, she spanked the other butt cheek again, harder this time. "You like showing off for your mom's friends. Don't you, sweetie?" Again, another hard smack on the other butt cheek. "You like having your mom's friends taking pictures of you ... naked ... and doing nasty things, don't you?" Spanking my butt again, she firmly said, "Answer me, girl!" "Yes." "Yes, what? She asked, again spanking my butt hard, causing me to groan. "Yes, ma'am." My butt cheeks were stinging as her hand landed on one of them again, but I didn't do anything to stop her. I wanted more. "Tell me what you like, bad girl." "I like being bad. I like being nasty with you." Her hands softly rubbed my stinging butt. I felt her mouth on one of my cheeks. She kissed around it tenderly before saying, "I like being nasty with you too, sweetie." Her tongue licked at my asshole before moving to my juicy slit. She pressed her face into me as she touched my clit with her lips and tongue. The spanking had really turned me on, especially with her doing it in front of Mrs. Rayner. As she put her lips around my clit and licked furiously, I moaned loudly as my orgasm started. She softly rubbed my ass while I came harder than ever. I reached between my legs to squeeze myself, enjoying the lingering sensation. I was breathing hard as I slowly came down from my orgasm. It had taken a lot out of me. We were all silent for a while. "Did you enjoy that, Mel?" Mrs. Clark finally asked, gently rubbing one of my butt cheeks she had not long ago spanked so hard. "Yeah. God that felt good," I said, weakly. Mrs. Rayner said, "That was the hottest spanking I've ever seen." She leaned down next to my ear, "I bet you'll never think about spankings the same way again." I glanced at her and smiled, my butt still stuck up in the air. I turned around and sat down gingerly. They both laughed a little at my predicament, and I couldn't help but smile back at them. Mrs. Clark hadn't really hurt me, but my ass was still stinging just a little bit. They sat down on each side of me, and we all relaxed without saying anything for a few minutes. Mrs. Clark broke the comfortable silence, "I guess I better call your mom so she can come back to her house." She looked at me smiling as she stood up to get the phone. I picked up my clothes and said I was going to the bathroom. Mrs. Rayner asked if she could come with me. Standing in the bathroom naked with her was really weird. This was Pam's mom, and I'd just had sex with her. She knew I was having sex with her kids. We knew so much about each other's secrets, but we both didn't really know what to say to each other while standing there together. We stood at the sink, cleaning up some. "I really hope you're okay with finding out about what Colleen and I have been doing." "It's cool. Really. It's not like I'm an angel or anything." "Being an angel is no fun anyways, sweetie," she smiled. "I think what you, Colleen and Bob have been doing is cool too. So, don't worry about my knowing about it." She looked away for a moment before she said, "Colleen told me that she talked with you about losing your virginity with Bob. Are you still deciding what to do?" "I've been thinking about it a lot. I just don't know. I keep thinking I would like a boyfriend to be my first, but I think it probably would be better with Mr. Clark." "I can tell you from experience that Bob is a terrific lover. You won't regret it if you decide to let him be your first." I looked at her, surprised that she was admitting she'd had sex with Mr. Clark. I already knew it from spying on them, but she didn't know that. "Does that really shock you?" I played along, "I guess I suspected you might have. I knew the Clarks had sex with others. And after finding out today about the two of you, it's not that big of a surprise, I guess." "My husband and I are just like the Colleen and Bob. We enjoy sex with others at times, along with what you found out today about the pictures too. We all enjoy showing off for a camera and seeing the results too." "It sounds like fun. Are my parents involved too?" "Melissa, you remember what Mrs. Clark said about privacy, right? Whether they are or not, it's up to them to tell anyone they want to know." I sighed in frustration yet again. "Your mom and dad are wonderful people who are very much in love, hon. Don't let some idea of what they might be doing together bother you." "I won't. It's just that ... well, never mind." Mrs. Rayner put her hands on my shoulders and turned me to face her. "Trust me. Don't worry about your parents. If I told you anything that might involve them, you wouldn't trust me with our secret, would you?" "I know you're right." "Enjoy what you're doing, hon. What other people do privately is their own business. But always remember that secrets like ours can't be shared, no matter how much you might want to. People you care for could get into serious trouble over things that really are hurting no one, and shouldn't be anyone else's business. Understand?" "I don't want anyone to get in trouble," I said, earnestly. "We're all doing what we want to do anyways." "Exactly. Now that it's happened, I'm actually glad you discovered us this afternoon," Mrs. Rayner said. "I've been really jealous of Colleen when it comes to you." "I'm glad too. What we did just now was totally fun." We finished cleaning up and got dressed. I was beginning to really like Mrs. Rayner. Just before she left the bathroom, she took my hands in hers, "You're a beautiful girl, Mel. I had a fun time. I loved what you did to me. Maybe I can return the favor sometime." I blushed and said, "I'd like that." "We'll see what we can do sometime then," she said and winked. She moved her mouth to mine and kissed me softly. We smiled at each other before we left the bathroom. Mrs. Rayner told Mrs. Clark that she was leaving and to tell my mom she would talk to her soon. We both said our goodbyes as she left. ------- Mrs. Clark said, "Your mom will be here soon, but I want to talk to you in your bedroom before she gets here." I didn't say anything as she took my hand and led me upstairs. I was curious why we couldn't just talk downstairs. After we were inside my bedroom, she closed the door and we both sat down on my bed. "Do you want to talk more about this afternoon?" "I'm not sure," I replied. "I mean, I never expected to find you and Mrs. Rayner like that." "I doubt that you were any more shocked than we were when you walked in on us." "Yeah, I'm sure you were. I'm surprised you guys didn't really lay into me about it." "Getting mad wouldn't have changed things," Mrs. Clark said. "And, I knew you wouldn't say anything about us to anyone. I'd have preferred you not know about what we had been doing. But now that you do know, we might as well make the best of it." She looked at me sincerely and said, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I hope you will continue to have sex with Bob and I, and that you will allow us to watch you having sex with your friends, and I'm sure Maggie would like it too." "I liked the idea that you two were watching me, and getting off together too. It's just that ... it was your kids involved. I mean, what we do is fun and all, but Sarah is your daughter." "I think I understand what's bothering you. We're watching our kids having sex. Parents aren't supposed to do that," she said. "But, you guys are incredibly hot to watch. We more or less forget who we're watching and just enjoy the show," she explained. I nodded, but couldn't imagine how they could forget it's their kids own they're spying on. "We know that you all will have sex whenever you think you can," she continued. "So there's no point in stopping you from doing what you obviously enjoy. And since no one's being forced to do anything, there's no big deal." She leaned a little closer to me, "You and your brother fool around, and it doesn't hurt either of you. You know I fooled around with my brother too. No one would know or suspect unless I told them." "I think I understand what you mean," I said. "Did you enjoy what we did downstairs?" "Yeah, that was really hot." "I thought you would. I knew Maggie would like it too. She likes being spanked like that." "So you both came here to seduce me?" "No. We wanted to talk about what happened," she answered. "But I knew she would be open to playing around if you wanted to as well." "She told me in the bathroom that she liked being with me, and wanted to do it again maybe." "I'm not surprised at that. It's hard not to want to be with you, Melissa. I know that all too well. Speaking of, I know Bob wants you to join us again sometime too. Have you thought about what we discussed before?" "Yeah, I wasn't really sure if it was what I wanted to do. But I think I'd like your husband to be my first, if you both still want that." "We both do, sweetie. Bob definitely does. But I also want your first time to be something exciting. I know Bob and I can make it a wonderful experience for you." "I think so too." "Is Saturday okay with you?," she asked. "You can spend the night over like before." "Saturday's cool, if my parents don't have any plans for me." "They've got their own plans for Saturday. So they won't mind." "Their own plans?" "You'll have to ask them, hon." "Figures." Mrs. Clark laughed, and I started grinning as well. "Only one thing, I should start my period tonight, I'm cramping a little and that is always a sure sign. I hope I will be over it by Saturday afternoon. Usually my last two days are pretty light anyways." "Oh, just let me know, if there is any delay." "I will, but I hope not, I'm really looking forward to getting fucked by Mr. Clark. "Your mom is probably back by now. Let me go talk with her some before I leave. I'll let you know what time to come over. Sarah will be spending the night at her grandparents." She got off the bed and kissed me and wanted to leave my room. "Mrs. Clark, I have a question, when will I get copies of the pictures that you took this afternoon at the Rayner's and here at home of me?" She turned around. "How about Saturday when you come over to see Bob and me?" I smiled. "That'd be great. I really like to see them." ------- Chapter 11 After Mrs. Clark left my room, I tried to figure out how all of her friends figured into what I had discovered. Why did they feel they had to talk to me so urgently? Mrs. Clark and I already shared enough secrets that could get us both in big trouble. I had no reason to keep those secrets while betraying her with a new one. Had they intended to seduce me? Mrs. Clark insisted they'd just come over to talk. Was something else going on that I hadn't figured out? They were playing a dangerous game. They both were taking some big risks involving their kids. Maybe they had started to realize how dangerous I could be. Did Mrs. Clark tell Mom exactly why she needed to talk to me? Mom had to know something was going on between me and her friends. How could she be so open-minded about all of this? Would Mrs. Clark tell Mom we had a threesome in the family room? I had to figure out a way to find out. I went downstairs, curious to see what, if anything, Mom would say to me. I walked into the kitchen and noticed that she was getting things out to start supper. Mrs. Clark had already left, and Mom didn't act like anything was wrong. She obviously wasn't upset about anything Mrs. Clark told her. I got a glass out of the cabinet and fixed something to drink. She kept right on preparing supper. She seemed totally unconcerned about me. She didn't say anything until I started to walk out. "Melissa, your father and I will be gone most of Saturday. We may not get back until Sunday. Jamie's already spending the night off, and I'd rather you not be here alone. See if you can spend the night with a friend, or we'll take you to spend the weekend with your grandparents." "Where are you and Daddy going?" "We're going with some friends to their lake house. If it gets very late, we're just going to stay until Sunday." "Is it some kind of party or something?" "We're just going to see some friends, hon," Mom said. "I'm sure you'll have a lot more fun with your friends." Mrs. Clark had known my parents had plans for the weekend. Did she tell Mom about me possibly staying with her? Was this Mom's way of letting me know that she wasn't going to interfere with me staying with the Clarks? Why couldn't I bring myself to ask Mom about all of this? How do you talk to your Mom about having sex with her friends? "I'll let you know," I said. "I might spend the night at Sarah's house." "That'll be fine. Colleen and Bob aren't planning to go anywhere, so they should be home all weekend." Did Mom know Sarah was going to be spending the weekend at her grandparents? She knew her mom and dad weren't going anywhere. Did Mrs. Clark tell her Sarah wasn't going to be there? Maybe Mrs. Clark was hiding some of this from her. That would explain why she wasn't so concerned about what I had been doing with her. "Sarah may already have plans..." I paused, curious to see if Mom would slip up and say something she wasn't supposed to. "Just let your father and I know where you end up staying," she casually said. "As long as we know where you'll be, it shouldn't be a problem." I walked out of the kitchen and stood in the hallway. I just stared ahead wondering just what the fuck did Mom know about all of this! If she knew what I was planning to do, she sure didn't care. Mom startled me as she wrapped her arms around me from behind. "Forget what you were about to do?" "Um, no ... just thinking about something." "Everything okay, baby?" "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind." She hugged me tighter, and put her chin on my shoulder, "I remember being your age, and having a lot on my mind too." "Those were the olden days, Mom." "Well, you know we old people had many of the same things to deal with when we were teenagers too." "You're not old, Mom. You know what I mean." "I know you believe you deal with so many new things that I didn't. They really are the same things, just different circumstances is all." Yeah, right. My having sex with Mom's friends is not what I'd just consider 'different circumstances' for anything. "Melissa, sometimes when you need to make a choice, it's hard to know the right thing to do," she told me. "What's right for you may not be right for someone else. You have to consider your choices in each situation, and then make the best one you can, sweetie." "What if I thought you wouldn't like what I chose?" "As long as you're not hurting yourself or someone else, I'm sure I probably could live with your choice." "But what if I thought I wasn't hurting myself, but you thought I was?" "That's why you're not that much different from us old folks, hon," she squeezed me in her arms. "I trust you to make the right decisions. You haven't given me any reason not to, yet. I'll let you know when you step over the line." Mom kissed the side of my cheek and walked back into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to make of her last statement. Had she just said she was okay with my having sex with her friends? If it was my choice? At least she had talked to me, even if I wasn't sure what it all really meant. I walked back up into my bedroom, when I noticed another light cramping in my tummy. I went to the bathroom and pulled down my shorts and panties. My period had started. ------- Saturday morning was a very anxious time for me. I'd told my mom I would be staying at the Clarks, but I never mentioned where Sarah would be. She never asked about or mentioned Sarah either. This was the second time I would spend the night without Sarah being there. Mom and I danced around that fact, or at least I did. I hung around the house until late afternoon. Jamie had left the day before to spend the weekend with his friend. I was kind of glad he wasn't around to pester me, so I could think. My parents had already left in the middle of the afternoon. I stayed in my room most of the afternoon. I had some second thoughts. At one point, I almost called and said I wasn't coming over. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to spend the night ... especially since I wasn't bleeding anymore. The weirdest part was deciding what to wear. I tried on different things to figure out what made me look the cutest. I didn't have my cheerleader outfit anymore, but I knew Mr. Clark liked white panties. Most of the ones I had were G-strings, but I did have a pair of white bikini panties like the ones I wore the last time. I figured he would like that again. After trying on different things, I decided to wear a boy beaters top. He would probably like how I looked in it. I remembered he liked when I wasn't wearing a bra, but I figured I better wear one until I got over there. My nipples were already hard and showing off. Mr. Clark stared at me a lot when I was around him wearing jean shorts. I liked the way my butt and legs looked while wearing them too. I also put some other things in my bag to wear the next day. I called Mrs. Clark and asked when she wanted me to come over. She told me I could come over right then if I wanted, and offered to drive over to get me. I decided to ride my bike instead. After locking up the house, I started riding my bike over to the Clark's house. I was startled by a car horn and a friend waving from a passing car. After that, I tried to pay more attention to what was going on around me. I didn't want to be known as the chick that got run over while going to lose her virginity. As I rode up to the Clark's house, I glanced over at the Rayner's house, and wondered if Mrs. Rayner would somehow be spying on us tonight. I really didn't think Mrs. Clark would do that to me though, not tonight anyways. I put my bike in the Clark's backyard. Mrs. Clark opened the backdoor as I walked up the steps. My heart was beating like crazy. Mrs. Clark was also checking me out. I started feeling very self-conscious. I wondered if I was dressed the way she expected. After I was inside and she closed the door, I asked, "Do you think your husband will like what I'm wearing?" "Honey, he'll love what you're wearing. I doubt he'll take his eyes off you at all tonight, no matter what you're wearing." I grinned shyly, but felt more at ease when she said that. Still standing at the backdoor, I pulled my top over my head, and began taking off my bra. "I know he prefers that I don't wear this," I said, grinning devilishly. Mrs. Clark stepped closer to me, reached out and began playfully pinching my already hard nipples. "He'll love how these look through that top too." I stood there letting her play with me. She leaned closer and kissed me softly. "Are you sure about tonight, sweetie? I want this to be what you want. You don't have to do anything with Bob." "I want it to happen. I've thought about this for a long time. I'm sure," I said, nodding. "Any problems with your period, Mel?" I shook my head. "I'm not even using a tampon since lunchtime." I grinned. "It was cutting it close, though." "Well, Melissa, you are absolutely priceless. And I'm glad that there is nothing in the way." She smiled at me. "I'm sure we will all have a wonderful time tonight. Well, let's put your bag up in the bedroom and wait for Bob. He's picking up some steaks on the way home." We walked upstairs together. It still felt odd that I was about to have sex with her husband, with her encouragement even. But other odd things had ended up being so much fun. I was doing what I wanted. Mrs. Clark wanted it to happen. It was only the thought of my parents that really bothered me. "Bob should be back any time," she said, walking up to me. "I can tell you're nervous. You can still back out, sweetie." "It's kinda scary, but I'm not going to change my mind." "I know you're going to enjoy tonight. Pam already took care of your cherry with a hairbrush," she said, teasingly. I looked down and bit my lip, embarrassed. Her hand lifted my chin, "You look so cute when you blush," she said, adoringly. "You don't ever have to feel embarrassed around me. Tonight will be much better than a hairbrush handle, or my strap-on, ever could." I couldn't stop blushing though while remembering that afternoon with the hairbrush. Pam and I had a lot of fun that day doing new things with Sarah and Jamie. Pam had enjoyed it when Jamie fucked her. I knew it would be more fun not being a virgin. I was more than ready for what we'd planned. Both of us heard noise from downstairs. Mr. Clark announced that he was back. We smiled at each other as she took my hand, and led me back downstairs. Mr. Clark went out back to prepare the steaks, while his wife made a salad just the way I like. Mr. Clark turned and stared at me as I walked outside to join him at the grill. It was obvious he liked what he saw. I stopped about halfway and twirled around, showing off. I stopped so that he could check me out from behind. I looked back over my shoulder toward Mr. Clark and caught him staring at my butt. I just smiled at him when he noticed me watching. I then turned around and walked over close to him. "You look so cute in that top," he said, staring at my breasts. "I wore it for you," I bashfully replied. He stepped to me and kissed my forehead. I looked up at him. God, he was so handsome. Then he surprised me when he leaned into me and kissed my lips softly. I blushed, and then quickly looked around. "Don't worry. No one can see us over the fence," he assured me. While it was a wooden fence, it wasn't quite as tall as the Rayners fence. It seemed to do the job of keeping nosey neighbors from seeing everything. He then went back to tending to the steaks on the grill. I kept staring at him though, checking out his butt. He had a nice body. I've always been attracted to him. I already knew how sexy he was without his clothes on too. I then boldly stood right next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. He was making me feel like his girl. After the steaks were ready, we joined Mrs. Clark in the house. She had the table already prepared for us. We sat around the table and ate. Afterward, Mrs. Clark brought out some of my favorite ice cream for dessert. A girl should lose her virginity more than once if she got treated special like this. But, of course, this was a rather unusual way to lose your virginity. As we ate our dessert, we didn't say anything to each other for a short time. I couldn't think of anything to say anyways. Mrs. Clark must've realized how awkward I was beginning to feel. "This kitchen has never been this quiet. I guess we're all a bit anxious about tonight." she said. I just grinned, still not sure what to say. Mr. Clark said to me, "Is there anything you would like to do tonight?" "I don't know," I said looking between the two of them, not sure what he was asking me. Mrs. Clark put her hand on mine, "Is there something you'd like to do? Like, go to a movie or someplace else. You get to do what you want tonight." "Oh," I blushed. "We don't have to go anywhere. We can just hang out here." I looked back at Mr. Clark and noticed him staring at my breasts. I glanced down and saw that my nipples were really showing off through my top. "I'd have to put something else on if we did go somewhere," I grinned. "I think we should stay here then," Mr. Clark said, winking at me. Mrs. Clark teased her husband, "Mel hoped you would like what she is wearing." "She looks great in anything she wears," he said. "Thanks," I said, gazing at him, more sure than ever that I wanted him. We cleaned up after we were through eating. I was putting away the dishes when I noticed Mrs. Clark whisper something to her husband. She left the kitchen without saying anything to me. I stood near the sink for a moment before Mr. Clark stepped closer to me. He took my hand in his and said, "Let's go to the family room for a little bit." I walked beside him to their family room, holding hands. We sat together on the couch, and he kept my hand in his. I asked, "Where is Mrs. Clark?" "She went upstairs to give us a little time to talk. Are you nervous being alone with me?" "No," I said. "I guess I'm not sure what to do, is all." "I understand, and it's okay," he gently said. "Colleen wanted us to be alone for a little while. She wants to be sure you're comfortable with me." "I like hanging out with both of you, even though you and I haven't been around each other as much." "I'm sure you're feeling a little awkward. To be honest, so am I," he said, turning more to me. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Things can stop anytime you want." I was a little surprised he said that. I figured he was just anxious to put his cock inside me. His concern seemed very real though. It made me feel better too. "I don't want to stop," I said, feeling more relaxed as we looked at each other. He gently brushed back my hair, moving his hand to touch the side of my face. "Can I kiss you, Melissa?" I nodded as I looked into his eyes. He leaned to me and softly pressed his lips to mine for a few moments before pulling back slightly. Again, he pressed his lips to mine, but more passionately. I kissed back just as deeply. I felt his tongue pushing between my lips. Our kiss became very demanding as he held my face with both of his hands, his tongue inside my mouth, mine in his. He pulled me closer to him. There was absolutely no doubt that I wanted him to be my first. His lips left mine. He kissed and sucked lightly down my neck. I wrapped an arm around his head pulling him close. I closed my eyes and moaned as a hand lightly touched the side of my breast and then fully covered first one then the other, squeezing them and rubbing lightly over my sensitive nipples. His other hand gently caressed my thighs. I spread my legs a little and his hand moved between them to cup my mound through my shorts. He rubbed my pussy and I felt myself getting very wet. His lips left my neck, and he touched my cheek. "Let's go upstairs." I nodded. I was ready to go anywhere he wanted. He reached for my hand as we stood up. I looked up at him with a burning desire for him to kiss me again. He had the same need as he pulled me to him and kissed me again for a few moments, his erection pressing into me. We went upstairs to their bedroom, hand in hand. Standing at the door for a moment, I looked into the dimly lit room. The only light was coming from a small bedside lamp. Mrs. Clark was waiting for us. She joined us beside their bed. I'm sure she could tell that I was more than ready. She kissed her husband deeply for a few moments. I felt a little relief seeing their intimacy, especially after making out with him downstairs. He was her husband, after all. I didn't want to do anything to make her mad at me. She said to me, "As cute as you look in those clothes, I prefer you without them." She looked toward him, and before stepping away from us, she said, "Let me watch you undress her." His hands caressed down my sides. They stopped when they touched my bare skin below my top. His fingers hooked the bottom, and lifted it off me. Putting his hands above my hips, he stared at my breasts. He slid both hands up to cup underneath them, caressing them softly. Mr. Clark stepped back from me, and began taking his shirt off, exposing his handsome chest. I thought about touching him the same as he did me, but I was still too nervous. He again placed his hands on my sides, gently moving up and down, touching my skin, and caressing me. He pulled me to him. My hard nipples pressed into his body as he kissed me again, while his hands moved down my sides and over my shorts, grabbing and squeezing my butt cheeks firmly. He knelt in front of me and began taking my shoes and socks off. Then he slid his hands up my bare legs to the front of my shorts, undoing them. He slipped them down and off, leaving me standing in my white panties. His hands gently caressed my legs again, moving up. My whole body tingled when his hand slipped between my legs, touching my covered pussy with his fingertips. I was already very wet, and his touch made me even more so. He leaned closer and pressed his mouth against my panties, kissing my covered clit as his fingertips played lower. He moved his hands to my sides, hooked the top of my panties, and pulled them down my legs until I stepped out of them. He stood up again before reaching down to take off his own shoes and socks. He loosened his belt and undid his pants, letting them fall down his legs, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His erection was so close to my pussy. I wanted it closer. He took me by my shoulders, and pushed me onto the bed. He joined me, moving over my body. His hard cock pressed against my hip while he kissed me. He kissed down my neck to the top of my chest. One of his hands cupped beneath my breast, gently squeezing out to my nipple. His lips brushed over the tip for a few moments before taking it inside his mouth, gently sucking, licking. He moved to my other breast, repeating the same thing. His mouth felt so good. I placed a hand on the back of his head, letting him know I didn't want him to stop. His hand moved down over my stomach, stopping at my pubic hair. His mouth trailed down from my nipple, following the same path. My legs were pushed wider apart. I was completely exposed to him. My pussy was throbbing. I wanted him to touch me there. He continued teasing me though, using his mouth and fingers everywhere except where I needed it most. He moved so that he was lying between my legs. His hands slid under my upper thighs, lifting them to open me even more. I thought I was going to explode when his tongue finally touched my engorged clit. My legs shivered as he pressed his mouth over my clit, licking and sucking gently. A finger slipped easily inside me. I began pushing against his mouth as my orgasm slowly began. He started furiously licking my clit. Moments later, I grabbed his head and wailed out. My whole body became tense as I came hard against his mouth. I pushed his head away from my pussy when my clit became too sensitive. Panting, I glared at his wet mouth as he looked at my face. He moved up my body so that his face was above mine. The shaft of his hard cock pressed against my mound. His mouth found mine, kissing me lustfully. Neither one of us said a word. I knew this was the moment. I felt him moving so his erection was at my entrance. The head of his cock felt wonderful touching me. I spread my legs further, bending my knees, opening myself more for him. He kissed me again and pushed against my opening. I could feel the head inside me. He felt so big as he stretched me. I wanted all of him. I grabbed his sides, and he lowered himself into me until our hips were joined. My pussy had never felt so full. This was so much better than anything before. Slowly, he began to fuck me. He withdrew until only the head was inside me, and then thrust back completely again. I squeezed him as his pace became faster. His moans told me that I was making him feel just as good as he was making me. He leaned up a little and glanced down between us, telling me to look as well. His wet shaft looked so hot pumping in and out of me. He slowed his pace a little so I could watch better. My pussy gripped his cock tightly as he withdrew. My lips stretched, pulling at him, attempting to keep him inside, disappearing with his shaft as he pushed in again. He looked back up at me and began fucking me with longer, harder strokes. I squeezed his shaft tightly. The feeling was incredible. I was panting and moaning as he shook my body with his thrusts into me. I raised my hips to meet his downward push. He began grunting like he does when he orgasms. I wanted his cum inside me. He thrust hard one last time and held still, stretching me so deep. His body was rigid. His cock jerked inside me, filling me with his cum. His body was covered in sweat as he strained, joined to mine. I hadn't orgasmed, but the feeling was still very satisfying. Still inside me, he lay down against me, kissing the side of my face and neck, breathing deeply, his breath warm against my skin. He moved his face so I could see his cock still in my cunt. "That was incredible. Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm very okay," I said, smiling up at him. I felt Mrs. Clark moving onto the bed, her face appearing close to mine and her husband, "You were beautiful, Melissa. You both were beautiful." I smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. "How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?" "It feels great. It still does," I said, smiling and looking down to where we were still joined. They both looked with me. It was so sexy that he wanted to stay inside me. Mrs. Clark gave her husband a quick kiss, "You were wonderful. I could see how much she enjoyed you." I said to her, "I kinda thought you might have left the room. Were you here the whole time?" She reached to the end of the bed, and brought back the digital camera. "I was a little busy," she grinned and held up the camera. "I'm glad you weren't paying attention to me." She looked at her husband, "That's a compliment to you as well." "I figured you would use the video camera," I said, giggling. "Oh, I did. But it's over on the dresser," she chuckled. I rolled my eyes at her and smiled. She rubbed her husband's back, kissed his cheek, and said, "There's something I want to do now for Melissa." I looked curiously at her. Mr. Clark seemed to know what was on her mind. He slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and gently moved off me, leaving me spread open. She took her husband's place between my legs, moving her face close to my pussy. I was no longer curious. She raised my thighs slightly, and placed her mouth over my opening. Her tongue pushed inside my just fucked pussy. She had licked me before, but this was so different. I knew what she felt. I'd experienced it a number of times with her. It felt better being on the receiving end. It was so wicked knowing she was doing this after her husband had just filled me with his cum. Her tongue licked me. Her fingers fucked me. Her mouth sucked most of her husband's cum out of me. I grabbed her head as my legs trembled and my pussy throbbed. I screamed as I came, holding her tightly to me and pushing myself against her mouth. I was still coming down from my orgasm when they both moved to lie on either side of me. Mr. Clark gently played with my breast as Mrs. Clark kissed me with her cum covered mouth. We lay together, relaxing, enjoying the moment. Looking up at the ceiling, I asked no one specific, "Who'll get to see the video?" Mrs. Clark propped herself with her arm, and said, "No one you don't want to see it." "What about the pictures? Will my parents see any of them, or the video?" "We won't show them to anyone you don't want us to," she stated. "Is there someone you don't want see them?" They were both still touching and caressing me. My body still felt like it was on fire. They were enjoying my body. I was enjoying their attention. This was all so wrong in so many ways. But, I liked the thought of that. It wasn't wrong for me. Maybe that's why I didn't care who saw the pictures, at least for now. I answered her, "You can show them to your friends. I don't mind." "You're sure, sweetie?" she asked. I nodded and she kissed me again. "You know you can trust me with them. If you change your mind, just tell me." "I kinda like the idea of people seeing them ... watching me. It turns me on," I said, cutting my eyes at her. She looked over to her husband, smiled and said to me, "I think someone's ready for more." Mr. Clark was already hard again. I gave Mrs. Clark a devilish look and reached for his cock, stroking it gently. She winked and said, "You fuck him this time." She nudged me to move over his body. I straddled his hips and put my hands on his firm chest. Mrs. Clark moved behind me, between his legs. She took his erection and rubbed the head along my lips. "Sit down on him, sweetie. Slide down his big hard cock." I softly groaned as I lowered myself until I was sitting on his hips. He was completely inside. I remained still, enjoying the feeling of being so full again. Mrs. Clark's hand touched where we were joined. Mr. Clark reached up and played with my nipples, pinching and pulling them nicely. I moved up and down on him. Looking down between us, I saw just how big he looked going inside my little pussy. As I lifted my hips, my pussy lips gripped and slid tightly along his rigid wet shaft. They disappeared inside me as I lowered. Mrs. Clark was taking more pictures, but I stayed focused on the man I was fucking. I looked back at his strained face, and fucked him faster. I rode his cock until I came again. This one was really intense. I knew I was moaning loudly too. He pulled me down against him, holding his cock deep inside me. I squeezed it with my pussy, and he moaned in appreciation. He hadn't cum again yet, but I was a little wasted from my orgasm. We stopped for a little while after that. Still naked, we all went downstairs to get something to drink and eat. I was dripping a little cum still, and Mrs. Clark handed me a towel to wipe between my legs. Mr. Clark took every opportunity to touch me. He seemed to enjoy playing with my butt. After watching him a bit, Mrs. Clark finally jokingly told him that my butt was off limits to his cock, for now anyways. I was glad she said it, because I hadn't really considered letting him do that. We went back to their bedroom and fooled around more. Mrs. Clark and I licked and sucked his cock until he was hard again. We took turns having sex with each other, as well as all of us together. I'd thought sex was fun before, but they showed me just how incredible it could be. I even took pictures of them together for a change. It felt wonderful to be able to have sex and not worry about someone discovering us. It was fun walking naked around their house with them. In the kitchen, Mr. Clark had me lean over the stove while he fucked me from behind. Another time, I went down on Mrs. Clark as she sat on the counter where she fixed their meals. We had the whole evening just to ourselves and we took advantage of it, doing whatever we wanted. Later, we sat around nude in their family room and watched a video they had from a night with the Rayners. Before long though, we were watching each other masturbate, which I usually only like to do alone. I wanted them to watch me get myself off though. Watching them play with themselves made it more fun. When we were all pretty wasted, we went to sleep in their bed with me between them. There were so many wet spots. We all had one to lie in. Sometime during the night, I woke up when Mr. Clark moved over me. He kissed me deeply as he pushing himself into me again. He had been mostly gentle with me until then. His thrusts were anything but gentle this time. I thought he was going to fuck me through their bed. At first, I was surprised how rough he was being, but it felt incredible too. ------- I woke up the next morning with him spooning me from behind. I turned a little to see if Mrs. Clark was beside him, but she had already gotten up. My moving woke him up, "Good morning, cutie. How was your night?" he said, grinning sleepily. "I had a fun night. How was yours?" I playfully replied. He reached for my hand, squeezed it, and sincerely asked, "Any regrets?" "No. No regrets." "I'm glad," he said, as he leaned over to kiss my forehead. "Colleen is probably fixing breakfast. She always wakes up early no matter how late we're up. Let's go take a quick shower." The shower was anything but quick. We took our time washing each other. His touches made my body tingle. I loved soaping him up too. His cock felt wonderful in my hand as I stroked it. I played with his balls, holding them, gently caressing, as I got on my knees and sucked him. Mr. Clark was drying me off when Mrs. Clark walked in and stared at us. I grinned guiltily before she hugged and kissed me. We got dressed, went downstairs and ate. Mr. Clark continued touching me whenever he could though. I loved the attention. It made me feel sexy knowing he liked my body so much. After we finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, Mr. Clark got all of us around their computer so we all could check out the pictures from the night before. I was surprised they turned out so well, considering there was so little light in the room. We went into the family room and watched parts of the video. It turned out great. I wondered how many other people they had video of while having sex. I was surprised how hot we looked together, and it made me horny again. They must've felt the same, because we ended up having sex again on their couch. All of us had to shower again. Afterwards I sat in the kitchen talking with Mrs. Clark for a while. We talked some about the previous Tuesday again. She told me Mrs. Rayner really panicked after they had left her house. She was terrified I would tell someone, especially one of her kids. I finally understood why they had come over like they did. Before I left, Mr. Clark handed me some printouts of pictures from Tuesday. He said they were some of the highlights. He also gave me some from the previous night. Those were more special, at least to me. He promised to put the video on a disc for me real soon too. I figured I wouldn't be the only one to get a copy. ------- Early in the afternoon, I said goodbye to both of them and rode my bike home. I smiled dreamily the entire way home, happy about how things had gone. I was so glad I wasn't a virgin any longer, but I also wondered what I'd tell Sarah and Pam. How could I explain I wasn't a virgin? When I got home, I saw that my parents had already returned from the lake. I saw Mom in the kitchen, but I didn't see Daddy. After I went upstairs and put my bag away, and hid the pictures, I checked out Jamie's room to see if he was back yet. I didn't see the bag he used when spending the night off though. While standing in his doorway, I considered the idea of letting Jamie fuck me. We had already done so much together. Since I wasn't a virgin anymore, the excuse I'd been using was gone. I didn't think I could tell him I lost my virginity to Mr. Clark, even though he'd already admitted to having been with Mrs. Clark. After going back downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and saw Mom sitting at the table. "Hi, sweetie," she said. "I didn't hear you come in." "I just got home," I said, and turned to walk out. "Melissa, wait." I stopped and turned back to her. She got up and came over to me. At first she just stared at me. I held my breath waiting for her to say something, but she hugged me instead. "Are you hungry?" "No, I ate not long ago," I said, and then wondered if she could tell any difference in me. She again looked at me curiously for a few moments. I started to ask if something was wrong when she kissed my cheek and said, "I love you." "I love you too, Mom," I said a little cautiously. "I'll be gone for a little while," she told me. "Your father is downstairs in his office. Let him know if you go anywhere." I was pretty sure where she was going. But after being up so late the night before, I didn't feel like trying to follow her. I probably could've spied on them if they stayed in the Clarks family room, but I wouldn't be able to hear them talking. I decided to just crash in my room for the afternoon and try to decide what to tell my friends about my virginity. Losing it to Mr. Clark had been the right thing. He had tried to make it special for me, and he did make me feel that way. ------- Chapter 12 I didn't get to talk to Mrs. Clark during the week. I was curious how she would feel about me fucking her husband after some time had passed. I couldn't quite understand how she wasn't jealous about her husband being with me to begin with. Sarah called me on Friday and told me she was spending the night at her grandparents, but she wanted me to stay with her on Saturday night after she got back. She said she'd call me when she got home. So, I didn't plan to do anything Saturday, except to just hang out at home until she called. Mrs. Clark came over Saturday morning and hung out with Mom. I tried to listen in on their conversations at times, but it was just boring stuff about their friends. I was sure they were being careful about what they said when they thought I might be able to listen in. A few times they went into Mom's bedroom and closed the door. But each time I tried listening at the door, I couldn't hear anything they were saying. I couldn't even tell if they might be fooling around or not. I was in my room when Mom came to the door and said, "Do you mind helping Colleen take some boxes of old clothes to the Goodwill?" "I guess," I said, curious what they might be up to. "Whose clothes are they?" "Just some I had put in the attic," Mom said. "Colleen is taking some boxes from her house too. Since you're spending the night with Sarah, she can just take you back home with her." I wondered if they had conspired to make some time for me to be alone with Mrs. Clark. I wasn't sure, but I didn't care. I liked the idea of being with her and maybe Mr. Clark before Sarah got home. I was sure we'd talk too. I quickly got some clothes together and left with Mrs. Clark. It didn't take long for us to drop off the boxes, and we were on the way to her house. As we got closer to her house, I asked, "Is Mr. Clark at home?" "Yes, he is. Why do you ask?" she grinned. I blushed. She knew exactly why I was asking about him. I wasn't sure how or if I should answer her though. "Are we going to ... umm..." "If you want to, sweetie. In fact, we can do something really fun. Something new." "Yeah?" "You'll see when we get home," she said, mischievously. We were only moments from their house. So I didn't have much of a chance to ask anything else. She parked her car in the driveway, and we went inside. I took my bag up to Sarah's room and left it. I was starting to feel like this was my other home. I certainly no longer felt shy about wandering around. Mr. Clark was in his room and called out when he heard me, "Is that you, Colleen?" I walked to their bedroom door. "It's me, Melissa," I replied. "Mrs. Clark is downstairs." "Hi, sweetie. I wasn't expecting to see you until tonight," he happily said. "Sarah's not here yet, is she?" "No, sir," I replied. "I rode with your wife to take some boxes off. She told my mom I could come on over with her." He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him. I walked over shyly and sat beside him. "Are you still okay with what we did last weekend?" "Yeah. I had a great time. I'm glad we did it," I said, looking at him while remembering how good he had made me feel. "Good then. Do you think you'd like to do that again sometime?" I nodded and he put his hand on my leg. I was ready for him to do anything he wanted with me at that moment. I leaned in towards him and he gave me a very soft kiss. He smiled. "Yeah, you are quite okay, aren't you?" We heard Mrs. Clark calling my name from the hallway before she walked into the bedroom and saw us sitting together. "You two seem to still be getting along just fine," she said, raising her eyebrow. Mr. Clark said, "We were just talking a little about last weekend." Mrs. Clark came over and sat on my other side, and said, "Well, it looks like it's a good talk," she said, smiling and looking down at his hand on my bare thigh. She then looked back at me, "Remember I said there was something fun we could do?" I nodded with a questioningly stare. "Have you ever done anything with Sarah or the others while one of you was restrained?" "Do you mean tied up?" "More like tied apart, so you can't use your hands or arms." "We've never done anything like that. I don't know if I'd want anyone to do that to me either. Anything could happen, and I couldn't stop it." "It's not as bad as you think, sweetie. I think you would enjoy it with Bob and me." "Maybe, but still..." "You know we wouldn't do anything you didn't want. You've always had control over what we did, right?" I nodded. "You'd still have control over everything. You can stop whatever we're doing at any time, even while you're restrained." "What would happen?" "Well, when Bob and I do it, he puts a restraint around each of my wrists, and then ties them to the bedposts. The restraints don't hurt at all. They're very soft and comfortable so you can pull your arms some without hurting yourself." "That sounds okay, I guess. As long as you didn't walk off and leave me or something." "We'd never do that to you. This is meant to be fun, nothing else." She said, seriously. I nodded. "Sometimes Bob will blindfold me so I never know what he's about to do. Then he takes his time doing sexy things to me. If I ever want him to stop, I use a safe word that we agree on before we start. He stops whatever he's doing, and takes the restraints off when I say the word." "That sounds like it would be fun, I guess." "Sarah won't be home for hours. If you want, we can do it now together." "I guess, sure," I said, getting excited about the idea. "Let me go check on some things downstairs while Bob gets you ready." She stood up and walked toward the door, turning her head, giving me a devilish grin. I started taking off my clothes while Mr. Clark went to their closet and brought out a small box. He told me to lie down in the middle of the bed so he could put the restraints around my wrists. He tied one to a bedpost before walking around the bed to do the other. After he was finished, he asked, "Are you comfortable?" "I guess," I said, wiggling my arms and pulling a little. "I think you'll like this. The feeling of helplessness can be a lot of fun when you're with someone you can trust." He reached and touched the tip of one of my nipples with a fingertip, brushing it teasingly, "How does that feel, not being able to stop me." "It feels kinda ... wild," I said, wondering just what all they might do to me like this. "So, if I say stop, you'll stop?" He cupped my breast and gently played with it. "If you want us to stop, say elephant. Otherwise, we'll just ignore any other pleas you make. So, don't say it unless you really want things to stop, because we will stop at that exact moment and take the restraints off. Everything will end with that word." "That's cool then," I said, feeling more comfortable and excited as well. Mrs. Clark came back in the bedroom and walked to the foot of the bed. Staring and smiling at me, she said, "You look like you're ready." She looked at Mr. Clark, "Did you explain how we do this?" "Yes. The safe word is elephant." "I want a few pictures of this," she said, walking over to the dresser and picking up their digital camera. She took some pictures while I blushed. I felt very self-conscious with my arms spread out like they were. She said, "Let's use the blindfold. A big part of the fun is not knowing what's about to happen to you." I wasn't sure I liked that idea, but I didn't say anything. She walked over to the closet and brought out a mask that had elastic bands to hold it in place. She came over, sat down beside me, and put it over my eyes, adjusting the straps to make sure it wouldn't slide from over my eyes. When she finished, it was like being in a completely dark room. After she asked me if I was comfortable and ready to start, I felt the bed shift as she moved off of it. I listened closely to try to make out what they were doing. The first thing I heard was the sound of them taking their clothes off. They also said things to taunt me a little about being helpless. The bed bounced a little as one of them got on it near my feet. I felt what I assumed was Mr. Clark's hand lightly rubbing up and down each of my legs. He moved his fingers through my pubic hair, teasing me. His touch was electric though. My body felt so alive as he lightly caressed me. His fingertips continued lightly tracing up my body until he was touching the bottom of one of my breasts. His fingertips softly moved over my flesh, lightly tracing, avoiding my nipple. He moved over me so that he was straddling my hips, and began teasing both of my breasts the same way. His hard cock pressed against my mound, lightly rubbing my clit as he continued teasing me with his light touches. He leaned down closer to me. His lips lightly touched mine. The tip of his tongue traced over my lips. He moved his head so he could do the same to my ear and neck. My breasts pressed into his chest. Everything he was doing felt incredible. I wanted more than just teasing though, but he continued. I pushed my hip up, grinding myself against his cock. He moaned his approval, but he didn't show me any mercy, and continued teasing my body. He moved once more so that he was beside me on the bed, and again touched me softly. The head of his cock lightly brushed against my side. His fingertips softly caressed up and down my body. His touch left me for a moment before he lightly brushed the tip of a nipple, and then moved to the other. When he finally touched my pussy, I was already so wet. While his fingertips moved lightly over my opening, he gently took a nipple between his lips, softly touching me, licking it. I raised my body against his mouth and hand, but he pulled away just enough to keep me frustrated. Mrs. Clark put something around my ankle, and pulled my foot toward the bottom corner of the bed. I had thought they were only going to restrain my arms. Once she had it secured, she did the same with my other ankle. My body was completely spread open for them to do anything they wanted. I felt totally helpless. I knew I could stop things though, but I liked their attention, wanted it. The mattress shifted as someone got on it near my feet. I felt what I assumed was Mrs. Clark's hair lightly brushing the inside of my lower thighs. Her lips lightly touched my soft skin, kissing slowly up my legs. Mr. Clark kept gently licking around my hard nipple. I so wanted to grab his head and hold him tighter against me, but the restraints did their job. As much as I wanted to participate, I had already learned how incredible it felt to be unable to do anything. Mrs. Clark blew lightly on my clit. Her tongue gently licked my outer lips. Gently, she pulled on each with her lips. Only her hair, lips and tongue were touching my body. When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my clit, I desperately raised my hips, pushing against her mouth. But she pulled back a little, still wanting to tease me. Two people were using my body, but both were barely touching me. It felt good, but also very frustrating. She slid a finger inside me, lightly moving it just enough to tease me more. She finally closed her mouth over my clit, licking and sucking like I wanted. I moaned and pushed myself against her, and she didn't pull back. A second finger began fucking me as she furiously licked my hard clit. I wailed loudly as my orgasm began. The feeling was more intense than I'd ever felt. It seemed like it would never end, and I didn't want it to end either. I wanted more of this. My whole body became rigid as the feeling became overwhelming. My arms pulled at the restraints. I wanted to push Mrs. Clark's head from my pussy. I was so sensitive, but I wouldn't say the word. She knew I couldn't stand much more, and she relented a little, but not enough to allow me to easily come down from my orgasm. The bed shifted again as Mr. Clark moved off of it. I felt someone's breath on my neck. I figured it was Mr. Clark, until a woman's voice softly said into my ear, "Did you enjoy that, Mel?" Oh my God! "Who ... Who's licking me?!" I said, shocked. "A friend," she simply said. Whoever it was began to finger me again. I figured it might be Mrs. Rayner, but I couldn't tell for sure. "Who? Who is it?" "Someone who thinks you have a sexy body ... someone who wanted to make you feel good." The woman between my legs began kissing and licking my pussy again. Why wouldn't Mrs. Clark tell me who the woman was? "Mel, do you want her to stop? Do you want to say the word?" The woman moved her hands under my thighs, lifting them as I realized my ankles were no longer restrained to the bedposts. Her tongue licked below my pussy, moving lower. "Do you want her to stop, sweetie? She's going to lick your cute little butt hole. You can say the word though, and it all ends." Her lips and tongue caressed near my tight opening. I wanted to know who it was! "Please, tell me who it is. Please?!" "Only if you say the word, Mel." Her tongue touched my butt hole. I moaned as she licked and pushed at my tight opening. I had to know who it was. But I didn't want to say the word, not yet. Mrs. Clark straddled my head. I felt her pussy press against my mouth. She leaned down and began licking my still sensitive clit. The other woman continued to lick my butt. Mrs. Clark lustfully said, "Do you want to stop, baby?" I said nothing. She sucked my clit between her lips. She knew just how to make me tingle all over. I moaned and licked her very wet pussy, wanting her to feel as good as I did. Mrs. Clark's orgasm started after a few minutes. Her mouth moved from my clit when she began moaning. The woman licking my ass moved to take Mrs. Clark's place, licking my clit. It didn't take long for my next orgasm to overwhelm me as well. Mrs. Clark moved from over me, and off the bed. The other woman moved across my body so that she was by my side. Her hand caressed my breast closest to her. The bed shifted again near my feet. I felt a man's body touching me, moving between my legs. He raised my butt off the bed and slid a pillow beneath it. Then I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down, between my pussy lips. Again, I felt Mrs. Clark's breath on my neck. "He wants to fuck you, Mel. His cock is so big and hard. He wants to put it inside your little pussy. Do you want him to fuck you, sweetie?" Was it Mr. Clark between my legs?! "Whose is it?" I asked. "It's Mr. Clark, right?" "Who do you think it is?" "I'm not sure," I said, franticly. "Do you want to stop, hon?" Mrs. Clark asked. "Say the word if you want to stop, and he won't fuck you. It will all end when you say the word." I didn't say the word. I didn't want things to end. I wanted to know for sure who it was, but I wanted this to never end. Some man was about to fuck me. Some woman had just licked my pussy and ass, making me cum like crazy. I wanted more. He pushed his cock deep inside me. His thrusts were urgent. I wondered how long he would last. The woman beside me began touching my clit. Her hand explored where we were joined, as he fucked me forcefully. He held onto my legs, driving himself hard into me. Mr. Clark had fucked me in the middle of the night like that, but I couldn't tell if it was him or not. I didn't think Mrs. Clark would let someone else fuck me without asking, but she had given me the chance to use the safe word to stop it. I still could've said it. But he was fucking me so good. His cock was about the same as Mr. Clark's, but that didn't mean it was definitely him. His thrusts became harder and more demanding, but he remained quiet. If it wasn't Mr. Clark, would he squirt his cum inside me? I knew Mr. Clark was safe. Mrs. Clark wouldn't risk getting me pregnant. Would she? I didn't think so. No, she wouldn't. He slammed hard into my pussy and held still. His cock jerked inside me. I'd never felt so full. He held my leg to his mouth, softly kissing my calf as he came inside me. He pulled himself out of my pussy. His cum followed out as well. The woman beside me put her fingers at my opening, and played in his cum as it flowed out. The bed shifted again as they all moved off, leaving me lying there alone. I could hear people moving around in the room. Then I felt someone move on the bed beside me again. Mrs. Clark's lips pressed to mine before she removed my blindfold. As soon as my eyes were uncovered, I looked frantically around the room. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. As I was able to focus again, I saw Mr. Clark standing beside the bed and Mrs. Rayner next to him. Both of them were naked. His cock looked spent, and her mouth looked like it had been busy. I said to them, "I thought it was probably you guys, but I wasn't sure." Mrs. Rayner moved to sit by Mrs. Clark, and put her hand on my stomach, "I wanted to return the favor, remember?" She grinned, sliding her hand down over my pussy for a moment. Mrs. Clark asked me, "How did it feel being helpless, not knowing what was going to happen, or even who it might be?" "It was scary. Unnerving." "You always had the safe word, hon." "I didn't want to say it," I grinned, slyly. "I'm ... we're glad you didn't," she said, with a conspiratorial expression as she glanced at the others. Mrs. Clark and her husband released my wrists. I sat up with them, and looked down at my pussy. "I need to clean up before Sarah gets here," I chuckled. "It probably wouldn't be a good thing for me to be full of her dad's cum." Mrs. Clark whispered into my ear, "Are you sure it's Bob's? Are you sure you know who the woman was?" I looked at her incredulously. She just grinned at me and moved off the bed. I was sure she was just teasing me. She had to have been. Even unrestrained and without a blindfold, I still felt a bit unnerved after she said that. We all picked up our clothes before going to clean up. I hoped I would get a chance to look at the pictures they'd taken. It was the only way I'd know for sure who all had been in the room. Mrs. Clark took my hand and led me toward their bathroom. As I went with her, I glanced toward the dresser where the digital camera had been earlier. It wasn't there though. But something I hadn't noticed before was ... their video camera. ------- Mrs. Clark led me into the bathroom, but the others didn't follow us. I figured Mr. Clark was putting away the restraints and blindfold, and straightening up the bed. He and Mrs. Rayner were probably looking at the pictures on the digital camera, too. I wondered if they would have sex while we were in the bathroom. Mrs. Clark had me get into the shower with her. She then took her time washing me with her hands. This wasn't the first time I'd showered with a grown woman. I'd done it a number of times with Mom, especially after swimming at the beach or the lake. But I'd never had someone wash me like Mrs. Clark. There we were showering together after Mrs. Clark had watched her husband fuck me. I couldn't quite understand how she could be so cool about it all. She began talking about what Sarah and I might do that night. As her soapy hand thoroughly caressed my pussy, she said, "Let's make sure Sarah doesn't suspect you've been fucking this afternoon, especially since she knows what cum tastes like." She smiled at me as I looked at her incredulously. I asked, "You really don't care that Sarah is doing all that with me and the others?" "I care that she only does what she wants to do, and that she does it safely, sweetie," she said, slipping a few fingers inside me. I looked down at her hand between my legs. My body stiffened a little as she worked her fingers inside me. Mrs. Clark pulled her hand away and moved it to hold my chin, lifting my face to hers, "I was doing many of the same kinds of things as you and Sarah when I was your age. Sex is meant to be enjoyed. I had fun back then, and especially now. Why should I not let Sarah enjoy it, too?" "You fooled around with girls when you were my age?" I was very anxious to hear her reply. "Yes, I did. Does that surprise you?" "No, I guess not," I said, trying to think of a good way to ask if she'd also fooled around with my mom at my age. Before I could think of a good way to ask, she started asking me about what I'd told Sarah concerning my virginity. "Have you and Sarah talked any since last weekend about losing your virginity?" "I haven't told her I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean," I replied. "I figured I would just pretend I'm still one for now." "Good idea. I think it would be better to wait until you're with another boy, and let her believe that was your first time instead of trying to make up a story." "Yeah, I'd never tell her who my real first time was with anyways, and she knows I'm not seeing any guys right now." She looked like she was lost in her thoughts, like she wasn't sure what to say next, and then said, "Things can change, hon, especially when you get older," she said. "I told you a little about the things my brother and I did at your age. Your mom knows about it, too." "For real?" "Yes, for real," she stated. "Close friends can share a lot of things. Your mom and I have told each other a lot about the things we did while growing up. But, there were things we both never shared until years later, even though we were best friends the whole time. The same will happen between you and Sarah ... and Pam, too." "I can't ever imagine telling Sarah though," I said, shaking my head. "Not about this." "There were things your mom and I told each other years later that shocked us both. But our friendship was strong enough that we could trust each other enough to share those things," she said, retrospectively. Looking softly at me, she added, "And our friendship became stronger because of it, too." I wasn't sure what to say to that. I was keeping things from Sarah and Pam, but we'd also shared some major secrets about things we'd already done. We were also closer friends because of it. I just couldn't imagine ever telling her about me and her parents. After Mrs. Clark finished washing me, I took my time bathing her as well. I enjoyed talking to her about things I couldn't with my mom. We talked about other things too, like stuff about our bodies. In a way, she felt like an older sister. Mom had done some of the same things when we bathed together. The physical intimacy with Mrs. Clark made it much more special though. I just wished Mom and I could at least talk as openly with each other, sharing things, especially secrets. It seemed as if I knew so much more about Mrs. Clark than my own mother. We dried off and got dressed in the bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom, I noticed that the video camera was no longer on the dresser. Had they used it? If they had, I definitely wanted to see that video. It would be cool to see just what everyone was doing while I was blindfolded. Mrs. Clark looked at her watch, "Sarah's granddad should be here soon. Let's go back downstairs and wait for them." "What should I tell her about why I'm already here?" She paused a moment, "We'll tell her you helped me take mine and your mom's old clothes to the Goodwill, except you didn't get here until just a short time ago. Just tell her you've been watching TV since you got here." She reached out and squeezed one of my breasts, "If she starts asking a lot of questions, I'm sure you can get her mind on something else." I blushed while smiling at her. "You look so cute when you're blushing," she said, teasing me. We sat together in the family room watching TV until Sarah got there with her granddad. I'd seen him a number of times when he and Sarah's grandmother visited. For an older man, he was very handsome. His wife was attractive for her age, too. They were fun to be around when our families sometimes hung out together. ------- When Sarah and her granddad arrived, I stayed in the family room until they walked in with Mrs. Clark. I could tell Sarah was surprised to see me. Her granddad spoke to me first though. "Hi, Melissa." "Hi, Mr. Thompson." "So, you're spending the night with Sarah?" "Yes, sir." "How is your mom doing, and your dad?" "They're doing okay," I said, not sure what else to say to him. "Tell them both I said hello, and that we'll have to get together sometime soon." Why would he want to see my parents? My parents are so much younger. He said to Mrs. Clark, "I need to get on back. Your mother and I are going out with some old friends tonight." ------- Mrs. Clark saw him to the door after he told us all goodbye. While her mom was at the front door with him, Sarah waved at me to come upstairs with her. When we were inside her room, she shut the door, and asked, "What are you doing here?" Sarah asked. "I was going to call when I got back." "Your mom came by on her way to the Goodwill to drop off some boxes of old clothes," I said, hoping I had my story straight. "My mom had some, too. So, she asked me to help your mom since there was so much to take. Your mom said I could come on over here with her since you were supposed to be back soon anyways." "I hope she didn't take some stuff I wanted," she said, frowning. "That would be so like her." "I think it was just some of your parents' stuff," I replied. "That's all the stuff my mom sent." "That's cool then. I hope my mom didn't bore you to death." "Your mom is pretty cool ... for a mom," I grinned, remembering just how un-motherly she had been a short time before. We sprawled across her bed together and talked. Sarah asked, "So, chick. Have you heard about Pam and Mike?" "No," I answered. "What happened?" "Nothing happened, except she and Mike are now hooked." "That's cool. He's pretty hot," I stated, thinking how lucky Pam was. "I'm surprised he isn't dating someone his age though." "They've always kinda liked each other," she said. "Yeah, plus he probably knows she'll put out, too," I giggled. "You're bad," she said, playfully derisive. "Well? It's what guys want, isn't it?" "Yeah, but I think it works both ways," she said, both of us giggling in agreement. "It won't be too much longer, and we'll be able to work on it ourselves," I said, reaching between her legs and pretending to finger fuck her. She grabbed my wrist, pushed me over onto my back, and moved her face close to mine, and said, "You're a horny little bitch. I better keep my eye on you until after you see your doc." I put my arms around her and rolled her over so I was on top. "Uh uh. You're my little bitch, girl. And don't you ever forget it," I said, pretending to be domineering. I softly kissed her forehead, and then we gazed at each other quietly for a few moments. She glanced toward the door before she said, "Don't forget my parents are still here." "I don't think they'll mind that they have a little lesbian for a daughter," I said, teasingly. "I'm NOT a lesbian," she said, sharply. "I was joking, chica. I know you like boys, too. And, I think I know which one," I raised my eyebrow, playfully smug. "So what? You've done more with him than I have." "I'm just joking around," I said, realizing I'd struck a nerve. "It's cool though. You know Jamie and I just fool around for the fun of it. It's not like we're dating or anything. He is my brother, for Gawd's sake. But I know he likes you." "Really? Did he say that?" "He hasn't really said it," I replied. "But I've seen the way he looks at you, and some of the things he says and asks about you. He'll never admit it to me though." She didn't say anything for a few moments, but she looked as if she liked the idea of Jamie being interested in her. I was sure she had a crush on him. "Do you still want him to be your first?" I asked. "Maybe. I guess." "Pam sure liked him being her first. They looked so hot together, too. I sometimes wish he wasn't my brother." "Why don't you let him be your first then? Seriously, girl." "Don't be a retard," I responded. "He's my brother." I already had one secret about losing my virginity. I really didn't want to have to hide another version of it. And I really didn't want anyone to think I lost my virginity to my brother. "No one else would have to know you did it with him," she suggested. "I wouldn't ever tell anyone. You know that. And you're not interested in any other guys right now, are you?" It started to make sense that it really didn't matter. I was already going to lie about my first time anyways. But still. "If I decided to let him be my first, you could never tell anyone," I insisted. "And I mean never ever." "Mel, I watched you suck his cock. I watched him go down on you. It's no big deal. I'd never tell anyone about it." I really didn't want to talk any more about Jamie. So I changed the subject. "Is Pam hanging out with Mike tonight?" "I dunno. I can call her. Do you want her to come over?" "Yeah. She can tell us all about Mike," I said, grinning with Sarah. Sarah called Pam and found out she didn't have anything planned. So she told her to come over and spend the night with us. Sarah went to make sure it was okay with her parents, even though we both knew they wouldn't care. She came back in the room after talking to her mom, looking like she had good news. "My parents are going out tonight. We'll have the house to ourselves." "So cool," I grinned. "This should be a fun night." "Yep," she beamed. "They're getting ready to leave. Let's go wait for Pam downstairs." We sat in the family room whispering and giggling about being alone for the night. It wasn't too long before the Clarks came downstairs to leave. Mrs. Clark said, "You girls stay out of trouble. There are pizzas in the freezer. Try not to make too big of a mess." Sarah asked her, "What time will you be back?" "It'll be about one or two o'clock at the earliest. That doesn't mean we won't check up on you. So, don't leave the house or anything without calling one of us first." ------- Sarah's parents were walking out the door just as Pam came in with her overnight bag. She ran upstairs to put her bag in Sarah's room. When she came back down, we all crashed in the family room and watched TV. Sitting across from Pam, I asked her, "So chick, you and Mike are dating?" "Yeah, but we've only gone out once," Pam said. "I've been hanging out with him at his house a lot though." "Alone?" I pried. "No. His mom is always there, but she never bothers us when we're in his room." "Spill it, girl," I demanded. "We've made out some," she smiled, innocently. "Pam..." I said, indignantly. "Okay. Yeah, we've fucked. Happy now?" she said, huffily, but also looking a little embarrassed. I moved to sit with her. I didn't want to piss her off, and have her not tell us anything else. "I'm sorry," I said, sincerely. "I'm acting like a bitch." "I didn't mean to snap at you. I don't know why I'm embarrassed about this." I put my arm around her. "So, like, how was he?" I grinned. "Gawd, Mel. I can't keep any secrets from you, can I?" she smiled and shook her head at my relentless questions. "Nope. Now tell me everything," I playfully replied. "Well, there's not a whole lot to tell. Mostly we just made out because his mom was always there. But after she didn't ever bother us, we started really fooling around. It was just yesterday that we fucked in his bedroom. The other days we just did oral and other stuff." "Way cool," I replied. "He did use a condom, right?" "Yeah, I'm not stupid. I'm not going to get preggers a week before I go to get put on the pill." Sarah asked, "Does he have a big one?" Sarah blushed as soon as she finished asking that, too. I already knew he had a nice cock from the pictures I'd seen on my dad's computer. I wondered for a moment if his mom purposely left them alone in Mike's room, hoping they would fool around. Maybe she had some way of spying on them. Even if she wasn't spying, she obviously didn't care if they did have sex. "He's about the size of Jamie, I guess. It feels great." Sarah said to Pam, "He's really cute. I wonder if he's still doing stuff with Kari. I wonder if he does anything with Julie, too." "I'm sure he still does with Kari," Pam replied. "We haven't talked about it though. I'm not sure he's even aware that Kari told us about the two of them. I know she's done stuff with Julie, but I dunno if Mike ever has though." I said, "Kari better be careful, or someone she doesn't want to know is gonna find out about them." Pam then grinned at us, "So, have you guys decided who you'd like to be your first?" I just shrugged. "Do I need to set you up with someone, chica?" she teased me. "No, I'm just not interested in anyone specific right now." "You don't have to be in love with anyone to fuck, you know?" I just shrugged again. "What about you, Sarah?" Pam asked. She looked embarrassed and didn't say anything. "She wants my brother," I blurted out, cutting my eyes toward Sarah. Sarah gave me an incredulous look. "Well, you do!" Pam said to Sarah, "You won't regret it, girl." "I know. It's just weird talking about it." "You think 'that's' weird? After all we've done together?" she said, haughtily. I could tell Sarah was just as uncomfortable talking about this as Pam had been, but Pam just couldn't realize it. I said, "Sarah, it's cool. Don't be embarrassed. After watching him with Pam, I think you'd be an idiot not to let him be your first, especially since you both like each other so much." Sarah shook her head at me incredulously. I just grinned and shrugged back at her. Pam said, "Oh, my Gawd." She looked at me, "Is this for real?" "Uh huh, but neither of them wants to admit it though." Sarah said, "Yes, I like him. But he's used to dating older girls. So forget about it." I said, "Fuck that, girl. You're as cool as any older girl. You're just as hot as anyone he's been out with. Don't put yourself down like that." "Mike's older than me. A lot of guys like younger girls anyways," Pam said, trying to reassure Sarah. Sarah just shrugged. "Why don't you call Jamie and get him to come over?" I asked. "Are you kidding? I mean, I don't want to lose my virginity tonight or anything." "Jesus, girl. You don't have to fuck him tonight. Just hang out with him," I said, sarcastically. "You want me to just call and ask him to come over then? What if he asks why?" "Just ask him if he wants to hang out with all of us over here. It's no biggie. He's hung out with us before." I paused, waiting for Sarah to say something, but she looked like she wasn't sure what to do. "Don't make me call him," I said, playfully threatening her. "Okay, I'll call. Gawd," she said, exasperated, but she started grinning, too. Sarah left the room to call Jamie. I started to tell her to talk to him so we could listen, but I didn't want to make her too nervous. While we waited, Pam and I talked about the new Gwen Stefani video when it started playing while we were watching the TV. I told her I had her new CD and that it was awesome. Sarah came back into the room. "A friend of his is hanging out with him tonight." "So, who is it? If he's hot, Mel can hang out with him. I'll call Mike and see if he can find a way to come over," Pam schemed. "He said some guy named Tony was there. But I don't know him. If I did, I would've said something." "Call him back," I encouraged. "He'll think I'm an idiot if I do!" "Give me the phone," Pam demanded. Sarah looked really embarrassed while she called. When Pam got Jamie on the phone, she asked him who Tony was. Pam repeated to us what Jamie told her, "It's some dude he hangs out with at the game room." I grimaced a little, "I saw him when he was over once. He was really dorky looking." Pam spoke back into the phone, "Don't worry about it then. We were going to see if you wanted to hang out, but Mel says Tony is a dork. So forget it." "Ask him if my parents are home." I said, curious if they were maybe going out with the Clarks. Pam asked and told me, "He said they're supposed to go out. Do you want me to ask anything else?" "No. I was just wondering is all." Sarah said to me, "I bet they'll be hanging out with my parents again." "Probably," I said, I wondered if she had any clue as to what they may be doing together. Pam jokingly told Jamie to have 'fun' with Tony and turned off the phone. She smiled at me and said, "No Tony for Mel, huh?" "Shut up. I'm not desperate," I snapped, breaking into a snobbish grin. "But I am. Jamie could've brought the CD with him if you weren't so damn picky about your men," Pam joked. "What CD?" Sarah asked. "Mel has the new Gwen Stefani CD." Sarah grabbed my arms, "You gotta go get it." "If I go, you guys better cover for me. I don't want to get put on restriction." Looking at Pam, "Your mom could even see me leave, and I bet she knows we're over here alone." Pam said, "When I left, they were getting ready to go out, too. I bet they're all hanging out somewhere." Sarah said, "So, don't worry, Mel. No one will see you. You can take my bike. It won't take you long to get there and back." ------- Sarah got her bike out for me, and I pedaled to my house as fast as I could. I didn't think anyone would check up on us that soon, but I didn't want to take any chances. As soon as I could see our driveway, I recognized the Clark's car. I wasn't sure what to do at that point. If I waited for them all to leave, they could drive back by their house for something and discover I wasn't there. I thought I might be able to sneak into the house if they were all in the family room. They probably wouldn't hear me if they were talking. So, I decided to take that chance. If I could at least get up to my room, I knew I could get back out of the house by going out my window and climbing down the trellis at the backdoor. I'd just have to hope I didn't break my neck in the process. Jamie and I had done it when we were a lot younger, but I stopped doing it after we got caught and bitched out about it. I cautiously walked Sarah's bike beside the house where it wouldn't likely be discovered. I went to the back door and peeked in the window. I didn't see anyone in the hall. I figured if I could get upstairs, I probably wouldn't get caught. I opened the backdoor, stepped inside, and closed it back as quietly as I could. I could hear my dad's voice coming from the family room. I was close to the door to the basement before I realized my mom could be down there. As I passed the closed door, I didn't hear any noises from down there. Walking quietly to the stairs close to the door to the family room, I heard my dad and Mr. Clark talking about a baseball game. I carefully peeked around the edge of the doorway as best as I could to see if my mom and Mrs. Clark were also in there, but I didn't see them. The kitchen was quiet, so they were probably upstairs in my parents' room. I just hoped that they were in there with the door closed, or at least in the bathroom where they couldn't see the hallway through the bedroom door. I crept up the stairs as quickly as I could. When I reached the top of the stairs, I was relieved to see that their bedroom door was closed. I glanced back down the stairs to make sure no one was about to come up behind me. Looking toward the end of the hall, I saw Jamie's bedroom door closed as well. I wasn't worried about him catching me because I was sure he wouldn't rat me out. He usually has it closed when he's in there with friends. I moved closer to my parents' bedroom door, curious if I could overhear Mom and Mrs. Clark talking about where they were going. What I heard though was definitely not what I was expecting. "Oh, my God!" I whispered. The sounds coming from the room were of people having sex, and at least one of them was a guy who couldn't be my dad! I felt like the breath had been kicked out of me. Who was having sex in my parents' bedroom? Was the woman my mom or Mrs. Clark? Could they both be in there? Was Tony in there with them? How could he be involved in all of this? Where the hell was my brother?! Jamie had admitted to having sex with Mrs. Clark in the past, but would they have sex in my parents' bedroom with Mom and Dad in the house?! "Oh ... my God." I whispered again, frozen where I stood. I listened a little longer, trying to figure out who was in there. I couldn't make out any of the muffled voices. They weren't really carrying on a conversation though. "Mom? ... Are you in there?" I nervously whispered, begging her to answer a question I knew she couldn't hear. The moans, grunts and other noises continued. The muffled sounds kept me riveted. I knew exactly what those sounds meant. I'd heard them quite often. But I couldn't make out who they might belong to. I finally glanced around to see if I was still alone. I listened for my dad and Mr. Clark. Why weren't they in the bedroom with their wives? Where was Jamie ... and Tony! I was certain it couldn't have been either of them. But then, I wasn't certain who the woman was either. That's when I remembered that Pam's parents were going out for the night as well. They could've ridden over with the Clarks. That had to be it. But, was Mom in there? And, where was Mrs. Clark? Could one of them be in there with some guy other than their husband? I continued to listen. It was more of the same. They were definitely having a fun time together. I'd never realized that people could make so much noise during sex. Then I heard several muffled voices at once, but these voices had something in common. "Shit!" I anxiously whispered. There was more than one woman in there! I looked back toward Jamie's bedroom and decided to check it out. If he was in his room, then that would solve part of the mystery. I quickly walked down the hall to his bedroom and listened at his door. What I heard only added more to the mystery. Again, I could make out the noise of people having sex. I pondered if this was really my house? This couldn't be my home. My dad was downstairs calmly talking about a baseball game while between two upstairs bedrooms there were at least five people having sex, and one of those rooms was his own! The muffled sounds from Jamie's room were from a guy and a female. I couldn't tell if the guy was Jamie or someone else though. The muffled sounds from the female could've belonged to anyone. I was totally confused over who was in either of the bedrooms. Would Jamie have sex with a chick while Tony was in the same room? I didn't think so. But after everything else I'd discovered, I knew better than to rule anything out. I just couldn't make any connection with Tony and everything else though. Plus, he was too much of a dork to be involved in any of this. I went to my bedroom door which was still closed like I'd left it earlier. I listened for any noises before opening the door, just in case more people were fucking in there, too. After not hearing anything, I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. I leaned against my door and took a deep breath. I'd been incredibly lucky I hadn't been caught while standing out in the hall for so long. I decided I didn't want to take that chance again. I went over where I kept my CDs, found the new Stefani one, and put it in a small bag I could carry with me while getting down from the roof. I started to leave through the window when I changed my mind and decided I needed to at least try and find out who was in the bedrooms. This was my best opportunity so far to find out more about the big secret between my mom and Mrs. Clark. I went back to my door and listened for sounds coming from the hall. After a short time, I decided to try peeking out. After very slowly opening the door, I peeked down the hallway toward my parents' bedroom, and then toward Jamie's. Both bedroom doors were still closed, and I didn't hear anyone coming up the stairs. I decided to check out Jamie's room again first. I was certain it had to be Jamie in there. If I was going to get caught, I preferred it was by him. I would just have to try to talk myself out of trouble with whoever else might be in there. After cautiously walking up to his door, I listened carefully once again. This time I was able to make out Jamie's voice. But I still couldn't figure out who was with him. It sounded like it was just one other person with him. But I couldn't hear her voice well enough to figure out who she was. I wanted to believe it was Mrs. Clark in his room, but would she be having sex with Jamie when the other adults were also in the house? This would mean Jamie had to know a lot of things that he's never told me. I'd have to try to corner Jamie into telling me everything. While still listening at Jamie's door, I was startled when I heard my dad and Mr. Clark talking as they were coming up the stairs. I dashed back to my bedroom and closed the door just in time. Their voices became louder as they reached the top of the stairs, but their words were muffled somewhat by my door. However, I could tell they were talking just outside my parents' bedroom. I couldn't make out everything they were saying, but I did hear Dad say something like "they're probably still at it in there." Moments later, I made out the sound of my parents' bedroom door opening. My dad seemed to start talking louder after that, too. "Don't wear yourselves out so early, ladies. We've got a busy night ahead." "Looks like they may have worn the poor guy out though," said a voice that I was sure belonged to Mr. Clark. I heard what sounded like at least two females laughing. The laughter seemed to come from inside the bedroom, but it was too faint for me to identify. I then made out a female voice at the bedroom door. She seemed to be talking to Dad and Mr. Clark, but I couldn't make out what she was saying to them. Even though I couldn't understand the words spoken, I knew that voice all too well. It was Mom. I didn't hear anyone else come up from downstairs. So, she evidently had been one of the females in the bedroom with some guy. Apparently from how calm Dad remained, he didn't seem to mind what had happened in their bedroom. Moments later, I was able to make out Mr. Rayner's voice as well. They all seemed content to just stand talking at my parents' bedroom door, but their voices were muffled enough that I couldn't make out all of what they were saying to each other. The one thought that kept going through my mind was how could they risk Jamie possibly coming out of his room and overhearing what was going on in her bedroom, unless it was nothing new for him. I had to figure out how to get Jamie to tell me what all he knew about everything. They did joke around some about getting dressed and ready to go, but I couldn't make out much else they were saying, or who the other people in the room might be. Then I heard Jamie's bedroom door open. A few moments later, I heard the footsteps of at least two people go by my door, walking toward the stairs. The footsteps seemed to stop near my parents' bedroom, and I heard Dad ask, "Having fun with our son tonight?" I listened very intently for a reply, but it was too faint to understand. It was a female voice though, and it definitely wasn't Tony's. Dad said, "We'll be leaving in a few minutes. We're already running late because of your mother and her friends." I then heard several people going downstairs. After a few moments, I made out Mrs. Clark's voice for the first time. "Are they downstairs?" "Yeah, are you afraid they saw something?" Dad chuckled. I then heard Mrs. Rayner's voice. Her voice was easier to understand than my mom's, but where had she been the whole time? "It's not like they haven't seen stuff like this before." What was she talking about? What 'stuff'? Was Jamie and whoever was with him more involved in all of this? Does Jamie know about all of them already? Mrs. Rayner could've been referring to seeing Jamie together with some of the other kids, or something like that. I was learning a lot, but also getting even more frustrated than before. Mrs. Clark said, "They sure don't need to see any of the pictures though." For the first time, Mom's voice was clear enough to understand. "No one can get to any of our stuff without the key." Were they talking about 'the' pictures? I couldn't be sure. Mrs. Rayner said, "I hated lying to her." Mrs. Clark said, "It's better that she not find out about him, at least for now." Mom said, "You've handled things great with both of them so far." I was sure they were talking about Jamie and me. Mrs. Rayner had lied to me and knew that Jamie was involved with at least Mrs. Clark. Both mom and dad obviously knew as well. Knowing Mrs. Rayner had lied to me, I couldn't be sure anymore that it really was just Jamie and me having sex with the adults. Mrs. Rayner said, "She's determined to know about you guys. She suspects a lot." Mom said, "All the more reason to be careful. Colleen and I have learned to be more cautious." Mr. Clark said, "We almost forgot the video camera." Was he talking about earlier that afternoon with me? Was I not supposed to know I was videoed while blindfolded? Dad's voice, "It's good you didn't. None of us want to have to explain all of that." Whatever was going on between all of them, both of my parents were definitely involved in a big way. Dad said, "You and Andrea should probably take a shower." Mrs. Clark said, "It won't matter, especially where we're going." I could hear several of them agreeing to what Mrs. Clark said, along with a little laughter. I couldn't make out too much more of what they said after that. It sounded like they had all moved into the bedroom. I figured they must be getting ready to leave to go wherever. So, I decided to just wait on them, and see if I could sneak back out the backdoor after they left. Their voices became louder again as they came back out of the bedroom. After closing the bedroom door, it sounded like all of them began going downstairs. I listened for a short time before I opened my door slightly and checked out the hallway. Jamie's bedroom door was still open. I stepped out into the hall and cautiously walked to the top of the stairs. Their voices seemed to be coming from near the front door. After listening for a short time, their voices faded and I heard the front door close. I stood where I was and listened until I heard their cars leaving. I didn't think Jamie had gone with them, but I wasn't sure if he was still in the house either. I walked back down the hall to his room to check it out. The bed definitely looked like a few people could've had sex on it. I walked back down the hall and listened at my parents' bedroom door before peeking in. Their bed was just as messed up as Jamie's. I stepped through the bedroom to my parents' bathroom. Looking around, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. For a moment, I considered snooping around in the closets and stuff. But I didn't want Jamie possibly catching me doing that. I left my parents' room and closed the door back. I quietly went back downstairs. As I got about halfway to the bottom, I could hear the TV on in the family room. The closer I got to the bottom, the more I was sure whoever was in the family room was watching a sex video. I didn't hear any voices though. After reaching the bottom of the stairs and not hearing anyone moving around, I tiptoed to where I could peek into the family room. Sitting together on the couch were Jamie and Penny. Penny was facing Jamie, sitting on his legs. Both of them were already naked. Jamie was sucking one of her nipples while rubbing her pussy. She had her head back with her eyes closed, while slowly stroking his hard cock. Seeing Penny wasn't a big surprise, but how involved was she in everything? I had only stayed upstairs for a few minutes after our parents left. They sure got busy making out as soon as they did leave, including putting on one of my parents' sex videos. Jamie and I knew they had sex tapes and DVDs, and they didn't really hide them all that well from us. I assumed he'd already gotten it from our parents' bedroom earlier in the day or something. I decided I better get my little butt out of the house. If either one of them had looked toward the door, I probably would've been spotted. After making sure I hadn't dropped anything, I quietly walked to the back of the house. After I'd closed the backdoor and made sure it was locked, I went around to the side of the house and grabbed Sarah's bike. I cautiously made my way out to the street, and then rode as fast as I could back to the Clark's house. Along the way, I tried to piece together what I'd seen and heard. It probably had been Penny in Jamie's room. Our parents obviously didn't care that they were fucking. I bet she even rode over with the Clarks and Rayners, too. I hadn't been upstairs too long after all of our parents had left. Had they seen Jamie and Penny in the family room like they were when I saw them? There was no way I could know. I did know that Jamie lied to Sarah on the phone earlier. They weren't hooked or anything, but still. ------- When I got back to the Clarks, Pam and Sarah were very relieved to see me. "What took you so long? Did you get caught?" Sarah anxiously asked. "No, but I almost did, I said. I looked at both of them, "Your parents were all over at my house getting ready to go out with mine." "Fuck, girl. Did you wait for them to leave before going in the house?" Pam asked. "I snuck in the backdoor without them seeing me. But then I had to wait for them to leave before I could sneak back out." Sarah said, "Was Tony there with Jamie?" I started to tell her the truth, but I didn't want her to get down about it. "Yeah, they were goofing off in his bedroom. Neither one of them saw me though." Pam said, "Should I call Jamie and get them to come over now, or was Tony still dorky?" "I didn't see him, and I'd rather not take a chance that he is," I said, warily. We put on the CD in the family room, and ate the pizza that Sarah and Pam had fixed while I was gone. I couldn't get my mind off what I'd discovered at my house though. I wondered if Pam's parents had told her anything specific before she came over. "Did your parents say where they were going tonight?" "They never do. I guess they figure I'll just call their cell phone if I need them." Sarah said, "I used to wonder where mine went, but I haven't really thought about it for a while." "Unless I spend the night off, Penny usually watches me and Peter when our parents go out. I doubt they would like what we do when they're gone though," Pam said, grinning devilishly. Looking at me, Pam said, "Too bad you couldn't get one of your parents' pornos." "I was too busy trying to keep off of restriction," I said, looking at her wryly. Pam looked at Sarah, "Do your parents have any?" "I dunno. They probably do, but I've never seen one." "Let's go look," Pam said expectantly, sitting up like she was about to stand. I started to tell them we better not. I didn't know how well Mrs. Clark had hidden the pictures and videos of me and the others. I definitely didn't want them to find those. Sarah started grinning and stood up, "If they have any, they'd probably be in my parents' bedroom." Pam stood up as well. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me along with them to go upstairs. I started to offer to go back to my house to get a few of my parents' DVDs, but they seemed determined to do some snooping around, which ordinarily I would be all for doing. Sarah and Pam went straight to the bedroom closet. The closet was pretty big, but it was not really a walk-in closet. I stood behind them terrified that Mrs. Clark hadn't hidden the pictures and videos of me very well. They were moving stuff around when I heard Sarah say, "Damn, it's locked." "What's locked?" I asked, trying to look around them. "This cabinet. I bet my parents keep their sex stuff in here." Pam said, "Maybe we can find a key in the bedside table or dresser." I quickly said, "You guys keep looking in the closet. I'll look for a key." I hurriedly tried to figure out where her mom might keep the key. I was determined to find it before either of them had a chance. I went straight to the bedside table and rummaged through it, but I didn't see a key. Then I realized it didn't make any sense that she would leave a key where it could be found so easily. She probably kept it on her key chain. She had to know Sarah might come in here looking when she and her husband weren't home. Pam exclaimed, "I found them!" I turned and saw Pam standing just inside the closet, grinning and holding some cases in her hands. I quickly went back over to her to make sure she hadn't found the wrong ones. Thankfully, they were adult videos like the ones my parents have. Sarah said, "Way cool. But remember how you found them. I don't want to get into trouble over this." "That's not all I found," Pam said, excitedly. She reached into a box and pulled out one of Mrs. Clark's vibrators. Sarah shyly grinned at me, "That's a lot like the one your mom has." "That's just one of them, chick," Pam said excitedly while reaching into a box and pulling out more sex toys. I'm sure I blushed when she held up the wrist and ankle restraints for us to see. Pam said to Sarah, "Damn girl, your parents are kinky. So cool." Sarah looked at me shyly. I forced myself to grin at her, pretending I was also surprised to see the stuff. It was then that I began to realize just how strong our parents' marriages probably were. The other parents I knew were all really uptight about a lot of things. I realized just how much our parents had to trust and have faith in each other to be involved in the things they were doing together. I said, "I think it's so cool that your parents have fun like that. You'd have to really trust someone to let them use those things on you." Sarah said, "I guess. It's just that ... they're my parents!" She blushed even more. I said, "So what? They're just like anyone else. They just have a lot more experience with things. I think it's neat how they're not so hung up about sex like a lot of people are." Sarah seemed to be less embarrassment after she saw that I wasn't judging her parents in a bad way. They'd already taught me so much about how much fun sex could be with people you really trust. I would've been a hypocrite if I'd said anything different. Pam then pulled out the strap-on Mrs. Clark had used with me. Sarah gasped and stared at it, but didn't say anything. She looked skittishly between us, and said, "Please don't tell anyone my mom has one of those." She cringed and stared at the strap-on, waiting for us to say something. I touched her arm and said, "You know we won't tell anyone else anything, girl." Sarah continued to stare at the strap-on without saying anything. She seemed really weirded out about it. Pam and I both reassured her that she could trust us. We told her that we already had a bunch of secrets between us, and this would just be another. Sarah seemed to slowly shrug it off after that. I figured it might be the first time she realized her mom might like having sex with other women. Until last summer, I'd never really given any thought to what they did when we weren't around. We looked through about a dozen of the DVD cases, searching for one we wanted to watch. We laughed at some of the titles. Some of the images on the cases were really wild. Pam said, "Look at this one! Look at how big that guy is. And he's fucking her ass!" "Not this girl's ass. Uh uh," I said, shaking my head. "That's gotta hurt," Sarah said, wide eyed. Pam said, "I've heard it feels pretty good. At least that's what I heard one of Penny's friends say. If the guy was maybe Mike or Jamie's size, I guess it might feel good." We picked a DVD that supposedly had the best scenes of a number of movies. We talked and giggled about some of the covers as we went back downstairs. When we got to the door to the family room, Pam said, "I'm gonna run over to my house to get something real quick. You guys will love this. I'll be right back." Sarah and I looked at each other wondering what she meant. We just shrugged at each other. I turned back and watched Pam running over to her house. Sarah took me by my wrist, and pensively said, "Mel, I want to tell you about something before Pam gets back." She went with me into the family room. I silently followed, curious what this was all about. She led me over to the couch and got me to sit beside her. "What's so important?" "Um, it's about what we found in my parents' closet," she said, looking almost scared to say anything at all. "You mean the sex toys?" "Well, it's about the strap-on," she said, then looked down at the floor. I stared at her intently. She seemed like she was trying to build up her courage. She finally said, "I saw my mom with it one day last year." "Oh, my God." "Exactly," she agreed. "I mean, finding it is pretty wild by itself, but to see your mom with it ... just, wow." "Well, you know what it's for, don't ya?" "You're kidding? Someone was with her?" "Yeah. Mel, don't freak out at what I'm about to tell ya, okay?" I warily nodded. "Your mom was with her." There it was. If I hadn't already suspected that they probably were having sex, this would've totally blown me away. So, I knew I had to at least pretend. "They were using it on each other?" I asked, feigning disbelief. "Yeah," she warily replied. Sarah stared at me, obviously afraid of how I was going to react. "You saw them having sex together?" "Yeah, on my parents' bed. I didn't know how to tell you." "Oh, my God. Were they doing everything we do?" "I didn't see very much, but from what I did see and hear, yeah. Haven't you ever noticed that they're really close and stuff?" "Yeah. I knew they were really close friends and all," I said, pausing to carefully decide what to say next. "What did you actually see?" "My mom was wearing the strap-on and ... well, you know." "Why didn't you say something to me?" I asked, wanting to know why she hid it from me. "Mel, I was scared. It was a few months before we started making out. After I saw them together, I was afraid our moms were lesbians, and that they were going to leave our dads. I didn't want you to be scared, too." "Oh, my God, girl. You must've totally freaked out. I probably would've, too." I looked sympathetically at her. It was then obvious why Sarah acted so strange when Pam found the strap-on. "Is that why you were so weirded out when you saw Pam holding it?" "Yeah, it reminded me of how terrified I had been thinking my parents might divorce, and yours, too. After I saw our moms having sex, I started closely watching how my parents acted together. I could tell that Mom really loves dad. And your parents seemed to be cool together, too. So I got to where I didn't think so much about it anymore." She paused and looked at me, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before now." I hugged her, "It's cool. I understand why. I'm just glad you told me now." "I think they probably still do stuff, like we do." I felt really guilty again about keeping so much from her. But I had no choice. "Then you know they don't have to be lesbians to like making out together." "I figured that out after the first time we had sex. Remember when I asked you if you were a lesbian? All I could think about was you and our moms being lesbians. I knew I wasn't one, but I really liked what we had done." "So, you know they're not lesbians, right?" "Yeah. Doing stuff with you and Pam helped me understand all of that. I still like guys and all." "I know you like guys, especially Jamie," I teased her. She blushed and said, "Don't tell him, okay?" "I won't. But I'm sure he likes you, too." She looked down and smiled. It was about then that we heard Pam at the front door. Sarah said, "Don't tell Pam anything about this, okay?" "It's our secret," I said as we got up to go open the door. Pam came inside grinning and holding a bag. She led us back into the family room before she would show us what she had. We sat together on the couch with Pam between us. She reached into the bag and pulled out a very long flexible dildo, and placed it on the coffee table. This one was different from any I'd seen before. It was shaped like the head of a cock on both ends. I asked, "What is that?! Where did you get it?" "It's a double dong, you retard. It's my mom's." "I'm not a retard, bitch. I've just never seen one," I retorted. "Chill out, girl. I figured you hadn't. But after we found the strap-on, I thought you guys would like to see this." Sarah said to Pam, "I guess both our moms like to make out with chicks." Sarah smiled at me, and I knew she'd keep our secret. I was sure I didn't want Pam to know anything about my mom yet. I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted her to know, at least not until I knew exactly what was going on. Pam said to Sarah, "You know our moms may be having sex together. I'm sure my parents are doing stuff with other people." Sarah said, "I wouldn't be surprised since our moms hang out so much. But why do you think your parents fool around with other people? Is it because of what Penny said about Pastor Thomas and your mom?" "Well, yeah. But there's other stuff. I've been watching them since Penny told us about Pastor Thomas. It's some of the stuff they say to each other when they think no one is able to overhear. Sometimes they'll say stuff that makes me think they're talking about having had sex with some people they know." Pam looked at me, "You know all of our parents hang out a lot." "Yeah. But I haven't heard mine say anything like what you mean though," I lied. Pam said, "My mom has other toys, too. Most of it is just different kinds of vibrators and dildoes. She has this one thing that looks like a string of small balls. I think you push them in your butt and then slowly pull them out." I'd never heard of anything like that before. I tried to picture it in my mind. Pam giggled and shook her head at our silent stares. I hated when she acted like she knew so much more than us. So, I tried to act like it was no big deal. "That might be fun to do. I'd try that before letting a guy fuck my butt. You should've brought it over, too." "I didn't want to touch them. Gross," Pam said, disgusted. I asked, "Why do you think it's gross? It sounds like it would be cool to try out." "Chica, we're talking about something that's been in someone's butt. I don't think so." "If your butt is clean, what's the big deal?" "Why don't you kiss my asshole if you don't think it's a big deal," Pam said, skeptically. "What if I said I'd do it. Would you let me?" Both Sarah and Pam stared at me in stunned silence for a moment. Sarah said, "You're not serious, are you?" I nodded confidently. Pam looked at me cynically, "You would kiss my asshole if I let you? Yeah, right." "I'd not only kiss it. I'd also lick it," I said, unflinchingly. "Girl, have you done it with someone already?" Sarah asked, looking at me incredulously. "Yeah, Jamie and I have done it to each other. It was so wild, and it feels awesome." "I don't believe it. That is just freakin' gross. Girl, you are so lying," Pam challengingly replied. "No, I'm not. If you're clean, why is it any more gross than sucking a cock or licking a pussy? You've heard about washing yourself, right?" I retorted, sarcastically. Pam didn't answer, but I could tell she understood what I meant. I said, "Look. Let's put on the DVD. It's got butt fucking in it. So, I bet there's probably a scene with people licking each other's butts, too." Sarah looked at me like I was crazy, but got up and went to the DVD player with the DVD we'd picked out. While Sarah got the DVD set up to play, Pam turned to me and pulled my top over my head. She grinned at me when I gave her a playfully pretentious look. "It's not like we're not going to end up naked anyways. We might as well before the video starts," Pam said as she unbuttoned my shorts, pushed me back on the couch, and pulled them off me. She leaned down and sniffed at my legs and pussy. I looked at her like she was crazy. "What are you doing?" "Seeing if you know about that thing called washing," she grinned. "I'm all about being clean," I knowingly grinned back. She stood up, turned around, looked back at me, wiggled her butt and cutely said, "Me too." I leaned up and smacked her ass. "You might not like what I do to your butt if you keep making fun of me," I said, wagging my finger playfully at her. Sarah came back over and helped me take off Pam's clothes. We then took off hers, and she more or less repeated what Pam did. "I think you guys are obsessed with this now," I grinned, raising my eyebrow. "Well, since you're begging us to let you," Pam joked. I playfully poked her side. As we stood in a close circle, I leaned into Pam and kissed her. I then did the same with Sarah. We took turns kissing each other after that. Our hands began to play with each other's bodies. I loved feeling Pam's hand on my back and butt as I pressed my body into Sarah's while we kissed. After a short time, we pulled apart from each other and sat down again, with me between them this time. Sarah picked up the remote, stopped my Stefani CD, and started the DVD playing. We leaned back and relaxed together while the DVD began playing. Sarah plopped her leg over mine, and pulled my leg closer to her. Pam did the same with my other leg, resulting in the three of us with our legs spread open. They both slipped a hand between my legs, and I did the same to them. It was so cool to be able to do stuff together so openly, and not having to worry how the other person would react. As the first scene started playing, Pam leaned close to my ear and asked, "Were you really serious about licking my butt?" "Yeah, if you want. I know you'll love it," "You're such a potty mouth, Mel." She grinned, using her fingers to lightly tease my clit. Smiling, I rolled my eyes at her before we turned our attention back to the video. The first scene was of a coed with three frat guys. The girl was cute, and the guys had really nice cocks. There was no seduction or anything like that. They all stripped very quickly and got down to it. I could tell when Sarah or Pam liked something they saw by the way they touched me. They probably noticed the same from me, too. The guys took turns fucking the girl in different positions. One of them did her doggie style while she sucked one or both of the other guys at the same time. It sort of reminded me of Peter fucking Pam in their back yard. "That's kinda hot. We'll have to get Mike, Peter and Jamie to do that with us sometime," Pam exclaimed. I stared at her unbelievingly, "Mike wouldn't care if you fucked other guys?" "If he got to fuck you and Sarah, I doubt he would care who was fucking me." "You're probably right. I think I'd have a problem with my guy doing another chick though," I replied. "I might feel the same way if it ever happens, but I think I'd get over it quick," Pam grinned. I giggled and slid my finger inside her pussy, and said, "Slut." She just grinned and did the same to me while Sarah used her hand to rub around my clit. My other hand was still playing between Sarah's legs. They were both very wet, and I'm sure they easily noticed that I was, too. The next scene was about six sorority sisters making out together. They were all naked and paired up on the floor in their sorority house. Most of the time, the girls were just licking each other. But one girl got behind another, and pressed her face into her butt. The camera angle changed so that we could watch the tip of her tongue lick over the girl's cute butt hole. I turned and smiled knowingly at both of them. Pam said, "That does look pretty wild." "It is," I grinned. We watched a little longer. Neither of them said anything as they watched the girl getting rimmed. I began to think they were afraid to ask me to do it to them. So, I untangled my legs from theirs and stood up. I grabbed both of them by a hand and pulled until they stood up. I led them over to where we could get on the floor together. We kneeled down together. I put my arms around Sarah and kissed her deeply. I then kissed down her neck before moving behind her so that I could kiss down her back. Pam rubbed her pussy as she watched me kiss and lick closer to the top of Sarah's firm little butt. I moved so my face was right at her ass. I then kissed and nibbled on each of her butt cheeks, occasionally glancing at Pam staring intently at what I was doing. I used my hands to gently nudge Sarah to lean down so her butt was left sticking in the air. I playfully fondled her butt cheeks before pressing my face between them. I slid my tongue between her cheeks and gently lick her tight little opening. Her moans told me she liked it. I did my best to put on a nasty show for Pam to see. Glancing at her again, I could tell she was getting off on what she saw me doing. I stopped licking for a moment and said to Pam, "Put your face beside mine so you can watch better." She hesitated for just a moment before doing it. When her face was near mine, I again flicked my tongue across Sarah's asshole. I glanced at Pam and said, "I love touching her there with my tongue." I licked again, and said, "It's so fucking nasty." Another lick and Sarah moaned, arching her back a little. "See how much she likes it?" I fluttered my tongue for a short time over her tight opening. Sarah moaned again and pushed her butt back against my mouth. "She loves what I'm doing, and I love doing it to her," I said, with Pam's face even closer, almost against mine. Pam seemed to be getting totally hooked on what I was doing. Her mouth was so close to mine that I could feel her breath. I couldn't resist trying to kiss her. At first Pam seemed tentative. So, I pulled back and said, "Kiss me good just once. If you still don't like the idea of it afterward, it's cool. But try just once. Please?" I challenged, sweetly. I knew she couldn't resist my dare. She was too proud about always knowing more about stuff than me or Sarah. And, I could see she was extremely turned on by what I was doing. We leaned into each other and passionately kissed. I slid my tongue in her mouth and it seemed to drive her wild. I thought she was going to bruise my lips the way she was kissing me back. I broke the kiss after a short time, and challenged her again. "Now you do it. Lick her sexy little ass like I did." She didn't hesitate at all. She moved and pressed her face where mine had been. With her mouth pressed against Sarah's butt, I wasn't able to actually see her tongue. But I could tell she was licking. Sarah's reaction was more than enough evidence of that. While Pam continued rimming Sarah, I kissed down Pam's back like I had done with Sarah. I'm sure she knew I was about to lick her butt, too, but she kept her mouth pressed into Sarah. When I touched Pam's butt hole with my tongue, she groaned loudly into Sarah's butt. We stayed like that for a while before we switched so that Sarah could lick my butt. I knew she wouldn't hesitate like Pam had. After a while, we switched again so that we each had a turn rimming each other. We finally pulled apart and kissed each other deeply, knowing exactly where our mouths had just been. I said to both of them, "Now you guys have potty mouths." We laughed and lay down on the floor together. When we looked back to the TV, another scene was showing two women making out with a double dong like the one Pam had brought over. Pam sat up and leaned over to pick it up off the table. "Want to try it with Sarah? I'll put it inside both of you if you want," Pam asked me, expectantly. "You and Sarah go first. Like mothers; like daughters," I grinned. Sarah playfully stuck her tongue out at me. Pam smiled and rolled her eyes while handing me the toy. They lay down on their backs, moving between each other's legs so their pussies were close together. I held one end of the double dong at Pam's opening and slowly slipped it inside her. I gently pushed it in and out for a few moments before holding the other end against Sarah's pussy. After slipping it into Sarah a few inches, I got them to scoot their butts closer together. That seemed to encourage them to start humping into each other, fucking each other deeply. They both had about half of the double dong inside of them as they pushed their mounds into each other. I placed my fingers on their clits and gently rubbed, trying to help them get off. Because of the way they were lying, they had each other's leg to hold against their body. I wasn't sure who started it, but they both were occasionally kissing and licking each other's leg. That turned me on more than anything. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over Sarah's clit before switching to Pam's. I then leaned up close to Sarah's ear and teasingly said, "Just imagine your moms doing this together." She softly said, "Gawd, you're nasty, Mel." "But you love it," I softly replied before kissing her. I leaned back up and began playing with my own pussy while watching them fuck each other. I pictured the idea of Sarah's mom and mine doing the same thing together while watching. It felt wrong to think of them that way, but it also had my pussy throbbing. Pam finally said, "I don't think I can cum like this." "I don't think I can either, but it feels really good," Sarah said. I pulled the toy from between them, and bent it so that both ends were close together at my mouth. I showed off licking each end of the double dong, making long slow passes with my tongue, letting them see me taste their juices from it. They both leaned up and pushed me onto my back, and spread my legs open. Sarah took the double dong from me, and gently pushed one end inside my pussy. She used both hands to fuck me with it. It was a nice feeling, but not nearly as nice as her dad's cock had felt. Sarah stopped for a moment and looked at Pam, "I've got an idea. I'll be right back." Sarah stood up and quickly left the room. I could hear her running up the stairs. "I know what she's getting," Pam said, grinning. "And you get the first turn." I blushed and bit my bottom lip as I remembered Sarah's mom using that strap-on with me. After about a minute, we heard Sarah running back down the stairs. She had a huge grin and started giggling as she came back into the family room with it. "Put it on, Sarah, and fuck our butt muncher," Pam joked. "Butt muncher?" I asked, playfully indignant. Pam just grinned and stood up to help Sarah with the strap-on. After Sarah got it put on right, Pam got back down on the floor next to me, playfully ridiculing me again. "Are you ready for Sarah's big hard cock, little girlie?" Pam taunted, while pushing me further onto my back and lifting my legs up and apart. Pam pushed two fingers inside me and said, "Uh huh. You're more than ready." I'm sure even they could hear the squishy noises Pam was making with her fingers inside me. I was more than ready for Sarah to fuck me. Sarah got down on her knees between my legs, "This feels so ... weird." "C'mon, Sarah. Be the man," Pam joked, causing all of us to laugh. Sarah moved closer so that the tip of the dildo was between my pussy lips, and then slowly slid it up and down between them. She then pressed it gently against my opening, letting it slip inside. She slowly inserted it inside me until her hips were pressed into mine. Sarah said, "This still feels weird, you guys." Pam leaned close to her and said, "It looks kinda weird too, but you guys look so fucking hot." Sarah gently fucked me slowly until she got a good rhythm going. Her body felt wonderful against mine. As she got more into it, she rutted harder against me, fucking me almost like her dad. She began kissing the side of my neck. Her nipples pressed into my breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as she humped hard into me. I groaned to Sarah, "You're pretty good at this, girl." Sarah put her mouth close to my ear and whispered, "This is what I saw my mom doing to yours." "Oh, my God," I softly replied. ------- Chapter 13 We slept in most of the next morning. The previous night had been one of the wildest times Sarah, Pam and I had spent together. We ate a late breakfast with Mrs. Clark before Pam went home. As I was starting to leave, Mrs. Clark offered to drop me off on her way to the grocery store. Once we were sitting in the car in front of her house, Mrs. Clark teased me by asking, "So, I suspect you girls had a fun time last night." "Yeah, we played together ... like we usually do," I said softly, blushing. "Like usual? I'm pretty sure more than just 'usual' occurred last night." The way she said that made me wonder just what she knew. "What do you mean?" I was scared she knew I had left the house last night, and also knew I had gone home while she and her husband were there with my parents and the Rayners. "Melissa, I know you girls went into my closet last night." I froze when she said that. I would've been pissed off too, if someone went into my closet like that too. I knew she couldn't be happy with me. She continued, "I know you girls found my toys because of the way I found them in the box this morning." "I'm sorry. We ... we had been talking about watching some porn movies ... and Sarah said that there may be some in your closet. I couldn't find a way to talk her and Pam out of going into your closet to look for them. I was scared they would find ... you know. Mrs. Clark sighed, "The 'you knows' are locked in the cabinet in the closet. And Bob and I are very careful about keeping our keys to it with us ... especially if we're not home." "I tried to stop them, but I didn't know how without looking weird or something." It got quiet for a moment before I blurted out, "We played with the strap-on together." Mrs. Clark smiled while looking across at me, her interest obviously peaked, "Did you use it on Sarah?" "We used it on each other ... and Pam. We had a lot of time to kill," I said, grinning. Mrs. Clark's temperament obviously had changed from one of almost scolding to anxiously curious to know more about what we did. "I'm surprised Sarah wasn't concerned about using her mom's sex toys ... knowing that I obviously use them very intimately." "She wasn't weirded out about it at all. If anything, she may have been more turned on last night than I've ever seen her." Mrs. Clark seemed lost in her thoughts for a few moments, digesting what I'd said. "What did Sarah think about the other things in the box ... the blindfolds ... the restraints?" "She was a little embarrassed, but I told her it was cool. Pam was cool about it as well. We told Sarah we all had things we knew about each other that would look really bad if it got out. She was okay after that." Mrs. Clark said, "I'm glad you girls understand the need for secrecy ... and not to judge people so harshly ... unless you want to be judged as well. So, what DVD did you pick out to watch while using my strap-on?" "I don't know the title. It was kind of a 'best of' movie." "Did it inspire you to do anything else together?" I purposely didn't tell her about Pam going home to get her mom's double dong. I didn't want her thinking we would leave like that at night while being left alone, especially considering I had snuck home and discovered the things I did there. "Well, we did end up licking each other's butts," I said, timidly. "Oh my. Sarah enjoyed that? She licked your asshole? "Yep. We licked each other's. They thought I was joking when I told them I would lick theirs, but they got into it after I showed them I wasn't bluffing." "That sounds like a lot of fun," Mrs. Clark said with a faraway look. I suspected she was remembering things she had done before like that. She then said, "I suspect you're a little sore after using that strap-on. It's not the smallest of toys I have." "Maybe a little." "I'm also a little sore ... after last night," she said, hinting at what she'd been doing. "What did you do to get sore?" "I had the real thing ... several of them," she teased me. "Too cool! That sounds like fun." "It's a good kind of sore, don't you agree? Maybe I can arrange something like that for you sometime ... soon," she said, winking. I didn't know what to say to that. Could she be talking about Mr. Clark and Jamie with me at the same time? I wasn't sure how to ask her that question. I think she finally realized we had been sitting parked in front of their house, talking for some time now. She drove me home without revealing much else. ------- At home, Jamie came into my room and asked, "Why were you guys asking me so many questions last night on the phone?" I didn't want to let on that I knew he had lied about who he was with. So I just shrugged like it didn't mean anything. "We were just goofing around and wanted to bug you is all. Plus, you missed out on having three chicks again," I teased. Jamie just shrugged then. He had plenty of fun with Penny, but apparently didn't want to admit it. I asked, changing the subject a little, "Are you interested in anyone right now?" I was curious to see if he said he was interested in Penny. He said no, but didn't say it like he really meant it. So I bluntly asked, "Do you like Penny?" "Not really ... No. She's just fun to be with sometimes." Persistently I asked, "So who?" He didn't say anything. I knew from that he was definitely interested in someone. "You really weren't with Tony last night, were you?" He shook his head no. "Did you tell Sarah that to get out of maybe hanging out with her?" "I lied because I didn't want her to know that Penny had called to see if I wanted to hang out with her. She came over yesterday afternoon and we pretty much stayed in my room." I thought, yeah right ... except when you were fucking her downstairs in the family room ... after fucking her in your room earlier. "I'm surprised Mom let the two of you be alone in your room like that." "Mom didn't say anything to us about it," he said. "She never checked on us that I know." "So, did you guys fool around and stuff?" "No more than you chicks did." "We wouldn't do anything like that." "Yeah, right," he answered, sarcastically. "I bet you girls licked each other raw." "I bet Penny fucked you raw, too." He quickly slipped his shorts off to show off what I already knew would be a cock already hard and throbbing, "She tried her best, but not quite." "You better be careful with the door open," I raised an eyebrow, reminding him we weren't alone in the house. "Your mouth is almost worth the risk of getting caught." "Almost?" I said, slapping his arm. I wondered why Jamie seemed to be more careless lately. I remembered the morning I found my bedroom door unlocked when he said he'd locked it the previous night ... the night we'd fooled around when he told me he'd had sex with Mrs. Clark. Jamie hadn't tried to open my door first the next morning though. He could've forgotten he'd left it unlocked. Or, if he left it unlocked on purpose, he might have figured I would just think he was an idiot for not locking it. Well, he was an idiot either way, but was Jamie scheming with Mom somehow so she could spy on us? "If you want me to touch that thing, you better close the door," I demanded. "I'm not getting into trouble just because you want Mom to see your cock," I said, goading him. He appeared to look like he had been caught at maybe trying to do just that! I couldn't be sure though. I was determined to get him to open up to me about what he really knew about our parents and the Clarks. After he closed the door ... and locked it this time ... he walked back over close to me. I took the initiative by taking his hard prick into my hands and caressing it softly. After a few moments while he stared down at me admiring his erection, I asked, "Were you serious about doing stuff with Mrs. Clark?" "Yeah, why do you ask?" "I saw her yesterday and started thinking about it," I replied. "It's just totally wild that you two have fucked." "It is pretty wild," he admitted. "You can't ever say anything to anyone though." "I won't, dear brother," I said, before licking the head of his cock. I decided to try to work him into a frenzy so he might slip up and reveal more things. "Have you done things with any other grownups?" I asked. Jamie hesitated. I put his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it before taking it back into my hands, caressing it more. "Well?" I asked, looking at him expectantly, promising more if he told me something new. "Uh ... yeah." I lovingly sucked his cock for a few moments before cradling it again with my hands. "Who?" I asked, stroking his wet cock slowly with my soft hands. God, his cock was so hard and throbbing like crazy at that moment. "I don't know," he replied, acting weird though. "What do you mean, you don't know?" "I don't," he stated. "I couldn't see who it was the times we did stuff." "What do you mean? Was it a dark room or something," I asked before bathing his cock with my soft tongue for a few moments, then slowly stroking him again. "I ... I was blindfolded." Interesting, I thought. "Wow. Pretty hot, dear brother," I said, acting surprised. "So it could've been anyone, huh?" "Yeah. Mrs. Clark said it was a friend of hers the times we did it." "Wait ... just how many times have you done that?" "Six times." "So, it could've been six different grownups?" "Yeah, I guess," he said. "Hell, there could have been more than one each time for all I know." "Did you fuck them each of those times?" "I fucked and did other things with someone other than Mrs. Clark for sure most of those times, but I'm not really sure who." "Where were you when these times happened?" "At the Clarks' house ... in their bedroom," he said, before continuing. "Can you stop interrogating me and suck my cock off, for fucks sake?" he demanded. I figured he was through telling me anything else at that time. I felt really close to him for revealing what he did though, even if it was under duress. I gave Jamie the best blowjob I knew how. I was sure he was telling the truth based on the description of things. Mrs. Clark apparently didn't restrain him like she and her husband had with me. Jamie offered to lick my pussy. I pulled my shorts and panties off and he began using his tongue on my very wet pussy. I was extremely wet by then. I was also already close to an orgasm when his tongue slithered back and forth over my clit. When he pushed his fingers inside me, I immediately remembered the previous night because I was still a little sore. But it felt way too good to make him be more gentle with me. A knock at the door quickly brought us both out of our sexual frenzy. "Melissa, can you come down and help me for a minute," my mom asked through the door. I whispered to Jamie, "Thank God you locked the door this time." It looked like he locked it anyway. It's so rare that I assume anything anymore. ------- It was late in June and I was growing impatient waiting for the date for the doctor appointment on July 3. Almost Independence Day in more ways than one, I giggled to myself thinking about it. As the date came closer, the reality of the idea that I could freely have sex and not worry about getting preggers was setting it. It would be a relief to be able to do that with anyone I chose, but it made me think about whether I'd become a slut because of that as well. I wanted to be able to have fun with sex, but I didn't want the reputation that usually goes with that also. That made the idea of sex with someone like Mr. Clark more appealing. But I could already have sex with him since he had been fixed for some time now. The thrill was there with him, but I wanted to experience more. I just wasn't sure what 'more' I wanted. What I did know is that Mom and Mrs. Clark were off together shopping and that Sarah was at her grandparent's' house ... which meant Mr. Clark was possibly alone at his house. I told Daddy that I was going out to ride my bike for a while, and I might spend the afternoon over at Pam's house. I wasn't worried about him checking up on me. He just told me to be back by suppertime. I figured he would like having the house to himself, too. That thought almost made me want to stay and spy on him. Based on past experience, he was fun to watch. Very nice cock, even if it was my father's. But I needed more than just seeing a hard cock. I rode over to the Clark's hoping Mr. Clark would be there. I'd just take it from there if he was. I thought for a moment about how brazen this was to do. I couldn't imagine ever initiating something like this before now. But I was passed being little Ms. Innocent. I was fucking horny, and I wanted to get fucked. When I got to the Clark's house, I left my bike at the bottom of the front steps. Before I went to the door, I noticed Mrs. Rayner working in her flower bed beside her house. She wasn't looking at me, but I wondered if she saw me. She'd probably see my bike at some point, but I really didn't care right then. After ringing the doorbell, Mr. Clark opened it and invited me in. A little strange I thought that he just invited me in without my asking if Sarah was there or not, but we were already way past the normal propriety most would expect between an adult and a young teen girl. "It's great to see you, Melissa," he welcomed me. "Sarah's not home though." "That's okay," I said, indicating that I probably knew that before I arrived. "You don't mind if I hang out with you for a while?" I asked a little shyly. "Not at all. I'd make time for you, Melissa," he said, smiling at me. "You don't think Mrs. Clark would mind?" I was sure he knew what I was thinking of doing with him. "Trust me, she won't mind," he said, winking knowingly. Neither one of us was putting up any pretense for what we probably would end up doing together. I was there to get fucked, and I knew he would be more than happy to accommodate me. "Will your wife and my mom be coming by here anytime soon?" "I seriously doubt it," he said. "I can call Colleen and let her know you're here, if you like." "It's okay. I was just wondering if Mom might show up here anytime soon." The look on his face told me he understood that I didn't want my mom anywhere around anytime soon. "Let me call Colleen and tell her not to bring your mom by here ... at least not before calling and warning us," he said, reassuringly. He didn't bother going somewhere for privacy when he called his wife on her cell phone. "Hi, sweetie. Having fun?" he asked his wife. I could only hear his side of the conversation. "I just called to let you know I have a visitor right now. Before you say anything, it's Melissa and she doesn't want Andrea to know she is here." He listened for a moment. "I will be the perfect host for the perfect guest." Gawd, that sounded so dopey, but I could tell he and Mrs. Clark were enjoying the little secret banter between them. He looked kind of sexy doing it, too. "Tell Andrea I said hi and that I hope to be a perfect host for her soon." Okay, I think he forgot I was there that time. I guess all the blood was not in the big head right then. I tried not to look like I was shocked at what that statement had to mean. "See you when you get home ... by yourself," he smiled and winked at me while saying it. I blushed a little. Being alone with a grown man with both of us knowing he was going to be putting his cock in me before I left was still not something I was completely accustomed to. He stepped a little closer to me and asked if I felt uncomfortable being alone with him like this. I told him I wasn't at all, other than not really knowing what to talk to him about. He seemed to understand. We talked a little bit as we went into the kitchen so he could get us both something to drink. We sat together at the kitchen counter and talked like two normal people would, even though there was a big age difference. He had this way of making me feel so sexy, and horny, even while we were talking about anything but sex. I couldn't help but glance occasionally at his crotch, and remember how good he felt inside me. We both knew sex was next on the agenda, but it was cool that he didn't treat me like some kind of bimbo with nothing to offer other than holes to put a dick inside of. The conversation did get around to sex soon enough though, "Melissa, have you thought anymore about the day you were blindfolded?" "Yeah. I mean, it was fun," I replied. "It was really weird while it was happening. I didn't think I was going to like it at first, but I'm glad I did it. I felt so out of control of things. Being like that was somewhat scary, but it made it fun too, I guess." "When is your doctor's appointment?" I guess he heard about that from his wife. I knew then they all had talked about it, Mom included. "It's next week," I answered. "How do you feel about being so close to being able to fuck boys, and not having to worry about getting pregnant?" "It'll be a relief to get the appointment over with," I answered, scrunching my lips thinking about a doctor poking around in my cooter. "I'm not crazy about going to the doctor though. That's not going to be fun." "You'll do fine," he tried reassuring me. "I'm sure you'll feel awkward. But it's just part of growing up and becoming a woman." I didn't feel like a 'woman'. That sounded like I was old and decrepit or something. I didn't say anything though. I knew what he was trying to say. "Are you interested in any specific guy right now?" "Not really. Most of them are jerks," I told him. "They just want to get laid and have their fun." "You'll eventually find someone you really like ... and you'll have some experience when it comes to sex. It won't be nearly as scary for you now." "That's for sure," I giggled. I paused before saying, "I'm glad the first time was with you." I blushed after I said it. "No need to blush. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to let me." "It sucks that I can't tell anyone though ... especially my best friends." He looked a little concerned about me saying that. After all, I am underage, and not even close to being of age. I said, "Don't worry, this will only be between us and your wife." "It doesn't have to be between just the three of us," he said. "You just need a very healthy trust between you and whoever you tell. It's a very important secret to keep." I nodded, understanding. Secrets were becoming my life. He said, "You know you can tell me anything you want. I don't mind sharing things with you as well. It can be fun sharing secrets between us." I smiled like a kid at Christmas. In fact, I was smiling too much, pretty much letting him know I was about to milk him for all the info I could. "Let me clarify that," he grinned slightly. "I can share only 'some' things with you. Maybe sometime in the future I can tell you other things," I pouted at him. He laughed softly, which caused me to smile as well. I looked down thinking about what to ask. I didn't know how much he would talk about the relationship between him and his wife with my parents and the Rayners. But I decided to see how far I could go with it. "So, do you and Mrs. Clark go out with Pam's and my parents a lot?" "We go out together maybe several times a month, but we don't always go out together." "Where do you go?" "We like to go out dancing and clubbing together," he said. "We don't always go to the same places." "Do you go to like swingers clubs?" "Sometimes Colleen and I do, or go to friends' houses. You should know that from the pictures Colleen has shared with you ... and maybe some of the ones you saw on the CD you 'found'." I blushed, both of us knowing I'd found that by snooping. "Yeah, I was just sort of wondering how that worked and all." "Ever since college, we've known some people that like to enjoy sex the way we do. We've also been introduced to their friends. We don't just do this with anyone, especially when it comes to sharing pictures." "That sounds like it would be fun if the other people are cool and all." "It's not for everyone," he stated. "Every couple has to decide if it's right for them." "It sounds pretty hot though." "It can be. Some of the women are as hot as you are, Melissa." I blushed, "Thanks." "I mean it. You're a very sexy girl, and you're not afraid to try things. A girl like that is a lot of fun to be with," he explained. "You'll keep your guys horny all the time, like I am now," he added, looking at me like he was ready to jump my bones. I bit my bottom lip, but looked at him directly. I was so freakin' horny. I could see the bulge in his shorts, too. He stood up and stepped in front of me again. He took my hand and held it as I stood up. He then rubbed his hands along my arms as I stared into his eyes. "We have some time before Sarah comes back, if you can stay." I thought it was sweet the way he gave me an easy out if I wanted. He was seducing me, but he wasn't forcing himself on me. I wanted to stay. And I moved my hand to touch his covered cock to let him know what I wanted. "I don't need to go anywhere right now." He leaned in to kiss me. We both got lost in it. His hands moved to my sides, caressing my flanks before he moved to cup and massage my butt. He pulled my top off and unfastened my bra. His lips moved over my nipple, licking, nibbling and sucking on each of them so good. While he did that, he undid my shorts. He moved so he could slide them, and my panties, down and off my legs. Stepping out of my shorts, I reached out and undid his while he pulled his shirt off. He embraced me. His hard cock pressed against my bare tummy as he kissed me again. The kiss grew in intensity. Our tongues touched a little before we were deep in each other's mouth. He moved his lips to my neck, below my ear, kissing and nipping my skin. I was his now. I would've done most anything for this man. Mr. Clark pulled his head back and then kissed me deeply again. I felt him pushing slightly on my shoulders. I took that as my cue. I kissed down his chest until I was on my knees. I softly stroked his cock. The tip of it was already wet even before I began bathing it with my tongue. I tried to remember the things he and Jamie had liked when I sucked them off before, and did those things to Mr. Clark. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, sucking on it noisily. "God I love hearing you slurping like that." I didn't realize that would turn him on so much, and I did even more of it. He fucked my face for a short time before stopping me, and led us up to his bedroom, leaving our clothes on the kitchen floor. I lay down on the bed, watching him take me in with his eyes. He put his face down near my pussy and began kissing the insides of my thighs before moving his tongue over my very wet cunt. While he was licking me, he said, "You'll probably be fucking other guys soon." "Maybe, but I'd still like to do this with you when we can." "I'd like that, too. I know Colleen especially would," he happily said. "But I imagine you'll be busy getting this cute little pussy filled with cum from other guys." "Maybe I'll bring this cute little pussy over for you to clean out, too." He looked up at me curiously, and I realized I may have slipped up. Jamie had been the only one to mention that he liked doing that sometimes. He said, "I'd like that, but let's keep that just between us." I told him it could be our secret. I stated, "I think it's cool that you would do that with me." "I've done it with Colleen after she's been with certain guys, but not everyone would understand it," he informed me. "I'm not interested in sex with a guy, but most anything involving a pussy is fun to me." He grinned before beginning to lick me again. I came hard after a short time. He then moved up between my legs, moving on top of me, his cock pressing into my taut tummy again. It just felt so sexy when he did that. His hand was on my breast, lightly pinching my nipple. He slid his body down a little until his cock was pressing on my mound. He then eased inside of my pussy and fucked me slow and steady. I could feel the ridge of his cock head inside of me, making me feel so good. We changed to a number of different positions. At times he pounded hard into me, especially when he was behind me on his knees. I was glad he could go so long without having an orgasm and losing his wonderful erection. Mr. Clark eventually came with me riding on top of him. His hips rose as he spurted inside my little pussy. I liked looking down at him while his cock swelled and jerked inside me, filling me with his cum. I came with him, squeezing his cock oh so tightly. I rode him hard as I squealed through an intense orgasm. I leaned down against his warm sexy body afterwards, enjoying the feeling of his still somewhat hard cock inside me. He tenderly rubbed my back with long strokes from my neck to my ass, cupping and squeezing my butt cheeks each time. He seemed to want to stay inside me forever, and I wanted him there. I just laid my head on his chest and enjoyed all the sensations. After laying there for a while, we got up after a short time, cleaned up and headed downstairs to get our clothes. "Are you going to tell your wife about this?" "I'll tell her first thing," he stated without hesitation. "We don't hide anything from each other. I love her too much to ever do that. She told me some time ago that she wouldn't mind if the two of us found time together alone." "That's cool then," I replied. "I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her, or make her mad at me." I meant that, too. Mrs. Clark had exposed me to so many wonderful new things. She was sharing her husband with me. I wouldn't have come over like this if I thought she would hate me afterwards. Mr. Clark couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. I didn't feel self-conscious about it anymore though. As we were dressing in the kitchen, he said out of the blue, "You're a very sexy girl, Melissa. But you're very quickly becoming a sexy woman in a lot of ways." I know he was complimenting me, but I wasn't really sure what was behind it though. Was he crushing on me? I loved what we were doing together, but I didn't love him. I was infatuated though, but he wasn't boyfriend material for me. But no matter, I smiled at him after he said it. He kissed me softly before he opened the front door and saw me out. It was more than a friendly kiss, but not one you would see between lovers. It felt more like we were friends with benefits, I suppose. That felt better than what I was starting to think before. After I'd gotten on my bike and was about to ride down the road, I noticed Mrs. Rayner coming out on her front porch. She smiled and waved at me. She gave me this knowing look which embarrassed me. I waved back, and started riding back home. I was biting my bottom lip at the idea that she had to know Mr. Clark and I had been alone together for quite a while. ------- The next day, I went to Pam's house to hang out with her after Mom told me she was going shopping for a while. Daddy was at work. Jamie was in his room. I wanted to get out of the house. I actually wanted to hang out with Sarah, but she wasn't home when I called. I rode my bike over to the Rayner's house. Mrs. Rayner opened the door for me. Pam had told me Penny and Peter wouldn't be there for hours, and that her mom was probably going off soon, too. When Mrs. Rayner let me in the house, she said, "Pam's upstairs in her room. It's just the three of us here." I thought that was a bit odd. Was she planning to hang out with us? I think she realized what I'd been wondering. "Don't worry, it's about to be just the two of you ... sort of." "Huh?" Conspiratorially she asked, "If you and Pam fool around any, try and do it in Pam's room," she said before pausing a moment. Leaning closer, "Leave the door open, if you can." I didn't hesitate asking, "You want to watch, don't you?" "Yes, but not the way you're thinking," she said. "It would be good if you could leave it open if you can." I was confused. "That's cool. I'll try to give you a good view from the door," I grinned, joining her conspiracy, still not quite sure what she was up to. "If you can't or Pam wants the door closed, then don't worry about it." She paused, looking toward the stairs leading to the bedrooms, "I've got a video camera on a hamper by her dresser. Try to give good angles for that." I looked at her surprised, then smiling at her while shaking my head in disbelief. She just patted my ass before cupping one of my butt checks firmly, "Don't wipe your face or mouth off after licking her. I want you to grab the camera from the hamper and come downstairs when you hear me get home from the dry cleaner. See if you can get Pam to go to the bathroom first though." That's why she wanted the door open. I'd hear her more easily. "That's so naughty," I teased her. "Isn't it though?" she replied with a devious smile, squeezing my butt cheek again. It still felt really odd that she was so interested in videos and pictures of her kids having sex like that. Whatever floats her boat, I figured. Pam was waiting for me in her room. I tried not to stare at her hamper, but I couldn't help it. Fortunately, she never really noticed. Pam was pretty bad about letting clothes pile up in her hamper. A lot of times it was overflowing. Pam's mom was the one to always empty it to do the wash. It was probably the perfect place for a video camera in her room. Pam certainly would never find it unless the hamper turned over, or something like that. "Hey, Mel," she said, only dressed in a t-shirt and bikini panties. "You're overdressed, girl!" "I can't even say hello and you're trying to get me out of my clothes. Sheesh," I shook my head at her, amazed that she was probably ready to have sex with me even before I walked in the door. I slipped off my sandals and shorts, leaving me with my top and panties on, and dived on the bed close to her. "Don't tell me you aren't horny, too." She was right, but I wasn't just a booty call. I mean, lets catch up a little before we start muff diving. I remembered the camera though. It had to already be on, so I figured it might be best to go ahead and start fooling around, but I wasn't sure where her mom was at that moment. Mrs. Rayner did appear at the door soon after and said she was going out for about an hour to pick up some dry cleaning. I took that as my cue, and checked out the time on Pam's alarm clock. As soon as we heard the front door close and heard her mom's car start, Pam was all over me. She was laughing and wrestling with me, trying to pull my top and panties off. I did the same to her, but tried to see if I could spot the camera on top of the hamper, likely camouflaged by Pam's dirty clothes piled on top. I thought I saw what probably was the lens, but I wasn't sure. I did my best to be a nasty lesbian porn actress, wondering who all would be seeing it. I hoped I'd get rave reviews. I did my best to put us both in angles that would get great shots. I was sitting on top of Pam's stomach with her legs toward the camera, and me facing it as well. I lifted her legs and spread them as wide as I could. I knew the likely viewers of this video wanted to see her pussy, and me doing nasty things to it ... and the rest of Pam. I used my fingers to spread her little cunt open, slid my fingers inside and fucked her with them. I turned her over, pulled her on top of me so that I could lick her pussy with my arms wrapped around her legs. My hands were where I could spank her ass cheeks. I gave them quite a whipping, too, with Pam squealing but not trying to stop me in any real way. I mentally filed that away for future reference. She had a vibrator handy, and I put it to good use. I giggled to myself, thinking that I'd make a great porn director. I got some of her lotion she kept on her nightstand and fucked her butt with the toy for some great shots. I knew the lotion would give me a chance to get her messy enough so she would go get cleaned up in the bathroom when we stopped. I also had to keep this going until her mom got home. It wasn't hard killing an hour with sex. We both were starting to wind down some though. We'd both had several great orgasms. It was about time for Mrs. Rayner to get home, so I went down on Pam one more time. She did have a sexy looking pussy. Very lickable. We both heard the front door slam shut. I figured Mrs. Rayner was trying to be loud, and I remembered what she wanted me to do as well. "Go clean up in the bathroom and get dressed." I said, quickly pulling on my panties and shorts. "I'll go down and stall your mom." She grabbed her t-shirt and panties and left the room, going toward the bathroom. I grabbed the camera from under the clothes on the hamper and darted out of the room toward the stairs. I ran down the stairs, Mrs. Rayner meeting me at the bottom. She had an expectant look on her face while I handed the video camera to her. "Did you two fool around?" "Yeah, and I think you'll like the video," I smiled while blushing a little. "Pam's in the bathroom getting cleaned up." She set the camera down on the floor, then took my face in her hands and kissed me softly, licking my lips just a little. "I can taste Pam on you." Mrs. Rayner began licking around my mouth and moaning softly. She was really into the idea that she was licking her daughter's pussy juice off of me. I felt really weird. She was basically lapping my mouth and face like a dog would. It sort of caught me off guard at how blatant and shameless she was with what she was doing to me. I knew she was getting off tasting her daughter's pussy. She wasn't even attempting to hide it. She kissed me and said, "You better go get cleaned up to." I turned to go back up the stairs and saw Pam standing at the top looking down at me ... at us. I couldn't tell how long she had been standing there, but she had this somewhat blank look on her face. I swallowed hard and ran up the stairs, pretending like nothing happened. If she asked me anything about it, I'd just try to bluff my way out of it by saying that she was just being overly friendly. If Pam had been there long, she'd know I was lying. She didn't say anything about it though. We just went back to her room and hung out like we normally did. ------- A short time later, Pam's mom came into her room and asked if I was going to stay over the rest of the day, and maybe spend the night even. I looked at Pam, and she blurted out to her mom that I would. I didn't have anywhere to go, so I didn't object. Hanging out with Pam was more fun than just sitting around my house. I didn't have anything with me, but we were always wearing each other's things anyway. I started wondering though. Was I being distracted from going home by Mrs. Rayner for a reason? I remembered the night at the Clarks when I snuck home and discovered some sex stuff going on with our parents. My mom would likely be home. Daddy was likely at work still. He always seemed to be lately. Jamie may or may not have been there still. Mrs. Clark might be there though. I snuck to a front window to see if Mrs. Clark's car was at her house. It wasn't. So, she could be at my house right now. I was then sure I was being setup to be out of the way the rest of the day. I had to come up with a reason to sneak home without Mrs. Rayner knowing. I wondered if Pam would do anything to try to keep me from doing that, too. Could she be in on this, too? "Chica, I'm gonna ride home and come back over a little later. I'm gonna grab some CDs and stuff to bring back over." "Wait, I can go with you." "No, stay here," I said. "I don't want your mom to know I left." "What are you up to, Mel?" she said smiling. I had to think quickly. It was obvious she wasn't going to stop me. She was ready to go with me! That was the last thing I wanted. "I'm gonna try to sneak one of my mom's sex toys out," I said, with my best devious look. "I might be a little while though, if she is there." I wasn't planning to do that. I didn't want to take one of her toys out overnight like that and risk her discovering it gone. Heck, Mrs. Clark knew we'd messed around with hers without one of them missing. I didn't know how often she might use them either ... or she and Daddy for that matter. I rode my bike back over to my house. Mrs. Clark's car was out front. Promising start, I figured. I rode around back where we normally left our bikes, and spotted Sarah's bike there as well. I grinned, thinking she was hanging out with Jamie. That was too cool. I knew they had a thing for each other. Going inside through the backdoor, I didn't see anyone downstairs. Mom was probably in her room with Mrs. Clark. I was pretty sure that this was going to be a bust. I went upstairs to see what Sarah and Jamie were doing, hoping they might be fooling around. I was getting horny again, and thought we could all fool around together. Three might be a crowd though if they were really into each other. Quietly, I went upstairs. My parents' door was closed. Listening outside, I could hear talking and movement that sounded like someone on the bed. I doubted Mom and Mrs. Clark would get into much of anything if Jamie and Sarah were in the house though. My brother's door was closed. Walking softly, I approached his door and listened, but all I could hear was just muffled noises. I smiled figuring they were making out. I didn't want to bother them. I liked the idea that they were getting closer like that. I went back to my parents' door to listen some more. The TV was on, which made it difficult to specifically make out anything. I did finally make out Mom when she said, "I saw that happening at a recent party. Do you like that kind of thing?" Did I just strike gold? I couldn't hear a reply though. Then I heard Mom's voice again, "I thought you might. I think it's a lot of fun. We could do that together, too." There was a momentary pause before Mom said, "Let me do that for you." Bingo, I thought. Mom and Mrs. Clark were fooling around! I'd never actually seen them together in pictures or anything, but, from what Sarah told me, I knew they were. It was kind of hard to hear much of anything else being said though. I thought I better get away from the door, just in case Jamie and Sarah came out of his room. I went to my room and waited, listening for my brother to come into the hallway. They didn't expect me home, and I didn't want my mom to know I was there. I really didn't mind if Jamie knew, but I'd catch him and Sarah in the hallway if they came out before my mom and Mrs. Clark. I knew this could take a while, too. After some time passed, I heard Jamie's door open and the sound of several people in the hall. I started to worry a bit if Sarah would catch our moms together, but she already knew about them. I went to my door to open it to grab Jamie and Sarah when I heard her voice. "I need to get on home now. Bob will be waiting for me. I hope we can do this again sometime soon." "Shit!" I whispered, in shock. It was Mrs. Clark! She had been in Jamie's bedroom! What the fuck? Sarah had to be in the bedroom with my mom! Did any of them know about the other? What the hell! Sarah is in my parents' bedroom with my mom! I bet Mrs. Clark might know, but did Jamie? It was possible Sarah didn't know her mom was there since her bike was out back. Did Mrs. Clark come over after mom had gone to her bedroom with Sarah? I couldn't swear Sarah and Mom were having sex though. I didn't actually hear anything that sounded unmistakably like sex coming from Mom's bedroom. Was Mom just distracting Sarah while Mrs. Clark and Jamie had sex? Mom actually knows about them! She had to! What were they watching on Mom's TV? I hated myself for not listening at her door longer. I waited until I heard Mrs. Clark going downstairs with Jamie. I peeked out the door, and heard the front door open and then close. I closed my door back and waited to see if Jamie came back up to his room. After several minutes, I heard someone running up the stairs, and then down the hall toward my brother's room. I was sure it was him. I quickly grabbed a few CDs and snuck back out of the house to go back over to the Rayners. Pam and I had a fun time, as usual. Peter tried several times to butt in on us, but Pam was able to shoo him off without too much effort. I figured he was hoping to get lucky with both of us. Maybe I sucked him off too good that afternoon in the hot tub. I hoped he wasn't going to start humping my leg all the time, hoping to get another blowjob like the last one. ------- Sarah and I spent almost every night together before our doctor appointments, either at my house or hers. The idea that she and my mom might be having sex really intrigued me. I knew Mom was probably as deep into all of this as anyone else, but I had no real evidence of how far she had gone. I knew enough about Sarah's parents and Pam's mom to know they weren't opposed to having sex with me, but was Sarah also involved with any of the other adults? Sarah knew about our moms though, so I kept looking for opportunities to get Sarah horny, lowering her inhibitions, hoping she'd feel less embarrassed talking about something like that with me. "You love having me lick you, don't you?" I asked Sarah, taking a momentary break from toying with her clit with the tip of my tongue, both of us sprawled across my bed. "Gawd, yes," she said, lustily. "You know we'll be on birth control before long. You'll be able to fuck Jamie anytime you want, and not worry about anything except letting him pound your sweet wet cunt with his sexy hard cock." "Mmmmmm..." "You're such a slut, aren't you? I teased. "Mmmmmm ... sometimes," she said, looking blankly at the ceiling as I slid my tongue slowly between her cute pussy lips. "I bet you'd let anyone lick you right now, wouldn't you?" I teased again. "Maybe I should call Pam and ask her to come help me get you off, would you like that? "Mmmmmm..." "Or ... maybe I should go get Jamie. I bet we could lick you until you were screaming," I teased even more. She was about as horny as I'd ever seen her. She was my best friend, and I liked getting her off. I hated the secrets though. We'd promised to never keep them from each other. She was keeping one from me, I was almost sure of it. A big one, too. If she was, I knew why as well. I had just as big a secret, too. But what if it was all out in the open between us? That would be so cool. I licked her clit furiously before taking her it between my lips, pulling on it firmly, sucking hard before letting it slip from my mouth, and carefully said, "Or ... what if I went and got my mom?" Sarah had already been so close to an orgasm. Her whole body seemed to spasm as she went over the edge. I kept my mouth on her clit, licking, making her orgasm as intense as I could. After what seemed like minutes, her body finally began to relax. It'd taken a lot out of her and she was shaking some still, and breathing hard. I moved up from between her legs, laid beside her, and began playing gently with her breast. "You okay, chica? "Yeah ... whew." "Pretty good, huh?" "Yeah ... you've been practicing," she joked, but looking at me kind of knowingly. Was she trying to turn the tables on me? Did she have any idea about me and her mom? "Well, my tongue has been up your cooch all week, so duh," I grinned. I scrunched my lips in thought before asking, hopefully without seeming like I knew something possibly about her and my mom, "Did you like my dirty talk?" "It did get me pretty hot." "I'll say. I was afraid you were going to scream for real for a second. Wouldn't want my parents to hear you, would we?" I said, trying to steer the conversation back around to the subject of my mom. "I don't think you'd want your mom walking in finding you between my legs like you were either, would you?" she retorted. But I saw the unintended opening for me that she made, "But you wouldn't care if she did, would you?" I didn't give her a chance to act indignant. I kissed her softly, and said, "You wouldn't be bothered at all if she saw you naked like this, your legs spread wide open, your wet pussy there for her to see, wanting to be played with." I quickly kissed her again. I saw her eyes were open wide though. She looked uncomfortable. I know the look, because I'd had similar uncomfortable moments like this over the past year myself. "You'd want her to play with you, right? You'd just be worried about me, wouldn't you? Worried it would bother me ... seeing my mom ... you and my mom maybe..." I don't know what I saw in her eyes at first. Was it panic? Or was it something else? Understanding, maybe? She didn't say anything though. She turned away from me onto her side. I cuddled up to her and kissed her cheek. That seemed to diffuse the situation and she turned back giggling and pushing me over onto my back. Sarah moved down between my legs, smiling at me, looking devious almost. She put her face near my pussy, ready to do the same to me that I'd done to her ... but with her own twist, "You know your mom might have heard me as I came. What if she walked in now and saw 'you'?" "Don't tease me, bitch," I said firmly, but affectionately as well. She didn't stop. "She could walk in now. Maybe we didn't lock the door like we thought. She would see you like this." She tenderly licked and kissed my pussy with that naughty talking mouth of hers. "What would you do, Mel?" I moaned. She was good. "Would you cover up quickly in shame ... or ... would you not pay her any attention." I squirmed. Fucking hell. She was damn good. Her fingers were inside me now. So damn good. "What would you do, my little slut?" she teased. I don't know what made me say it, but I did, "I don't know! She can ... oh Gawd! ... don't you dare stop if she does ... damn it, don't stop doing that!" She didn't say anything else. Her mouth was too busy getting me off. It didn't take long at all either. It was a really big one, too. Fortunately, I remembered to pull my pillow over my mouth. I lay there just as she had when I finished her off. I was still trembling. I was spent. She moved up beside me like I'd done with her. She didn't tease me though, like I'd done. She laid her head on my shoulder and just cuddled with me. "I love you, Mel." I knew nothing more than before. I loved her, too ... whether she had a secret or not. ------- A few days later, I happened to end up at home alone during the middle of the afternoon. I felt comfortable no one would be home for hours. Mom was the last to leave, and told me she was going shopping with Mrs. Clark in a city not far away. She would easily be gone for hours. Dad was working out of town and wouldn't be home until late. Jamie likely wouldn't be around, but I wasn't really worried if he caught me. We'd just end up getting each other off if he did. So, I thought it would be a great time to do some snooping. First stop was going to be my parents' room. I never felt very comfortable going in there snooping around, but I was determined to find out just how involved my parents were in everything. I checked out the closet first. I knew there was a cabinet inside, but I never was that interested in trying to see what was inside it before everything began with Mrs. Clark last year. It was rare that I was home alone long enough to feel comfortable plundering in my parents' room either. Of course, the cabinet was locked. No key was in sight either. So, I looked around some more, but didn't see anything that wouldn't normally be in a closet. I did check all the shoe boxes, just in case. No luck though. I went over to my mom's dresser and hoped I might find something new inside. After the day Jamie got one of Mom's vibrators from her room to use on Sarah, I'd later checked out all the toys she had in the dresser. Opening the first drawer, I found the same toys where they'd been before. I giggled and thought how cool it would be to buy her something new and just slip it into the drawer for her to find. But, where does a girl my age buy sex toys? Oh, well. Just a thought. That's all that really matters. I was also getting incredibly turned on by the idea of it. The next place to check was the TV cabinet. I knew my parents had some porn movies, but never really had a chance to check out their stash too closely. They had both DVD and older videotapes. I stayed away from the VHS tapes because I didn't want to put one in the player and it get fucked up. It would be hard to ruin a DVD though. The cases looked like ones bought from a store or something, so other than the curiosity to watch some of my parents' porn, it told me nothing I didn't already know about them. But, I was horny ... and I figured I had time to slip in one of the DVDs and get off to it. Picking out which one of your parents' porn videos to watch isn't as easy as it should be, I suppose. Flipping through the cases, there were some 'interesting' covers and topics. Most of them looked like they were just compilations of sex scenes, but there were some that seem to attempt to have a plot to them. Those interested me the most because I thought they would give me a better idea of the kinds of things that interested Mom and Daddy. The ones that caught my attention the most were a few that seemed to have a family or incest theme to them. Those made me feel really weird. I mean, did my parents really get off on the idea of relatives having sex together? Who was I to judge, but still ... my mom and daddy? I took one of the incest themed ones out of its case. It appeared to be one about two sisters and two brothers. At least it wasn't a father and daughter one. When I pressed the button to open the tray on the DVD player, it slid out with a disc already inside. It was a homemade one with just the month of July from a year ago written on it. Oh, my God. I knew this disc could probably reveal a whole lot about things, but for probably the first time since all this began, I wasn't so sure I really wanted to know a whole lot more. Had Mom been watching it earlier before she left? How freaking careless my parents were to leave something like this where Jamie or I could find it! Reality and truth about my parents were possibly at my fingertips. I was close to crossing the line from just imagining what might be going on, to maybe really finding out. These are my parents! I just stood there at the crossroads for what seemed like an eternity, but really was only a few moments. I wasn't really thinking about it when my hand nudged at the DVD tray and it slid back into the player. I felt like something inside me had taken over. The devilish Melissa inside me always seems to win out in situations involving things I probably shouldn't be doing ... especially when it came to sex. And the decision was devilish either way ... a video involving possibly my parents ... or an incest themed video my parents obviously liked watching. After the disc was inserted into the player, nothing happened. Stupid me then remembered I had to turn the TV on. My mind was far from functioning. When I did turn on the TV with the remote, the disc had already begun playing and a menu appeared with different video scenes to pick from. I grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options. No titles were displayed, only small images of what looked like the beginning of each video. The length of time for each video displayed as well. The images weren't really helpful at all though. I picked the first one on the list, and the video began playing. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. It was a video with the Clarks and Rayners obviously having a sex session together. Well, they were all naked. The angle of the video didn't change, so I assumed that no one was holding the camera while it recorded them. Another thing that caught my eye was that there was a date displayed in the top corner of the video indicating it was taken on August 10 from four years ago. I then figured the DVD was burned last July. The first little bit of it looked like they were preparing to perform for the camera. What a bunch of showoffs. They quickly started going down on each other, switching quickly from their own spouse. Interesting, but not anything I hadn't already known was likely going on between them. I fast forwarded through much of it, catching the men sitting on the couch. Their wives had chosen the other's husband lap to sit on, enjoying a reverse cowgirl ride while playing to the camera. I thought the whole thing was rather tame, and didn't tell me anything I didn't already suspect or know. Not nearly as exciting as the pictures I'd found before on the CD in Daddy's computer. I didn't know if there would be time to look at all the videos on the disc, so I went back to the menu, scrolled down the list a little, picking another. The Clark's bedroom appeared on the TV. This one had June 5 from three years ago as the date it was recorded. On the bed was Penny lying on her back ... and naked. A little surprising, but not shocking or anything. What was surprising is that she was blindfolded and had her wrists restrained to the bedposts much like I had been that one time. The angle of the view from where the camera was sitting, and how the camera was zoomed in on the bed didn't show much other than the bed itself and maybe several feet on each side. It was as if you were watching while standing close to the bottom left side of the bed. The camera was probably where it had been when I was blindfolded, but I didn't know at the time that they might be recording me on video ... not until I noticed the camera sitting there later. Mrs. Clark appeared from the left side toward the head of the bed, naked as well, sitting on the bed close to Penny's head. I spotted Mr. Clark as he sat on the other side of the bed, closer to Penny's waist. He began lightly caressing Penny's breasts, softly touching around her nipples, then lightly sliding his hand down her torso, across her flat tummy. Moving his hand lower, he began teasing her pussy with his fingertips. It was similar to what he had done to me, other than he started with my legs instead of my tits. Penny's tits were a good bit larger. He was probably drawn to hers more than he was to mine. I looked down at mine and sighed. I could only hope they would get a good bit bigger as I got older. I did have great legs though. Mr. Clark moved so that he was straddling Penny's lower body, his cock pressing on her mound. He leaned close to her face and used the tip of his tongue to touch her lips. He did the same to her ear and neck. I wondered if this was some kind of standard script that they followed, which also made me wonder who else among my friends had gone through this. Pam, maybe? The Walcott's kids? I thought about skipping the rest of the video to try to find others like this, especially the one with me in it. But, I remembered this was only videos taken on or before last July. So, I kept watching. I decided to fast forward some to see if the ending was like mine. As the video sped by, I noticed that things were a little different at times. When they had done this with me, Mrs. Rayner had played with and licked my pussy while I thought it was Mrs. Clark. Mr. Clark had stayed on the bed, licking and playing with my breasts while that was going on. As the image blurred by, I giggled at how comical everything looked. Mr. Clark licked and teased her much like he did with me. I pushed the play button to resume the video at regular speed when Mr. Clark got off the bed. Mrs. Clark put the ankle restraints on Penny, right on cue. Then the shock of my life occurred. Another person was moving onto the bed from the bottom of it, slowly moving up between Penny's legs. This was all too similar. They didn't want Penny to know what was going on, just like with me. They clearly didn't want Penny to know what was really happening! This couldn't be happening! Mrs. Clark was up by Penny's head, but off the bed. She was just watching this as it was about to happen, just like she'd probably had been the whole time with me. Oh, my God. She was looking down at the woman moving up between Penny's legs, as she had been with me. No fucking way! That's all I could think. The woman moved up and appeared to blow on Penny's clit, just like with me. She began playing with Penny's pussy with her tongue and fingers. Mrs. Clark moved in the direction of the camera. The camera angle abruptly changed. She had picked it up and was moving it so she got a good close-up view of the woman licking Penny's pussy. Oh God, was she ever licking her pussy! What the fuck! There she was. Mrs. Rayner was doing the same fucking thing she had done when I was the one blindfolded. Penny's freaking mom was licking her daughter's pussy! Holy fucking hell! Mrs. Clark set the camera back where it had been. She went back to the bed and removed the ankle restraints before moving over beside Penny's head. She leaned close to her ear and appeared to be saying something to her. She was probably teasing her, making her wonder who was down between her legs. There was no way Mrs. Clark was going to let Penny know that her mom was the one whose tongue and fingers were fucking her. Mrs. Clark was obviously teasing her with the things she told her, working her into a frenzy about the woman who was a mystery to Penny. Who did Penny think it was? I had assumed it was Mrs. Rayner licking me after a short time. Mrs. Rayner lifted Penny's hips, pushing her legs forward some which just exposed Penny more to her mom's mouth. Mrs. Rayner began licking her daughter's butthole! Penny was into it just as much as I had been though. She appeared to have a tremendous orgasm from what her mom was doing to her. Mrs. Clark climbed up on the bed like she did with me, straddling Penny's face. This was all too much the same as it had been with me now. I fast forwarded a little until I saw Mrs. Clark get off of the bed, and pressed play again to go back to normal speed. Mrs. Rayner moved up from between her daughter's legs to lie beside her, and began to play with her own daughter's tit, sucking Penny's nipple for a few moments. Mr. Clark got back on bed and began fucking Penny, with Mrs. Rayner still squeezing and pinching Penny's nipple. At least it wasn't Penny's daddy! Penny's mom finally got up and walked over beside the bed just in view of the camera, but away from Penny. She began rubbing one of her own nipples with one hand, while playing with her pussy with the other. I pushed fast forward again and watched closely for something new. When it got to the point where Mr. Clark had likely spurted inside Penny and was getting off the bed, I pushed the play button again. Who were they going to tell Penny the other woman was? At that point, Mrs. Rayner walked by the camera, which would likely mean she'd left the room. Penny would probably never know her own mom had gone down on her. Mrs. Clark again sat close to Penny's head. She removed Penny's blindfold, leaving the wrist restraints on for the moment. Mr. Clark was standing beside the bed much like he had with me, revealing himself to Penny as the man who had fucked her. How were they going to explain the other woman to Penny? That question was answered almost immediately. A woman moved beside Mr. Clark, just as naked as the rest of them were. Mrs. Clark asked Penny if she was surprised. She nodded. I hit the pause button and stared hard at the TV. Mom? ------- Chapter 14 There she was ... my mom. This was the first piece of real hard evidence that she was part of all of this. I wasn't shocked that she was. I'd stumbled on enough clues to feel certain of that for weeks now. But, finding her involved in a game that included incest really caught me by surprise. I'd been doing things with my brother for over a year. So, why was I holding her to a double standard? I couldn't reconcile the difference. Maybe because I knew that even though what Jamie and I had done was incest, we'd willingly chosen to do it. Penny wasn't choosing to allow her mom to perform oral sex on her. She wasn't a stranger to incest either though. Maybe this was something they did openly as well. Either way, Mom was playing a big role in this game. I used the remote to browse through more of the videos. A few of them had Mom and Daddy having sex with the Clarks, Rayners, and Walcotts. While it was interesting seeing my parents having sex with others, the video of the blindfold game made everything else look very tame. Had I been tricked the same way Penny had? Was it my own mom that got me off so good that day at the Clarks? Thinking back, none of them had actually said it was Mrs. Rayner who had licked my pussy. When I'd asked who was licking me, Mrs. Clark had told me it was 'a friend' and 'someone who thinks you have a sexy body ... someone who wanted to make you feel good.' Mrs. Clark kept asking if I wanted to use the safe word. I didn't. Mrs. Rayner had said she had wanted to return the favor. I'd assumed the favor she meant was going down on me like I'd done for her. Maybe she was returning a different favor ... for my mom! Hell, I couldn't even be certain who the man was that fucked me now. One of the last things Mrs. Clark had asked was whether I was sure it was Bob's cum inside me, and if I was really sure who the woman was." Oh, my God. ------- I browsed through the final few videos before I came to the one that really stunned me more than even the one with my mom. It was another blindfold game. This one starred my best friend in the whole world - Sarah Clark. This video totally blew me away. I thought I was the one with the inside knowledge concerning all the secrets going on with the adults. God, I felt so naive and out of the loop after watching it. The scene was inside the Walcott's house. Sarah was blindfolded and restrained on the bed in their bedroom. I remembered the crush Sarah had for Mr. Walcott. He had been our math teacher! Mrs. Walcott was a teacher as well. Talk about being the teacher's pet! I wondered how many of my teachers over the years were this wild. The Clarks blindfolded me just over a month ago. This video had July 3 from LAST YEAR in the corner as the date it was recorded. Sarah had been involved in this blindfold game of theirs long before I had! I scanned through the video. It was basically the same freaking thing that had happened to me. The difference was Mrs. Walcott was the only woman in the room. They didn't do the same switch on Sarah like had been done with Penny and me. I figured they'd all had gotten bolder with this blindfold game as time went by. Mr. Walcott didn't fuck Sarah either. She knew it was him in the room though. The scene started with Mrs. Walcott teasing Sarah with her fingertips, lightly touching her body. She lightly flicked Sarah's nipples enough to get her to react. Mrs. Walcott moved her hand lower to play with Sarah's pussy, still only touching her lightly. Mr. Walcott moved onto the bed so he could touch Sarah's breasts with the tip of his very hard cock. They were both talking to her, trying to torment her, working her into a frenzy. Early on, Sarah seemed to react just as I had. The uncertainty of it all had made me apprehensive. With me though, there was someone extra in the room. Sarah's situation was different. She knew who was playing the game with her. The attention her body was receiving quickly turned any apprehension into a need for much more from them as well. Mr. Walcott straddled Sarah so she could lick his cock. It was cute how he teased her by rubbing the head of his dick along her lips. Sarah was doing her best to try to get it inside her mouth. She had obviously been playing around with the Walcotts like I'd been with her own parents, but she'd been doing this since last year. It'd taken almost a year after we'd started playing together for the Clarks to blindfold me though. Mrs. Walcott moved between Sarah's legs and teased her with the tip of her tongue even more. The teasing quickly progressed to Sarah's pussy getting a thorough licking. The scene became very intense when Mrs. Walcott slid a finger inside Sarah while furiously bathing her clit with her tongue. Sarah's hips rose off the bed, her body becoming rigid as she came hard from all the attention. Her groaning had me sliding my hand between my legs, rubbing my own pussy. After Sarah had her orgasm, Mr. Walcott began slowly pushing his dick in and out of Sarah's mouth. Her lips slid along the hard shaft as he enjoyed her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock back and came on her chin and neck. Some of his cum was on her lips, which she tasted when she swiped them with her tongue. Mr. Walcott then rubbed the head of his dick along her lips. She kept them closed for the most part at first, but then opened her mouth, licking more of his sperm from her lips and the head of his cock. Even though Mr. Walcott had not fucked Sarah, I wondered if she really still was a virgin. Had Mr. Walcott maybe been her first? Had she only pretended to lose her cherry that day with Jamie when he used the vibrator? She couldn't have though. She had bled some from Jamie using the vibrator. Mr. Walcott could've fucked her after that day. I remembered I was standing in my parents' bedroom. I assumed Mom was the one watching this disc. What about Daddy? Had he seen this video? How deep in this was he? I knew he was mixed up in this to some degree. He obviously knew about the pictures that included more than just the adults. But I hadn't seen any evidence that indicated he was just as involved as Mr. Clark and Mr. Walcott. If Mom was having sex with Sarah, and I wasn't even completely certain of that, was Daddy as well? Would Sarah ever tell me? Could I ever tell her about the things I've done with her parents? ------- Finally the day came for my visit to the doctor's office. I was glad to get that appointment out of the way. It was so embarrassing going to the doctor for this. Getting inspected and lectured by a doctor about sex was no fun at all. Mom was there with me. How humiliating. I felt like the doctor could see everything I'd done over the past year. He obviously knew I'd lost my cherry. He wouldn't necessarily know how that had occurred. He provided reasonable advice about being sexually active, but wasn't judgmental with me. That helped my discomfort level some, but I was ready to bolt from his office just the same. I was so glad when it was over. Mom was really cool during the whole thing though. She tried being supportive so I wouldn't be so nervous, but everything about it was embarrassing. Sarah came over that afternoon and wanted to hear all the details of what happened. I described everything with as much detail as I remembered. She teased me about the doctor touching me, but I teased her right back about her upcoming appointment. I said, "You know it isn't fair that you know what to expect when you go. I had to go into it blind." Mom had told me what to expect in general, but the reality was still unnerving. Sarah would know everything in detail. "You survived," Sarah said. "Yeah, but still. I guess going first has some advantages though," I grinned, showing her the pills. While it was great to have them, the idea of being able to freely have sex with guys weighed on me. I wanted the freedom, but the responsibility and pressure was a little overwhelming to think about. I could be a slut, but then I'd be a slut. Guys talk. Girls crucify each other too easily. Best friends will cut each other to pieces if they're interested in the same guy. I needed to take this slow. 'Go slow' was my new motto. Sarah said, "That's really not fair." "Well, it's not like I have a free pass to go fuck. I still have to wait until after my next period ... which better be next week," I said, hoping my cycle would stay regular so I could start on the pills. We were chatting more about becoming even bigger sexual deviants than we already were, when I slipped in the topic of our moms, hoping to get Sarah to spill more of what she knew, "Do you think our moms were anywhere close to being like us when they were our age?" I asked. "Based on what I've seen, I think we probably have some catching up to do," Sarah said, sheepishly. "You're talking about what you told me you saw ... their playing together that time?" I asked, inquisitively. "Yeah, I bet they were doing the same kind of stuff we've been doing when they were our age." "The 'apple doesn't fall far from the tree' thingy?" "I think the two of us, along with Pam, Penny, Kari and Julie could make a nice fruit salad!" she joked, giggling. "Shut up," I giggled. "Look at us, chica," she stated. "We're all into sex already even before we're on the pill!" "I haven't done anything with Kari or Julie though," I reminded her. "You're a bigger slut than me." "It's only a matter of time, my little slutty bitch," she said, grinning. "I bet our moms didn't have as many girl friends to play around with," I surmised. "I can't imagine either of our grandparents ever letting them get out of their sight long enough for that to happen." "Don't assume too much, Mel." I looked at her wondering just what she might know that she hadn't told me. "Am I assuming too much?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "What do you know?" "I don't know anything," she said. "I'm just saying is all. They could've been even wilder than us for all we know." "The night with Pam at your house ... when you told me you saw our moms together ... was that the only time you saw them having sex?" "No, I've seen them a few other times." "Where at?" I asked. "Every time was at my house." "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they fool around together," I said, sucking on my bottom lip. "I wonder if our dads know?" I asked, already certain they were all having sex together. "Oh, they know, Mel," she informed me. "Earlier this year, I saw them together at my house. Your mom and dad were with mine in my parents' bedroom. It didn't look like the first time either." "They did that when you were in the house?! Wow!" "No, I was supposed to be over at Pam's house spending the night each time. I went home to get something and ... well ... they were at it." "Damn," I paused for a moment. "Sarah, I saw them together here the night I came home to get the CD ... the night Pam and I stayed over with you." "You saw them having sex?" she asked, surprised. "Why didn't you tell me after I told you?" "I didn't see them having sex," I clarified. "But the sounds and the things I heard them say ... they probably were. I didn't know how to tell you that night though. Pam was around us most of the time. I should've told you later though. I'm sorry." "It's alright. I didn't tell you for over a year what I know." "But you did tell me," I said, hugging her affectionately. "And you just told me," she said in my ear as we embraced. Sarah looked at me sincerely, "I don't always know what to say, you know? The things I know ... I don't know if I should ... I don't want to hurt anyone." "Secrets are fun ... but they can also be a bitch," I snickered. Sarah pounced on me, pushing me back on the bed, "It's no secret what I want to do to you ... and you to do to me." "No secret at all," I said before we kissed deeply. She was looking down at me when I decided to spill the beans on some of what I knew. I suddenly blurted out, "I saw pictures of Kari, Mike, and Julie together ... having sex." Sarah acted shocked, "Fuck! Where did you see the pics at?" "On a CD my daddy has." "Oh, my Gawd," she said, breathlessly stunned. "Exactly," I said, remembering how shocked I'd been too. "Do you know who took them?" she asked, with a definite look of concern. She obviously was aware of pictures possibly existing of stuff like that, very likely pictures that might've included her. "I don't know," I replied. "The pictures were taken at the Walcott's house ... looking out into their backyard." "Wow." she said, almost emotionless in her stunned state. "I would guess it would have to have been either Mr. or Mrs. Walcott," I figured. "I can't imagine my daddy being there by himself taking pictures." "Yeah, that makes sense," she agreed. "But ... oh, my Gawd." "But what, Sarah?" "Our parents must know about us. My parents probably know about me..." "Yeah..." I said, waiting for her to say more. Sarah seemed to be holding back though, contemplating what if anything else to say to me. I quizzed Sarah about whether she'd ever found any of her parent's videos, especially homemade ones. She knew her parents had videos on tape and discs, but she'd never had the chance to see what was on any of them. I didn't dare tell her about the videos I'd seen that included her and Penny. Given her obvious discomfort over my having seen pictures of the Walcott's kids, she would've completely freaked out over that. I was sure she was aware that pictures and videos of her were likely in possession of possibly all of our parents, including her own. We were opening up more to each other. Secrets can be fun, but they can really hurt a friendship, too. I liked how we seemed to be more comfortable telling each other things, but the big secret hung out there over both of us - were our parents having sex with each of us? I didn't know if there was any real involvement between Sarah and my parents, like there was between her parents and me. I wanted to cross that bridge, but how do I do that without accidentally pissing off Sarah and losing her friendship? "Do you think your mom has seen them?" she asked. "The pics?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yeah, I saw both my parents looking at them together about a month ago on Daddy's computer. I found the CD in the computer and looked at them later on." "Our parents know about us," she stated. "You know that, don't you?" "I'm sure they do. You know they share everything ... and I mean everything." Sarah giggled a little, "Yeah, especially our moms!" "Like Moms, like daughters, huh?" "Yeah ... well, they don't seem to care," Sarah noted. "So, why should we?" "I agree. We should act like lesbian lovers in front of them," I joked. "I don't think I could do that," she blushed. "I doubt I could either, but I'm not gonna worry about being discovered by them anymore." Sarah laid her head on my shoulder and toyed with one of my nipples with her fingers. I was curious what she was thinking. What she asked next caught me unprepared. "Who do you want to be your first?" Why would she ask me that now? Did she know something and was trying to get me to open up? Was she trying to get me to admit I wasn't a virgin? I couldn't tell her everything yet, but I didn't want to lie anymore. "Too late." She raised her head and turned to look at me. "Mel?" I looked at her blankly. "You're not going to tell me who it was, are you?" I lowered my head, not wanting to say I wouldn't tell her. "Were you raped?" "No," I said a little nervously, shaking my head to let her know I meant it. It wasn't rape, not in my mind it wasn't. Others would likely think different. "Was it Jamie?" "No," I said softly, staring up at the ceiling. "You don't want to tell me, do you?" "I love you, Sarah," I said, looking at her pensively. Sarah looked at me thoughtfully. She leaned closer and hugged me, lying across me with her head on my chest, "It's cool, girl. I understand." My predicament was quite clear between us. She knew. She was telling me she understood the burden of my secret the same way I was telling her. It was clear to me she shared a similar burden. Neither of us had a lot of knowledge of what the other's secret was ... but, still ... we knew enough for the moment. We cuddled together for a while. We had broken down some walls between us. There was still the matter of whether she was having sex with my mom, and maybe even with my daddy, too. But I didn't know how to bring it up without telling her about me with her parents. If she wasn't doing things with my mom as well, she might hate me. I didn't want to take that chance ... for now anyway. We drifted off to sleep, neither of us worried that we could be discovered naked, holding each other like two lovers. ------- My period did begin when it was supposed to. I started the pills then. Sarah started taking hers four days after I did. It was only a matter of time now before life would forever be different for the both of us ... in more ways than one. ------- Sarah, Pam and I had been on birth control now for several weeks. Sarah and Jamie seemed to be hanging out a lot more as well. I knew Sarah had a crush on him. And it also looked like Jamie had a thing for her. I was glad for both of them. I still fooled around with Jamie at night, and Sarah knew it and didn't act like she minded, but I sort of suspected she did. Sharing someone you may be in love with can't be easy. Our parents seemed to have all that figured out, but I wondered if they had moments when they were jealous or upset with each other. Pam was hanging out more with Mike Walcott, and much less with me and Sarah. So, I started hanging out more with a few other friends from school. Tammy Addison was fun to hang out at the mall with. We got along great. Jennifer Preston was fun to be around at school, but we hadn't talked since school ended. Becky Jordan was usually easy to hook up with, but she was kind of a pain sometimes. A few of my friends from the cheer squad were easy to hook up with as well. But the closeness wasn't the same as with Sarah. The secrets we shared bonded us much closer than I would ever be with others. I was terrified of my other friends finding out that I'd had sex with girls. It wasn't even a subject I would talk about with them. I felt lonely when Sarah and Pam weren't around to hang out with. It was mid-July and school was still weeks away from starting back. Jamie was playing baseball a lot with a team he'd hooked up with. He'd be starting football practice in the middle of August. I knew I'd be seeing less of him during the day. It was sometimes amazing to me how sex had brought Jamie and me closer together. Before, we couldn't stand being close to each other. Now, we were looking for opportunities to fool around together. When Sarah and Pam weren't around, I liked riding my bike around the neighborhood and down near the river. I came home one afternoon and found Sarah's bike near the backdoor. Was she hanging out with Mom? She was probably with Jamie, but I was curious all the same. After seeing no one downstairs, I quietly went upstairs to see who was where. Mom's bedroom door was closed, as was Jamie's. I thought about just picking a door and barging in, but Mom would be pissed at me for not knocking. Jamie probably wouldn't complain too much though. So, I figured I'd listen at Mom's door for a few minutes. I could hear the TV playing, but couldn't make out any other sounds. She was likely in there alone. I walked quietly to Jamie's door and turned the knob gently to see if it was locked. It wasn't. So I partially opened it, quickly sticking my head into the room to see what was going on. What I saw surprised me, but in hindsight I'm not sure why. Jamie was on top of Sarah on his bed, both of them naked. Jamie was fucking her. Neither of them realized the door had opened and that they were being watched. Maybe they'd planned to be watched? By Mom maybe? They had to know Mom was in the house. The door wasn't locked. They obviously weren't concerned about getting caught. But then, they were so involved with each other that I doubted they were even thinking of anything else. Jamie was fucking her with long steady strokes. Sarah was moving her hips to get his cock as deep inside her as she could. It was a very erotic sight. This wasn't just a fuck. They were making love. After all we'd done together over the last year, I felt so out of place for the first time. I was an intruder for the first time. Jamie's strokes into Sarah became more intent. They both were wet with sweat. Sarah's hands moved up and down his sides before resting on his hips, holding him to her. He was getting close to cumming inside her. I worried for a moment before remembering she was on the pill. I was jealous now. His face got that look right before he squirts. He slammed hard into her. He held still for a few moments before making quick stabs with his cock into her body. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming. Sarah was moaning. Jamie was making all kinds of sounds as he plunged himself inside Sarah's pussy, his cum filling her. Jamie finally collapsed onto her, sweat dripping and breathing hard. I was so jealous, but also glad for my best friend. She was definitely not a virgin anymore. Sarah was the first to notice me. "Jesus, you scared me, Mel." "I can understand being scared of Jesus, but after all we've done?" I said grinning, opening the door further and walking in. Sarah said, "How long were you there?" "Not too long, but long enough," I said, and then looked at Jamie. "Not bad, dear brother." Jamie said, "Do I get a ten from the judge?" "I'll give Sarah a ten," I said. "I'll have to think about your score some more." Walking over and smacking his butt cheek, I added, "You might need to bribe the judge." Sarah said, "Well, I'm giving him a ten." "You're biased. Plus, he's still hard," I said, looking closer between Jamie's legs from behind. "And he's still inside you, too. I'll never get an honest score from you with him like that." Sarah whispered something into Jamie's ear. "Oh, I see. Now you two are conspiring against me," I said, slapping Jamie's ass again. "That is so not fair." Jamie rolled off of Sarah onto his back beside her. His cock was still quite hard, and wet with his and Sarah's juices. Sarah was a mess between her legs. "I've got a job for you, my little cunt licker," she said with a devious smile. "Oh, so now I'm just the cleaning lady, huh?" I said, moving onto the bed between her legs. Jamie said, "If you want to be part of the team, you have to bat in the cleanup spot." "You might think your cock is a baseball bat, but this isn't baseball," I said. "I don't have anything to swing like you do." "Maybe not, but it's one of the most important spots in the lineup ... and you don't need a bat for this game," Jamie said. Sarah and I both groaned at the lameness. He was obviously feeling cocky after just fucking Sarah and having his sister ready to dive down into her spermy pussy. I moved so my lips were almost brushing her clit. She looked so obscene with her legs spread and Jamie's cum drooling out of her. I licked between her pussy lips, gathering some of his cum onto my tongue, showing it off to both of them for a moment before swallowing it. For the next few minutes, I gave Sarah the best tongue bath I could. She came hard against my mouth. I held onto her legs, torturing her clit while she writhed on the bed. I looked toward Jamie. He was slowly stroking his wet cock while watching us. I was wet too, but I still had my top and shorts on. Looking back at Sarah, I noticed she was staring in the direction of Jamie. "Do it," she told him. "I know you want to." What? What did she mean? "Go on," she said, looking at Jamie. "Take her shorts off." Jamie hesitated a moment before moving behind me, then reaching under me to undo my shorts before sliding them down my legs until they were off me completely. He did the same with my panties. I didn't fight it, but stared intently at Sarah. She leaned up, and then had me sit up on my butt in front of her. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt, she pulled it up and off me. She reached around and undid my bra, pulling it off me as well. My brother was still behind me. I wasn't exactly sure where this was leading, but I wasn't going to stop it. I was too freaking horny to complain about anything. Sarah lay back down on her back, pulling me by my arms so my face was near her breasts. I was on my knees. Jamie was behind me still. Looking past me toward Jamie, she told him, "Go ahead. We both know you want to." I knew immediately what she meant. I lifted my head slightly before Sarah stopped me with her hands, holding my face gently against her tits, "I know you want it, too". I felt Jamie move up closer behind me. The first touch of his cock against my pussy lips caused me to gasp. He began rubbing the head along my slit, feeling his way inside me. He was anxious. I was as well. "Fuck me, Jamie. Do it!" I eagerly said. He pushed slowly into me, his cock filling me up so good. He felt so big in me. I was moaning loudly. I didn't care about anything but Jamie's cock inside me. Sarah ran her fingers through my hair as he began thrusting repeatedly into me. His cock seemed to hit all the right spots. I moaned loudly from the sensations I was feeling, especially when Jamie shoved all the way inside me, his body pressing against my butt. Mr. Clark was good. He was better at doing little things to make me feel incredible. Jamie's raw lust to fuck me was just what I needed though. He was pounding me harder and harder. The sound of his body smacking into mine just added to the sensations I was feeling. "Oh fuck, that feels so damn good," I said breathlessly, almost whimpering. I was moaning louder. Sarah held me to her as Jamie's dick sawed in and out of me, his balls slapping my clit each time he did. Jamie's thrusts took on the same urgency that I'd seen with Sarah, right before he came inside her. I wanted that, too. I was afraid he might pull out of me. "Don't you pull out," I demanded. "Don't you dare!" He slowed for just a moment, "I'm gonna come any moment now. Are you sure?" "Damn it, Jamie. Fuck me!" I exclaimed, almost screaming. He stroked in and out of me with a few long hard thrusts before he buried himself as deep as he could in my pussy. I could feel his cock jerking in me. I knew he was squirting his cum. He was grunting as he took a few more short quick stabs into me, holding each time to fill me with more of his sperm. God it felt so good. I was sweating and exhausted. It felt like I'd been having one long orgasm. He was sweating and breathing hard as he let his cock slip out of me. I knew his cum was starting to drip out of me. He had the perfect view of my pussy. I wanted him to see just what he'd done to me. I rose up from Sarah's chest and leaned back, turning so that I was almost facing him while he was still on his knees. I twisted my body so that I could lay my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around him, hugging him tenderly. One of his arms wrapped around my chest, his hand clutching me. His other hand cradled my head. We just held each other for a moment. He could've been a jerk and acted all macho about this. But he didn't. Sarah was a lucky girl. I turned my head away from Jamie and stared at the door. I'd left it open. I hadn't done it specifically. I just hadn't felt concerned enough to think about closing it when I'd come in. Jamie could see that it was open, too. I don't know if Sarah could really see it from the way she had been laying on the bed. She didn't complain about it though. Mom had been in her room. She may or may not have come to check on us. I was actually hoping that she had. In a way, I wanted a confrontation to happen, but I was afraid to initiate it. Jamie slipped on his shorts and went to the bathroom to clean up. We were both still nude when I grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her toward the hallway, "We're naked!" she complained. "Just grab your clothes and come with me," pulling her by her arm toward Jamie's door. I paused to grab my own clothes before pulling Sarah toward the door. "Your mom..." "Come on," I insisted. Sarah looked at me a little shocked. I was pulling her out into the hallway, both of us naked coming from Jamie's room headed to mine. "Mel!" she softly exclaimed. "This is crazy!" I just kept pulling her along toward my room. Once we were inside, I closed the door and pulled her over to the bed. "Jesus, Mel. Your mom could've come out of her room or something." I just shrugged. "Are you okay?" she asked with genuine concern. "Yeah. Now I'm definitely not a virgin." "Girl, are you freaking out on me?" "No, I'm okay. That was pretty wild though." I said, as I collapsed on my bed, shaking my head in amazement at how brazen I'd been. "Yeah..." She paused as she sat beside me on the bed before saying, "I'm sorry." "You're sorry? For what?" "For pushing you ... into letting Jamie..." "Don't be. I'd have stopped him if I didn't want to." I took her hand in mine, "Was that the first time for you ... and Jamie?" She seemed to realize the implication of how I phrased that question. She looked at me in a way as if to acknowledge the unasked question. "Yes." "Are you pissed at me for butting in?" "No, I'm glad you showed up." "Why? I just fucked your boyfriend." She didn't protest how I characterized their relationship. "Yeah, so?" "So?" I replied, incredulously. "You don't mind that I did?" "He's your brother." "But still..." "It's okay," she said. "It was going to happen. It will happen again ... and again. I'm not stupid." "I won't..." "Don't say that. You will. Then you'll feel bad because you said you wouldn't." I sighed. She moved her face close to mine, and said, "I don't mind. I don't want Pam or Penny fucking him, but I don't mind if it's you." Tears flowed from my eyes, "I don't want to hurt you." "You won't," tears in her eyes now. ------- Jamie burst into my room, breaking the intimacy of the moment. "Why did you guys leave my room?" Sarah said, "Your bed was wet from all your cum." I broke out in laughter. "Ha ha," he mocked. He came over and joined us on the bed. He took Sarah's hand into his. "So you two are hooked now, huh?" They both started blushing a little, looking at each other. "It's cool. I think it's great. You two make a good couple." "Couple of what?" Sarah asked, poking me in the side. I pounced on top of Sarah, moving over her so our pussies were situated so that Jamie had a great view. Jamie didn't pass up the chance to enjoy the moment either. He quickly jumped off the bed and slid out of his shorts. His cock was already sticking out ready for more of his girlfriend and sister. He moved back on the bed between our legs. "Someone is getting a bit ambitious," I said to Sarah. "I think he sees a two for one special," Sarah joked. I rolled my eyes, but didn't move as Jamie began rubbing his cock against my pussy before lowering it slightly to do the same to Sarah. "Who's he gonna pick first," I asked. "He can't seem to decide. Maybe we should flip a coin?" Jamie loved all the attention, not to mention having two horny pussies waiting to be fucked. "Decisions, decisions." he muttered. "Choose well," Sarah said, effectively making the decision for everyone. "You might want to listen to your little lady, brother dear." Jamie leaned down a little, pushing his cock into Sarah. Jamie's body felt incredible against my ass as he thrust slowly into her. After a short time, he removed his cock from her and found my opening. Sarah and I were both still filled with cum. The noise confirmed that, too, as he fucked us. He kept alternating between us, giving each of us several deep thrusts. It wasn't nearly enough to get either me or Sarah off, but Jamie was having a blast. When his orgasm finally arrived, he was inside of Sarah. He tried coming in her a few squirts before moving to finish inside of me. It didn't work out so great, with his cum ending up between all of us on the bed. I rolled off of Sarah. "Now both of our beds are a mess," I said, feigning indignation while throwing a pillow at Jamie. "I can't very well call housekeeping to change the sheets either." We did our best to clean up both our beds. Mom would likely notice and know exactly what had gone on in both our beds, but I was certain she wouldn't say anything later. Mom had yet to call us out on anything in the past when it was more than obvious we were fooling around. We hung out together in both our rooms for a few hours. Mom never made an appearance to check on us. I wasn't quite sure how to interpret that. There was definitely something special going on between my brother and Sarah. Interestingly, I never felt like a third wheel. I thought I would at some point. I knew they'd want time alone though, and so I told them I was going over to Pam's house for a while. Sarah said, "Remember I told you about Mike and Pam hooking up?" I nodded. "Pam may be snuggled up with him right now." "I could go see Julie then," I said. "Well, Julie is supposedly seeing some guy a lot now, too." "I'm always the last to know," I complained, shaking my head. "Ha! You're the last to know?" Sarah scoffed. Complain to someone who doesn't know you better." "You know me too well." "Sometimes I wonder," she said, rolling her eyes. I glared at her for a moment before I caught myself, not wanting to end up being confrontational. She knew I wasn't telling her everything, but how could I without possibly making her mad at me? "I'll find something to do if Pam's not at her house..." I paused a moment. With a bit of a wicked smile, I added, "Or if Mike is there with her." "That could turn out to be interesting," she grinned. "I'll give you all the juicy details if anything happens." When I got up to go get cleaned up and dressed in the bathroom, Sarah followed me. "Mel, are you going to say anything to Pam?" "About you and Jamie being a couple? Not if you don't want me to." "Well, that and ... I don't care if you tell her or anyone else about me and Jamie. What I meant was ... about you not being a virgin." I thought for a moment and replied, "Today didn't happen ... and as far as Pam or anyone else is concerned, I'm still little Miss Innocent." "Miss Innocent, my ass." "Well, I'm still not the town slut," I said, cocking my head, exaggerating being prim and proper. "Yeah, you go with that one," she nudged me, laughing. ------- After I cleaned up some and was dressed, I went downstairs, looking for my mom. She was on the phone in the kitchen. I just waved at her, but didn't tell her anything as I went toward the backdoor to leave. I didn't know if she realized I was leaving or not. I decided I didn't care if she knew or not. I was still incredibly horny after the threesome with Jamie and Sarah. Heck, I'd probably let Pam's little brother fuck me if the opportunity presented itself. I was definitely enjoying the freedom that birth control gave me. I wasn't sure if Pam would be home. If she wasn't, I figured I'd go over and spend some time with the Clarks. I'd just wing it if everyone was busy. While riding over to Pam's house, I wondered more about Sarah and the Walcotts. Were they still doing anything together? Was Mr. Walcott her first? Did Jamie know anything about it? If he did, he didn't seem to care what might have happened between them. When I was almost at the Rayner's house, I saw what I believed was the Walcott's car out front. Mike wasn't old enough to drive yet, but his mom could've brought him over to see Pam. There was also another car there that I didn't recognize. I walked around to the side of the house with my bike to the gate for the privacy fence, I could hear music playing from the deck at the backdoor, but it wasn't loud enough to drown out the humming from the jets of the Rayner's hot tub. I then heard what sounded like Pam's voice coming from the deck. Remembering the last time I'd done this in early June, I knew this could prove to be interesting. Back then, I'd found the Rayner's kids and Sarah together in what became an orgy. I also remembered that Mrs. Rayner had been spying on them, and that Penny had been the one to get things going. Things were very different this time though. I quietly opened the gate and looked into the backyard. I didn't see anyone so I knew for sure that Pam had to be up on the deck. I walked through the gate opening to the edge of the back of the house, and looked around the corner. There were three adults sitting on the deck chairs with their backs to me. Everyone else seemed to be sitting down in the hot tub. After watching for a few moments, I could make out that it was Mrs. Rayner, and Mr. and Mrs. Walcott in the deck chairs. He was sitting between the two women. I could also tell it was Mike and his older sister Kari sitting with Peter, Pam, and Penny in the hot tub. Their heads were all I could see though. This didn't look that unusual. It just looked like two families spending some time together. However, Julie wasn't there. I thought for a moment about just joining them, but decided I better not make an uninvited appearance until I was sure what exactly was going on. All they did was sit around talking. I'd almost decided to leave when Mr. Walcott rose from his chair and turned slightly while talking with Mrs. Rayner. The man was buck naked! His cock was dangling there for everyone to see. Mr. Walcott turned back toward his wife laughing. Mrs. Rayner reached over to playfully slap his butt. I could tell Mrs. Rayner was at least topless, if not completely nude as well. Holy shit! Their kids are right there in the hot tub! Penny being there didn't really surprise me. I was sure she was deep into all of the stuff going on with the adults, but Pam? And the Walcott's two oldest kids? What the fuck?! Pam and Mike were supposed to be a couple, too! But then, other than being naked in front of their kids, there was nothing really sexual going on. I'd already known that Mrs. Rayner was pretty wild compared to Mrs. Clark. I'd already seen that she'd go down on her blindfolded daughter. None of them were having sex though. But sitting naked together with their kids close by in a hot tub was beyond what I thought she'd ever do openly around them. The real shock came when the backdoor opened and the Walcott's youngest daughter, Julie, walked out in front of Pastor Bradley Thomas and his wife, Doris ... all of them naked as well! What had the three of them been doing in the house together? Had they been alone in the house for very long? None of them were freaked out about it, except me. It looked like something they were used to seeing. Pam did stare at them longer than the others seemed to. Maybe she wasn't as used to this as the others appeared to be. The only adult left missing from all of this was Mr. Rayner. I figured he had to do some work today. I'm sure he was pissed off about that. I had no way to know who they still might be expecting to show up. Pastor Thomas seemed to direct Julie and his wife to the area of the deck behind the chairs that the Walcotts and Mrs. Rayner were sitting it. They were all carrying towels. Once they were behind the other adults, they spread them out on the deck, and sat down on them as if they were just going to stretch out and sunbathe. Pastor Thomas got down on the deck, lying down on his back. I heard Mrs. Thomas ask Julie if she would help spread lotion on him, and then on herself before they put lotion on Julie. Julie started putting lotion on his calves and thighs, while Mrs. Thomas used her hands to put some on his chest and stomach. While there was nothing really sexual about it, I thought it was a little odd that Mrs. Thomas didn't mind Julie touching her husband, even if it was just his legs. As this was going on, Pastor Thomas began getting an erection. Holy crap! He got very hard in a hurry, too. Julie didn't seem at all alarmed about it. Neither did Mrs. Thomas. The only reaction between them was some grinning faces as they looked at his dick sticking up in the air. Mrs. Thomas scooted so that she was on her knees beside her husband's waist. It effectively blocked any direct view from anyone in the hot tub, but the adults could easily see if they stood up or looked behind them from their chairs. Mrs. Thomas used her towel to wipe off her hands really good. No way would she dare do what I was thinking she was about to do. Julie was right there! Mrs. Thomas took her husband's cock in her hand at the base and began slowly stroking it ... right out there on the deck ... in front of Julie! She then reached over and took Julie's arm with her hand, pulling on it gently to get her to scoot closer next to her. She then leaned his cock down so that it was pointing directly at Julie. No way this was about to happen! Julie glanced toward her parents who were still facing toward the hot tub before leaning down and taking the head of Pastor Thomas' cock into her mouth. This went on for just a short time before Mrs. Rayner glanced back toward them. She just smiled! She didn't react or do anything that would've caused Julie's parents to turn back and look though. I wondered if Mrs. Rayner had drawn their attention to the threesome, whether Julie's parents would've done anything other than watch. Mrs. Thomas then leaned down to join Julie in giving Pastor Thomas a blowjob. They both took turns taking him in their mouth, with the other licking his shaft. This went on for a few more minutes before Pastor Thomas started cumming in Julie's mouth. Some of it ran from her mouth down his cock, which his wife did her best at catching with her tongue. Julie removed her mouth and sat back. Mrs. Thomas used a towel to wipe off Pastor Thomas' wilting cock. She then put some more lotion on her hands and applied it to his cock and balls, before motioning for Julie to lie down so she could put lotion on her as well. As Mrs. Thomas was caressing Julie's body with the lotion, I looked more intently at what was going on in the hot tub. I assumed everyone in the hot tub was nude. It only made sense with all the adults and Julie that way. They were more or less just sitting there though. Pam was sitting on Mike's lap. She might have his cock inside her, but neither one was moving much. They were likely touching each other beneath the surface of the water. Mr. Walcott and his wife were looking toward the hot tub. They had to know their son could be fucking Pam. It was about that time that a phone rang on a table close to Mrs. Rayner. "Hi, Andrea." She was talking to my mom! "We're just relaxing around the hot tub." Would Mrs. Rayner invite her over? "Brent and Terri are here with their kids. So are Bradley and Doris." Pastor and Mrs. Thomas didn't have any children. Looks like they were enjoying everyone else's! "We'd love to have you and Greg over." That didn't surprise me. It was interesting that she hadn't mentioned anything to my mom about bringing her kids over ... especially Jamie. Maybe Jamie wasn't as involved in all of this as I'd thought. Mrs. Thomas got up and walked over, squatting down by Mrs. Rayner as she was talking to Mom. It looked like she wanted to tell Mrs. Rayner something. "It's a shame Greg is working. At least you have Sarah to entertain." Jamie is 'entertaining' Sarah! Not Mom! Or, was it just Jamie doing the entertaining? I started thinking I should ride back home as fast as I could to see what was going on. "Melissa is coming over?" Fuck! Jamie or Sarah told my mom I'd left to come over here! She must've called to warn Mrs. Rayner I could show up! She must've known what I could stumble in on. Mrs. Thomas put her hand on Mrs. Rayner's arm. Mrs. Rayner looked at her curiously, but kept talking to Mom. She looked like she wanted to say something to Mrs. Rayner. I guess they were panicking a little over the idea of me walking in on them. "We'll listen out for her. Talk to you later, hon. Bye." Mrs. Rayner stood up and said, "I better put my swim suit on and go inside to wait for Melissa. I'll keep her from coming out here." Pam said, "Mom, do you want me to come inside? Mike can come in with me." "Not right now ... maybe shortly." Mrs. Thomas followed Mrs. Rayner into the house, saying something to her as they went inside. I couldn't hear what was said though. I slipped back through the privacy fence gate, grabbed my bike, and ran with it to the front yard. I knew I had to get back out front before Mrs. Rayner was at the front of the house, or she'd likely catch me coming from around the side. Standing with my bike out front, I stared at the door and thought about what to do. Everything in my mind was all jumbled up though. I didn't know what everything I'd seen meant. The only thing I was sure of was that standing there wasn't going to get me any closer to figuring things out. Moments later, I was ringing the doorbell. Mrs. Rayner opened the door almost immediately. "Hi, Melissa! Come in, sweetie." ------- Chapter 15 Mrs. Rayner seemed very eager, almost flustered. How was she going to explain what was going on in her back yard? With so many people around, there was no way she could keep me from seeing something. The whole Walcott family was naked, either sun bathing or in the hot tub. Her own kids were all out there naked with the others. She knew Julie gave Pastor Thomas a blowjob, right behind Julie's parents. Of course, she didn't know I was already aware of everything. "Melissa, your mom wanted me to send you home when you got here," she said, taking my hand. "But it's too late for that." She walked me toward the stairs that led to her bedroom. This was going to be interesting. Holding my hand tightly, she walked with a real purpose. She obviously didn't want me anywhere near the back of the house, at least not yet. Walking into her bedroom, she closed the door and led me over to the bed. "Let's talk for a few minutes," she said, and then didn't say anything for a moment. I wasn't sure what to expect. Mrs. Clark hadn't been completely truthful about Mrs. Rayner's involvement with her own kids. I guess telling me about a mom going down on her blindfolded daughter wouldn't be the easiest thing to talk about. But, she had told me she would explain things to me when my mom was comfortable with me knowing. My own mom certainly wasn't telling me anything. The wall between us seemed to be getting bigger, too. Was Mrs. Rayner going to spill things now? She seemed to be the loose cannon among all of the adults. "You know the day when Colleen and I were at your house with you ... while your mom was away?" "Yeah?" "You remember when we were talking in the bathroom, about what other people do privately being their own business?" I nodded, remembering how she'd also avoided answering questions about my parents. "Remember I told you that secrets like ours can't be shared, no matter how much you might want to? That people you care for could get into serious trouble over things that really are hurting no one, and shouldn't be anyone else's business?" I nodded again. Still not sure what this was leading up to. "Well, there are some people here with their own secrets. Secrets that could really hurt them. Secrets that aren't hurting anyone though." She was about to spill things. I looked at her very expectantly. "Brent and Terri Walcott are here ... with their kids." "That's cool," acting like that was no big deal. "Bradley and Doris Thomas are here, too. They're all out on the back deck ... along with Pam, Penny and Peter." I continued to give her a 'so what' look. "Melissa, they're all naked." I feigned a shocked look, "Pastor Thomas and his wife are naked with everyone? The Walcotts, too?" "Yes. Melissa, they're nudists. So are the Walcotts." "You mean like ... they go naked all the time?" "Yes, but not all the time, of course. Being a church leader makes that a bit difficult." "Yeah, they would catch hell if the members found out." "Hell yeah," she laughed softly at the unintended pun. " ... and looking for a new profession, too." I nodded. That made sense, but it didn't explain getting a blowjob from a young teen girl. I also knew he had fucked Mrs. Rayner in the past. Penny had told Sarah and Pam about that. Penny supposedly had pictures of her mom fucking him. "You said the Walcotts were all nudists, too..." I'd never been particularly close to the Walcott kids. We'd spent some time together, but nothing like with Sarah and Pam, or even other friends from school. "They are," she answered. "And for similar reasons, they need to keep it a secret as well. So they all spend time being naked in places where they're not likely to be discovered." Why hadn't anybody told me about this! I could understand maybe why Mrs. Clark hadn't. She barely told me anything about others. Does Sarah know? Surely Pam knew something about this! Mike was her freakin' boyfriend! "Makes sense, being teachers and all, but they seem to like to live dangerously." "We all live dangerously," she said. "Everyone has their secrets that can hurt them. Theirs are just more dangerous than most." "Like ours?" "Definitely, like ours. Maybe more so, since they could more easily be discovered. At least what we've done together when it comes to sex has been done very privately. However, the world would judge all of us very harshly for the things we've done together." Maybe it's good they didn't tell me. This was a dangerous secret for the Walcott and Thomas families. I could tell she was very concerned about what I thought ... and might say or do with my new knowledge. The secrets kept getting bigger and more dangerous. She and the others were putting a lot of trust in me ... a young teen chick ... to understand the importance and need for keeping secrets safe. "I won't say anything. You know that," I told her. "I don't want others knowing about the things I've done." "I know you understand," she assured me. "You may not have as much to lose as others, but no one wins from revealing any of our secrets." She was right. The world would come down hard on all the adults. No one was doing anything they didn't want to do though. I knew I could stop being involved in all of this if I wanted. I was choosing to do the things I did. I chose to allow myself to be blindfolded. I knew anything could happen. I didn't think things would go nearly as far as they had, but I wasn't hurt by any of it. I'd enjoyed everything so far, even if it was pretty weird once I found out what was going on. "So, would you like to come join everyone out back?" "Naked?" "If you want," she said. "It's up to you." I pulled my top up and over my head, throwing it on the bed. My bra quickly followed. I smiled at Mrs. Rayner as I stood up to slide my shorts and panties off. The look on her face told me she had something dirty in mind, "Before we join the others, would you like to have some fun?" I stepped out of my panties. "I am kinda horny," I confided, blushing a little. I was more than 'kinda'. I'd been ready to fuck since I'd watched Julie's blowjob. "Would you like to play a game with me?" "Sure," I said, curious where this was going. Mrs. Rayner went over to her closet and came back with a blindfold and restraints. Did they ever play any other kind of games? Strip poker? Spin the bottle? Truth or dare? Pin the Tail on Melissa? Anything? "This was fun the last time at the Clarks. Want to?" she asked, letting the blindfold dangle from her fingertips. I quickly debated whether to let this happen. Who would end up in the room with me? Would I ever know? My paranoia kicked in as I quickly glanced around for a camera, not seeing one. But once I was blindfolded, anything could happen. I'd never let that stop me before though, and I was curious just how far this might go. I climbed up on the bed and assumed the position. Mrs. Rayner smiled at my unspoken acceptance of her invitation. "I know why Colleen adores you so much." I felt proud, in a perverted way. I had a little bit of a shy side to me, but obviously not when it came to sex. It seemed others appreciated that, even if it might just be for their own benefit. Mrs. Rayner secured my wrists to the bedposts before putting the blindfold in place. She didn't secure my feet, but I don't think she saw the need to. I was a very willing participant, and she knew it. "You remember the safe word?" "Elephant." "Only say it if you mean it. Otherwise, just enjoy." It got quiet for a few minutes. She wouldn't actually go get the others, would she? Finally, I felt the bed shake a little as someone got on it with me. It was difficult to tell if it was an adult or not. "Someone is very interested in you," Mrs. Rayner said softly into my ear. I remained quiet. Hands began lightly touching my inner thighs, urging me to spread my legs open wider. I didn't fight it. I knew I was obscenely exposed to whoever was on the bed, or in the room. Fingers lightly brushed through my pubic hair, teasing me, but still giving no clue about who it was. When the fingers began touching my wet slit, I couldn't help but squirm a little. "You like that. Don't you, sweetie?" A finger slipped inside of me. Slowly moving around." "You look so wet, baby. Your horny little pussy is already squishy." A tongue touched my clit. Two fingers were inside me now. My hips rose to push against them, forcing them further inside. "Oh yeah, I think you were horny even before you got here." I groaned, fingers pushing even deeper inside me, lips pulling on my clit. A rough chin against me. It was a man, but which man? Had she gone to get Mr. Walcott or Pastor Thomas ... or both? I also wondered who had followed them back into the room to enjoy the show. The man's tongue worked its way into my opening, fucking me lovingly. The tongue moved lower, hands moved under my butt, lifting and spreading me open further. The tongue licked along the crack of my ass before focusing on my tight little back hole. "That looks so good, baby. I bet it feels incredible. I wish I was licking that precious little asshole." I moaned louder. Someone grabbed my feet and pulled them back toward and above my body, exposing me even more obscenely. Restraints were put around my ankles. My legs were spread wider. I couldn't move. The image of how I must look made me feel a little embarrassed, but I didn't fight what was happening. The safe word was far from my lips. More movement on the bed. A hard dick slapped against my cunt. I gasped. Its owner continued spanking my pussy with it. This definitely wasn't Peter; not that he was small or anything. This was a grown man taking advantage of me. The tip of his cock pressed at my opening, slipping inside me. "He looks so good inside you, Melissa." I moaned as he slowly thrust in and out. Mrs. Rayner began playing with my nipples, pulling on them, twisting them nicely. "His cock is so hard, baby. Can you feel it?" I moaned that I could. His cock felt incredible in this position. The ridge of its head was scrapping my walls deliciously. I wasn't certain who had fucked me when I was blindfolded before, but I was more than certain this was his first time with me. This cock felt bigger, making me feel fuller than ever. He pulled out of me. I groaned in protest. "Patience, baby. We're just getting started," she softly said in my ear. More movement on the bed. Whispers that I couldn't make out. A finger touched my butt hole. It felt wet, slippery even. It pushed slowly inside me just a little. I pulled on my restraints, asking, "What are you doing?" "Do you want to use the safe word?" I didn't. Not yet anyway. But I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. The finger pulled out some before pushing inside my ass further. "What are you going to do?!" "It's okay, hon. We're not going to hurt you. We're just playing some." "Go slow," I insisted. "We'll be gentle. All of us will." All? How many is 'all'? I quickly decided I would use the safe word if I felt a cock against my butt hole. There was no way I could take that man's cock in my ass. It was great in my pussy, but no way was I ready to be fucked in my butt by something like that. The owner of the finger in my butt continued to slowly fuck me. I began to relax as it settled into a steady rhythm. It felt great once I was more comfortable that a man wasn't going to jam his cock into it. Then there was more movement on the bed. A mouth was at my pussy again, licking, probing, making me moan even more. Was it Mrs. Rayner or the man? Was it someone new? The finger slipped out of my ass. It was replaced at the opening to my butt with something else. Something smooth, but it didn't feel overly large in size. It wasn't a cock though. It must be a vibrator. I hoped it wasn't too big. It pushed where the finger had been, easily slipping inside just a little. "Have you ever had a vibrator in your sexy little ass, Melissa?" Mrs. Rayner was back by my ear again ... or still by my ear? I wasn't sure if she had moved before or not. "No." It slid inside me further. It didn't hurt though. In fact, it felt really good. "It looks so good fucking that cute little behind." A hand slapped one of my butt cheeks. Was it Mrs. Rayner? "I could just eat that little ass of yours." More movement. A mouth was now nipping and licking where the hand had spanked me. I had no clue as to who exactly was doing what to me. I only knew for sure that it was at least Mrs. Rayner and at least one other person. A hand spanked my butt again. And again. "You're such a bad girl," Mrs. Rayner said in my ear after the last slap on my ass. Another slap, a little harder this time. "Such a dirty girl ... letting us do such dirty things to you." Another slap, even harder, causing me to wince and whimper somewhat in protest. "Don't complain, baby. You've already let us fuck your little pussy ... and use your tight ass. You deserve a little punishment." Again, my butt cheek was stung. The vibrator, which seemed to be a little thicker than the finger that was in me, was pushed deep inside my ass. I tensed up for a few moments. It wasn't hurting me. In fact, it felt pretty wild to have something that far up my butt. Whoever was fucking me with it got into a good rhythm with it, too, pushing it in and out with long slow strokes. Then there was more movement on the bed. Someone had moved between my legs. A cock rubbed against my pussy again. It wasn't limp either. The vibrator was still fucking my ass. "Oh, my god," I breathlessly said, as the head of the cock pushed inside me. The vibrator was held still, deep inside my ass. The man's cock was now just as deep inside my pussy. I was getting doubled fucked! "Oh, my God is right, sweetie," Mrs. Rayner's voice was at my ear again. I wish you could see yourself, but I can't take off the mask." "It's okay to take it off!" I anxiously offered. "That's not part of the game, baby. Only the safe word does that, and then everything stops." I groaned as they fucked me harder. I felt so fucking full. Whoever was fucking my ass wasn't holding back now. The man fucking my pussy was pounding against me hard, too. "Sweetie, I'm playing with my pussy watching this. They're fucking you so good." My mind registered the confirmation that there were at least two other people in the room with Mrs. Rayner. I hadn't been absolutely sure she wasn't the one using the vibrator. "I think he's about to come inside you, baby. Do you want him to fill your pussy ... or cum all over you?" I wondered for a moment if I should have him pull out, but it felt too good inside me. I just kept moaning without answering. The man grunted as he slammed into me, his cock jerking deep inside my cunt. I knew he was filling me with his spunk. I wanted it all. "Baby, you got a big load." I could feel it running out of me, and down my ass. The man finally let his cock slip out, and the owner of the vibrator slipped it out of my ass as well. I was certain I looked incredibly obscene with my legs pulled so far back, exposing my asshole and cum filled pussy. "Such a nice cream pie, baby. I think I'll have a little," Mrs. Rayner said. There was more movement on the bed. A mouth was soon on my sloppy cunt, licking and slurping loudly. I began to wonder though who was really going down on me. It wouldn't be the first time they tricked someone while blindfolded. I realized it could be any of the ladies or girls there. Heck, it could be Mrs. Clark or someone else for all I knew. Mom could've even gotten here by now! I doubted it was my mom though, not with her 'entertaining' Sarah, as Mrs. Rayner had put it. Whoever it was knew what they were doing though. After I'd had another orgasm, it seemed as if the game was over. I heard whispering, as well as movement as if someone was getting off the bed. Things got quiet for a few moments before Mrs. Rayner was talking into my ear again. "Have fun, baby?" "Yeah, that ... that was wild. I'm starting to get a cramp though..." "Hang on, let me take your blindfold off first." It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. When I could handle the light again, I could see just how obscene I really looked. I could also see someone else standing by the bed. He hadn't been outside with the others before. I felt very self-conscious for the first time since the game started. "Hi, Melissa," Mr. Rayner said, standing there naked. His cock was limp and covered with cum. "Hi, Mr. Rayner," I said sheepishly. I glanced at a grinning Mrs. Rayner. My face must've revealed my shock. She leaned closer to me and asked, "You okay?" "Yeah, I just didn't expect..." Mr. Rayner sat on the bed close to me, placing his hand on my butt cheek, and said, "Not knowing what is happening, and knowing that anything can happen, is what makes this kind of game all the more fun. You did great, Melissa." Mrs. Rayner added, "He was downstairs when you got here, sweetie. I thought you might like playing this game with him. I hope that's okay." "It's fine. I just thought..." "That it was Brent?" she asked. "Or maybe even Pastor Thomas?" "Yeah..." "Would you mind sometime?" Mr. Rayner asked. "I'm not sure ... I guess it would be alright. Pastor Thomas would be really weird though." "It might be weird at first," Mrs. Rayner replied. "It would be a very naughty kind of weird though. I'm not saying he would, but maybe we'll see sometime, if you want," she said before releasing all of my restraints. "Maybe," I said, flexing and shaking my arms and legs. I knew anything was possible when I agreed to do the game, especially with all the people I knew that were close by. I was still rather horny as well, but I felt pretty satisfied for the moment. Remembering the last time I'd been at the Rayner's house, I quickly glanced around looking for a hidden camera, not noticing one though. I picked up my top, panties and shorts to put back on. Mr. Rayner showed his disappointment. Mr. Rayner looked at his wife with a pouty face, "It's a shame she has to put clothes on." "It is a shame, isn't it?" she said to her husband, playing along with his feigned disappointment. "Maybe she doesn't," she said to him, before looking at me hopefully. "Do you think she might be interested in staying?" Shaking my head at them, I said, "You guys are sillier than I've ever been in my life." She looked at me cutely, before sitting on the bed beside me. "Melissa, you really can spend the day with us, if you want." "Whatever do you mean?" feigning my ignorance of what I knew she meant. "You know what I mean, Miss Silly," nudging me as we smiled at each other. "Seriously, hon. Would you like to be a nudist with us ... at least for the rest of the day?" I looked back and forth between Mr. and Mrs. Rayner. I'd never done anything like this with the Walcotts or Thomases. Thinking more about it, this really was jumping neck deep into something I wasn't sure I ought to. "If my parents found out..." "I'll smooth it over with your parents," Mrs. Rayner promised. "They know the Walcott's and Thomases are nudists. We're not having an orgy or anything. It's just an afternoon of being outside naked, and enjoying each other's company." "There's no sex going on?" I asked with a very incredulous tone, looking at both of them standing there, Mr. Rayner's cock still coated with both our juices. "Well, not blatantly," Mr. Rayner said, chuckling. "What about Pastor Thomas and his wife?" "If they want to have sex together, we're not going to stop them," Mrs. Rayner said. Even she had to realize that was an obvious cop out. The pastor of the church we go to ... if we happen to go at all ... was out back mingling with everyone ... naked. Nobody had yet told me they were involved in all the sex games going on with the adults, much less what I saw going on with Julie on the deck. Mrs. Rayner knew I'd seen pictures involving the Walcotts, but she had to assume I knew nothing about our pastor and his wife. "With nobody else?" She looked at her husband and he just shrugged back. "I think you know by now not to be surprised at anything that might happen, don't you?" she asked me. "Yeah," I smirked, and then grinned at her. "So?" I tossed my clothes back onto the bed, stood up and said, "When in Rome..." "The Romans were pretty kinky," Mr. Rayner added, winking at me as we walked out of their bedroom. ------- When we got downstairs, I realized again that I needed to clean up at least a little bit. I was rather squishy sounding while walking, at least I felt squishy. "I need to..." "You do sound a little noisy down there," she grinned at me. "You go on to the bathroom and I'll let everyone know you're going to join us for the day. Just come on out when you're ready." I would've preferred I didn't go out there alone, but I went ahead into the bathroom. I'd been in there less than a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. "I'll be out in a minute," I said, sitting on the toilet letting Mr. Rayner's cum drain from me a little more. The door suddenly opened a crack. Fucking hell. I'd forgotten to lock the door. Being naked was one thing. I was already somewhat used to adults and kids my age seeing me naked, if not having sex. But, sitting on the toilet was a bit more personal for me, even if I wasn't peeing or pooing. "Can I come in for a moment?" It was Mrs. Thomas. Oh shit. I suddenly felt like I needed to poo. She came on in, not waiting for an answer. "Can we talk for a little bit?" "Um ... yeah." I said to my pastor's naked wife. I'm not sure I've ever felt so vulnerable in my life. Sitting on the toilet, an adult's cum was still dripping a little from my pussy, and my pastor's wife standing naked in the bathroom with me alone. Was she about to preach to me about my wicked ways? But then I remembered her offering her husband's cock to suck to a girl almost my age just a short time before. But again, she didn't know I knew that. I sat there on the toilet with my arms folded, covering my breasts. It seemed like the polite thing to do. Every time I'd seen her before, she was quite formal with the way she presented herself. I guessed that was just what she was used to from having to deal with people, being a pastor's wife. She was not shy, but she wasn't overly direct with people. She was always very pleasant though. She was a beautiful woman as well. She was in great shape, as was her husband. I'm sure many in our church had fantasies about seducing her. She seemed to attempt to try to get people to feel comfortable around her, and avoid ever appearing confrontational. She reminded me a lot of Mom in that way. Maybe that's partly why I felt pretty skittish sitting there in front of her. But again, I was also sitting naked on the toilet, with her just as naked. I had every reason to feel skittish. "Melissa, we've never had a real chance to talk much," she said after sitting on the edge of the tub directly in front of me. "No, ma'am." I figured I better be very polite. I didn't want my mom to get on me later if she found out I wasn't. "I'm sure you're somewhat shocked at ... well, what you've discovered about my husband and me." "It's not a big deal if you're nudists. Lots of people are..." I said, searching for something to say. I was coming up with nothing that didn't sound stupid. "That's true. A lot of people are nudists. But, not a lot are in the ministry." I figured I better just shut up and let her talk, and just say "yes, ma'am" and "no, ma'am". I was in over my head. I nodded. Then remembered my manners, "Yes, ma'am". She finally realized I was extremely nervous. "I hate barging in on you like this. I remember being your age, and what it was like when it comes to modesty. I mean, it's pretty rude of me to corner you like this ... on the toilet." I giggled, and so did she. The mood in the bathroom changed a little. She stood up, stepped in front of the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror, "If you need to finish up..." I took that as my cue to wipe myself good and discretely flush the toilet with Mr. Rayner's cum in it. I stood up and felt like I needed to pull my panties and shorts up, but then remembered that I was a nudist now. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. She slid over a little from the sink, "Here, you can wash up." At least I had something to do with my hands now other than standing there looking silly. After washing and drying my hands, and making sure my hair didn't look too wild, I stood there wondering what was next. "Can we talk for a few minutes away from the others?" "Sure. I mean, yes ma'am." She walked over to the toilet and put the lid down before sitting down herself. She was no longer between me and the door. I felt a little more at ease, figuring I could at least make an exit if I felt I had to. She looked at me more softly and said, "Relax, sweetie. You don't have to be so formal with me." "Okay," smiling for the first time since she'd walked in on me. "That's better," she smiled in return. "Sit down on the edge of the tub," she pointed to the spot in front of her where she had sat before. Now I had her cornered. She really did know how to make people feel more comfortable around her. She looked down at the floor for just a moment. She was obviously trying to carefully put together what she was going to say next. "You've learned a lot about my husband and me today." I nodded. "Being naked is very natural. We've enjoyed this lifestyle for years, even back to when we both were in college. It's actually how we met." "That's cool that you have something you enjoy together." "Yes, it's something we both enjoy a lot," she said. "But, we'd both be looking for other professions if anyone at the church found out. I think you know how big of a scandal that would likely be." "I promise I won't ever tell anyone." "I believe you. Most teenagers don't understand how secrets can really affect people, if they're not kept. Many adults don't either, or they just enjoy being malicious." "People can be real butt heads ... uh, sorry." She laughed, "Yes, they can be real ... assholes." My smile was huge. I almost laughed. "Dick heads even." she said. My mouth flew open at her language. "Even pastor's wives can have potty mouths sometimes," she poked my leg, grinning at me. I was feeling more comfortable with her. She'd put down the formal front, and was connecting with me. "There's something else a pastor's wife can have," she said. I looked at her curiously. She leaned closer to me and softly said, "A need to be wild ... sexy ... naughty." Was she about to seduce me? "Sometimes a pastor's wife needs to do things ... that a pastor's wife shouldn't." I continued looking at her. My curiosity had to be obvious. It seemed to give her a level of comfort to continue. "Sometimes we do things others would condemn us for. You know what I mean?" "I think so." "I know you do," she said. "I saw you, Melissa." What? "I saw you watching us ... spying earlier." Oh shit. Busted. "I'm sorry..." She put her hand on my leg, "I didn't see you until Julie was sucking Bradley's dick. I just happened to notice you at the corner of the house. Your eyes were staring straight at Julie and what she was doing." I bit my lip and felt guilty as hell for spying. "I need to know what you're thinking." "I'll never tell anyone," I sincerely said. "I promise." "I believe you. But, you do understand how what you saw could destroy me and my husband forever?" She looked like she was almost ready to cry. I put my hand over the one she still had on my leg. "I swear to you, I'll never tell anyone. Never." "You saw me being ... naughty." "Very," I said, feeling a little bolder. "Yes, very. Too naughty for my own good ... and my husband's." "Sometimes I am, too." I wondered if this was what a confessional was like. "So I've heard from Mrs. Clark." I blushed, "Then you know I'm no angel either." "There are definitely no angels here," she admitted. "Naughty doesn't necessarily make a person bad though. Only if naughty hurts people." "I like naughty," I said somewhat coyly, feeling turned on talking about this with her. She lowered her voice a little more, "I love naughty." Her other hand moved to my thigh and began lightly rubbing. "You were being naughty earlier, weren't you?" she asked. "I shouldn't have spied on you, but it was fun watching..." "No, not then," she said, looking toward the ceiling with her eyes for a moment before it dawned on me what she was referring to. "Oh crap," I softly muttered. She laughed. "You watched?!" I stated, my mouth hanging open. "I didn't just watch, sweetie. Somebody had to work the vibrator." "Shit!" I softly exclaimed. "You were so beautiful..." "Oh Gawd ... Opps, sorry." More laughter. "Did it feel good?" she excitedly asked. "Yeah, it felt great. Wow..." "I like a vibrator in my ass sometimes, but I prefer a hard cock more." "That was my first time." "I hope we can have some more first times together," she said, her hand sliding between my legs, touching my wet pussy. "I'd like that," opening my legs for her. "You are so pretty, Melissa." "I think ... you're beautiful." There was a knock at the door, "Melissa, are you still in there?" It was Mr. Rayner. "Yeah, I'll be out in a second." "We're out back," he said through the door. "Just come on out." Mrs. Thomas stood up with me. She moved her lips to mine and kissed me softly. It quickly became very passionate though. Her hands moved up and down my flanks, before sliding up to cup my small breasts. She then took my hands with hers, placing them over her larger breasts. She leaned in to kiss me again, holding me to her. "Maybe we can find some time to play together later," she offered. "I'd like that." "We'll have to be sneaky though," she said, conspiratorially. She hadn't mentioned her husband, but I knew he would figure into this eventually. Before we got to the door, I stopped and said, "Oh, umm ... about earlier, could I see the video of it sometime. It had to be pretty hot with you in it." I'd caught her off guard. "How do you know we were recording that?" I just smiled softly and shrugged, playing coy again. "You're going to be a lot of fun, missy." she said, accepting that I knew a lot more about things than she'd expected. The camaraderie developing between us was making me also like her even more. We left the bathroom. Mr. Rayner must've gone back outside. We walked together to the backdoor, much like she had done with her husband and Julie not too long ago. I was suddenly very jealous of Julie ... and that they'd likely had much more time to do things together. Along the way to the backdoor, she said, "By the way, you looked great in the video at the Clarks." I bit my bottom lip looking at her. Obviously, she knew more about me than I was aware of. ------- Walking out naked on the deck was just as embarrassing as I figured it'd be, even with Mrs. Thomas leading the way. Everyone else was naked, but they were all looking at me, especially the adults. I'd assumed they had all seen me naked in pictures or videos, but this was the first time I stood in front of most of them without clothes on. Mrs. Rayner whistled her appreciation, which did nothing but make me even more self-conscious. I felt like fresh meat being led to a slaughter. Mrs. Walcott tactfully said, "Stop it, Maggie. She's nervous enough." She was really good at keeping things comfortable for everyone. "She'll get over it," Mrs. Rayner said before standing and moving beside me, putting an arm around my waist. "I'd give anything to be her age again ... especially with what I know now." Mr. Walcott said to her, "God help your parents." Apparently, I wasn't the only one that recognized that Mrs. Rayner was more of a wild child than the rest of the adults. I didn't think any of them were nearly as spontaneous when it came to sex as Mrs. Rayner. While not necessarily the ringleader, I'm sure Mrs. Rayner kept things very interesting for everyone when they were all together like this. I debated getting in the hot tub or just laying out on the deck to get some sun. Pastor Thomas had leaned up to welcome me when I'd come out of the house, but was again sunning himself. I'd have to lie down beside him and Julie if I did the same. That I wasn't comfortable with, not yet anyway. Deciding that hanging out in the hot tub with the others was the best way to blend in with the crowd, I slipped in sitting next to Pam. Mike was sitting on her other side. The bubbles from the jets made it impossible to see anything going on below the surface, but with Mike and Pam not moving around much, I was certain their hands were very busy on each other. Penny announced that she was ready to get out and go inside for a while. Kari jumped out and followed her. Peter tagged along, too. I guess he was hoping they might want to play together with him inside. That left me in the hot tub feeling like the third wheel. Where was Sarah when I needed her? Oh, yeah ... being 'entertained' by Mom. "I think it's about time to get the grill started," Mr. Rayner stated. Mrs. Rayner added, "I better get things ready inside as well." Mrs. Walcott stood to join her. Her husband stood as well, but seemed to recognize he wasn't really needed for anything at the moment. He glanced our way, and then walked toward us. I knew this could get interesting, but I wasn't expecting much to happen with his son also in the hot tub. Mr. Walcott stepped down into the hot tub and said to me, "Mind if I join you? We seem to be the odd ones out right now." He was still standing so that his dangling cock and balls were about a foot or so from my face. What was I going to say to him? No? Did I really have a choice that wouldn't make me look rude or stupid? "Sure," I replied. He situated himself very close to me. Again, there had been no outwardly blatant sex or touching going on since I'd first discovered them. I didn't expect that to change with him beside me either. But I was really curious where this could go. He was an attractive man. He wasn't ripped or anything, but he was in good shape. I should feel lucky that he was interested in me enough to sit by me like he did, but all I felt was nervous. His son was right there. What do I even say to this teacher? "How's your summer going?" he asked, attempting to start a conversation. "I'm having fun, but ready for school to start back." "I remember missing my friends the most," he said. "The summer can seem so long after a few months." "If I was old enough to drive, it'd be different. I can't very well ride my bike everywhere." "You'll be old enough to drive soon enough. Then your parents will really keep track of you." "You mean it gets worse? Gawd." He chuckled, "Yeah, but it's just because they care. Just go with it. You'll have your fun." He was easier to talk to than I expected. "I guess I can't stay a kid forever, can I?" "You're definitely growing up ... in very nice ways." I glanced at Pam and Mike to see if they were listening. They seemed wrapped up in each other. "Thanks," I replied, shyly. "I wish I was a lot older though. I guess I'll wish the opposite when I get older." "I doubt it." I looked at him curiously, "Why?" "I have more fun now than ever. Teen years were a mess for me. They tend to be for most people. You've heard the saying, 'I wish I knew then what I know now?'" "You're the teacher. You should know everything. You must know a lot," I said, finally feeling a little bolder. "I've learned a lot, and I'm still learning." Acting coy, I asked, "How are you learning things? You just teach." "I learn by trying new things ... exploring," he said, placing his hand on my thigh. I cut my eyes toward Pam and Mike who were still lost in each other. He added, " ... by trial and error." I bit my bottom lip. "That's how I learn what I can get away with," his hand began rubbing, sliding closer to my pussy. "You can't discover new things without exploring." He definitely was bold, more so than Mr. Clark was with me at the beginning. But he obviously knew I would likely be open to playing with him. He turned toward me a little, but didn't get any closer. I'm sure it looked like we were just talking if anyone glanced our way. I didn't pull away from his hand either. I could have, and no one would've realized something was wrong. I'm sure his previous 'explorations' with others had taught him what my sitting still likely meant. "You should take the opportunities you have to explore new things..." He took my hand in his, moving it toward his lap. " ... especially while you're young and not tied down." My hand brushed his very hard cock, and he released it without making me touch him further. He was leaving things up to me. "You've got so much ahead of you. High school, college, dating, working, marriage..." My fingers wrapped around his shaft. I could feel the veins. He wasn't huge, but he was a handful for me. I said, "I suppose there is a lot for me to learn about." I began to slowly stroke his cock. It was so soft, yet so hard in my hand. I felt his fingers touch my breast. "You just have to feel your way ... the hands on approach." "Learn by doing? What if you don't know what you're doing?" I asked. "That's when you learn the most ... when you're making mistakes..." he said, and then pinched my nipple hard, causing me to wince in pain. He then added, "And trying things differently when you do." He began to more tenderly play with my aching nipple. He took a big chance pinching my nipple so hard. I'd almost screamed. But he was a hands-on kind of teacher. I liked that. I began working his cock with my hand the way I knew Jamie liked it. He got a faraway look to his eyes. I knew he was getting off on having a young teen girl jerking his cock while he played with her breast. I glanced toward Pam, but they still weren't paying us any attention. Still I turned a little more toward Mr. Walcott to block their view a little better, working my hand around his sizeable cock head. He grabbed my wrist to stop me, "You have to learn when to back off and let go of things too ... before they get out of control." I grinned at him big time. "Thanks for the advice," I lightly patted his shaft. "I guess it can be easy to make a real mess of things ... if you don't know when to stop something you're doing for the first time." "You've always been a smart student," he teased. Pam and Mike announced they were getting out of the hot tub for a while. Pam asked me to come inside with them. I stood up to go, while Mr. Walcott remained seated. I'd wondered if he would stand up with a hard-on, especially in front of his son. I had no idea how open he was about such things around his kids. I looked at Mr. Walcott and smiled knowingly, "It was fun talking to you." I looked down toward his lap, "I learned a lot." "I did too. You're an interesting person," his hand touched my calf, hidden by the bubbles. I think I'll sit here a few more minutes though," he said, winking at me when the others weren't looking. He made no pretense about not leering at my naked butt as I stepped out. "Very interesting," he quietly said. I gave him my best fake shocked look, before turning and following Pam and Mike inside. When we got inside, Mrs. Rayner was just getting off of the phone. She called me over to her, telling Pam I'd join them in a minute. "I just talked to your mom," Mrs. Rayner said. "Everything is fine for you to stay. Also, we're going to pitch some tents out back shortly. Everyone is going to be camping out here tonight. It's okay for you to stay." "Cool. I figured Mom would flip out, especially Daddy." "They're cool with it." "They're cool with me camping out ... naked ... with everyone?" "Melissa, it's not going to be an orgy," she stated. "We're just camping out naked." If I spent the night, I wondered if Sarah would stay over at my house. I assumed Jamie was there, but Mrs. Rayner had said Mom was entertaining her. "Are the Clarks going to be here?" I'd at least feel like I'd had a confidant if Mrs. Clark were here. I'd also have felt better with Sarah spending the night here, too. I could even find out what she knew about the Walcotts being nudists. "Colleen and Bob are out of town for the night." She paused before adding quietly, " ... with some friends." I'm sure I looked like a lost puppy. Camping out naked with all these adults? Including the church pastor and his wife? After what I'd already done today with some of them? Did my mom have any clue as to the shenanigans that could go on, and already had? Was I ready for something like this with all these people, some I'd barely been around that much other than to hang out with their kids? "Relax, hon. It really is just camping out. Well, camping out naked. But just camping. Okay?" I knew I had a silly look on my face as I nodded. I turned wide-eyed away from her to go join Pam and Mike upstairs. Just camping out? ------- Chapter 16 The sex that had gone on so far wasn't blatant. No one was doing things openly in front of everyone. Maybe this would be just camping as Mrs. Rayner said. I wasn't sure how much the Walcotts and Rayners' kids knew of what their parents did together. Penny was the only one that seemed to be deeply involved, but I honestly didn't know what all the Walcotts' kids were aware of. Pam obviously knew more than I did, but that wasn't news to me. With everyone together, the night could reveal a lot of things. Would any of them slip up and give away secrets about my parent's involvement? Kari was in Penny's room with her listening to music and talking. Peter was also in there, but he looked more like a third wheel. I suspected the girls wouldn't have minded if Peter got lost for a while. Penny and Kari were both sixteen. Having a boy almost four years younger hanging around probably wasn't their preference. Penny never seemed to mind having him around if something sexual was going on. He was Julie's age though. It would make more sense for him to hang out with her, but she was still sunning on the deck with Pastor and Mrs. Thomas. I wasn't a good option for him so far. I'd mainly been around the adults the little time I'd been there. Without Julie or me to readily hang out with, I was sure Peter was hoping something sexual would start between the three of them. I slipped on past Penny's room without being noticed. I found Mike and Pam in her room. They were making out on Pam's bed. Mike's erection was getting a lot of attention from Pam's hand as they kissed. I stood there and stared for a few moments before she noticed me. "Hey, chica. You just gonna watch?" "I figured I better wait for an invitation," I said, flouncing onto the bed next to Pam. Mike didn't even attempt to hide his hard cock from me. It's the first time he and I had been around each other naked like this. He wasn't quite the size of his father, but he was definitely a handful for Pam. If he and Pam weren't hooked, I'd have been after him. I suspected they were closer because of the whole nudist thing. With all I'd done with the Clarks, I suddenly felt like I'd just left a convent. I don't know why I felt so out of place. I was off my game. These people were way more experienced than I was. I was still uncertain what, if any, rules there were for this camping out thing. It was pretty clear that nothing was to be blatant, which to me meant you didn't just start having sex in front of everyone. But here was Pam stroking Mike's shaft with her bedroom door open. But, it was only us kids upstairs, at least for the moment. Pam looked at me and asked, "Surprised?" Which surprise was Pam referring to? I'd been surprised by quite a few things since I'd gotten to her house. Hell, the whole damn day had been a surprise for me. "Well, duh." I looked back and forth between them. I wanted to ask Pam what she knew about all of this, and for how long she knew. I couldn't very well do that with Mike here with us though. Pam seemed to recognize that the two of us needed to talk. Looking at Mike, she stated, "Go get us ladies something to drink." "Do I look like the waiter?" "Yes, you do. Now hurry along, Jeeves." "Jeeves? Oh, you'll pay for that, Pam." "Oh, you know you'll get a reward for being a good servant," Pam replied. "My homie and I need to talk for a few minutes ... alone. And, I'm thirsty. So chop chop." "Don't do anything before I get back," he said expectantly. I cut my eyes at him. I didn't like him thinking I was going to be that easy. Pam smacked his butt before he left, telling him, "We're just gonna talk. So, don't hurry back." I teasingly said, "Yeah, we'll let you know when you're needed again, mister." He didn't seem at all concerned that he still had an erection. I wondered if it would go soft before he got downstairs around the others. After Mike left the room, Pam looked at me, "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before." "What the fuck! You didn't think I should know that the Walcotts liked to run around naked? And our pastor and his wife?" "I was sworn to secrecy," Pam claimed. "I don't break promises." I wanted to yell at her. She was supposed to be one of my best friends! She knew about Jamie and me. Why couldn't she trust me with knowing about this? Pam could see my frustration, "I really am sorry. I wanted to tell you, but then you'd have never trusted me with our secrets." If she had told me about all of this, could I ever have trusted her with not telling others about our secrets? "Fucking hell! Ugggh!" I let out a big sigh. "Isn't it pretty wild though?" she grinned at me. "How long have you known?" "For years." "For years?!" I incredulously exclaimed. "Since I was probably like nine. My parents like to go to nudist campgrounds with them sometimes." "And you go with them?" "So do Penny and Peter." I stared off disbelievingly. How hadn't I ever found out about this?! "Does Sarah know?" "I don't think so, but Jamie does." My mouth dropped open. I collapsed onto my back and looked up at the ceiling, shaking my head in utter amazement. My own brother knew about all of this and never once hinted anything to me about it. At least Sarah didn't know. She was going to be just as pissed as I was too, especially at Jamie for not telling her. "Oh, and you can't tell Sarah," she said after leaning over me. "Seriously?" "Uh huh," she replied. "You just can't. You need to let one of them tell her." "She's our best friend!" I said to Pam, before remembering that I was supposed to be one of her best friends. "I don't like not telling her, like I didn't tell you, but it's important." I remembered what Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Thomas had told me earlier. Pam was right. These secrets were dangerous, as well as being a pain in the ass. "Someone needs to tell her," I seriously said. "She can be trusted." "I know, but I can't just tell them that it's time to tell Sarah." I could, and would. I knew from the video that Sarah had done things with the Mr. and Mrs. Walcott. I'd figure a way to let them know it was time Sarah knew as well. She may already know. She'd already kept things from me about the Walcotts from at least as far back as last summer. She'd also said Jamie knew. How'd he find out? How long had he known? Was he included in all this as well? I couldn't recall him ever going 'camping' with anyone, but it was possible. Would my parents let him do that? Fuck! Did they all go camping together with the others while I was left behind at my grandparents or something?! "Earth to Mel." "Jesus, Pam." "A lot to think about, huh?" "I can't believe I didn't know before now." "Yeah, but now you know for sure I haven't told anyone our secrets." "Yeah, I guess." "I guess nothing, you little bitch," she said, tickling me. I sighed again when she stopped, still staring up at the ceiling. There was so much to digest. She asked, "Are we still cool?" "Yeah, we're cool ... but Gawd!" "You'll get used to it. It'll be a fun night," she said, with a knowing smile. "With everyone's parents here?" I asked, very curious how she would answer. "Sure, but it's not like we'll do sex stuff in front of them or anything. We'll have our own tents to 'sleep' in." "I'm sure there will be a lot of 'sleeping' going on. Speaking of 'sleeping' ... are you cool with other girls ... you know... 'sleeping' with Mike?" "I guess. I don't plan to not 'sleep' with other guys. So, I won't bitch if he does." I sat up and looked closely at her. "So ... if something happens between him and me..." "It's cool. Just don't..." "I won't go after him, but if he starts something with me..." "That's okay." Like dorks, we shook hands on it. Still, it was frustrating that my friends and family were keeping so much from me. Jamie wasn't going to get off as easily as Pam had. Mike came back into the bedroom with cans of soda for us. His cock wasn't hard anymore, but it wasn't completely wilted either. I wondered if it had gone soft on its own, or if one of the adults had assisted while he was downstairs. I'd already been sexually involved with a number of them since I'd arrived. Mike climbed on the bed in front of us. "Did you girls have fun without me?" Looking at Pam, I sarcastically replied, "Yes, we had wild crazy lesbianic sex while you were downstairs. We'd have won a pornie award for most outstanding girlie sex!" Pam giggled, "He just doesn't want to miss out on any of the action." "I doubt he could keep up with the two of us," I teased. Mike looked puzzled, "There's no such thing as a pornie award." Guys can be so dorky sometimes, even the cute ones. "He does pretty good," she replied, reaching over to fondle his quickly hardening dick. I watched as she began stroking him. It only took a few moments before he was stiff as a board. Pam let go of Mike and turned toward me, reaching to touch my breast. Mike just watched. He knew we were going to put on a show for him. She looked at Mike and said, "Do you like her tits?" "Yeah," Mike replied. He was now grasping and pulling on his cock. "I like playing with ... and sucking her hard nipples." Pam gently squeezed one. "We've done it a lot," she told him. "Do you want to watch?" Mike more or less grunted that he did. Pam leaned into me so she could take the nipple she'd been playing with into her mouth. She was making a show out of sucking and licking it. Mike certainly seemed to enjoy the view. I was definitely enjoying her touches. He sat there and stared intently, stroking his dick as his girlfriend played with my body. Pam pushed me onto my back before pulling on my legs so my knees were bent and spread further apart. My pussy was again obscenely exposed. This was becoming a natural position for me. I wondered if either of them could tell I'd been fucked several times already that day. "Do you like her little pussy?" Mike didn't say anything. His eyes were glued to my cunt. "I like putting my tongue inside it," Pam teased him. "Do you want to watch?" He just nodded, still stroking his stiff prick. It was like a spell had been cast over him. Were guys really this easy to control? Pam leaned down and flicked her tongue across my clit. She then used her fingers to spread me open further. Mike seemed to be in a trance as his eyes were locked on what she was doing to my pussy. She then slithered across my body into a sixty-nine position. I couldn't see Mike anymore with Pam's butt blocking my view. I did feel the bed shake as Mike moved closer to us. Pam resumed licking and sucking my clit. A finger began exploring inside me as well. It felt like it was Mike's. I wasn't sure I liked being his entertainment, but I was getting off from Pam's attention to my clit. I wondered if he would eventually replace his finger with his cock. I still wasn't certain if Pam would let him do that or not. Moments later Mike moved behind Pam so that his cock and balls were right over my face, just inches from her pussy and my mouth. He rubbed the head of it along her slit and then up and down the crack of her butt. Pam continued flicking my clit with her soft wet tongue. It felt great, but it was hard to concentrate and get off on what she was doing with Mike straddling my head. Mike looked down at me expectantly. I knew what he wanted to see. I began licking along Pam's very wet pussy. Mike took advantage of my being trapped like I was by slipping his cock lower so I was licking just below the head as well, just along that special spot that guys seemed to really like. I was getting past feeling like I was just his entertainment. I wanted to suck his cock. I moved my head so I could lick along his shaft a little more. He took the opportunity to slip his dick between my lips, sliding over half of it inside my mouth. With my head tilted back like it was, it seemed easier to take a lot of it without feeling like I was going to gag. He began to alternate slipping his cock inside Pam a little before sliding it back inside my mouth. He was teasing both of us. Pam was ready for more though. Her voice was demanding, "Fuck the hell out of me, Mike!" "Yes, ma'am," he replied, shoving the full length of his shaft deep inside her. I went back to working on her clit as best I could. Mike's balls were rubbing my nose as I focused on licking where they were joined together. With all the bouncing around, I had to hold onto Pam tightly to keep my tongue close to her. They were both grunting and moaning as they fucked. I remembered the door was still open, and wondered if we might draw an audience. With the intensity of Mike's thrusts, it didn't take very long for him to spurt his cum inside Pam. He'd been thrusting into her with long hard strokes. I knew he wouldn't last long the way he was reacting. When he came, he held his cock deep inside her. I did my best to get Pam off with my tongue. Based on Mike's reaction, it worked, too. "Jesus, Pam. You're squeezing my cock off!" Pam could only wail as I furiously licked her clit. I held onto her tightly as she began grinding against my mouth with Mike still embedded inside her. Mike finally relaxed and let his cock slide out of her. His semen came out as well, running down onto my face. A whole lot of it! I closed my eyes to keep any from getting into them. His wet cock drooped down against my face as well, coating me with both their juices even more. I was still pinned under Pam, and she seemed to enjoy my predicament as well, pushing her pussy down against my face even more. "Fucking hell, Mike. You must not have come all week! Where do you keep all that stuff?" I protested. I felt like several guys had jerked off on my head. "He does cum a lot, doesn't he?" "I need a frickin' bath now!" I complained. Pam kept me trapped beneath her. Mike began using my face to wipe his cock off. "You'll pay for that, buster!" I warned, still keeping my eyes closed. Pam got off my face sat next to me. I sat up, but I was still afraid to open my eyes with his cum still all around them. I heard laughter in the room. It didn't surprise me that we'd drawn an audience. I knew I looked really silly. "Somebody get me a wash cloth!" Someone finally handed me something wet to wipe my face off with. As soon as I could open my eyes, I noticed that all of the kids were in the room with me. They were enjoying my predicament. I think I heard every cum rag joke ever invented. Penny and Kari seemed the most sympathetic, but they were enjoying my dilemma just like the rest. Kari said, "Quit making fun of her." Her laughing while saying it though didn't really endear her to me. She did sit down beside me when the others left the room. We'd never been particularly close. "Don't let them get to you," Kari said. "I thought you looked pretty hot." "With cum all over my face?" "Yeah, I like it myself," she claimed. "I like for guys to cum on me." She wiped a little from a spot on the side of my face, and slipped her finger into her mouth, "I like tasting it, too." "Mike's?" "Sure, and others', too," she said, leaning over to give me a quick kiss. "You're cute with cum on you. If you want sometime, we can hang out together with some of my friends." She smiled and jumped off the bed to go join the others. I wasn't so sure I'd ever want to hang out with Kari, not if this was something she liked doing with her friends. Having guys cum all over my face was not ever going to be on my 'to do' list. ------- I went to the upstairs bathroom to wash my face off better. I didn't want to smell like a cum factory around everyone. Looking into the mirror, I noticed some of Mike's cum was in my hair as well. Fucking hell. After doing my best to clean myself up so I didn't look like I'd been used as a jerkoff rag, I went back downstairs to join the others. Walking back out on the deck, I was stunned at who I saw. It was my dear brother Jamie! He was talking with Pam and Mike like he totally belonged here. What the fuck was he doing here? I quickly glanced around looking for Sarah, but then remembered that Sarah didn't know about the nudist thing. But, where was she if she wasn't here? I stared intently at Jamie as I marched over to him. He saw me coming too, and from the look on his face, he knew I wasn't happy. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him off the deck and out into the yard so I could talk to him where the others couldn't easily overhear. I punched his shoulder while quietly demanding, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me about this!" "I couldn't tell you!" he exclaimed, trying not to yell at me. I punch his shoulder again, "You knew about this for a long time, but didn't think you could tell me? Another punch, "Even after sucking your cock all those times!" I hit him harder, "You couldn't tell your sister..." Jamie grabbed my arm to keep me from hitting him again, "I'm sorry. Look, I'd have told you if I hadn't promised everyone I wouldn't. Everyone could get into a shit load of trouble with their jobs and stuff if people found out." "Damn it, Jamie. I'm your fucking sister. I just let you fuck me earlier today. You didn't think you could trust me? For fucks sake, our secret is just as dangerous as theirs!" "I know! But, I've never told anyone about us either." "That doesn't make any sense. You've got as much to lose as I do with our secret! Telling me about ... this ... wouldn't have hurt anyone!" I wasn't sure I was making any sense, but I didn't care. I was mad. "Look, Mel. I also have secrets with other people. Telling secrets about others just because you share a secret together is dangerous." I took quick note of his admission to having other secrets. "So, how long have you known?" "A few years." "A fucking few years?!" I punched him again with my other hand. "Jesus, Mel. Stop hitting me!" "How did you find out?" "I can't say." I growled at him, clenching both my fists, "Okay then, so what are you doing here. Where is Sarah?" "The Clarks came by to see Mom and Dad. They were getting ready to take Sarah to her grandparents for the night." "And you told Mom and Daddy you were coming here ... to hang out NAKED with everyone?" "Mom and Dad know they're nudists," he said. "It doesn't bother them." "Seriously?!" "I've gone camping with the Walcotts before. Mom and Dad really don't have any problems with it. They've gone camping with them, too." "What the fuck! Where was I during all of this?!" I punched his shoulder again really hard. "You were staying with Grandma and Grandpa most of the times." "Have I got this right? You, Jamie, went camping with Mom and Daddy, our parents, to a nudist campground with another family ... and no one thought anything about me ... except to get me out of the way?!" Jamie glanced toward the deck. Mrs. Rayner was walking over toward us. I looked at him sternly, and quietly growled, "This isn't over, dear brother." "You two okay over here?" Mrs. Rayner asked. Jamie replied for us, "Yeah, we're just talking." "Then I'd hate to see you two fighting." Mrs. Rayner looked at me, "Don't be mad at your brother." "I'm not mad ... I just..." "I'd also hate to see you when you're mad, dear." she laughed, putting her arm around me. I couldn't help but smile a little. She looked at Jamie and stated, "You make a great punching bag." I blushed, but this wasn't over with as far as I was concerned. Not by a long shot. However, I should've known I was making a scene and others would notice. Mrs. Rayner leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Now that you know. Let's just have fun." She hugged me with her arm before leading me back toward the deck. I looked back at Jamie again. I think he knew I was still very pissed off, but I let it go ... for the time being at least. ------- The men had been setting up the tents while I was upstairs. There were five tents in all, one for each adult couple, one for the boys, and one for us girls. The tents for the adults were on one side of the yard, while the two for us kids were on the other. The entrances of our tents were situated to face the adults. Chairs were setup in the middle of the yard between the tents. All we were missing was a campfire, but that wasn't practical in a backyard like this. When everything was ready for supper, the adults ate at the table on the deck while the rest of us sat and ate in front of the tents. Peter showed his age by putting his cock in a bun and sticking it in my face. I almost bit it, but didn't want to create a scene. Penny did put a little mayo on his cock and sucked it for a few seconds to show off in front of Kari. I was beginning to feel like the mature one out of all of us. Again, nothing was done blatantly for everyone to watch, but everyone seemed to be taking advantage of little opportunities to touch or do things to each other. Things were done sneakily, much like the blowjob Julie and Mrs. Thomas gave her husband earlier. As it got later into the evening, I knew that the darkness would create more opportunities for things to happen. Jamie was hanging close to Penny and Kari. He was staying clear of me. He's smarter than he looks sometimes. Peter all of a sudden seemed to be a little smitten with me. No matter where I was during the evening, he wasn't too far away. The only other time he and I had been together naked like this was the afternoon I caught Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner spying on us in this very same backyard. He had fucked Penny and Pam that afternoon. I'd sucked his cock on the deck for Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner to take pictures of from inside the house. Speaking of, I made a mental note to ask Mrs. Clark if I could see all of those pictures and videos sometime. I suspected Peter was hoping for a chance to fuck me sometime during the night. I wasn't all that crazy about him though. I'd prefer it be Mike or his dad if I were going to fuck anyone new. Even Pastor Thomas was more appealing, although that would just seem too weird. After all I'd done, I wondered why I thought anything was weird, but I did. I also still wasn't certain how Pam would feel about me being with Mike. She'd said she'd be cool with it, but I wondered. She'd not seemed overly possessive of him so far. I still wasn't convinced that she would like me fucking him. As for Jamie, I wasn't sure I'd ever let him fuck me again. I looked at Peter again and sighed. I was getting a little depressed. My thoughts wandered back to Sarah. Watching Penny and Kari flirting with Jamie bothered me. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about it. It would bother me to know my naked boyfriend was getting a lot of attention from two older naked teen chicks. Penny and Kari were both pretty. Being older, they were also more developed as well. They both knew it, too. I started to feel like I should do some cock blocking for my best friend. I couldn't really blame Jamie though. He'd already been with Penny, and I suspected he'd already had sex with Kari also. I decided I couldn't be Jamie's chaperone though. Plus, I was still really mad at him. The more I looked at him, the angrier I got. Anyway, it wasn't like Sarah would be an angel when Jamie wasn't around. I even wondered if Sarah actually went to her grandparents, or if she'd ended up staying with my parents for the night instead. I wouldn't put it past the Clarks to pull off something like that. For all I knew, Jamie would even go along with it. This would be the perfect night to pull off something like that ... with me out of the house. I considered sneaking off and going home to see if she was there, but I doubted I could pull it off without getting discovered missing, or caught by my parents. If they were downstairs, I might be able to spot Sarah without having to sneak into the house. I decided to just see how the rest of the night went, and if an opportunity presented itself. The problem was that I was naked, and would need to get dressed without anyone noticing. ------- After supper was over, the men spent most of their time sitting on the deck or in the hot tub. The ladies were mostly in the house helping Mrs. Rayner clean up, but that was more of an excuse for them to gossip without the men around. Or were some of them making out with each other in the house? Cleaning up couldn't take that long. Lanterns and tiki torches had been setup out in the yard in front of the tents. As it got darker, the men had drifted to the chairs around them. They were getting even more buzzed than before, and their talk got more and more risqué as well. I kept watching Pastor Thomas and his wife, curious just how much sinning they would do. All of this was so out of character for them, or at least what I'd always thought of them. Obviously they had a side to them that was the polar opposite of the impression those in our church had of them. Pastor Thomas looked and acted just like one of the guys while they sat around bullshitting with each other. Mrs. Thomas was just one of the girls around the other women as they gossiped in the kitchen. You'd never guess they were the leaders of a church. I'd not forgotten what Pam's sister had told her about the good pastor and her mom. But I was never sure if that wasn't just something Penny had made up. I was so intrigued by them and their involvement in all of this, especially by the pastor's wife. I was also rather enamored with Mrs. Thomas. She had the best of all worlds. She was prim and proper around others, respected by the community. But she wasn't afraid to get naughty like everyone else, if not naughtier when she had the chance. She carried herself so well. Her body was elegant and sexy. Her face and smile were addictive. If I were Mrs. Thomas' age, I'd want her to be my friend. Even not being her age, I wanted to hang out with her, but I was still also intimidated by her. I couldn't quite completely shake the old image I had of her. That old image still made me apprehensive. I kept waiting for her to smack me around with a bible. All of the adults began to drink more during the evening. They were getting more than a little buzzed, and much more open about flirting and touching each other. But, they still tried to keep things from getting too blatant. We kids were playing grab ass with each other as well when out of sight of the adults, especially while inside or hidden behind a tent. I knew the night would get wilder when everyone settled in. I had no illusion that the boys would stay alone in their tent either. A few of the adults were smoking some weed as well, trying to hide it from us kids. Penny spotted it right away and I overheard her joking with Kari about maybe getting a joint for them to smoke together later on. Beer and wine were plentiful. I figured it was just a matter of time before some of it came up missing and showed up in our tents. I still felt somewhat out of place. After all I was the new kid in all of this. My closest friend was preoccupied with her boyfriend. Julie and I really weren't that close as friends. She also came across to me now as being more experienced, which she obviously was when it came to being a nudist. That made me feel awkward around her. Penny and Kari seemed almost inseparable, and Jamie was usually not far from them. He was avoiding me as well. But I wasn't being completely ignored. Peter was constantly waging his tail at me, ready to hump my leg if I'd let him. If it weren't for him always on my heels, I'd have definitely slipped off and gone home, but he was always right there with me. The sun had completely set when I spotted Mr. Walcott walking from the yard onto the deck to get into the hot tub. I didn't feel like hanging out with the women. They wouldn't talk openly around me anyway. So, I decided to go join Mr. Walcott, figuring that would also likely cause Peter to find someone else to shadow for a while. "Here we are again," he said as I stepped down into the water. "Is class back in session?" "No classes for me during the summer. But I'm available for tutoring." He had a pretty good buzz going. We were rather secluded from the others in the yard. They wouldn't be able to see us unless we stood up. We wouldn't be seen unless someone came onto the deck. I was very curious how far Mr. Walcott would try to take things with me while no one was right there watching us. We'd be easily caught if one of the ladies came out of the house, or looked out a window. I sat down in the tub a few feet away from him. That lasted only a few seconds before he slid over closer to me. "It's easier for us to talk over the noise if we're sitting closer." The jets from the tub weren't that loud. I guess a lame excuse is better than none. "Are you shocked?" he asked, looking out toward the others in the yard. "Very." "Being naked around others takes a little getting used to at first." "I can't imagine running around naked with my parents," I said. "Your kids really don't mind doing this?" "They're used to it. It's a little harder for girls when they first begin maturing. It's an awkward age with a lot of body changes going on." "You don't mind your daughters being around others though?" "No more than I mind them being around others with a bikini on. In fact, I feel more comfortable when they're naked at a campground around other nudists than anywhere else. Being a nudist doesn't mean you're advertising for sex. After a while, you tend to not even think about everyone being naked." He had a good point. I'd become quite comfortable with being naked around everyone after a few hours. However, the sexual tension between everyone was quite apparent just the same. Being naked made it a whole lot more convenient for hidden gropes of bare flesh. It was probably different at the places they went for camping though. "Don't you worry about ... you know ... getting an erection?" "Not really. If it happens, it happens. It's natural." "So you're standing there talking to a lady, and you get a hard-on, and everyone is cool with that?" He chuckled, "Well, it's not likely to happen like that, unless you're talking about sex or really flirting with each other." I was intrigued with the idea of being a nudist. It seemed so naughty being naked around everyone, but I also understood his point about it being very natural. "Maybe you'd like to go camping with us sometime?" "I seriously doubt my parents would let me," I said, playing ignorant. I was sure he wasn't aware I knew about my parents and Jamie already camping out with them in the past. "Jamie told me earlier that he told you about him and your parents camping with us." Damn that Jamie! Apparently he could see my frustration with my brother, "I know you're discovering a lot of things today. I guess you probably feel like you really don't even know the people that are closest to you." "No shit," I said, showing more of my frustration before catching myself. "Sorry." He laughed, "It's okay, Melissa. I completely understand how it feels to get blindsided." He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, "You're at a tough age. For years, your parents have hidden things about themselves that you just weren't old enough to really deal with. Terri and I brought our kids up as nudists. Your parents enjoy the idea, but weren't as comfortable with exposing you and Jamie until you were old enough ... if even then. You sort of stumbled into it today." I wasn't sure if Mrs. Thomas had told him I'd discovered it by spying on them earlier that day. I figured it would be better to just keep my mouth shut about all of that. "I thought I knew my parents..." "We all think we know our parents. We see only the things they let us see ... or we see by accident. It's the same with friends as well. We only know the things we can actually see. We all have things we hide from others for our own reasons. Bradley Thomas is hurting no one by being a nudist. The body is a creation of the very God his church worships. Yet those same worshipers would replace him in a heartbeat if they found out he was hanging out naked with people." Yeah, and they'd toss his butt, too, if they knew he was fucking Mrs. Rayner and getting blowjobs from young teen chicks. But then, no one was being forced to do anything. So far, I hadn't been. I'm sure many would take a different view of things though. "My parents were naked around your kids?" "Sure." "They don't go naked around the house," I said. "That might change." Whoa. He then added, "They likely won't though unless you and Jamie are comfortable with the idea." Hang out with my daddy naked? I've seen him naked. I've seen him doing sex stuff with Mom while I spied on them. But sit around naked? "I'm sure you'll have a discussion about it now." I wasn't so sure about that. My mom seemed to do anything but talk about this kind of thing with me. Hell, a man I really only knew as the father of friends I hung out with occasionally, was having a more open discussion about my family with me than my parents ever had. Yeah, he had been one of my teachers, but we certainly didn't talk about hanging out naked with your parents in his classroom. "I doubt it," I replied. "Mom never said anything about this before. She let Mrs. Rayner tell me about the nudist thing when I got here." "Well, you wouldn't have known about us even now ... if you hadn't spied on us." Now I was pissed off at Mrs. Thomas. I never figured her to be a rat. What a shame, cause I really liked her. "Bradley told us that his wife spotted you." Scratch that. Mrs. Thomas was still cool. The good pastor was on my shit list instead. "I didn't mean to spy. I just thought Pam might be back here is all. Instead..." He chuckled, "I think the Rayners put a padlock on the side gate a little while ago." Even in the darkness, he could tell I was blushing. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you joined the party," he said, his hand wandering beneath the surface of the water to caress my breast. I reached into his lap and found his hard cock. "I can tell," I said, grinning as I looked into his face. We both glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. I wondered if anyone might be watching from the house. Mr. Walcott put an arm under my thighs, lifted me up, and put me down so that I was sitting crossways on his lap. His hard cock was against my thigh. One hand was alternating between both of my breasts, while his other rubbed my back or played with my ass. Unless someone came up onto the deck, nobody could really see us that well. I eventually turned to face him, straddling him so that his cock was pressing against my pussy. He glanced around again before leaning to suck on each of my nipples. He lifted his head and our lips touched. His tongue found mine, and we kissed deeply for a short time. His hands were on my butt cheeks, pulling me tighter against his hard prick. "Do you mind if I put it inside you?" "You don't mind if I'm a virgin?" "You're not," he stated. "How do you know?" "Teachers know everything," he smiled. "You can fuck me if you tell me how you know." "I've seen pictures." I squirmed against his cock, "Just pictures?" "And a video." I leaned into him with my hard nipples pressing into his chest, grinding more intently against his cock. I said into his ear, "With me blindfolded?" "Yes." Amazing what you can get from a guy dying to fuck you. "Fuck me," I said, lifting up so his cock was at my opening, I sat down, letting his cock slide deep inside me. I slowly rode him while he sucked on my nipples. His hands on my butt felt incredible. He had a nice ridge on the head of his cock that rubbed so good inside my pussy. I squeezed his cock each time he was deep inside me. I quickly moved off of him at one point when Mrs. Thomas came out of the house, and walked across the deck. She just winked at us and went on to join the other adults in front of the tents. Mr. Walcott quickly pulled me back to his lap and was back inside me. He began sucking and biting my neck. We both were really into it, but I was a little worried that he would leave marks the others would notice. Because of that, I pulled back from him some, but he pulled me to him again into a deep kiss, pushing up into me even harder. Our tongues were in each other's mouths when I started cumming hard, squeezing his cock tightly. I think the pressure I put on it caused him to lose control as well. He began thrusting quickly up into me while holding my hips with his hands. If his mouth wasn't over mine, I'm sure everyone would've heard me moaning ... maybe him as well. He pushed hard one last time and held himself deep inside me. His cock was jerking inside me so nicely. I knew he was unloading a whole lot of cum. As his orgasm subsided, he was breathing hard from all his exertions. He had a good workout from fucking me. "You okay?" I asked. "More than okay. I've been wanting to do that since..." "This afternoon?" I asked. "Since I first saw the pictures and video of you and Bob." "Jealous that he beat you to me?" "Very." His hands were gliding up and down my sides, his eyes moving with them. I loved the way he was looking at me. He was still inside me, too, which felt great. "No one took any pictures or videos of us," I said. "Maybe we can fix that sometime?" "Maybe," I answered, smiling at him. "You make great pictures. You're a beautiful girl. Your body is so slim and sexy. Your tits are perfect." "I barely have any tits." "Melissa, they're perfect on you." I blushed profusely. Even in the hot water he knew I was blushing. "You have the perfect body ... for you." I hugged him tightly. I climbed off of his lap and stepped out of the hot tub. Mr. Walcott got himself composed before getting out as well. And I needed to get cleaned up again. I'd been fucked quite a bit that day. I wondered if I would be dripping cum everywhere all night. It was time to head to the bathroom yet again. ------- I sat on the toilet draining cum from my pussy ... again. Maybe it was easier to just let guys cum all over my face. It did give me a little time to reflect on my most recent fuck. After wiping myself good, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror fixing my hair. When I felt like I was as presentable as I was going to be, I just stood there a little longer staring at myself. I thought about how I had been excited about the idea of freely having sex without the worry of getting preggers. I remembered thinking how I could be a slut, but then I'd be known as a slut. I'd fucked at least one boy and two men earlier. I'd been blindfolded when one of them fucked me, while his wife and the nice church lady used my body as well. I was a slut, but I was enjoying it. My pussy tingled at the thought of doing even more. The night was still young, too. What happened to me taking this slow? What would my parents think if they knew? Would it even bother them? Would they be anxious to see the highlights of it instead? Film at eleven? How fucked up is all of this? Oh well, in for a penny... A knock at the door caused me to shake my head in disgust. A girl can't spend a few moments alone in the bathroom? Everyone was always knocking to get inside! At least I'd remembered to lock it this time. I ran my hands through my hair quickly and opened the door. "I need to talk to you," Jamie said, pushing his way into the bathroom with me, closing the door behind him. "What the fuck do you want?" "I need you to keep what happens tonight a secret?" I cocked my head and glared at him. "I'm serious, Mel. I don't want Sarah..." "Wait a second. You want me to keep this a secret? You, who's been keeping what's going on here a secret from me for years?!" I punched his shoulder again. "Damn it, Mel. That hurts!" "It's supposed to hurt. Like you keeping secrets from me!" I hit him extra hard this time. "You were too young..." I interrupted, "Don't you fucking say I'm too young to know stuff! If you can put your cock in me, I'm fucking old enough to know anything going on with my family that involves ... being naked!" "You're not too young now..." "The hell I'm not! At least everyone still thinks I am! If I hadn't discovered all of this by accident, I'd still be 'too young' to know!" There was another knock at the door. "Who is it?!" I half yelled. "I hate to interrupt, but the other bathrooms are occupied," Mrs. Thomas politely stated through the door. Giving Jamie my best angry look, I moved to open the door. "We're through in here," I said rather curtly to Mrs. Thomas, while sternly staring at Jamie. I then cringed at how that probably came across to her. She'd been nothing but polite and nice to me. This was so not like me around other adults. It was obvious to Mrs. Thomas that I was mad at Jamie though. She'd likely seen our heated exchange earlier. He slipped out the door around me to quickly get away. I started to follow after him when she put her hand on my arm. "Can we talk a moment?" Oh shit. I stood there figuring she'd go ahead and use the bathroom while I waited outside. Instead, she pulled me inside with her. I braced myself for a scolding of biblical proportions. She moved to the other end of the bathroom. I was between her and the door again. I figured she was letting me know she wasn't trying to corner me. I leaned against the door ready to make a hasty exit if I felt like I needed to though. "You're not having such a good time, are you?" "It's not that I'm not having a good time. I'm just ... well..." "Pissed off at your brother?" God it was so strange to hear this woman cussing. "I guess I'm always a little bit ... you know." "I know. I also have a brother," she informed me. "He's four years older than I am. He also got to do a lot of things I couldn't do when we were younger ... because he was older." I pursed my lips. I needed no more reminders that I was the 'baby' of my family. I couldn't unleash on her like I'd done with Jamie though. She at least could sympathize with my plight. I moved from the door and leaned against the counter. I couldn't talk and look at her. She still intimidated me a little. "I hate being the baby of the family." She stepped over in front of me, turning to face me, "We younger sisters have to look out for each other. I'm the baby in my family, too." "I guess you know what it's like then." "I know exactly what it's like. I remember being so mad at the world for being cursed like that. My older brother and sisters were off doing stuff while I sat at home." "Yeah." "Melissa, it does change as you get older. Being the baby won't matter like it does now. In fact, it becomes an advantage later on." "How?" "You'll likely be the last to graduate, go to a prom, move out of the house or go off to college, to get married, and other things. It will be a very special time for your parents with it being their last child ... and for you as well. Trust me, you'll see what I mean." I sighed deeply. She put her hand on my cheek. "I know your pain," she said. "But don't let all that ruin you having a good time. You can be mad as hell at Jamie all night, but it's hard to have fun when you're angry. Trust me." She pulled me to her and hugged me. It wasn't meant to be sexual, but her very sexy breasts against mine were overwhelming me all the same. I wrapped my arms around her, laying my head against her, enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. "Promise me you'll have a good time tonight. Other things will sort themselves out in due time," she said. She pulled back and looked at me, "Okay?" She knew just what to say to diffuse an awkward situation. I could see why she made a great pastor's wife. I was still having trouble reconciling the swinging and nudist thing though. She was more eloquent and formal than the other women, probably because of being a pastor's wife. She had to be. But she was a very sexual person beneath that. I wondered just what she'd been like when she was my age. She just seemed to be able to relate to me in such a natural way when we'd had moments to talk. I was hoping we could find time to talk together sometime soon, even though I wasn't always comfortable approaching her. In other words, I was totally smitten with her. ------- We joined everyone out in the yard. That's where the party seemed to be now. It would've been cool to have a campfire. Maybe I should go nude camping with the Walcotts sometime. As the night wore on Mr. Rayner suggested some party games. Mr. Walcott suggested a drinking game, but his wife reminded him that the kids couldn't join in that type of a game. Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Thomas suggested they pick something everyone could do. Mrs. Rayner finally suggested we play Twister. Twister? Naked? It didn't surprise me that Mrs. Rayner was the one to think of that game first. She ran into the house and came back out minutes later with the plastic mat and the spinner. I'd never played the game, but had heard about it. I knew this could quickly get very interesting with everyone naked. It wasn't too long before adults and kids were twisted into all sorts of weird positions together on the mat. As people collapsed on each other, many took liberties to touch each other intimately before untangling. In fact, it looked like people were intentionally losing their balance just so they could end up in a pile together. It wasn't unusual to see hands touching butts, tits, pussies and cocks when that happened, lingering for short times before everyone unraveled to start a new game. The men seem to take opportunities to get into positions so their cocks were in some girl's face. That prompted the boys to do the same. We girls didn't let them get too far ahead of us. At first, Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Thomas weren't quite as adventurous, but they got into it as we kept playing. Mrs. Rayner wasn't shy at all about getting her body parts close to anyone's face, or any other part of someone else. Now that I'd been around more of the women in a sexually charged situation, I finally concluded Mrs. Rayner was the queen slut. Even though I knew very few specifics about my mom's possible sluttiness, there was no way she could be as wild as Mrs. Rayner. While on the mat, I couldn't always tell who was touching me. I didn't complain about any of it though. I was having a blast, as was everyone else. Mrs. Thomas winked at me a few times after I'd been laughing while pulling myself out of a pile of bodies. I found that I wasn't nearly as pissed with Jamie anymore. He still seemed to avoid getting close to me though. Smart boy. His day of reckoning could wait. Cocks were in various states of hardness. Crinkled hard nipples weren't difficult to find either. I was a little surprised though that things were getting like this with the kids around. Given all the drinking and weed, I suppose I shouldn't have been. So much for 'just camping out'. With the only light coming from the lanterns and torches around us, hands seemed to wander more freely the longer we played. They also lingered longer as well. At one point, Peter had collapsed on top of his mom. I wasn't sure just how that happened without Peter sliding over his mom's body after they fell. His erect cock was pressed right against her pussy. She wrapped her arms around him, holding her son to her tightly for a few moments. She had to know it was him. She hadn't drunk nearly enough to use that as an excuse. He had to know it was his mom he was on the verge of fucking. One of the adults said "close call" as Peter finally got up. His cock was still rock hard. With nobody objecting as things went along, the touching became more and more blatant while people were on the mat. None of us girls shied away from rubbing ourselves against anyone close to us. The guys were the same with their dicks. But still, it was just touching. There was no sex beyond a rub or feel of the people within contact of each other on the mat. A quick grab and squeeze of a cock or tit didn't come across as being out of line either. Once after collapsing, I ended up with a hard cock between my tits. The owner of it was Pastor Thomas. I suddenly felt very awkward. He apparently had ended up straddling me while trying to get up. My pastor's aroused prick was lying on my chest for all to see. He didn't immediately move either. If anything, he leaned down some so his cock and balls would slide against me more. After he got off me, I remembered the blowjob Julie gave him earlier in the afternoon. I was sure he probably wished he could've just slid it up a little further so I could do the same. As the game kept going on, I dumbly asked, "How do we know who wins?" The adults laughed a little. Mrs. Rayner said, "I don't think we're keeping score, sweetie." "Does anyone actually lose playing Twister?" Mrs. Thomas asked, looking at her husband's hard-on. He actually looked embarrassed for the first time since I'd been there. His wife reached out to fondle his dick a little to tease him even more. I just couldn't get the image of him standing up at his pulpit out of my head. Now I would always picture him standing there with a hard-on. Church was never going to be the same for me. I thought about asking my parents about going to church more regularly. What a great way to get people interested in going to church! No one was getting tired of playing. The longer we played, more people wanted to play at the same time. With so many people playing at once, opportunities for cocks and pussies ending up in faces became more frequent. One time after we'd collapsed, Penny and I were almost side by side with her dad more or less on top of us. His cock was against her face, right at her mouth. My face was close to hers and his cock as well. Penny brazenly licked along his shaft while looking at me, smiling as if daring me to top her stunt. I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open. That just seemed to encourage her to do it again. Her dad wasn't in a hurry to move either. Did he think it was me licking his dick? As the game went on, I enjoyed stretching my body so that I was touching anyone that I could, as did most everyone else. On a few occasions, I felt a finger slip inside me. It would only stay inside my pussy for a moment though. One of the times Mrs. Thomas and I were in close proximity on the mat, she seemed to make a point of brushing her pussy along my leg as she moved to a new position. She would give me a knowing look whenever she could. As far as I was concerned, she could rub herself on me anytime. At one point I noticed Mr. Rayner standing off a bit away from us with a camera. I hadn't noticed anyone with a video camera before. He was standing far enough away so that he could get everyone included. I wondered just what my parents would think of this 'just camping out' with me involved. Would they, especially my mom, want to see the video more because Jamie and I were in it? It wasn't sex, although there was a lot of stuff going on. There were certainly a lot of naked bodies contorted together in some very interesting poses. Then I wondered just why I was so concerned about my parents. I knew they had sex sometimes with other people. They apparently weren't above doing what I was doing. So, why should I care what they thought? They could very well be having sex together with Sarah at that very moment. How was I going to find out though? The night was still young. I'd find a way. ------- Chapter 17 We must've played for hours. I'd completely lost track of time. At some point though, the adults seemed ready to move into their tents. The sexual tension had been growing all evening among all of us. The tents would provide the adults cover to relieve that tension. Looking at the boys, they were in desperate need of relief, too. To be honest, I was ready for anything. I was sure Pam, Penny, Kari and Julie were as well. The adults made their way into their separate tents with their own spouse. I was a little surprised at that, but maybe they still didn't want to give any impression that they were going to swap or have an orgy in front of us kids. I wondered why they even bothered though. It wasn't like we all didn't know what was going to happen the rest of the night. Their need to put up some kind of facade seemed silly. As for us, we all piled into one tent. A few of the adults watched us all going into the same tent together, but they didn't object. The boys all had hard-ons. They weren't even trying to hide them. The adults seemed to not care at all that they were joining us girls. It was after we were inside that I realized the windows on the tents were wide open. With the darkness outside, it wouldn't be hard for someone to watch us without being noticed. I suspected a few of the adults wouldn't be in their tents for very long. Spying on us seemed to be at least one of their favorite pastimes. The tent was pretty large. It was roomy enough for all eight of us to sit around in. We were able to stretch out somewhat comfortably. "So, what game do we want to play? Kari suggestively asked. Peter anxiously interrupted her, "Wait a minute, guys." He started climbing over us to get out of the tent, "I'll be right back. Don't start anything yet." Mike teased him, "Are you going to take a piss with a hard-on? That'll take more than a minute." I had wondered when someone would start teasing him about constantly having an erection. We all laughed. He said, "Fucking funny. Just don't start anything till I get back." After maybe a minute or so, he came back into the tent, showing off an eighteen pack of bottled beer and some joints along with a lighter. Penny said, "I have the coolest brother ever! The beer is even cold, too!" "He's not so bad, I suppose," Pam joined in, patting his butt before he sat down next to her. We passed around the beer and joints. I'd never had either before. Julie and I were doing our best not to cough and gasp when we took a drag from a joint. We were hardly convincing though. Everyone laughed at us too. Pam didn't seem to have a problem with it. I needed to talk more with that chica. The others had either done this a lot, or were able to cover up their own inexperience pretty good. We talked about what had happened in some of the piles of bodies during the game. More had obviously gone on than I'd seen. Quite often a cock had ended up in a girl's or one of the moms' faces. I mentioned seeing someone lick a cock, and immediately felt Penny pinching my arm hard. I shut my mouth quickly. I definitely didn't want her pissed off at me the rest of the night. When a few bottles of beer were empty, Mike took one of them and spun it in front of us. It pointed at me. "I get to do what I want with you," he told me. I cut my eyes around at everyone as they looked at me. He added, "You've never played 'spin the bottle'?" I hadn't, but I didn't want anyone to know. "Who says you get to go first ... or make the rules." "Okay, what are the rules then?" he asked, looking around at the others. Kari jumped in, "I'll spin to see who goes first. Then that person spins and gets to kiss any part of the person's body it points at." Jamie excitedly said, "Girls making out. Too cool." Peter added, "What if its two guys? I'm not kissing Mike or Jamie anywhere." "Then you have to forfeit if you want to watch us girls kissing each other," Julie added. "You tell 'em, Julie," Penny said. Mike wanted to concede a stipulation, "How about it's always a girl spinning first?" I said, "No way you get out of it that easy. I want to see some boy on boy action." Kari exclaimed, "Hells yeah, Mel!" Penny said, "I'm bringing Julie and Melissa with me to every party from now on." Julie and I looked proudly at each other. Other than Pam, we were the youngest of the girls. It felt great getting approval from the older girls. Julie looked especially proud to be getting approval from her big sister. It had always been hard for me to figure those two out. They never seemed to fight or argue. Maybe they shared their own secrets? There certainly were plenty to go around! Jamie just muttered, "There's going to be a lot of forfeits in this game." I looked at my brother, "Chicken shit." He knew I was still mad at him. Kari spun the bottle and Mike got to start the game. He intentionally spun it less than a full turn so that it would point at a girl. Pam said, "No way, babe. It needs to spin completely around at least once." Mike spun it again and it ended up pointing at me. He came over and made a production out of getting on top of me, kissing me passionately, and feeling me up in the process. I thought Pam would get upset, but she was cool about it. Mike's cock had gone down while we had debated how to play the game, but it was rock hard while he was making out with me. It was still that way when he sat back down next to Pam too. "Now that's how you take a turn," Pam exclaimed, grabbing and squeezing his dick for a moment. I spun the bottle with it pointing at Peter. Oh well. Peter had been humping my leg all day. I figured I'd reward his persistence. I got on top of him much the same way Mike had with me. We kissed deeply, while my hand played with his cock and balls. He pushed my hand away after a few moments though. I suspected he was about to squirt all over the place. We played the game like this for a while until most combinations had occurred. The guys didn't have to forfeit their turns very often. None of us girls forfeited a chance to make out with each other. It sucked that the guys were so hung up about doing stuff with each other. Penny then said, "Let's do 'seven minutes in heaven'. Whoever the two people are from now on will go to the other tent and do whatever they want together for seven minutes while the rest wait here." I'd heard of that game. It sounded like fun, but if the adults had been watching us like I suspected, they'd have to really hide to avoid being caught with us going back and forth between the two tents. Kari added, "Seven minutes is a long time with just two people. Let's make it three at a time instead." Penny agreed, "That's even better." Mike again complained, "What if it's us three guys?" I replied, "Then you guys get to suck each other or do a circle jerk or whatever ... or just sit and stare at each other for seven minutes while wondering what we're doing back over here." "Mel is my favorite person in the world tonight," Kari said, winking at me. I was hoping she and I would end up together as part of a threesome before the game was over. I wasn't sure how long this would go on before we all just forgot about playing a game and started making out though. Penny added the stipulation, "No one can leave this tent during the seven minutes except, of course, the three going to the other tent. That way the guys won't have to forfeit thinking we chicks are spying on them!" "Ha ha" the guys said in unison. Luckily for me, it was Kari who was part of my first seven minutes in heaven. Unluckily for me, it was Jamie who was the third person. This wasn't going to be fun for me. As we entered the other tent together, I'd already decided I would limit what Jamie and I did. Kari would have none of that though. "Okay, I want to see some brother-sister action." Jamie and I looked at each other. He probably thought I might punch his balls if he got close enough to me. "It's cool, guys," Kari said. "Mike and I have been doing stuff together for years." She obviously didn't understand the likely reason for his hesitation. Jamie and I just stared at each other before Kari pulled me down onto my back. "Fuck her, Jamie ... while I kiss her some." Jamie moved below me and lifted my legs, spreading them open while scooting up between them. I was soaking wet as he pushed into me. Mad or not, he felt so damn good inside me. Kari had been kissing me deeply when her attention switched to watching my brother pump his dick in and out of me. "That is so fucking hot," she said. Kari moved so her head was close to where we were joined. She looked back at me and said, "I don't get a view like this when Mike is fucking me." Her admission about fucking her brother allowed me to really loosen up and enjoy what was happening. Kari moved so she was straddling my face while facing Jamie, her pussy pressing against my mouth. I licked and sucked her clit as she slowly rutted against my mouth. I wanted to make this older girl cum like crazy. I felt proud when it took only a few minutes for that to happen too. When she moved off me, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. She licked my lips as she broke the kiss, "Where have you been all my life," she complimented me. "You have one minute," came a cry from the other tent. Jamie came inside me moments later. Kari reached between my legs to play with my clit while Jamie's cock emptied inside my cunt. "Times up!" Kari looked back at me and complained, "Fucking hell. I didn't get a chance to lick you clean." "I don't think there are any rules to stop us in the other tent," I replied, smiling at her. "You are one perverted, girl. I love it!" she said, smiling at me. We repeated the game until everyone had a chance to be part of a threesome. After a few turns, I got to go back over with Julie and Mike. I wasn't really certain how Pam was going to feel about me fucking her boyfriend, but she didn't seem to act upset after she knew I would be part of the threesome. Mike fucking Julie was no big deal since she was his sister, but I was potential competition. Pam wanted to be cool in front of the others though. Still, I suspected it bothered her. I knew we'd talk about it eventually too. I'd make it up to her. Speaking of boyfriends, I was certain Sarah wouldn't like Jamie fucking all of us without her even knowing about it. But then, she was probably having her own fun at that very moment. Hopefully she wasn't having fun if she really was at her grandparents. That would be just too weird. When the three of us got into the tent, Mike and Julie seemed a little shy together at first. I guess incest wasn't second nature for them when around others either. I wondered just how long they'd been having sex together. Given her age, I couldn't imagine they had been fucking for very long. I took the initiative just like Kari had done with me and Jamie. "I want to see some brother-sister action." It felt good to be in a position of strength for once. They looked a little lost as to what to do though. "Julie, lick your brother's cock." Mike replied, "Who put you in charge?" "Let's take a vote," I said. "Who wants me to be in charge instead of Mike?" Julie and I grinned at each other as we both raised our hands. "I surrender!" Mike said with feigned exasperation. I looked at Julie, "Smart brother you have there. Smarter than mine." "He's pretty cool ... for a dopey big brother." I was glad someone had a cool big brother. "Let's show him that surrendering does have its advantages, shall we?" I asked. We both moved over to him. I took his hard cock in my hand and waved it at his sister. She took the cue and leaned down to begin sucking it. There was a certain novelty about watching a sister sucking off her older brother. I started fingering myself while watching. They had done this more than once, or Julie had gotten a lot of practice on someone else's dick. Pastor Thomas came to mind immediately. Watching was fun, but I quickly decided to help Julie out. We took turns sucking him while the other licked on the exposed shaft, occasionally licking his balls as well. "3 minutes left!" "Shit," I said, looking at Julie. "Not enough time for both of us to fuck him." "You go ahead. We've already done it a few times at home," she said a little timidly. They'd obviously fucked before, but I got the impression she was still rather new to this 'fucking your brother' thing, just like I was. Mike quickly got me onto my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind. I went down on Julie while he did. I'm sure she didn't get a lot out of it because of the way Mike was pounding into me. It was hard to even keep my mouth between her legs, much less over her clit. I'd have to arrange a makeup date for her sometime soon. Maybe we could get to be better friends too. "Times up, you guys!" Mike wasn't close. He'd already cum a few times. He'd fucked me pretty good though. At least I wouldn't be dripping any more than I already was. Walking out of the tent, I saw the entrance to one of the adults' tents moving. I'd wondered if any of them had been spying on us. I was sure they still had a camera handy. Then it dawned on me that they were getting notices of when we would leave the tent when we were told how much time was left. It was Penny's idea that no one should leave the other tent during the seven minutes. In fact, she had mentioned it twice. How convenient. Most everyone got together at some point during the game with each other. Peter didn't get to fuck me in heaven though. He still hadn't fucked me. I wasn't that upset about it. I'd fuck Jamie or Mike over him every time. ------- After playing for a while, we were all starting to lose interest in the game. We finally just stopped playing, and just talked while we finished up the beer we had left. The weed was long gone. The guys were about fucked out for the time being anyways. Peter was still staring at me a lot, but he seemed to be worn out for the time being. The beer I'd had along with the weed had given me a good buzz. His chances with me were probably better than ever. I snuck out of the tent at one point, wondering if I could spy on the adults any. I was mainly curious to find out who was sleeping with whom. I was sorta hoping I might run into Mrs. Thomas outside alone too. If the adults had been spying on us, they'd apparently already called it a night. Looking into the windows of the tents, it was hard to tell who was with whom because it was so dark. When I discovered one of their three tents empty, I knew for certain there was some hanky panky going on. I'd have loved to watch them having sex together, but they were already asleep. I went back to our tent and crashed close to Kari so I could listen to her and Penny talk. I was pretty tired though and quickly went to sleep. Sometime later, I woke up from Peter moving on top of me. His cock was hard against my leg. I thought 'what the hell' and moved so he could more easily get between my legs. He was nervous though. He leaned down and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I didn't want that from him. I wasn't interested in making out with him like that. I told him to fuck me. He had other ideas though. He began kissing and sucking on my neck and ear. It felt good, but I seriously only wanted him to fuck me and get it over with. He slowly moved his mouth lower to lick and suck on my breasts. He spent a lot of time teasing my nipples with his tongue before taking each into his mouth and sucking them nicely. He pulled on them enough to make it feel really good. I was beginning to like this, but it was Peter doing it. I didn't want Peter doing this to me. He was a dork. Peter licked and nibbled slowly down my body until he was lying between my legs. He spread my legs open, and began doing the same along my inner thighs. He wasn't bad at this. Why the fuck did it have to be Peter though? My pussy was throbbing for Peter Rayner. Could this night get any weirder? His mouth and tongue on my clit had me writhing. It didn't seem to bother him that I was full of cum from Jamie. I hadn't had a chance to clean up. When I started to cum, I grabbed his head and held him to me tightly, but then had to push him away because it got too intense. He slipped two fingers inside me though and fucked me through my orgasm. God damn him for making me feel so good! He moved on top of me and slid his cock in me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he began pounding hard into me. My pussy was strangling his cock, but he kept right on fucking me without slowing down. I figured he'd cum fast, but he kept steadily plowing my pussy. He was trying to get me off again before he came. This was going to continue forever if I didn't do something. I told him to let me get up so he could fuck me from behind. I wanted him to slam me full with his dick, figuring I'd cum quicker that way. He didn't disappoint me either. Taking my hips with each hand, he pulled me to him each time he thrust deep inside me. I grabbed a pillow to cover my mouth with. I was beginning to moan too loudly. When my orgasm started, he finally let himself cum as well. He was trying not to make too much noise, but he was still grunting rather loudly as his cock throbbed inside me. He finally pulled out and slumped back, but he then started gently rubbing my ass and lower back. He wasn't treating me like just another fuck. I wished that he would though. I didn't want to encourage him into thinking he was scoring points with me. I finally lay down on my back. He then plopped down beside me. I didn't know how I felt about things. Peter had done more than fuck me. Considering how wasted we all were, he'd been very attentive to me. He could've just gotten his rocks off and rolled over, but he didn't. Peter scooted over closer to snuggle up against me, laying his arm across me, letting his hand rest on my breast. He wasn't my choice to cuddle with, but I was too tired to complain. In a way, I felt like he'd earned it. As I was drifting to sleep, I thought more about how slutty I'd been. All three of the boys had scored with me, including my brother. Two of their dads had fucked me as well. I was a notch now for all of them. So much for 'just camping out'. So much for not wanting to be a slut. If I slowed down anymore, I'd break the sound barrier. At least one of them wanted to cuddle. I was sure he had a crush on me. I had a crush on someone else though, but she was in another tent. If I knew which one she was in, I'd sneak in and join her. Then I remembered Jamie's cuddle buddy wasn't here. Any chance of finding out who she was cuddling with was lost. I was naked. My clothes were somewhere upstairs. I couldn't ride my bike home like this, even though no one would likely see me in the middle of the night. Even if I got home without the cops or a rapist catching me, the lights would likely be off anyways. With Peter using me as his teddy bear, it wasn't going to happen. ------- I woke up the next morning while everything was still quiet, and needed to pee badly. It must've been pretty early because it was still rather dark outside. I had to peel Peter off me, but he stayed sound asleep. Everyone else was as well. I would be too, if I'd been blessed with a bigger bladder. I carefully stepped around everyone and got to the opening of the tent. I peeked outside at the adults' tents and they all still seemed to be asleep as well. I darted across the lawn to the backdoor and went inside to the downstairs bathroom and took care of business. As I was washing my hands, I stared at myself again in the mirror. My hair was messed up. I still needed some sleep too, but I thought I'd otherwise survived the night. I stared at myself for a bit. Mr. Walcott was right. I was attractive. I decided I might be acting like a slut, but I didn't look like one. I could compete for most any guy I wanted without being known as a girl that would put out. I needed to set some boundaries for myself. The previous night did little to accomplish that though. I held my hand to my mouth to smell my breath and almost gagged. I didn't look like a slut, but I knew I would taste like one if anyone kissed me. I found some toothpaste and used my finger to brush my teeth. I then looked down at my pussy. Uggh. I looked at the shower. Moments later, I was under a hot spray of water. I could've stood there for hours. Then there was a knock at the door before it opened. "Mind if we join you?" It was Mrs. Thomas. Her husband was right behind her too. What were they doing up so early? I figured they would be passed out like everyone else. The shower door opened, "We need to get cleaned up and get home. It's Sunday after all." I'd not even thought about what day it was. Days tended to blur for me as it got later into the summer. "What time is it?" "It's about 5:30. We need to get home soon to get ready to be at the church by 8:00." It's only 5:30? Christ! I never wakeup that early! "I can get out..." "No need," Mrs. Thomas said. "We'll fit. We can wash each other." I stood near the back of the shower while they got under the shower head together. Mrs. Thomas began soaping up her husband's chest, "There's another bar of soap, sweetie. Help me get him clean before we run out of hot water." She reached for the soap, and then handed it to me. "I'll take the high road, you take the low one," she said. I started at his calves and feet and worked my way up to just below his crotch. "Don't stop now," she said. "From the looks of things, you're doing a good job." I wasn't sure if she was referring to his clean legs or his rock hard cock. I started soaping up his dick when her hand joined mine, "Nothing like a morning hard-on, Melissa." I smiled in agreement, although I'd had very limited experience with that. Mrs. Thomas used her soapy hand to wash her husband's ass, making a bit of a show out of rubbing between his cheeks, focusing on his asshole much of the time. I thought she might have stuck a finger inside him the way he reacted. Mrs. Thomas then turned to me and started to wash my hair and my body. Pastor Thomas watched intensely as she soaped my tits and then moved lower. When her hands reached my pussy, she smiled, "I can tell somebody was a busy girl last night." I blushed and looked away. But Mrs. Thomas would have none of that. "Wouldn't you like to wash me, too? I was also kind of busy last night." Still blushing, I started to wash her from the front with Pastor Thomas washing her back. Her pussy did feel kind of slimy and I tried hard to make it peachy clean again. I even stuck a finger into her opening to clean her inside and outside. Pastor Thomas reached around and got most of my back cleaned up, too. I kind of liked his finger reaching my pussy from the back. He liked playing with my butthole, at least he paid a lot of attention to it. Seemed like their hands met in the middle of my slit. The water began to cool down though, and we all got out of the shower stall quickly before the hot water completely ran out. Mrs. Thomas grabbed us each a large towel from the cabinet. She looked really sexy standing there wet. Mrs. Thomas stepped behind her husband and began drying his back. She told me to dry him from the front. His cock was sticking out just as hard as before. When he was mostly dry, Pastor Thomas and I dried off his wife together. He made a show out of feeling her up in front of me, massaging her breasts and her pussy, rutting against her butt from behind, letting his cock slide between her legs up against her pussy. Somebody was going to get fucked before we left that bathroom. They finally turned their attention to me. I glanced into the mirror. With my less developed body and wet hair, I looked like a wet rat compared to Mrs. Thomas. They dried me quickly, with Mrs. Thomas focusing on drying my hair. I figured she knew her husband would want the opportunity to touch me all over, which he did. It felt exciting too. "Doesn't she have the cutest little body?" she asked her husband. "She's perfect. God couldn't make a sexier girl than this." Me? Sexy? His wife was the poster girl for sexy. He was touching the inside of my thighs, close to my mound. Mrs. Thomas said to me, "Sit up here on the counter." I jumped up on the edge and scooted back. I didn't hesitate lifting my legs so my feet were on the counter, too, with my legs wide open for both of them. Mrs. Thomas didn't hesitate either, "I wanted to do this yesterday. I'm not letting this opportunity go by." She squatted down and began kissing my inner thighs, working her way toward my very horny pussy. I was going to let them do anything they wanted to me. Her mouth was finally were I wanted it. Her tongue probed inside me a bit before she slid it up to my clit. She sucked and nibbled at it gently, pulling on it with her lips. I was close to cumming already. "She is so pretty. Isn't she, Bradley?" He was speechless, almost like he was in a trance. He was probably afraid to say anything in front of me. Penny had told Pam about his potty mouth when she said she'd caught him fucking their mom. He was stroking his cock though while watching us. "Her pussy is just precious," Mrs. Thomas said. "Look at how her lips open up so nicely." His eyes were already fucking me, if that's possible. Two of her fingers certainly were. "I think she wants your big cock inside her, babe." I think he already knew that, but she was encouraging him just the same. "It's the holiest of holies, dear. And it's so wet." I loved this game of theirs! She looked at me, "Do you want my husband to fuck your little pussy?" I nodded, staring at his throbbing hard shaft. The head of it was so damn sexy looking. It was going to feel great inside of me. "He's going to be preaching in just a few hours." She saw me looking at her funny. "He'll be standing in front of a congregation ... all of them sinners ... imploring them to resist temptations." Holy shit! "He'll preach to them about raising their children right ... to do good deeds ... to do unto others..." Jesus Christ! This woman was kinky as fuck! She took his cock in her hand and guided him between my legs. "He's going to do that later, Melissa. But first, his wife is going to aim his hard cock at your sweet little hole..." She placed the head of it right against my opening. " ... and let him do unto you." I moaned as his dick speared deep inside me. This was way beyond kinky. I wondered if she said this to all the girls. This was obviously something they'd done before. I didn't mind playing along though. His cock filled and stretched me so good. She stood so that her mouth was close to his ear. "Fuck her good, honey. I want you to come inside her. You don't want to spill any of your seed. That would be a sin." I seriously couldn't believe this! This woman who seemed so demure and formal ... the epitome of what most would think of when it comes to a pastor's wife ... was being so freakin' nasty like this. With me! My moans were more like breathless whimpers. "That's it, honey. Fuck sweet Melissa. Fuck her little quim." Quim? That's a new one. I almost giggled, but quickly decided I liked the sound of it. He fucked me with long hard strokes. His arms were cradling my legs, spreading them so that he could get as deep as possible inside me, his balls slapping against me. I leaned back against the mirror as he thrust repeatedly inside me. Looking down, I could see the lips of my pussy dragging along his wet veiny shaft. "God, that looks so hot, Melissa," Mrs. Thomas said. "You're making him feel so good, too, with that tight little cunt." She looked up in her husband's face, "Is she squeezing you tight, babe?" "God yes," he said, finding it hard to talk as he fucked into me faster. I felt like I was riding on a very bumpy road or something. He felt incredible inside me though. He was so damn hard, and it filled me so good. She leaned against the counter next to me so she could kiss me, her tongue played with mine as she looked down at where her husband was joined with my body. The ridge of his cockhead was scrapping inside me so damn good. The edges of it were appearing at times as he would almost withdraw completely, before slamming back inside. Mrs. Thomas began pinching and pulling on one of my hard crinkled nipples. "Do you like my husband's cock?" "God yes!" "He loves your little wet cunt. He loves fucking you ... and other girls like you." What? "He fucks Julie too. I know you figured that out though." "Yeah," I said, my voice unsteady from the pounding I was getting. I asked, while rocking against Pastor Thomas, "Aren't you afraid her parents will find out?" "They know, sweetie," he replied. "They're okay with that?!" I asked, incredulously. "Sure, hon. They like watching ... just like I'm doing" Her husband was grunting louder now with each thrust. "You just watch him fucking other girls?" I asked her. "What do you think?" she asked, taking my nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she sucked. I looked down at the two of them using me. "This is too wild," I said somewhat breathlessly to no one in particular. Her eyes looked up to me. Her mouth opened to form a playful smile. With my nipple still touching her bottom lip, her grin was incredibly sinful. "Never thought your pastor would be fucking you ... and his wife would be kissing and touching you at the same time, did you?" she asked. Her tongue flicked across my nipple again without taking her eyes from mine. The only things coming out of my mouth were whimpers. "We're no different than anyone else, baby. Maybe kinkier, but there's nothing wrong with that." "There's not?" I asked, looking at her incredulously. They were supposed to be against this kind of thing! "No one is being hurt or deceived. Are you feeling either, Melissa?" "What?" "Hurt or deceived." "I feel full is all." They both laughed a little, with his being ragged as he continued to focus on fucking my pussy with his cock. God it felt so fucking big inside me! She knew just what I was feeling too. "He does a good job of that, doesn't he?" "Uh huh," I breathlessly replied. He was slamming more forcefully into me now. He definitely doesn't spare the rod! Fuck, it felt so good! He was getting closer to his orgasm. I was already having one. I'm sure my squeezing him even tighter was what set him off. He exclaimed, almost shouting, "Sweet Jesus!" He drew out the each syllable over a few seconds. He was a man possessed. He wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost though, and it certainly wasn't what he was filling me with either. I was going to be dripping cum for the next week! "Your little teen pussy is so fucking tight!" He grunted loudly with each spurt of his cock, slamming into me with each one. I could feel it jerking inside me. It sent me over the edge again as well. "God yes! Fuck me, Pastor Thomas! Fuck your little teen girl!" I squealed, reaching out to grab his sides to force him to fuck me harder. Saying 'Pastor Thomas' and 'God' just seemed to add to the kinkiness of it all. I wondered how many porn movies were like this ... without the girl being underage, of course. He slammed hard inside me one more time and held still. I squeezed him as tight as I could. My pussy was throbbing like crazy. His cock was still jerking. We both were savoring the last moments of our shared orgasm. He finally withdrew from me. Our juices covered his slowly wilting dick. Mrs. Thomas grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned us both up as best she could. "This will have to do for now, unless you want a cold shower." Pastor Thomas joked, "It's a little late for a cold shower." We all laughed together. He looked down at me. He was out of whatever trance he'd seemed to have been in. He now looked concerned about me. "Are you okay, Melissa?" "I'm fine, sir," I said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. I was half expecting him to scold me for sinning like I had. I then felt silly for feeling like that. "'Sir' is a bit too formal, considering what we just did, don't you think?" "Yeah," I grinned. The bathroom was always going to be our special place. ------- We left the bathroom together and headed toward the kitchen where we, surprisingly, found Mrs. Rayner making coffee and some waffles in the toaster. At least Mrs. Rayner and I were surprised, but for different reasons. Mrs. Rayner said, "Well, this is a surprise. I expected Bradley and Doris to be up. But Melissa?" She had that knowing look. I could only blush. "She makes a great bath buddy," Pastor Thomas said, rubbing my still somewhat wet head. "She makes a great buddy for most any time," Mrs. Rayner said very earnestly. "You guys leave her alone," Mrs. Thomas said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "She's my buddy." "Oh yeah?" asked Mrs. Rayner, raising her eyebrow. "Uh huh. She's the bee's knees." "Huh?" I said. Mrs. Rayner laughed, "Doris, she knows nothing about bee's knees, but she sure knows a lot about the birds and the bees." "It just means you're wonderful, sweetie," Mrs. Thomas told me, hugging me tighter. "Cool, I guess." I really liked Mrs. Thomas. But it was obvious there was a generation gap or two going on between us, too. I still had no clue what 'bee's knees' was referring to. I liked the attention she was giving me. Even though I'd had little interaction with her outside of the past day, I felt closer to her than I'd felt to any of the other adults at that point, including Mrs. Clark. The Thomases must've realized that it was getting a little late for them. They didn't even take time to sit down while eating. Mrs. Thomas dashed upstairs to grab their clothes from the day before. They quickly dressed while downing their waffle and coffee. They looked like they'd done this kind of quick exit before. When they were finished dressing, they started walking to the front of the house to head to their home to prepare for church. I tagged along behind them, hanging back in the hallway as they reached the door. As they were saying their goodbyes and stepping outside, Mrs. Thomas looked back at me. I probably looked like I was losing my best friend. I felt like it. She stopped and came back toward me, took my hand, and pulled me further into the hall so we'd have some privacy. "I'd really like to spend some more time with you real soon." I knew she was probably referring to having sex. I was sure she was. Her husband got to do more with me than she had. I hadn't even made her come yet. I was feeling more and more like the new slut on the block. It was time to pass me around to those who had only seen me in the many pictures and videos I was sure they'd all been sharing. I began to feel a little let down. She looked at me inquisitively for just a moment. "It's not what you're thinking. Well, not just what you're thinking," she admitted with an apologetic smile. "I'd really like us to spend time together doing other things, even if it's only just talking. Since you got here yesterday, you've looked like you could use a friend to talk with." I shrugged, but smiled at her. She took that as the positive signal that I meant it to be. "I'm going to the mall tomorrow. Can you come with me, and make a day of it? No sex. Just us girls hanging out." At least she wanted to be with me outside of the bathroom for a change. "Sure. I'll have to make sure it's okay with my mom though." "I'm sure it will be. Let me know if she has any questions, or tell her to call me. I'll probably come by around ten or so," she said, while reaching into her pocketbook to get a pen and piece of paper to write down her phone number. "Call me anytime, Melissa ... even if it's just to talk about nothing." She kissed my forehead and headed back to the door where Mrs. Rayner and her husband were waiting. Looking at the piece of paper, I remembered I had no pockets to put it in. It quickly reminded me just how odd it was to be standing naked in the Rayner's hallway, with other kids and adults out in the backyard just as naked as well ... as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. ------- I walked with Mrs. Rayner back into the kitchen. "Let me get you something to drink. I'm sure you're starving too." Definitely. I sat down at the table while she poured me a glass of milk and put some more waffles in the toaster. "Are you still mad at your brother?" I just shrugged. I didn't really want to talk about Jamie. "You were mad at him, sweetie," she stated. "You throw pretty good punches, too." I smiled wryly, "He deserved it." "You know he's two years older than you, hon. He's always going to be doing things before you." I stared down at the table and began brooding. Being reminded that I was the baby of the family wasn't making me feel any better. In fact, I was getting pissed off all over again. How dare my parents include Jamie in something like that, and shove me off on my grandparents like I was the dog that needed to be watched while they had their fun. I was tired of not knowing things. "You're getting to do some of those things now that you're older. You'll get to do other things now, too." Some of those things? I'm still getting left out ... until I get older? Fuck that shit. I'd had enough of being coddled. I wanted answers. I blurted out, "Is Sarah at my house?" She looked very surprised at that question. It took her a moment to come up with a response. "Honey ... I believe she is staying at her grand..." "Is she really?" I interrupted. My impertinence would've earned me a serious grounding if Mom had heard me. Mom liked those kinds of words when scolding me. I wasn't hiding stuff like my parents and so-called friends were from me though. I was too pissed off to care anymore. "Jamie would probably be there if she was," she tried to reason, obviously not sure how to deal with my angry mood any longer. She knew what I suspected. She wasn't going to tell me though. "Why won't you just tell me?!" I was being insolent. I had her more than a little flustered now. I was being impudent to. Those are other words my mom liked to use with me when I was being snotty and argumentative with her. My parents would whip my ass if they saw me talking to another adult this way. I had never been this way with anyone, other than my parents. And it was a very rare thing with them. It really caught Mrs. Rayner by surprise too. "Melissa..." she paused, lost for words. I sighed deeply. Mrs. Rayner could tell she wasn't doing anything but making me angrier by trying to reason with me. "Why all the freakin' secrets?!" She came over beside me, put her arm around me, and said, "It's tough being the baby of the family. There are advantages to that though. You'll find that out as you get older." Reminding me that I was the 'baby' ... and that I was going to have to wait until I got older to find out something else wasn't helping to calm me down, at least not on the inside. Mrs. Rayner left my side and started talking about what they planned to do that morning. I didn't hear any of it though. I was mad as hell. I think she knew it too, but she tried to talk around the tense atmosphere between us. It wasn't working. I sat there and fumed. I looked at the piece of paper Mrs. Thomas had given me and got an idea. I calmly said, "I'm sorry I snapped at you." "It's okay, sweetie. It happens." Her answers were becoming short. I'd rattled her. She was probably pissed off at me too, but she didn't want to show it. I needed to defuse things so I could do what I wanted to do. "My mom is going to ground me for talking to you like that," I meekly said. She came back over to me and hugged me again. "This is between just the two of us. Okay?" Yeah right. Nothing was ever just between the two of us. "Okay," I coyly replied. I finished eating and quickly drank all my milk. I had a plan to carry out. "I'm gonna go upstairs and put this with my clothes." "Okay, but leave your clothes up there. We're going to spend the morning naked outside before lunch. We may have to shake the tents to get everyone up before long, too. It was about six-fifteen. As late as we'd been up, no one else was likely to wake up for hours yet. I certainly wasn't going back to sleep. I had other plans. "I'm gonna take another shower while I'm upstairs too. I'll be down in a bit." "Why do you need another shower, sweetie?" "I got a bit messy after we got out of the shower earlier," feigning embarrassment. I needed her to believe I needed a bath. Getting fucked after my shower was turning out to be perfect timing for what I had planned. "How rude of Bradley," she lightheartedly said. "Well, hurry up, sweetie. Don't use all the hot water again!" "I'll try not to," I said in a more cheery voice. I ran upstairs and found my clothes in Mrs. Rayner's bedroom from the day before. I hurriedly got dressed, remembering to stuff the slip of paper in my shorts pocket. I was going home. I was tired of being the last to know. I was tired of just plain not knowing what was going on. Mrs. Rayner clearly had no intention of telling me anything else. I knew what Mrs. Clark would say, even if she was at home to talk to. Jamie was keeping stuff from me. Waiting around on him wasn't going to get me the answers I wanted. The only people I was going to get any real answers from were my parents. Specifically, my mom. I was going to force her to talk to me. All the better if I found Sarah in bed with her and Daddy. It would force Mom to talk to me. I snuck out the front door and found my bike on the porch. Thank God someone thought to put it where it couldn't easily be seen and stolen. I rode home as fast as I could. It was early and I'd snuck away, but I didn't care. I was totally pissed off. The more I thought about everything, the angrier I got. I was going to have it out with Mom. If Sarah and my daddy were there too, I'd confront them all and find out what was really going on with my parents. When I rode up into my yard, I noticed my parents' car was there. I threw my bike down in the middle of the front yard and went around back. Sarah's bike was still there from the day before. She might've left it if her parents had taken her straight to her grandparents, but she'd more likely have ridden it back home first so she get some things to take with her. There was still a good chance she was inside with my parents, probably in bed with them. The problem was that I didn't have my key to the house with me. Fucking shit! It was six-thirty in the morning and I was locked out of my own house! I hadn't planned to be gone overnight. I hadn't brought my purse with me like I normally would've with my money, key and other personal stuff. How was I going to get inside without waking up my parents to get them to let me in? They could sneak Sarah out the other door, or hide her. They almost always slept in on Sundays, except for the occasions we went to church. If Sarah spent the night, they wouldn't be going to church. It could be hours before someone would be up and unlock a door. Then I remembered how Jamie one time snuck in and out of the house at night by using a ladder to get on and off the roof. He would always set it up after sunset so our parents wouldn't notice. Daddy found it like that one time and crawled all over him. I figured I could get in through his window though. He probably still left it unlocked for just such an occasion. He always left the storm window up so he could easily get in and out. I'd figure out how to get the screen off when I got up there. I went under the shed behind the house and found the ladder. It was hard for me to handle alone without banging it around. The fucking thing might as well have had cow bells attached to it. I had to take it slow or I was going to wake up everyone. I wanted to catch them in bed together, not have an audience of all my neighbors catching me breaking into my own house. I was able to get the ladder up into the air and against the edge of the roof. I started to second guess what I was doing after I'd climbed the first few rungs. I was somewhat afraid of heights, but my anger was overruling my fear. I was staring straight up though, afraid to look down, knowing I'd chicken out if I did. I was almost at the top of the ladder when I heard a voice coming from below, towards the corner of the house. She quietly but urgently exclaimed, "Melissa! Stop!" What the hell?! I was shocked. At first, I'd expected it to be Mrs. Rayner. She was the only one who could've known I'd be missing that fast. If not her, maybe Mrs. Clark saw me leaving while watching from her house. But, she was with her husband staying overnight with some friends. Everyone else was passed out in the Rayner's backyard. When I looked down from the ladder, she'd already run over just below me. It wasn't Mrs. Rayner though. It wasn't Mrs. Clark either. Her familiar voice frantically asked, "What do you think you're doing?!" She was trying to keep her voice down, but I knew she meant business. I was in deep shit. This was going to be bad. I hated myself for even thinking of trying this now. "Are you crazy?! Come down before you fall!" she quietly, but urgently demanded. She obviously didn't want to wake the neighbors. I slowly stepped back down the ladder, quickly remembering just why I was afraid of heights. "Go slow!" she urged. Following good advice is better late than never. They should've put that on my headstone if I'd fell and broke my neck. Not going slow is what got me here. When I reached the ground, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the steps at the backdoor. She sat down and pulled me down beside her. I was in really deep shit. She was in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She'd obviously just gotten out of the shower. Had Mrs. Rayner really figured out I was gone that fast? Had she called her to let her know I was likely headed home? Mrs. Rayner must've been expecting me to try something like this. She turned to look at me. I had no clue what to expect. I'd been so angry. Not anymore! Now I was lost for words. Now I was so unsure what was about to happen to me. "Let's talk." She looked at me carefully. She was trying to be calm and collected, but her body and eyes told a different story. She'd always seemed so in control of herself. I then realized she was scared just like me. She was going to talk to me though. I'd come here to find out what the hell was going on. Maybe I finally was, but she wasn't happy with me at all. I'd wanted to create a confrontation. Now I wasn't so sure anymore. I really wasn't prepared for this. It was more than obvious that we both felt out of place. I wasn't supposed to be here, but she didn't belong here either. I wanted to ask her the question, but hesitated. What was Mrs. Thomas doing here? ------- Chapter 18 "Melissa..." Mrs. Thomas hesitated. She was clearly trying to measure her words. She held her head in her hands for a few moments as if to get control of herself. "Why did you come home?" I couldn't look at her. I just stared off into the backyard. "I have to know," I angrily stated. "Know what?" I looked at her in exasperation. She knew why I was here. I think she finally realized just how angry and determined I was. "You know nothing good can come from this, don't you?" "I'd know." "Yes, you'd know. But at what price? Are you just going to barge into their bedroom?" "I'm going to find out if Sarah is with them." "Then what happens?" "They ... they get mad at me, I guess." "Oh, they will get very mad with you. There likely will be a lot of yelling and harsh words back and forth." I looked out into the yard again. "So, you'd know. What if she isn't up there with them?" She paused a moment. The answer was obvious. They'd be mad at me all the same. They'd yell at me, and ground me for life. "You and your mom don't communicate very well." It wasn't a question. "Do you think what you're doing would help change that?" "No," I relented. She took my hand in hers. "Your parents love you very much. Your mom loves you with everything that she is. I know it. She's just ... well, too much like you." "Huh?" "She doesn't communicate well with her own parents, especially her mom. She never has." "But she's the one not talking to me!" "It takes two to talk. It only takes one to start a talk though. Have you tried to talk with her about any of this? Seriously try talking to her? Not just beating around the bush hoping to get to what's on your mind, but actually talk to her?" "No, but I have asked Mrs. Clark..." "Mrs. Clark is not your mom." I sighed. "So, you came here to find out if Sarah is in bed with your parents?" I nodded. "If she is, can you live with that knowledge?" "Given everything else I know..." "Do you really know anything? You only suspect something, right?" I shook my head slowly in anger. I was tired of this game of misdirection. No one wanted to be straight with me. "She's up there with them," she bluntly said. Huh? "She spent the night with your parents. She's probably lying naked between them in their bed right now. They probably had sex until very late. They'll probably have sex when they wake up. Your father may be fucking her now. If you kissed your mom's lips right now, you'd taste Sarah's pussy ... and vice versa." What do I say to that? "Sarah's been having sex with your mom and dad for a while now." "How long?" "Your mom seduced her not long after Colleen seduced you." "And my daddy?" "I'm not sure about the timing, but he probably took her virginity about the same time Bob took yours." Now I knew. "So, knowing what you now know, do you still want to break into your own house?" "No," I softly said. I pondered how to ask the obvious next question. "Why are you telling me this?" "You were going to find out this morning. One way or another. This way, you don't further hurt what is already a bad situation between you and your parents - not talking." "We'd be in a big fight right about now." "Yep." "Sarah would even be mad at me. I'd probably have pissed her off ... and lost my best friend." "A real possibility." "I think Sarah has been wanting to tell me. I've wanted to tell her about me and her parents." "Best friends usually don't keep things from each other for too long." "Why couldn't you be my mom?" She finally smiled. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her. "If I were your mom, then I'd have to be your mom first, and your friend second. A close second, but still second." She hugged me tighter. She added, "You have to help with the second part though. It's not a one-way street. You can have a better relationship with your mom, but it won't ever be like it can be with us." I stared out into the yard for a few moments. If nothing else came from this mess, I had a new best friend. She thought enough of me to rush to my house with only a bathrobe on. She had her own obligations to deal with. I wasn't one of them. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for church?" "You're more important right now." "I'm sorry I messed things up." "I'm sorry you felt you had to do this, but we can try to change that." "We?" "Do you want me to be a friend?" "You are my friend." "Good. Because I feel the same way. Your mom and I have known each other for a very long time. We've been close friends for years. We have our own secrets. One of them is very big." Mrs. Clark had mentioned a big secret before. Was Mrs. Thomas part of that? "You're not going to tell me what it is, are you?" "Can you keep a big secret?" "I've got a few of my own." "Then you understand why I can't just tell you." I sighed in frustration. "But I will tell you." She almost laughed at my surprised look. "But not here." I then remembered we were sitting on my back steps, with her in a bathrobe. The neighborhood was still quiet, but it wouldn't be for long. "How did you know I'd be here?" "I'd just gotten into the shower when Maggie called, asking if I could get here quickly." "I didn't think she would notice I was gone that fast," I said in amazement. "She was really concerned about you. She could see you were angry." I grimaced remembering just how rude I'd been with her. I was sure I'd pay the price for that soon. "When she went to check on you, you were supposed to be in the shower. Your missing clothes are what tipped her off." I looked at her curiously, "Why were you taking another shower?" "I smelled like sex. I didn't want to become the talk of the church, at least not for that reason. We should've had sex before we took the first shower," she nudged me. "So, you're naked under..." She opened the bathrobe. Yep. She was naked. "Oh, my Gawd! I got you out here ... I'm so sorry." "Don't be. It's sorta fun being naked in your backyard," she said, throwing the bathrobe back off her shoulders, proudly showing off her breasts. I quickly glanced around at the neighbors' houses. None of them had a direct view from any windows to where we were sitting. Showing my own daring, I pulled my top and bra off. "It is sorta fun," I grinned. "You know, if your mom were sitting here in the backyard instead of you, she'd have taken her clothes off, too." "Really? My mom?" "Yes, your mom. I told you before that you two are a lot alike. You remind me so much of her when we were younger. I think that's partly why I like you so much." I hugged her. "Mrs. Thomas, I..." "Call me Doris ... when it's just us." "Doris, I wish my mom and I were this close." She hugged me again. I got the feeling she was thinking of how to try to make that happen. "Let's go to my house, before we get caught back here, and I do become the talk of the church." I put my bra and top back on, and she re-tied her bathrobe. She helped me take the ladder down from the side of the house and put it back under the shed. I went out to the front yard to see if the coast was clear for her to make a dash to her car out at the street. I motioned for her to make a run for it when I realized my bike was still in the middle of the front yard. I grabbed it to take it around back. We were both laughing at how silly the whole situation would look if anyone saw us. Once we were both finally in the car, she said, "I don't have my license with me. If we get stopped, we're fucked." "Go slow," I hypocritically advised, and began laughing at myself. There were only a few cars out on the roads this time of the morning. "No cops so far," she said. I added, "It would be so wild to get stopped wearing nothing but your bathrobe." "It would be even wilder wearing nothing," she retorted, untying the robe and pulling it open as far as she could until her breasts were revealed again. "Oh, my Gawd!" I yelled, looking all around for anyone who might see her. "You're a crazy woman!" "You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetie," she winked at me, pulling her robe mostly closed. We made it back to her house without seeing any cops, or anyone else. Her garage allowed us a way to slip inside without her neighbors seeing us. Her husband was at the door to the garage already dressed for church. "Everything okay?" She replied for both of us, "Everything is better." Mrs. Thomas went to get her phone to call Mrs. Rayner. I suspected she was dying to know what happened. Pastor Thomas asked, "Thirsty?" "Yeah." I followed him into the kitchen. "I'm sorry about all of this," I said, apologetically. "I'm not. I have a beautiful girl in my kitchen." I didn't feel beautiful. I gave him points for trying though. He finished getting me a glass of water, "I'm glad you and my wife are getting close. She really cares about you ... and your mother." Not being sure what to say to that, I took a very long sip from the glass. Mrs. Thomas came into the kitchen with us. She was still in her bathrobe. "You need to get going, Bradley." I finally realized just how much I'd screwed up their morning big time. "I'm sorry I messed things up." Pastor Thomas replied, "My wife thrives on dealing with messes. You've probably made her day!" We all laughed a little. "I'm off to preach that sermon we talked about earlier ... well, not quite that one," he winked at me, heading to the kitchen door. "I'll call after the service," he said, and kissed his wife goodbye. ------- Mrs. Thomas led me into the family room. She then excused herself to go put something on. It was there that I finally recognized how different her home was compared to mine - no children. My first thought was that she'd have made a great mom. I heard her voice calling me. I tentatively walked into her bedroom. I could hear the noise of the hair dryer from the adjacent bathroom. She poked her head out the door. "Sorry, but I couldn't stand having wet hair any longer." Not the bathroom again. I stood in the doorway admiring her. She had taken off her robe. Her hair was almost dry. It flowed around her so elegantly. Her body was what I hoped mine would look like some day. "I'm almost done. I got tired of being so wet." I was getting very wet looking at her. Was I becoming a lesbian? When her hair was dry, she turned off the hair dryer and reached for my hand, pulling me in front of her so that I was facing the mirror. She looked at my hair closely, and picked up a brush. "I like your hair," she admiringly said. "You can wear it long or short and it looks great." I enjoyed how she was taking time to make me feel special. She put down the brush, stood behind me holding my shoulders while admiring her handy work. Catching me by surprise, she reached around to cup my breasts with both hands. "I love the size of your breasts. They make you look so sexy." "I wish they were a lot bigger." "They'll get bigger. You'll probably be your mom's size. Her mom is about the same size, too." I loved the attention she was giving me. I didn't feel like she was trying to seduce me. I was already seduced. She knew it, too. We walked back into her bedroom so she could put on a sundress she'd gotten out to wear. She didn't bother with panties or a bra. "I thought you were a nudist?" "I am, but if I don't put something on, you'll end up naked, too, and we'll have sex all day." Smiling wryly, I boldly asked, "I don't understand the problem?" She laughed, "You're a girl after my own heart. We can do that, too, if you want. But I want us to talk for a while. If we're naked, we're not likely going to be talking." "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "Me." I looked at her unsure how to take that. "And, no. I'm not that full of myself. But, I think you can learn a lot about your mom by learning about me." Cool, but I'd rather we'd talked about the big secret she shared with my mom though. "I guess you've figured out that I'm not the typical pastor's wife." I almost said 'duh'. "I'm a whole lot tamer now than when I was a teenager. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen." "I guess that makes me wilder than you," I said, grinning a little. "In some ways, yes. While I didn't fuck anyone until I was fifteen, I was giving out handjobs and blowjobs long before that. I never did anything with my brother though, or my two sisters who are older than him." "So, you've never done incest?" "I have, but I was older ... and it was different for me." She saw my puzzled look. "Patience, sweetie. I'm going to explain it. Let's get something to drink first though. Hungry?" I was. The toaster waffle at the Rayners wasn't going to cut it for much longer. We went into the kitchen and she started making us both an omelet. "One piece of advice, Melissa. While there's nothing wrong with being a nudist, it's taboo when you're cooking," she laughed. "I don't cook," I said. "You'll want to know how before you go off to college or move out on your own. I didn't. I regretted not letting my mom teach me, too. I was always too busy." She finished the omelets and we ate at the kitchen table. It gave us both some time to catch our breath and relax from everything that had happened that morning. When we were through, she put the dishes in the sink and said she'd take care of them later. I followed her back into the family room and we sat on the couch together. She sat facing me with her legs tucked under her. I followed her lead. "Melissa, what we talk about today can't leave this house." "I know how to keep a secret." "You've learned a lot of things over the past few days. You've learned those things in most cases by accident though." "I do seem to be accident prone," I meekly said. "There's a lesson for all of us to learn. For example, there was no excuse for that side gate to be unlocked like that. What if it had been someone other than you who saw what Julie was doing to Bradley?" "It would've been bad." "Very bad. Maggie and Kent apologized over and over for it being open like that. It was an oversight, but it was a huge one." "I wouldn't have ever told anyone." "I believe you," she sincerely said. "I think you know as well as anyone how important it is to be careful, maybe better than some who should know. That's why I'm going to tell you a lot of things about me. Things that could be used to hurt me badly if others found out." "You haven't killed anyone, have you?" "There was this one boyfriend..." We grinned at each other. "With that said, I have some videos to show you, if you want to see them." "Sure." "Do you want to know who is in them?" I nodded. "Me ... being a slut." Whoa. "Still want to see them?" "Sure," I tried to say as if it was no big deal. She smiled knowing I was dying to see them. She jumped off the couch saying, "I'll be right back." She left the room and came back within a minute carrying a large box. "This is part of our porn stash," she grinned. Part? She could've opened a store with what she had! She looked through the box for a short time before pulling out a VHS tape that was in a case with pictures on it. It looked like a porn video you'd buy. "Let's look at this one first." I was confused. I thought we were going to look at her in one of the homemade videos. She slid the tape into their VCR and grabbed the remote. "Bradley and I need to figure out how to get these on DVDs sometime," she said more to herself than me. The tape started playing as soon as she put it in. It was an older video. The case looked a little worn, too. "The beginning isn't all that good," she said as she began fast forwarding though the early parts. As the scenes flew by, the sex was just like what I'd expect in a porn movie. She hit the play button again, "Here, watch this." The scene had a girl probably about eighteen in it. She was with a guy who had a great body. He obviously worked out a lot. Mrs. Thomas kept glancing at me as I watched it. The girl was riding the guy's cock while he was playing with her tits. The angle gave a clear view of the girl's face. Then it dawned on me what I was watching. "That's you?!" "Uh huh. Crappy scene, but that's me." "You did a real porn video?" "I did more than a real porn video. I did lots of them." My mouth fell open in speechless shock. My pastor's wife was a porn actress? "Wild, huh?" "Fuck me!" "That he did. Look at the size of his cock, sweetie." Oh, my god. The man's dick was thick and long. And he was putting it to good use, too. "Listen to my moans. God, I hate this scene. This was one of the first I did. I needed moaning lessons." "Wow." "Kick in the head, isn't it?" I just stared at the TV. Mrs. Thomas finally moved off of the guy. He stood up and jerked off until he spurted cum on her face and tits. "Oh, my God," I breathlessly said. "I told you that you hadn't seen nothin' yet," she said with a bit of pride. She hit the pause button and turned back to me. "So, what do you think of me now ... knowing I did porn like that." "I never would've suspected. I can understand you not wanting anyone to know," I said. Looking at her again, I asked, "Does anyone know?" "Those closest to me know ... like the Rayners, Walcotts, and your parents ... and a few others." "Does anyone in your family know?" "Yep. My uncle and aunt know," she said while hitting the eject button. She got up and went back to the box and pulled out another VHS tape that was in a similar style case. She put it in the VCR and it started playing while she sat down. "Here's another one with me. It's a little 'wilder'." She fast forwarded through the early parts until it came to an orgy scene. "See if you can pick me out," she grinned. She kept staring at me most of the time instead of at the TV. She was waiting for my reaction. The camera focused on one small group of naked people having sex before moving to another ... and then another. It was a pretty big production. "There you are," I said. I remembered her hair style from the first one. All the actresses were skinny, some with bigger boobies than the others. Most had long hair. "That's me!" She was getting fucked doggie style in this scene while several other girls were lying close to her making out. She was getting pounded by the actor, and she looked like she was really enjoying it, too. One of the actresses moved and started kissing Mrs. Thomas. It was pretty hot. The guy pulled out and started cumming on her ass. The girl who was kissing her moved down her body and licked the cum off of her butt cheeks. The girl finally moved directly behind her, moving her face until she was licking Mrs. Thomas' asshole. I was aware Mrs. Thomas was watching me closely for my reaction. "Have you ever done that?" I nodded. "She was pretty good. She'd had a lot of practice." When the girl moved her face from Mrs. Thomas' ass, she hit the pause button again. She didn't say or do anything though. She looked at me, then looked back at the TV, and then back to me. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. I stared at the TV longer. Then I knew what she was waiting for. "MOM?!" I turned to look at Mrs. Thomas. "My mother?!" "I told you I was going to tell you our big secret." "Fucking hell," I whined breathlessly. My mom is in a porn movie! No frickin' wonder she was afraid to talk to me about things! "Things get a little more clear now, don't they," she stated. I again whined breathlessly, "No shit." Why couldn't I breathe? I was completely stunned. I wasn't sure what to think. My mom is a porn actress! I looked at Mrs. Thomas, then back at the TV. "My mom is a porn actress." I muttered, staring at the frozen image. "Was," she clarified. "Okay, 'was' a porn actress. My Gawd!" I couldn't take my eyes from the TV. "Oh, my Gawd! How ... I mean, when?" "This all happened back when we were in college. We became close friends when we were placed in the same dorm building together during our freshman year." She leaned close to my face, "And I do mean 'close'." I finally looked at her, "You were lovers?" "Well, we had sex together a lot. But it was just sex. We were very close friends though." "How did you end up doing porn?" "It was during summer breaks. The first time was after our freshman year. I have an uncle and aunt that live in southern California, close to where many of these types of movies are produced. My uncle is in the business." "Making porn movies?" "Yeah. He got us into it so we could make some money during summer breaks." "Just like that? A summer job making pornos? With your uncle? And your aunt didn't mind?" I asked, skeptically. "Pretty much," she replied. "My aunt lives a good life from the money my uncle makes." "And my mom was okay with that?" "She loved the idea. It seemed like easy money ... and we both liked sex. Although, the sex wasn't nearly as hot as you might think. With all the cameras and people around, a director telling you what to do ... it's not very glamorous. But the sex could be pretty good at times. The money wasn't bad at all for the time we put into it. In fact, we ended up with a lot of money, especially since we didn't have to pay for a place to stay." "Do my grandparents know?" "No. At least we don't think they know." "They just let her spend summers with you in California?" "They thought I was a good girl," she smiled sweetly. "She was an adult though. She could legally do what she wanted." "Wait. My daddy knows and doesn't care?" "He knows and doesn't care. He likes watching them with your mom." "Oh, my Gawd. How long did you do it? How many?" "We did it during three summer breaks. Your mom and I are probably in more than a hundred movies each." "A hundred?!" "Most were short scenes like this one. It goes on for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Many scenes ended up part of more than one movie. We'd usually do it three or four days a week when we weren't on our periods." "Are you in the same movies together?" "We're in some of the same movies, but usually in different scenes. It was kind of rare when we were actually together having sex in the same scene like this one." "I'd have never guessed ... my mom," I pensively said. I looked at her closely, "This is why she's afraid to talk to me about things, isn't it?" "Partly. Your mom was pretty wild back then. She's always been afraid of how you would react to her past." "I can see why. My Gawd!" "So, how are you feeling about this?" she asked. "What?" "To be blunt about it ... your mom, being a slut." I stared back at the screen again. She had cum on her lips that came off of Mrs. Thomas' butt from some porn actor's cock. Her tongue had been snaking in her friend's asshole. It had probably been watched by thousands and thousands of people, many of them jerking off to it. "I don't know how I feel." "That's what your mom is afraid of." I looked at her. "She's afraid you'll be disgusted with her. She loves you so much, Melissa. She sees so much of herself in you, too. She doesn't want you to make mistakes that will hurt you, but she wants you to be able to be yourself as well." I looked back at the screen. Mrs. Thomas hit play for a bit until there was an image of my mom's face without looking like she was having an orgasm or something. I've seen pictures of her when she was a teen. I did look a lot like her, especially when she was younger. If our hair styles were closer to the same, we could easily pass as sisters when she was closer to my age. In this scene, her hair was very long and dyed blonde. She had on a lot of makeup. I probably wouldn't have recognized her if I hadn't stared closely at the still image on the TV. She looked like a whore. "Is Mrs. Clark in any of these?" "She didn't ever go out there with us. She didn't know what we'd done until we came back after the first summer. I think she got jealous, but I don't think she would've done it anyways." "So, this isn't the secret she has with my mom?" I asked. "They have a different one." "You're not going to tell me that one, are you?" "I think if you're going to find out about that one, your mom should be the one to tell you." I sighed. "You're as impatient as your mom," she said, smiling at me. "Huh?" "You are your mother's daughter." I figured she was complimenting me, but I wasn't sure. "Does my mom know you were going to show me this?" "No. And don't you dare tell her or anyone else you know anything about this. This is our big secret." "Didn't you just break a promise with her?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "We promised to never hurt each other with this. This is hardly a secret we can control though. If someone buys or rents one of our movies, they might recognize us, but not very likely. You wouldn't have noticed your mom if I hadn't given you all kinds of subtle clues. But it's possible you could have stumbled across it at some point in the future on your own." I wasn't sure what to make of all this. My mom had to be really scared what I'd find out about her, and how I would judge her. Mrs. Thomas interrupted my thinking, "It's difficult for parents to be open with their kids, especially about their past. It's the wisdom gained from a mother's past that is so helpful when her child is trying to figure things out. I don't even have children and know that. I know your mom wants to be able to talk to you about anything, but she wants to be respected by you as your mother. She wants you to be able to look up to her when you need advice and help. She's afraid she'll lose that respect." "Why don't you have kids?" "I can't. Bad plumbing." "That totally sucks," I said. "You'd be a great mom." "Thank you," she hugged me. "We've talked about adopting. We may still do it." "I could be your babysitter," I volunteered. "You'll be at the top of the list to call," she squeezed me to her. She pulled out some other tapes and played them for me, always fast forwarding to scenes with herself or my mom in them. Most of them were like the first ones. They were either one on one or group sex scenes. Both of them had sex with men and women. Some of the movies actually had plots. Most didn't really seem to even bother trying to tell a story though. Then I saw Mom stuffed with a cock in her pussy, ass and mouth at the same time. "I don't believe it. Doesn't that hurt?" "You mean anal sex?" "Yeah. I can't image taking something that big up my butt. Sheesh. Mom looks like she's been doing it forever." "She was ready for it. She had a dildo in her butt before that scene to get ready. You don't just pop a hard cock in your ass that easy." "But still! Gawd! Doesn't it hurt?" "Not if you go slowly at first. You have to be relaxed, and lubed up good, or it will hurt. It feels great once you get used to it. If you take your time at first, the guy can eventually slam his dick in and out of you without it hurting at all." It looked like it should hurt, but Mrs. Thomas assured me they were well prepped before the scenes started. The last thing the director wanted was for an actress to get hurt and not be able to finish a scene. That would cost even more money in lost time than just taking the time to get the girl ready. Most of the actors had a lot of experience as well. "I guess I'll eventually give it a try." "If you're really your mother's daughter, eventually will come sooner than later," she teased. I blushed profusely. Was I really like this woman I was watching? "This is just so unreal," I said. "I hope she didn't use her real name." "We came up with names. My aunt came up with your mom's name - Cara Cream." "Cara Cream?" I rolled my eyes. Laughing, Mrs. Thomas said, "Mine was Missy Swank." "Sheesh. I think I'd rather just use my own name. It'd be less embarrassing than getting caught using those names." "The trick is to come up with something people will remember and identify you with. The more fans you have, the more money you can demand. It's all about selling yourself." "It's like prostitution then." "Maybe. But non-porn actors and actresses do the same. Many change their names for various reasons. Usually it's a marketing issue that motivates it." "I'd come up with something cool though." "Like what?" she curiously asked. "Like ... Jenna Sin maybe." "That's good, but spell it with two n's. Jenna Sinn. You should keep that in mind for when you turn eighteen." "No frickin' way I'm doing movies like that," I proclaimed. "I never imagined ever doing it when I was thirteen. My uncle made it an easier decision. It's certainly not the best career path to take though." Mrs. Thomas popped in yet another movie. She searched for a scene before hitting play again. "Watch this closely. But don't freak out on me," Mrs. Thomas said. The guy in Mom's ass pulled out and swapped positions with the guy Mom had been sucking off. Mom didn't even flinch when the cock that had been in her ass was placed at her lips. "She's not..." Before I could even finish saying it, my mom started sucking it. "Fucking gross!" "It's not so bad." "Not so bad?! That cock was just deep inside her ass!" "Her ass was squeaky clean before they started, sweetie," I looked at her warily. "Haven't you rimmed anyone before?" "Yeah, but rimming is mainly on the outside, not deep down in someone's poop chute." "Your mom had several enemas beforehand, and she'd watched what she ate since the previous day, which meant she ate next to nothing since the previous afternoon. I've done it, too. It's pretty kinky, but not gross like you think." She leaned close to me. "I've done it for my husband a few times," she grinned. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to try once, I thought. There was more swapping around from ass to mouth over the next few minutes. "People get off on porn like that?" "There's an audience for everything. One director wanted your mom and me to take several cocks in our ass at the same time. We opted not to do those movies. Many girls do take two up the butt at the same time though." "One cock at a time would be hard enough to handle." "Just wait until you have a guy that knows what he's doing fuck your cute little butt. I think you'll see things differently." Watching all of this with Mrs. Thomas was pretty wild. It was just me and her. It was like we'd known each other forever. I thought about how Mrs. Clark had gotten me started with her and her husband. I felt a real closeness to her still, but Mrs. Thomas and I just seemed to click when we were together. Mrs. Clark was always trying to be a mentor while exposing me to new things. Mrs. Thomas wanted to be a best friend. I just wished my mom could be either of them. Some scenes had my mom or Mrs. Thomas swallowing several loads of sperm after a number of guys took turns shooting off in their mouths, or in a glass sometimes. Many times they would swap cum between their mouths with other actresses, too. They'd let it spill out of their mouth into another girl's open mouth. I couldn't wait to try that out with Sarah. The movies that really intrigued me the most though were a few lesbian themed ones they had done. Those videos were like a regular series. The plot was generally the same in each one. It involved two mothers swapping their daughters with each other for an arranged sex session in different rooms of the same house. The dialogue was much better in those as well. The situation in those movies was much like what seemed to be going on with Sarah and me. We were having sex with each other's parents, almost like an arranged swap. Could this be the inspiration for what was going on? "Doris, are my parents and the Clarks doing this with me and Sarah?" She looked at me thoughtfully for a while. She needed to think what she could reveal to me. "Melissa, all of your parents love you kids very much. They want the best for you. Everyone. And they all believe that sex is a lot of fun and should be enjoyed. So they have wanted to make sure that you learn about sex in a positive way, that you can enjoy sex. That you can have fun with sex. They didn't want you to discover it in a bad way with some inconsiderate young guys who only think of themselves and not of you. And you possibly getting hurt or put in a bad situation." We both looked at each other for a moment. "Do you understand how much your parents love you, Melissa?" "Yeah ... I guess that's how all of us kids got involved then?" "More or less. No one has ever been forced or coerced though. If you'd shown no interest in Colleen that first time, she'd have likely stopped trying, at least until you'd maybe shown some interest later on." "Does Jamie know about these porn movies?" "No." "Sarah, Pam, or Peter?" "Nope." "Julie, Kari, or Mike?" "Nuh uh. You're it, kiddo." "So cool." She laughed. We watched scenes from different movies for a while longer. I couldn't get enough of watching Mrs. Thomas or my mom being complete sluts for the world to see. "Oh, wait. I forgot about this one with your mom. Ready for something really wild?" How much wilder can things get?! She put the movie in without telling me what it was about. When it started, it immediately became clear it was an incest themed one. Mom played one of the teenage daughters. She had sex with her sister, brother, father, and mother. Mrs. Thomas then told me, "Very little is taboo when it comes to porn, except that you have to be at least eighteen to legally do it." "That's why the videos like the ones taken last night would get everyone locked up?" I asked. "Most of them definitely would, but not all necessarily. Maybe not even the Twister game. Just being nude like that isn't illegal. It depends on whether it caught some of the real game playing going on." "What did you see?" "I saw Penny lick her dad's cock," she said. "But you saw that, too." "Oh, my Gawd. I didn't think anyone else could see that!" "The Rayners are a bit of a kinky bunch. Maggie has always been the one to do some of the craziest stuff. Penny takes after her. Sometimes I don't know about those two." I knew what she probably was referring to. I'd never forget the image of Mrs. Rayner licking her blindfolded daughter's pussy and asshole in that video my parents had. I was pretty sure Mrs. Thomas had seen it, but I didn't want to let her know yet that I'd seen it, too. "Are you ever afraid they will go too far ... and get everyone in trouble?" "Maggie isn't really careless, just wild. Outside of her close friends and family, she looks and acts like anyone else." "Are they doing stuff ... with their kids?" "Well, you saw what Penny did. There are other situations I'm aware of. I don't think they're having family orgies, but I know some things have happened." "It's not like I'm innocent or anything, but I've only done things with my brother." "I'm not judging them," Mrs. Thomas said. "If they're all cool with whatever they do, then I'm not going to say it's wrong. Most people would think different though." "But we're not most people," I grinned. "Thank God for that," she laughed. I was a little upset with myself for getting horny watching the incest movie. The sister-brother stuff didn't bother me. I was far from innocent when it came to that. But the father-daughter and mother-daughter scenes were really wicked. I wasn't supposed to get horny watching porn movies of my mom, much less ones where she's pretending to have sex with her father and mother. But, I was. Mrs. Thomas was also getting horny. She moved to sit closer to me. Her hand was playing in my hair and caressing my neck. I glanced at her covered breasts and could clearly make out her hard nipples. During one of the scenes of an older woman with a younger girl, she began nuzzling my neck with her face. It only took a few moments before I turned to face her and our lips pressed together. We began making out like two lovers. Our tongues were constantly in each other's mouths. The movie was completely forgotten as we got lost in each other on her couch. Boldly I pulled her sundress over her head. She stripped me out of my clothes. We then took our time exploring each other's bodies. First with our hands, and then with our mouths and tongues. We'd licked almost every inch of each other's body before she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. Once there, she got out a collection of her toys, including a double dildo and a strap-on. We made use of both of them. I don't know if I was in love with her, but I treated her like I was. She seemed to be acting the same way with me. It took a phone call from her husband to finally get us to stop. He called to let us know that the service was over. It wasn't unusual for them to get visitors from church members during the afternoon. He was giving his wife a heads up. "We need to take another shower, sweetie. And, unfortunately, get presentable." "Do I need to leave?" "It might be best. Bradley explained that my absence was because I was ministering a church member with a problem." "And I guess people would figure out I was 'the problem' if they found me here. "You're not a problem, Melissa. Just a girl I adore who happens to have a problem that I could help with." I hugged her tightly. "I hope I helped." "You did. I don't know what to do though." "You'll figure it out." "Are you going to tell Mom that you told me about Sarah?" "It's probably better if she isn't aware that you know. Sarah may even tell you soon anyway." I had a lot to digest. My mom had a past that I never would've suspected. I understood why she had problems talking to me about what was going on. I had the same problem! I was just like her in so many ways. I didn't know how to get beyond it though. ------- It was a little after one o'clock when we left her house. She drove us to a restaurant on the other side of the city to get something to eat. She said no one from our church would likely be there. After we were seated, she began asking me about my plans for school. "You're not going to be a cheerleader this year?" "Nope. I'd have to be on the competition squad this year to cheer at all. They might take a few girls for basketball season who aren't in the competitions, but I doubt I'll even do that." "Why don't you want to be on the competition squad? You move gracefully. You're in great shape and very flexible. You look great." "Thanks," I blushed. "The problem is that I don't care much for doing all the required gymnastics. It takes a lot of time. Plus, I'm a little taller than your typical flyer ... the ones doing the twists in the air and most of the stunts. I'd end up being a base, catching the flyers. If I'm going to put in as much time as I'd be required to doing the gymnastics training, I'd want to be a flyer." "I would've gone to the games and competitions just to watch you." "That's cool," I said. "You can come and sit with me anyways." "I'd like that, too. If I come, don't feel obligated to sit with me though. You're going to have a lot of boys wanting to hang out with you." "They never have before." "That's because you were on the field cheering," she explained. "Now you'll be in the stands. Things will be very different." "I guess." We talked more about church than anything else while we ate. She explained how she and her husband felt about what they were doing and how they were able to be leaders of their church at the same time. She admitted they were breaking quite a few commandments and bible scriptures. But, she and her husband didn't believe the bible was without its own flaws. After all, it had been written by man. It might have been inspired by God, but the obvious inconsistencies were proof that man had put his own spin to a number of things, for various reasons. The life lessons on how to be a good person to others and the community were what they took from it and tried to teach. I asked how she had met her husband. She met him out in California. He knew she had done porn, but it didn't bother him at all. He was through with college and had become involved in a progressive church. He followed her back here, and then started a small church that grew into what it is today. He never was ashamed of her for her experience with hardcore porn. If anything, it turned him on. But they both knew she couldn't continue with that. It wasn't a life that my mom wanted either. My mom met my daddy during her senior year in college, and got married after they both graduated. Mom told him everything while they dated. He was already in love with her though. The past didn't matter to him. Just like with Pastor Thomas, it seemed to turn him on as well. Of course, he'd never told me that. As she was driving me home, I remembered something I'd meant to ask before. "Doris, earlier you mentioned you'd been involved in incest. Who was it with?" "I'm surprised you didn't guess. It was with my uncle and aunt when I stayed with them." "Wow. Makes sense though. Did my mom know?" "She was usually in the middle of the pile with us." My mouth hung open. "Are you really that surprised?" She laughed when I threw my hands up in surrender. Nothing should surprise me anymore. "Jamie was your first experience with incest?" she asked. "Not exactly," I said. "When I was about nine, I did some touching and kissing with a cousin. He was about eleven. He mostly liked rubbing himself on me. He'd kiss my nipples. Other than that, not much else happened. He never even put his finger inside me." "Just mainly kissing cousins then?" she asked. "Yeah. He liked for me to touch his cock, but both of us were afraid to do much else." I glanced over at her and added, "I've never told anyone about that other than you." "I'm glad you told me," she said, smiling. "It makes me feel special. There are some other things I'd like to share and do with you, too." "Yeah?" "You should come to church this coming week. It would be great if your whole family came." "Maybe I will. I just usually get bored though." "The youth group does some fun things and outings," she told me. "I'm sure some of your friends go with them. Give it a try. If it's still boring, then at least you can say you gave it a chance. Bradley and I try to encourage fellowship and community. Our approach isn't to shove God down your throat. I think you'd enjoy it." "Sounds more like a club or something." "That's what we're shooting for," she stated. "It's important to be involved in the community. You can do a lot more by just being a friend than beating someone over the head with hell and damnation threats. As for telling people how to live, we believe in the 'no harm, no foul' principle." "Cool," I said. This church thing didn't sound so bad anymore. "You should get Jamie to go, too. He went on a summer retreat with the youth group a few years back." "I remember that. He kept telling me about references to sex in the bible when he got back," I said, giggling. "Figures," she said, chuckling. "The bible is full of sex references. Homosexual and incest references occur quite often in the bible." "He still knows a lot of them. It's weird how he remembers stupid shit like that." "Boys," she said in feigned exasperation. "Do they ever grow up?" "All men are still little boys at heart. They grow up in many other nice ways though," she winked. Maybe I would go to church. ------- Mom met us at the door as we were coming inside. I assumed she knew much of what had happened that morning. I was certain Mrs. Rayner had filled her in. What she didn't know were the things Mrs. Thomas had told me. I told Mrs. Thomas I would see her the next day and went straight up to my room. I glanced back and saw a bit of a grimace on Mrs. Thomas' face. I realized I was running away from Mom ... yet again. I didn't stop though. I'd had three showers so far that day, but I was still in the same clothes I'd worn the day before. I stripped down and put on a pair of panties and a long t-shirt, and then crashed on my bed. I was sleepy and tired. I stared at the ceiling, while thinking about what I'd learned about Mom. I still couldn't believe that she had ever been that wild. I thought Mrs. Rayner had been the wild one. Mom beat her for that title easily. It also became easy to understand why she wasn't so open with me. I could also understand why she probably was shielding me from some things, like the nudist camping. She didn't want me to get too involved with things too quickly; afraid it would get out of control. Mom had probably not had that kind of guidance from my grandmother. About fifteen minutes later, Mom walked into my bedroom after knocking on the open door. I assumed she and Mrs. Thomas had talked much of that time. She stood there a moment before she said, "Melissa, you need to be more careful about the way you leave your bed." What the fuck? I leaned up on my elbows looking at her with a confused stare. "Yesterday, before you left, without telling me, you should've made up your bed. It was a mess. You could've at least changed the sheets." I was speechless. After camping out naked with a bunch of people, with her full knowledge, all that could come out of her mouth was to bitch at me about my sheets? And she wasn't even asking me how they got the way they were! What the fucking hell? I finally said, "Yes, ma'am." It was an automatic response. She wasn't talking with me. She was talking at me, as she usually did. She turned to leave the room before stopping. She then came back over to me and sat on the bed. She pulled me up to her and hugged me tightly. I didn't hug her back though, but she didn't let go. It was incredibly awkward. Her hands rubbed up and down my back. Neither of us said anything to the other for the longest time. She held her head tighter against me. I finally wrapped my arms around her, hugging her back. The hug became more earnest between the both of us. She nuzzled her head against my neck. I thought I heard Mom say she was sorry. She pulled back and looked at me closely, and then told me to my face. "I'm sorry you found out about everything the way you did yesterday. Your father and I should've told you before. I should've told you." I wasn't sure what to say. I knew what I felt though. "I love you, Mom." "I love you, too. Much more than you probably think." She hugged me to her tightly again before pulling back and looking at me closely again. "I'll try to change," she softly said. She could read my mind. I didn't like that about her. But in that instance, I could read her mind as well though. She was trying. "I'll try, too." "We need to talk about some things later with you, your father and me." "Am I in trouble?" "No, you're not in trouble," she tenderly said. "We need to talk about yesterday though." She kissed my forehead and got up, leaving the room. She was still finding it hard to talk about things with me alone, but maybe the hard part was almost over though. Time would tell, and it was still early in the afternoon. And just what part of yesterday did they want to talk to me about? ------- Chapter 19 The past few days had left me feeling like I'd walked into a whole different world. I was now aware of one of my parents' secrets, whether they liked it or not. I was still certain they'd preferred I'd stayed in the dark about the whole nudist thing. I also knew the truth about Sarah. I wasn't sure how to process that yet. I was doing the same thing with her parents. Maybe I wanted my parents to be above all of that. I was still learning that they were just as human and flawed as everyone else though. I still loved them, but it made me a bit uneasy knowing they were like the Clarks. Sarah and I likely would eventually talk about it. Some of the details might be upsetting. I didn't think it would hurt our friendship though. We both already had suspected the other's involvement. If anything, it had drawn us closer. Jamie knew I was still mad at him. My parents probably knew I was pissed at him as well. I wasn't sure what all my parents had been told about the day before, but I suspected the angry scene with my brother had been mentioned to them by someone. Then there was the revelation about my mom having been a porn actress. She hadn't just done an amateur movie like a lot of people do. She had been in big productions, doing all kinds of sex acts with other professional porn actors. If people found out, it would be a disaster. We'd probably have to move away to find any peace. But like Mrs. Thomas had said, it wasn't very likely anyone would recognize her or Mom. It was always a real possibility though. I was quickly learning that was the problem with any secret. Neither Mom nor Daddy came to talk to me during the afternoon like I'd expected. I was getting pretty anxious about it, too. I waited around in my room on them until late in the afternoon. I napped a good part of the time though, so they may not have wanted to disturb me. While I was awake though, I couldn't get the images of Mom from the porn movies out of my head. She'd really been a professional porn actress! I'd always thought of those actresses as skanky whores looking for another way to make money. Mrs. Thomas left me with the impression that many of the girls weren't whores. Most wanted to do regular movies, and this was just a way to survive until they got a big break. During the early evening, Mom joined the rest of us in the family room as we were watching television. She sat by Daddy and looked at him closely. Their nonverbal communication wasn't new to me. She had something on her mind, and was looking for reassurance from her husband. "Look everyone," Mom started saying. "After what Melissa found out yesterday, I think we need to talk about where we go from here." We need to talk? We? What happened to them talking to me? "Your father and I have decided we'd like to try something, if the two of you are open to it." She looked at Daddy again. "We'd like to try the nudist lifestyle here at home ... on a trial basis." Wow. I wasn't expecting that! "Now that Melissa has spent some time around others, I think we should try it together as a family for a while." She looked at me, and added some emphasis, "The whole family." It felt good to be considered as part of the whole family for once. I didn't say anything. I was speechless. Jamie just sat there as well. Daddy wouldn't even look in my direction for more than a glance. He obviously was outside his comfort zone with this. "We can't just go nude all the time though. We'll have to do it only at certain times, and then have signals to let each other know when guests or visitors will be here." "So, we're going to hide it?" I asked. "Yes and no. Yes, we'll hide it from people that just won't ever understand. But, we also don't want to make things uncomfortable for people who might understand, but aren't nudists." Mom looked at Daddy for help. He added, "It'll be okay to be nude when guests aren't here. If you plan to have someone over, you need to let everyone know. When in doubt about whether to be nude or not though, then we'll wear clothes while they're here." "Won't we be getting in and out of clothes all the time?" I asked. Mom replied, "That's why we're just doing it on a trial basis for now. We might just do it at certain times of the day, depending on how things go." Jamie asked, "So, when do we start?" I wondered if they'd already talked this over with Jamie. Daddy responded, "Now is as good a time as any." Mom and Daddy looked at each other awkwardly. Jamie jumped up as if he was about to get naked, but didn't want to be the first to start taking his clothes off. Surprisingly, it was Daddy that stood up and started stripping down first. Mom and Jamie followed right behind him. I just lay there on the floor and stared at the TV, occasionally glancing at them while they were getting naked. When Daddy pulled down his underwear, I was surprised to see he had shaved off all the hair around his cock and balls. He noticed my surprised look, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all. I wondered when he'd done it, and if Mom had asked him to. "Don't sit down yet," Mom said, before leaving the room for a short time. She came back with some towels for each of us. "Use these to sit on," she said, tossing each of us one of them. She paused before throwing one to me though, sort of grimacing because I hadn't budged from where I was laying. "Yeah, especially you, sis," Jamie joked, not realizing the unspoken discussion I was having with Mom. I knew she was pissed because I hadn't taken my clothes off. She was trying to include me. I was being stubborn though. I knew it was petty, but I was just as pissed still about everything as she probably was now at me. She seemed to realize that asking me why I wasn't joining in wouldn't do anything but stir bad feelings even more, so she left me alone. I did give Jamie another one of my evil glares though. He wasn't in my good graces yet, and I was reminding him of that, too. He seemed to quickly remember he was still in my shit house from the day before. I so needed to get a copyright on my evil glare. They all sat back down with their clothes next to them. I quickly glanced over at them a couple of times. They still seemed to be waiting for me to join in, but none of them brought it up. I was still put off by them keeping this all a secret. But, they were trying to include me for once. Mom still hadn't talked to me about it though. She'd left that up to others. I still felt like the baby. An outsider even. I didn't know what to feel at that moment. So, I did nothing. No one pushed the issue with me either. Curiosity kept me looking back at my parents though. I was actually hanging out with them while they were naked! Daddy sat there with his legs open somewhat. His cock wasn't hard, but it looked impressive just the same. The men I'd been around the past few days had nothing over him. But it was just so awkward with it being my father. Mom then said to the whole room, "Maybe we could go camping in a couple of weekends, before school starts back." Daddy and Jamie said that would be great. I just stared ahead and said nothing. It seemed to create serious tension in the room as well. I wanted them to feel awkward though. Maybe they'd understand what I'd been feeling. After a moment, Mom asked, "What do you think, Melissa?" She was trying. I gave her credit for that. "Who would we go with?" I asked, still staring at the TV. "Bob, Colleen, and Sarah might be interested." I looked over at her incredulously, "Mom, they aren't nudists." Why didn't she mention the Walcotts, Rayners, or Thomases? "They're going to start trying it out, too." What the... "Have they already told Sarah about that?" "They're going to talk about it tonight with her. If she's comfortable with it, then they're going to give it a try." I found it interesting that they didn't ask me if I was comfortable with it. They just said they were going to do it. Mom asked, "Didn't you have a good time yesterday?" If ever there was a loaded question, that was it. I didn't answer. Mom did give us a few more rules. First, towels were required when sitting on chairs and such. Also, cooking required an apron at a minimum, even for the guys. If we were eating or drinking something hot, either wear something or take great care not to spill and get a nasty scalding. We'd figure other things out as we went along. I never did take my clothes off that evening. I wasn't happy with things, but I did like the idea of going naked around the house without worrying about getting caught by Mom or Daddy ------- Later Sunday night, Sarah called. "Hey, girl." "Hey back," I said. "Do you know what I'm doing right now?" "Sitting naked somewhere in your house while talking to me?" "Are you naked, too?" "Not right now!" I firmly stated. "Why?" "Cause I'm still pissed," I informed her. "Do you know how I found out about this nudist stuff?" "Mom told me you accidentally discovered it yesterday." "We need to talk," I told her. "You and Jamie need to talk, too." "I'm not talking with him tonight," she said. "I'm pissed with him." That made it unanimous. I said, "He's known about this, you know." "That's why I'm not talking to him." "You gonna breakup with him?" "No. But he should've told us." "Hells yeah!" I exclaimed. "He's on the tip top of my shit list." "Pam told me earlier that you almost whipped his butt in front of everyone." Oh shit. I decided not to wear any boy beater shirts anytime soon. I was close to ruining my reputation as a sweet little thing. "Not really," I replied. "I just punched his shoulder a few times." "Pam told me you were really pissed off." "I was! Gawd, I can't believe they all hid this from us for this long." "I told Pam that too," Sarah said. "She said she couldn't tell us though because of 'a promise'." "Fuck that, I say. If she can't trust us, then I don't trust her much anymore." "I wish I'd been there," she said. "Yeah, I bet," I said rather sarcastically. I bet she really would've jumped out of my parents' bed to be there with me. I was sure she had been bored to death. Not! "Are you mad at me?" she asked. I wasn't ready to get into the stuff involving her and my parents though. "I meant, I wish you had, too. You could've been as freaked out as I was. At least I would've had a real friend to hang with." I was proud of myself for not gagging as I said that last part. "Pam told me that you and Kari were alone with Jamie when playing a game," she inquired. "He only fucked me when we were with Kari," I said. "She wanted to watch us." "So, he didn't fuck anyone but you?" Sarah asked. "I didn't see him fuck anyone else, but I can't swear that he didn't. There was a lot of stuff going on. He was alone with others at times. He had opportunities, but it wasn't like he was humping everyone's leg, looking to get laid." "I guess that's cool then." "Would it really bother you if he did?" I asked. "It shouldn't. Probably not if it was Kari, Penny or Julie, but for some reason I don't like the idea of him being with Pam right now." I wondered if Jamie minded that his girlfriend was slutting around with our parents while he tried to control his own urges. I almost said something like that too, but I controlled my own urge to slam her. I replied, "I don't like the idea of either of us being with Pam right now!" "Too true. Mel, you know you're my best friend." "You're mine, too." I wondered if she could feel the heat of my evil glare as I stared at the phone. Then my best friend redeemed herself ... sorta. "There's important stuff I want to tell you sometime," she said softly. I froze for a moment, quickly debating what to say. I so needed to believe she wanted to tell me what was going on between her and my parents. I then realized just how hypocritical I was being. I decided to go for it. "I've got stuff I need to tell you, too," I meekly replied. "I'm pretty sure I know what it is." "Same here." "I knew the other day ... when we were talking," she admitted. "It's hard to talk about it though, even with your best friend. I don't want to hide it from you." I would've died for her after she said that. "I don't want to keep things from you either," I told her. "It's just ... how do you talk about it? You know?" "I know, Mel. We'll talk about it sometime soon. Not over the phone though. Can we hang out tomorrow?" "I'm spending the day with Mrs. Thomas." "Pastor Thomas' wife?" she asked in amazement. "How did that happen?" "Long story and its part of what we need to NOT talk about over the phone," I explained. "Is your phone bugged or something?" she joked. "Sometimes I feel like Jason Bourne, uncovering conspiracies and shit. My world isn't what I thought it was, especially not the people in it." "Are you an assassin?" "I feel like killing a few people," I sorta joked. "I think we do have a lot to talk about." "I love you, Sarah." "I love you more." ------- I did take my clothes off when I went to bed though. I woke up early the next morning. It was becoming a bad trend. I was used to sleeping in. I was going to have to start getting up early soon enough when school started back next month. Mondays sucked anyway. I couldn't go back to sleep though, so I got up. It helped that both my parents had already left the house. It was going to be a typical Monday, which is usually typical for every other weekday. Jamie always slept in late. With him not hanging around me, I took advantage of the new house rules. It was fun walking around naked, sprawling out in the family room among other places without worrying about getting caught. I got horny at the thought of someone catching me though, and rubbed a good one out at the idea of it. While sitting in the family room naked, I again wondered why Mom only mentioned the Clarks when talking about camping. Then I realized that the others would create way too much explaining. She obviously wasn't ready to get into a discussion about all of them. Camping would be new for Sarah, too. She could let Mrs. Clark handle me as well, like she's been doing all along. I wished Mom knew that I had learned about her past. Maybe she would be more open to talking with me about things. But, I promised Mrs. Thomas I wouldn't let on that she'd told me. Mom would know she told me, and then she'd be mad at her. It was going to take something else to break down this wall between me and Mom. I was relaxing while watching TV when the doorbell rang. I jumped up startled. I was naked still. I glanced out the window and saw Mrs. Thomas. "Fuck! I forgot!" I said angrily to myself. I went to the door and opened it partially, and told Mrs. Thomas to come on in. As I opened it further, I stayed behind the door so no one from the street would see me. "Well this is a nice welcome," she said, smiling while staring at me. "I'm sorry. I forgot. Let me go get dressed." "Mind if I come with you?" I took her hand and led her upstairs. I almost stopped near the top of the stairs when I realized Jamie might be naked in the hallway. I decided to take the chance, and led her on to my room. "Is this a new thing? Sitting around the house naked?" While pulling some clothes out of my closet, I said, "My parents told us we could try being nudists around the house on a trial basis." "Nice! How do you feel about that?" "It's cool. I like being included in something for a change." "Did you talk any with your mom about Saturday?" "Sort of." She cocked her head waiting for me to elaborate. "She told me she was sorry I found out the way I did. She said she was going to try to change." "What did you say?" "I, well, I didn't know what to say ... as usual." "Oh," she said. I knew she was disappointed. "I told her I'd try to change, too ... and that I love her." She smiled big time at that. After I got dressed and primped some, we left to go shopping. Mostly what we did was look and talk though. I told her everything about my parents bringing up the nudist idea. I asked her if she had said anything to Mom about us trying that, and she said she hadn't. She had only told my mom to go talk to me. She was glad Mom was trying, and would continue to try to encourage her, but that I needed to do more myself. I needed to step out of my own comfort zone. That shouldn't be so hard since I was hardly comfortable in my comfort zone any way. We tried on some outfits at different places. She wanted to see the kinds of things I liked. She had a great sense of style for herself, but she explained she had to be careful not to dress too sexy. I could never be a pastor's wife. We had a blast in Victoria Secrets. The sales lady thought we were mother and daughter. We had a lot of fun making her uncomfortable thinking we were. Mrs. Thomas held up a cutout halter teddy which basically covered nothing but a girl's boobs and cooch. It was obviously too small for Mrs. Thomas. "Do you think this would fit?" "I think you may need a different size," said the sales lady standing close to her. "I can see if we have one in the back." "I'm not buying it for me. It's for my daughter," she replied, holding it up to me. I almost broke out laughing at the sales lady's reaction. It was totally not what a mom would buy her young teen daughter! "Nothing but the best for my girl," she said looking at me. I was struggling hard to keep a straight face. I picked out a satin lace-up corset, and said just loud enough for those really close by to hear, "If you bought this one, Daddy or your boyfriend would have sex with you all night. Maybe even at the same time like last weekend." Mrs. Thomas was the one struggling this time to keep a straight face. We didn't stay in the store long after that. Both of us were about to piss ourselves. ------- We ate in the food court at the mall. There weren't a lot of people there. It was probably typical for a Monday. It gave us a chance to talk some more about the past few days without people right on top of us. "Melissa, now that you've had time to think about what I told you yesterday about your mom, what are you feeling?" "I'm not really sure. It's like she's two different people. There's the mom I've always known, who is just like most any other mom, and then there is this wild woman that I've never met." "She does a great job of hiding that from you." "I wish she wouldn't. She's my mom. I know she isn't perfect. I don't care if she did porn. She just did it for the extra money, and probably the fun of it." "Well, you don't know how close she was to making a career out of it." "Why didn't she?" "She had every intention of going back after graduation and doing more movies. My uncle would've taken her in. I love my uncle, but he can be pretty sleazy. He had no problem letting his sister's daughter do porn. He certainly had no issues with fucking me either. I wouldn't have been able to persuade him to talk her out of it. She was an adult with the right to do what she wanted. Many of the types of movies we were involved in were pretty popular at the time. He had plenty of work for her, if she wanted it." She looked at me closely, "What stopped her were her feelings for your father. She fell for him hard. He fell for her just as hard. It was the best thing that ever happened to her." "They are pretty tight," I said. "I hope I find someone like that when I'm older." "I'm sure you will. It also will likely be someone you least expect, too." "Why do you say that?" "Look at me," she said. "I was doing porn and living a pretty wild life, I ended up falling deeply in love with a minister." "I don't think your husband is a typical minister," I chuckled. "Maybe not, but I never would've thought someone like him would be my husband when I was your age." She looked at me closely, "Love can happen when you least expect it." "I'm too young to be in love." "Maybe. Maybe not." "Are you trying to tell me something?" "I'm telling you that life has a way of sneaking up on you. Be open to opportunities to be with new people, and to trying new things. Your mom went from a potentially lucrative porn career, to being a respected suburban wife and mom. And I know she doesn't regret it for one moment." "I thought you were going to tell me that my Prince Charming was outside on his horse." "He just might be," she said, smiling. "Guys aren't really interested in me, except maybe for sex." "I disagree." "You DO know something I don't. Spill it, woman!" I cringed when I realized just how overly familiar I was getting with her. She was an adult, after all. She just laughed at me though. "Let's just say that I'm very observant," she said, then gave me a sly smile. "You're not going to tell me who?" "I bet you'll find out soon enough," she winked. "I thought you were my friend?" "If I told you, it'd take the fun out of it." Adults can be so annoying. "Maybe we should go back to Victoria Secrets and buy that outfit for me, mother dearest. I want to impress my secret Prince Charming." "I think that sales lady was calling child protective services when we were leaving." "You're a very bad mother," I playfully scolded her. "Like daughter, like mother," she smiled. "I would love to have a daughter just like you." I blushed, "My mom would probably rent me out cheaply." "You're priceless, sweetie." I felt she was priceless to me as well. ------- We spent the whole afternoon going to different places to shop. I had a blast with her. She was so full of energy and fun to be around. She never once even tried to persuade me to go somewhere so we could have sex. It was just two girls shopping, just like she said it would be the previous day. While we took our time in a bunch of different stores, I talked with her about school and cheerleading ... and boys, and she told me about her days when she was thirteen. When we got to my house around six o'clock, Mrs. Thomas came inside with me. Mom met us in the hallway and led us into the family room where my parents had been watching TV. They were both still dressed. "What's with the clothes?" Mrs. Thomas asked. "Melissa said you all were trying out going nude." Mom said, "We're giving it a try and seeing how it works out. We still haven't figure out the best times to go nude though, what with people dropping by and all." "I feel your pain, but try being in charge of a church! Is anyone else here beside us?" "Jamie is upstairs." "So, let's get naked, guys!" Mrs. Thomas started stripping down where she stood. My parents looked at each other. Then they looked at me as I started stripping off my clothes. I could tell Mom was really surprised, especially after how I'd acted the previous day. Mrs. Thomas added, "Come on, guys. You know I'm a nudist, too." Daddy stood up and watched us taking off our clothes for a few moments. "What the hell," he said as he started stripping. Mom joined right in as well. Mom had placed some clean towels for us to use in a corner of the room. Most people wouldn't pay attention to them being there the way the room was situated. I sat down in a chair and started watching TV with Daddy while Mrs. Thomas and Mom started talking together. I found myself getting jealous. I wished I was their age so I could more easily fit in. I started feeling really awkward just sitting there. Before long though, Mrs. Thomas and Mom went up to her bedroom. Now I was sitting there naked with Daddy. I was really beginning to feel awkward. I kept wondering if he was checking me out. I knew he'd likely seen me in videos having sex with the Clarks, which made me feel even worse. Was he remembering those images while he looked at me? Did he only think of me as a teen slut now? I needed to get out of there, so I decided to follow Mrs. Thomas and Mom upstairs. Mom's bedroom door was still open when I walked by on my way to my own room. There was no way I was going to Jamie's room. He was still on my list of people needing to die a horrible death. I left my door open so I could listen to what was going on though. After about five minutes, I heard my parents' bedroom door close. I walked out into the hallway and listened outside the door. I could hear the TV on, but couldn't make out what they were watching. It then dawned on me that Mrs. Thomas might have some of the video from Saturday night, and was showing it to Mom. I got a little ticked off that they might be excluding me from that. But, I told myself I could trust Mrs. Thomas to do what was best. I still wasn't happy about it though. I went back to my room to wait on them to open the door again. It was probably a half hour later when I heard them talking in the hallway. Mrs. Thomas then came to my door to say goodbye, she seemed to sense that my mood wasn't so great. I gave her a somewhat curt goodbye from my bed. She immediately walked over and sat down beside me. "You know your mom and I are very good friends. Sometimes we're going to want to be alone together. Please, don't let that bother you." "Did you two watch videos from Saturday night? Were you talking about me?" I bluntly asked. "I don't have any of the videos that were taken. We were watching a video of your mom and dad together. Do you want me to give you a blow by blow? Or maybe a stroke by stroke replay?" she asked, letting me know I better be careful what I asked for. I shook my head while blushing. This woman was so different than the others. She had no problem bluntly telling me many of the things I wanted to know. It was a bit unnerving after having been around Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner. They were always careful not to tell me anymore than necessary to either satisfy me, or put me off. "Sweetie, your mom and I are going to be talking about you sometimes. I promise I won't intentionally do or say anything to hurt you, or get you in trouble, unless I'm scared about something related to you. But we are going to talk like we always have. You need to get used to it happening, because it will." She leaned closer to me, "We'll have our time together, just like today. And it will always be all about us when we're together." I smiled and then hugged her. "Trust me." "Okay." She whispered to me, "I promise I'll show you the videos I get from Saturday as soon as we have a chance." I bit my bottom lip and grinned. "You are too cute. Remember though, I may not always tell or show you everything. A girl has to have some secrets." She leaned closer, "Even you, sweetie." She kissed me rather passionately. She then asked, "Taste anyone you know?" "No!" I quickly said. I then knew what she and Mom had been up to. "You two were doing more than watching a video!" "Jealous?" "Definitely!" "You're too cute. You should go kiss your mom now," she said, kissing me again before she got up and left. She knew just how to torment me in a good way. She stopped at the door and looked back at me. "By the way, you're going to have to tell me what you know about all the videos your parents have sometime. I know you've seen things you probably shouldn't have." My smile couldn't hide my embarrassment. She could see right through me. As she walked out the door, she winked at me. She then held her hand up to her face like it was a phone, and mouthed 'call me'. I was completely and totally hooked on her. ------- Monday night, I got more comfortable being naked around my parents, especially Daddy. I never caught him gawking at me. He was his same old self around me. Watching his cock dangling around though was rather mesmerizing. I kept telling myself it was just another dick. But then, I found myself often staring at those same other dicks, too. It was more unnerving though thinking Daddy could catch me leering at him. I knew I'd eventually catch him staring at me, too. It was bound to happen. I'd often noticed him watching me with my clothes on. It seemed only natural though. I was his daughter. What father doesn't observe his kids from time to time? It had never bothered me before. I was able to relax more, and even sit with him on the couch. The first time I snuggled against his side was a little disconcerting, but he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close just as if we'd had clothes on. The touch of our naked bodies clouded my mind at first. I kept glancing between his legs to see if he was getting an erection. He never did. I began to relax even more with him after that. I started thinking about Sarah and Pam. Now that they were spending much of their time with their boyfriends, I was on my own a lot more. I wasn't interested in anyone though. "Daddy, how did you first meet Mom?" "I've told you about that how many times now?" he playfully asked. "Not enough," I replied. I then quickly asked, "Was it love at first sight?" "It was certainly infatuation at first sight, but it took one, maybe two, hours for me to ask her to marry me," he said jokingly. He earned my best wry glare for that smartass reply. "I'm serious," I then said, looking at him sweetly. He was a sucker for that look. According to Mom, I'd perfected it when I was a baby. "We had a class together at the start of our senior year. I saw her as soon as I walked into the room. The seat beside her wasn't taken, and I almost tripped trying to get to it before anyone else." "She was that pretty, huh?" "I had a hard time concentrating on what the professor was lecturing about. It didn't help that your mother kept looking over at me, too." "And you asked her to eat lunch with you after class was over?" "Maybe you should tell this story," he chuckled. "I like hearing you tell it," I told him. "You both fell in love so fast." "I certainly did. We went out on a date that weekend, and we were practically inseparable after that." "So, you knew from the first moment that you could fall in love with her?" "I wouldn't say that, but I did know I'd do anything I could to get to know her better." "I think that is so cool," I said. "Daddy, how many girls did you date?" "A few," he said, grinning. "A few ... as in a few dozen?" I teased. "Maybe a dozen," he finally admitted. "How young were you when you first went on a date?" "I was fifteen. I'd just gotten a restricted driver's license," he said. "Why do you ask? Is it because Sarah and Pam have boyfriends?" I was as subtle as a tornado. "No reason," I quickly said. Before he could call bullshit, I asked, "Did you ever date a girl that was older than you?" "A few. Most older high school girls were more interested in college age guys," he said. Then he quickly asked, "Are you interested in a college boy?" "No ... Just wondering." "I get scared when you start wondering." "Don't be a wuss, Daddy," I teased him, which prompted him to retaliate with his biggest lethal weapon against me - tickling. Mom gave us a few of her looks during the evening. She seemed more amused than bothered though. I tried to ignore it. We still weren't talking much either. But it felt like things were thawing out between us. She seemed a little bolder around me. I was beginning to see past the facade she had always shown when we were together. ------- Sarah and Jamie got over their weekend issues quickly. In fact, they were together almost all the time again. While I was lying against my naked Daddy that Monday night, Jamie was over at Sarah's house, probably cuddling up with her. When she came over late Tuesday morning, it was interesting watching her the first time she was naked around Mom. They both did a good acting job of making it seem like it was the first time that had happened. I was listening to some music in my room when Sarah poked her head inside my door. "Chica, come hang out with me and Jamie." "Jamie's still not one of the cool kids," I replied. "He and I have unfinished business." "You're not gonna go on a roaring rampage of revenge, are you?" "You're the only thing keeping him alive." "C'mon, Mel." "Well, he is persona non grata to me for now." "Look at you, 'Miss I Know Some Big Words'." "I'm not even sure I know what it means," I said, grinning. "I heard Daddy say it once about someone he'd called a shithead." Sarah jumped on top of me, pinning me to my bed, "Are you mad at me for forgiving him so fast?" "No. But I'm his sister. He doesn't get off so easily with me. Not by a long shot. I'm glad you two are cool again though." "He should've told you." she said. "By the time I'm through with him, he'll think twice about keeping secrets from me that involve my family." "We still need to talk," Sarah said, nervously. "We will, but not with my doofus brother around." "He went naked at my house yesterday ... around Mom and Dad." Shit. She doesn't know he's fucked her mom. How do I tell her that?! I have to. I didn't go over there the previous day because of Jamie hanging out with Sarah. I really wanted to talk to Mrs. Clark about all of this. "How did that go?" I asked. "It was a little awkward. Mom didn't have a problem with it. Jamie acted a little weirded out at first," Sarah said. "It's awkward just doing it around my own parents!" "Yeah. I feel a little weird being naked with Jamie around your mom here." "You'd think we would be past anything being awkward," I said. "Have you seen your dad with a hard-on yet?" she asked, grinning. I was gonna say no to her, and that I was sure she could describe it in detail, but I didn't. Instead, I said, "I've seen him before by accident a few times, but not since we started being nudists yet. Have you seen your dad?" I smiled knowing I could describe it for her. She had to be feeling as awkward as I was. "Last night I did," she said. "Mom was being frisky with him on the couch while we watched TV." "Did he try to hide it from you?" "Not really," she said. "Neither he or Mom seemed to mind if I saw it or not." I said, "It would embarrass me. But then, I'm not a guy. Maybe he likes showing off." "That's kinda creepy." "Sarah, everything we've been doing is creepy, if you think about it." Jamie stopped at my bedroom door. I cut holes through him with my laser beam eyes. He knew better than to come in. Sarah laughed at us both. ------- Tuesday afternoon, I got a surprise visitor. Mom came to my bedroom door and told me I had a guest, and that I might want to get dressed. I asked her who it was, and she told me I had to come downstairs to find out. She had a teasing grin as she said it, too. I threw on a bra, top and shorts and ran downstairs. Mom was standing at the entrance to the family room still grinning. I got an uneasy feeling. She knew something I didn't, but this time she was going to enjoy my discovering it. As soon as I stepped into the family room, I was ready to turn and kick Mom for setting me up like that. "Hey, Mel." Oh, Gawd. What was Peter doing here? I walked around to sit on the couch, putting a little distance between us. "What's up?" I asked. "I was wondering if we could hang out some." I glanced back toward the door. Mom was reveling in my discomfort, but turned and left when I gave her a quick evil eye. I now knew for sure he had a crush on me. He was nervous too. I didn't have any real feelings for him though. In fact, I still thought he was a dork. He was cute though. He was more than four months younger than me. Why couldn't he be older? He had been really great with me Saturday night. He had taken time to really make me feel good when the others had just wanted to put their cock in me somewhere. He had been the one that wanted to cuddle with me when it was all over with. I didn't want to lead him on though. I decided to be nice to him. He began talking, "Saturday was awesome. Did you have fun?" "It was fun," I said. "I've never done anything like that before." "Mom said you guys were trying out being nudists." I wondered if he had been hoping to catch me naked. He almost did. "We're trying it out some. Mostly in the evenings," I sorta lied, wondering if he were hinting at getting naked right then. "We don't go naked around the house much at all, until late at night," Peter replied. "There are just too many people coming and going all the time," he said. "Like who?" "Friends of my parents, and people from my dad's job." "That sucks. I'm not sure how it's going to work out for us yet. We don't get many people dropping by after supper though." I noticed Mom hovering close to the entrance to the family room. She was really enjoying this. She was making me more uncomfortable than Peter had by showing up like this. "You want to go up to my room for a while?" I really didn't want him there, but it would shake Mom off of us for a while. "Sure," he said, standing up eagerly. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea. It wasn't so bad though. We played some music and talked about school starting back soon. I told him which teachers he wanted to avoid getting, but it wasn't like he could pick them. We talked about the stuff that happened Saturday, but he didn't bring up our having sex later that night. He asked me if I'd ever drunk beer or smoked weed before that night. I was honest and said I hadn't. He said he had a few times, but it wasn't something he did a lot. I told him my parents would probably kill me if they knew. Funny how my having sex with practically everyone there wasn't something I was worried about them knowing. I knew he wanted to do more with me than just talk. He didn't seem to know how to make a move on me though. I still thought he was a dork, but he was being really sweet to me. "Thanks for being so nice to me Saturday night," I coyly said. He seemed flustered. I moved closer to him and gave him a quick kiss. He might be a dork, but he wasn't bad looking at all. He was actually seriously cute. "Do you think we could hang out ... maybe go to a movie sometime?" Now I was on the spot. I'd just kissed him. Why the fuck did I kiss him? What a dumbass thing to do! "Sure." "Cool. Maybe this weekend?" he anxiously asked. "Yeah. We can go Friday or Saturday." Why the fuck was I giving him those days?! All my friends from school would see us together! "Let's go Friday," he said. "You can pick the movie." "Okay. We'll need to get a ride. I'll see if my mom can take us." We talked for a while after that. I was a little surprised he didn't try to do anything else with me. It made me feel good that he didn't. The dork was growing on me. My friends were going to tease me though for dating a guy younger than me. I didn't want to care what they thought, but I did. ------- Peter left late in the afternoon. Mom flitted around me afterward, too. It was obvious she was curious about Peter and me. I decided to wait to ask her about taking us to the movies though. I didn't want her teasing me right then. After Daddy got home from work, he was the first of us to get naked. Usually we waited until after supper, but he seemed to be in an adventurous mood. Mom got naked, but kept an apron on while she finished supper. Jamie was over at Sarah's, and probably would eat over there. I decided to get naked as well. It just seemed like the thing to do. I sat with Daddy on the couch again, leaning my back up against his side. It allowed us to be close, but I wasn't constantly tempted to look at his cock. I knew he could look down at my body though without me knowing it. I kind of liked the thought of that, too. Mom would come into the room to glance at the TV from time to time. But I think she was enjoying seeing us together. "I heard you had a gentleman caller today." Oh God. Not Daddy too! "Yes, a boy came to see me today," I said a little huffy. "We're not getting married anytime soon though." "I got the impression from your mother that you weren't expecting Peter." "Mother is enjoying this too much," I whined. He chuckled. "Do you like Peter?" "I don't know," I softly said. "He's younger than you, huh?" "A little." "Age is just a number," he replied. I looked up at him, "So, you won't have any problem with me dating college boys?" "If they have the balls to take you out after seeing my shotgun, go for it." "You don't have a shotgun, Daddy." "I will tomorrow," he stated. "So ... if I went out with say ... Peter, would you shoot him?" "When are you going out?" "It's just a hypothetical question, Daddy," I lied. "So, you don't have a date with him?" I decided to shut my mouth. Even Daddy was reading my mind now! I was going to have to start wearing a tinfoil hat. "I'm just picking at you, sweetie," he said affectionately. I turned more to him and nuzzled up against his side, hoping my naked body would distract him so he wouldn't ask me anything else. Mom then came in and sat with us. We were actually sitting around more together now that we were trying the nudist thing. It seemed more and more like a great idea. Who would've thought? I was talking more with my father. He was my hero though, maybe not as much as when I was little, but I still adored him. Mom and I still weren't talking about the things I wanted to know about, but it was a real ice breaker. ------- After supper, Daddy was down in his basement office. Mom was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. I stood behind the couch looking at her. The images from her days as a porn actress were flashing through my mind. But even without those visuals, I was seeing her differently. She wasn't infallible. I'd just created that image myself. We weren't all that different, except she had a whole lot more experience with life than I had. I walked around to the front of the couch. At first I was just going to plop down onto the floor. I decided I needed to 'try harder'. So, I crawled up on the couch so that we were lying together, with her behind me. She seemed a little surprised at what I did at first, but then put her arm around me. We didn't say much at first, but she finally broke the ice. "How did things go with Peter?" I started to tell her it was none of her business, but then remembered what Mrs. Thomas had said. "Okay, I guess. He was nice to me Saturday. I wasn't expecting him to show up today though." I think Mom was surprised that I didn't blow her off. "Boys have a habit of doing that." "You enjoyed it," I brashly told her. "Maybe. My little girl isn't so little anymore." She squeezed me, "You're growing up fast." "I don't feel like I'm growing up at all," I said, instantly regretting I'd said it. I was being snotty. I knew Mom would also pick up on the drift of what I was saying. Mom rubbed my arm, "That'll change. I promise." "I'm sorry I said that." "I deserved it." We were both quiet for a short time. "Can you drop us off at the movies Friday night?" "Sure, sweetie." "I think he likes me." "I think he more than likes you." "I don't really like him." "You don't have to. Just have fun. That's what I used to do." 'I'll let you know what time we're going," I said. "We haven't talked about what we're going to see." "I'll keep Friday open for you." "Thanks, Mom." She kissed the back of my head. "And thanks for not teasing me." "I reserve the right to." I looked back at her smiling. It was the best talk we'd had in a very long time. I snuggled back against her more as we watched TV. "Hey now, that's my spot," came Daddy's voice from behind the couch. Mom made a show of holding me tighter. "You're late, mister. Your spot is taken." I grinned at the both of them. I turned so that I could look at Mom. I said, "Daddy's getting jealous. I better let him have his spot before he starts pouting." Mom kissed my cheek before I moved to get up. She moved so Daddy could lie where she had been, and she snuggled up against him. I moved over to a chair and said, "You guys behave now." Daddy grabbed Mom's tit and squeezed it, which surprised the both of us. "Father!" Mom looked back at Daddy, "You heard the lady. Behave." I smiled and turned back to watch TV. ------- Wednesday was kind of boring. Sarah was over at the house most of the day with Jamie. Mom was out of the house most of the time. Sarah tried to get me to hang out with them again, but I still was pissed off with Jamie. They had opted to go naked. I was sure they were having sex some of the time. I knew we would all end up having sex if I hung out with them, and I wasn't ready to be Jamie's booty call again anytime soon. Daddy got home from work earlier than usual. He surprised me a little when he showed up at my door. "Is Sarah here with Jamie?" "Yeah, they're in his room. They're naked. I can tell them to get dressed if you want." "No. It's fine. I picked up some pizza on the way home. Come down and eat when you get ready." he said, turning to go back down the hall toward his bedroom. Sarah being nude around him wasn't a new thing, but I wasn't supposed to know about what she and my parents were doing, at least as far as my parents were concerned. Sarah and I had yet to talk about things. With Jamie around, we might never. Jamie and Sarah joined us downstairs. Daddy had shed off his clothes in his bedroom. I watched Sarah closely to see how she reacted being around him naked, especially with Jamie and me around. She looked a little awkward again at first, but seemed fine after a short time. They headed back upstairs after eating. Daddy settled in to watch some TV, and I plopped down beside him. "Is Mom going to be here soon?" "She's helping Mrs. Clark do some shopping today. It may be late before she gets home." That wasn't unusual. They were very close friends. Since I'd first realized they'd been having sex together, I'd began imagining that they were using their time together to do just that. It made me wonder how Daddy felt about their being alone like that. She could be having a threesome with Mr. Clark as well. Were they that open about things? Daddy didn't seem perturbed about her not being home. "Daddy, how long has Mrs. Clark and Mom been friends?" "They basically grew up together. They're more like sisters than friends." "It would be cool to have a sister." "Sorry, baby," he replied. "No more babies for me and your mom." "So, you're neutered?" I joked with him. "That's a little personal. Isn't it, missy?" "I'm just pickin', Daddy." "Well, your mom and I both are fixed, if you must know." Convenient, I thought. "Oh well, no baby sister for me, I suppose." "I'd think you'd be jealous of a little sister." "Maybe when I was younger. It'd be cool to have a little sister now." "You could play mom?" "I just think it'd be fun to be a big sister." "You wouldn't be the baby anymore." "Yeah, I wouldn't be your baby girl." "You will always be my baby girl. You best get used to that." "But I'm not a baby anymore." "You're definitely growing up fast, but you'll always be my baby." I hugged him and scooted down so my head was lying in his lap like I'd done for years, but not since we'd started trying out the nudist thing. After doing it, I was quickly reminded that we were both naked. His bare cock was awfully close to the back of my head. It wasn't any closer than in the past though. Funny how the lack of clothes changed things. Mom got home before it got too late. I'd dozed off in the same spot with my head on Daddy's lap. I woke up enough to realize she was telling him she was going to take a long hot bath. We'd been watching one of the movie channels. While I'd been asleep, the movie we'd been watching had ended. The one he was watching now had a lot of nudity and sexual situations in it. It wasn't like we hadn't watched stuff like that before, but I was a little surprised he would watch it alone with me, especially with us both naked. I was feeling a little cramped from lying in the same position for so long. I turned so that I was lying on my back with my head still in his lap, looking up toward his face. His cock was right next to the side of my face. For the first time, I didn't mind. I was getting more comfortable with all of this. "Daddy, you never asked me about Saturday." "What about Saturday?" "About me going to the Rayners ... finding everyone naked." "I know that was awkward," he said. "Awkward for everyone." "I know why you and Mom were hiding that from me." He noticeably tensed. I realized then how loaded that question was. "Hiding what, baby?" "The nudist thing." "We just weren't sure when to tell you." "You should've told me sooner. I'm old enough." "We should've. You're definitely old enough." "I guess you know what went on that night." I left that out there as a statement more than as a question. "I know you got to play Twister for the first time." "Yeah. Naked Twister." "Did that bother you?" "Not at all. It was fun. Some interesting things happened when everyone would collapse into a pile." "I imagine so. Were you okay with everything?" "Nothing happened that bothered me." "I heard you drank a little. And probably smoked a little." Oh shit. He could tell from the look on my face that I knew I was busted. "Don't make a habit of that." "Are you mad?" "No. Just be smart about that kind of stuff." "I didn't get drunk or anything." "You're my smart girl." "You don't mind that I played Twister naked?" "Did something happen that's bothering you now?" "There was a lot of touching." "Touching would've happened if you'd had your clothes on. Twister is a game that was invented so that people could get away with touching each other all over." We both were quiet for a moment. "Did someone do something they shouldn't?" "I think we all did things we shouldn't have." "Sounds like your mom and I missed out on the fun." I started to tell him he probably had plenty of fun with Sarah, but I knew better. "There was a lot of fun to go around." I was surprised that he was letting this conversation go on like this. "Did you have a lot of fun?" "I did. A lot." "Like what?" he said. His voice gave away the growing tension our conversation was creating. "Your smart girl wasn't always a good girl." "You mean the drinking?" "Not just that." "The weed?" "Not just that either." "Did you do a lot of touching?" "Would it bother you if I did?" "Depends on what you did." "Want me to show you?" I couldn't believe I asked that! But I was curious what he would say. "Depends." "I touched guys." "Touched guys what?" "Their ... penises." "You mean cocks, don't you?" I wondered if he just wanted to say that dirty word in front of me. "Yeah, those." He was breathing harder. "Whose? The boys?" "Most everyone, I suppose." "Even the men?" "Yeah, even the men." It was then that I felt his cock growing against the underside of my head. He was getting an erection! He squirmed some, but it had nowhere to go but up, and my head was blocking it. I intentionally laid there without moving though. "Are you mad?" "Uh ... no. I guess that's to be expected playing Twister." "I wasn't always playing Twister." "What do you mean?" I thought his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He had me to move enough so his cock wasn't trapped any longer. I pretended not to notice it standing tall right beside my face. I glanced toward his stomach and saw the swollen head and about half of the thick shaft. I was also breathing hard now. I wasn't sure where all of this was headed, but I was too caught up in what we were doing to stop. "I touched them at different times ... like when I was sitting in their laps." "When were you doing that?" "One time in the hot tub." "You were sitting on someone's lap?" "Mr. Walcott. I was sitting beside him and he picked me up and had me sit sideways in his lap." "There's nothing wrong with that." "He was pressed against me." "How do you mean?" "His thing was pressing into my leg." "You mean his cock? That can happen..." "He was hard." "Did it bother you?" "No, but ... well, let me show you." I leaned up and moved onto Daddy's lap crossways like I'd been sitting in Mr. Walcott's. "I was like this. He was pressed up against the side of my hip ... like you are." "If that is all, that's not a big thing." "It was big, Daddy. He was hard like you are. His had hair though. I think I like it without hair." "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have gotten..." "Hard? Don't be sorry. Mr. Walcott said erections can happen. It's natural." "He's right, but..." "It's natural, Daddy. Look at my nipples." I twisted around a little to face him better, so he could see both of my nipples more easily. I was still sitting sideways in his lap with his cock still pressing against me. "See. They're hard, too. It happens." "I guess you were bound to see me with an erection." "Yep. I know it's kinda embarrassing. You don't have to be with me." "Are you embarrassed that your nipples are hard?" "Not at all. I hugged a few people with my nipples hard. I know they had to feel them." "Who did you hug?" "Mrs. Thomas." "I'm glad you two are getting to know each other better." "I also hugged Mr. Walcott while I was sitting with him." "Was he embarrassed?" "Here, let me show you," I said, turning to straddle him. When I was situated in his lap, his hard shaft was pressing against my pussy and lower abdomen. "You must've hugged him in the hot tub." "Yeah, I turned around so that I was facing him like this." I put my arms around his neck, pressing my tits against his chest. I held myself against him. His cock was trapped against me. The heat from it against my mound and stomach had me squirming. Daddy was more than a little flustered. He asked, "Did you hug like this?" "We hugged for a while, Daddy." "You were okay with it?" "I was more than okay with it. He was being nice to me." I slowly squirmed more against his cock. The underside of his shaft was rubbing along my slit. I was horny as fuck. He was horny, too. This was oh so wrong. But neither of us seemed to have the will power to separate. His hands started rubbing up and down my back. It didn't take long for his hands to settle close to my butt. We didn't say anything for what seemed like minutes. I nuzzled into his neck. His hands finally were cupping my butt cheeks. I was gently rutting against him. What we were doing was incredibly dangerous, but neither of us wanted to break the spell. If I rose up just a little more, he could've easily ended up inside me. I wondered if he was rationalizing what we were doing like I was. We were going to pass this off as just a father and daughter embracing and holding each other. That was going to be the explanation. I held on though, knowing this may never happen again. His stiff shaft was rubbing against my clit so good. I whimpered a little before putting my mouth against his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He squeezed my butt though, which almost cause me to moan loudly. I was his daughter, and he was my father. We just weren't going to let this go further, but we weren't giving up on the moment any sooner than we had to. He was squeezing my butt cheeks. It wasn't a quick squeeze either. He was enjoying the feel of my tight ass. He was helping me rut against him. The noise of someone coming down the stairs finally broke the spell, and brought me back to my senses. I was shaking though. He was flushed. I quickly looked down at his cock. We were wet from both our juices. My pussy was still kissing the underside of his shaft. I quickly leaned in and kissed his lips softly, "I'll always be your girl." I intentionally left off the 'baby'. I quickly scooted off his lap, grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the couch, threw it on his lap to cover his still throbbing and wet erection, and laid back down the way I was before. Mom walked in the room shortly after. "I see someone has claimed my spot," she said. "I can let you have him back, if you want?" I smiled, glancing between her and him. I was still shaking though. I hoped Mom couldn't tell. I got up and moved over to the chair. Mom laid down where I'd been. After she put her head down on his lap, she reached back and pulled the blanket away. She immediately turned to look at his hard cock. She must've felt it through the blanket. I stared ahead as best I could, but I could see her look at me and smile. She then looked up at Daddy's face and smiled at him as well. She could see he was still out of sorts. She reached up to rub his cheek though. It was a tender moment. She knew he was hard because of me, but it didn't seem to bother her at all. After a short time, I went upstairs to my bedroom. Sarah was still with Jamie in his. I was surprised she hadn't gone home earlier. As late as it was getting, I figured she'd spend the night with me. Maybe we'd get to talk finally. It was time we told each other everything. After turning on the small bedside lamp, I turned the overhead light off and lay back on the bed. I was tired, but horny as hell. What happened downstairs with Daddy had me turned on, but also worried. I'd been the one to push things, and I'd gone too far with him. Mom also had to know something was up. We'd both been doing so well at breaking the ice between us. Once she thought more about it, would she be pissed off with me? I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it all. I awoke to my mom's voice, "Melissa." Still half asleep, I looked up at her sitting on the bed beside me. "Your father and I are going to bed." Why had she felt the need to tell me that? "Okay." "Sarah is in Jamie's room. Her mom said she could spend the night." "She's still in Jamie's room?" "Yes. She'll probably sleep in there." "I looked at her wide-eyed." "Why are you shocked at that?" "You're going to let them sleep together?" "They're doing everything else together." "But..." "But what? It's wrong? Was what you did with your father earlier wrong?" "Mom! We ... nothing happened!" I was completely flustered. What did she know? Had she seen more than I thought?" "He told me what happened." "Daddy?" "Sure. He told me everything. Every little detail." I froze in fear. "He doesn't keep secrets from me." "We didn't do anything though!" She gave me that look I knew all too well. She knew exactly what I'd done. "Mom, I didn't do anything wrong!" I was pleading. "We were just hugging," I said, trying to defend something I knew I couldn't. She gave me a wry smile, "You don't think what you did with your father was wrong then?" "Not to me." She looked at me carefully, "Not to me either then." I looked at her skeptically. "If we're going to live a nudist lifestyle, then close contact is going to create some ... interesting moments." I looked down. Even though she was letting me off easy, I knew I had been busted. She leaned closer to me, "I don't think you did anything wrong." I cut my eyes up at her. "If you had gone any further, then we may have needed a different kind of talk." I still wasn't sure I was off the hook. She leaned in closer, "I'm not mad at all about it. I thought it was a beautiful moment. You're growing up so fast." I smiled shyly, but said nothing. "I grew up fast, too." My eyes widened again. "If anything, I should be thanking you. Your father is probably going to screw me silly tonight." "Mom!" What the hell? She'd never talked like this to me before! "Don't you 'mom' me," she tickled my sides before kissing me. "You want to hear the details about it in the morning?" "You and Daddy? Uh, TMI, Mom." "Too much info for you? Pffft. Don't even pretend to be a prude." Busted again. She knew me too well. She leaned down and hugged me, kissing my cheek. "Goodnight, girlfriend." Girlfriend? "Goodnight, Mom." ------- Chapter 20 I was led into a room with a lot of lights setup pointing at a bed. Why was I here? Who were all these people standing around? I then realized I was naked. How did I get here?! "There you are." It was Mrs. Thomas. She was naked too! "C'mon. Let's get on the bed and relax," she said. She took my hand and led me between the lights and people milling around. None of them paid us any attention. "Ready?" she asked me. "Ready for what?" I asked. "Your debut, of course." "What are you talking about?" Then a man walked up close to the bed. "Are you ready, Missy? Jenna?" "Missy and Jenna?" I asked, looking at Mrs. Thomas. Then the man looked around the room, "Everyone! Let's get ready!" Ready for what? Then Mom crawled onto the bed, naked as well. What the hell was going on? "Oh, good. You're here now too," he said to Mom. "Places! And ... action!" Mrs. Thomas started kissing me, and Mom moved down between my legs. I then felt her licking my pussy." I pulled away from both of them, "Mom! What are you doing?!" "Cut!" The man said, moving closer to the bed. "Jenna, there is no dialogue in this shoot." "Why do you keep calling me Jenna?!" I angrily asked him. "You are Jenna Sinn, aren't you?" he sarcastically responded. This can't be happening! I'm doing a porn movie with my mom and Mrs. Thomas! Mom moved into a sitting position on the bed, and said, "Why did you call me 'Mom'?" "Because you're my mother!" I sternly said to her. "I'm Cara Cream. Your father is here though. Do you want to sit on his lap again?" What?! I glanced over to a couch against a wall. It was our couch. Daddy was sitting there naked looking at me, stroking his hard cock. He patted his thigh, inviting me to come sit on his lap. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I was screaming when I woke up. "Jesus fucking Christ," I whined breathlessly. It was still dark. It was just a freaking sex dream. It was more like a fucking nightmare though. I was sitting up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat and breathing hard. I'd gone to sleep horny. That's why I must've dreamed what I did. No one in the house seemed to have heard the noise I'd made though. I lay back down, staring into the darkness. I wasn't sleepy though. I pushed the cover off of me. I was hot. Why did I dream that?! I decided to play with myself so I could unwind. I'd just started masturbating last year. I'd quickly become a pro at it since then. It was always a great stress reliever, especially when going to bed horny. I didn't know what to think about though. I'd always fantasized when I masturbated. The images from my dream were still in my head. I couldn't shake them. They'd been so vivid. What the hell, I thought. I might as well let the dream play out in my mind. I got on the couch with my daddy. I straddled him like I had earlier. This time though, I sat down on his cock and let it impale me. It was so damn thick and hard as I pushed myself down on it. The head of it felt so nice sliding deep inside me. In my mind, as I lifted my hips, I looked down to watch as my pussy grasped at his shaft. It was deliciously wicked. When I slid back down on him, his cock filled me again like no one ever had before. I was fucking my daddy. I was his girl. He was using his hands like he did earlier, this time to help fuck me. I rode him until I started cumming, which didn't take long. He came with me, filling me with his sperm. I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me as his cum spurted out. My pussy was throbbing like never before. He was moaning loudly as I squeezed his cock tightly with my cunt, milking every last drop from him. I tightly held my daddy to me as both our orgasms subsided. I was writhing on the bed. I'd never made myself cum that hard before. My whole body felt drained. I wondered if my pussy would ever stop throbbing. I should've been disgusted with myself. I wasn't though. What was wrong with me?! I'd just rubbed one off thinking about my father! I was still turned on, too! Was humping my daddy going to haunt me like this forever? At least I felt sleepy again. ------- Late Thursday morning, Sarah and Jamie came into my bedroom. I was ready to kick Jamie out, but I knew Sarah would probably leave too. I was bored. I didn't want anything much to do with Pam either. It didn't leave me a lot of easy options. Sarah sat next to me on the bed. Jamie sat down at the foot. "Come hang out with us, Mel. You can't stay mad at Jamie forever." I gave Jamie my harshest stare. "Wanna bet?" "He didn't really have a choice, you know?" "He could've told me! I wouldn't have liked knowing I was being excluded from going camping, but I could've kept it between us." "Mel, I didn't know what to do," Jamie said. "We were afraid you'd tell someone, like Sarah. Mom and Dad made me promise." I couldn't believe Sarah wasn't upset about this. He was insulting her, but she didn't seem to notice or care. I looked at Sarah and just shook my head in amazement at how she just accepted that without any protest. Sarah recognized the look I was giving her. She was quick to defend herself too. "What do you want me to do? Get all pissed off about it? What good will that do now? At least we now know. They're letting us be a part of it, too. Let's have fun, Mel." "How can I make it up to you?" Jamie asked. "Tell me how you got involved." "What?" he asked, suddenly seeming amazingly dense. Boys! "Do I need to draw you a picture?" I sarcastically asked. "Tell me how you first found out about the Walcotts and Thomases being nudists." "I was hanging out with Mike at his house about three years ago," he began. "I accidentally saw pictures his parents had of them at a nudist campground. Mom and Dad were in some of the pictures. They'd been going with them sometimes." He stood there probably hoping that tidbit would satisfy me. I wasn't going to be that easy to pacify. "And?" I asked, expectantly. "Mike's mom caught us looking at them. I guess she told Mom about it. After that, Mom and Dad asked me if I wanted to go with them sometime. I started going with Mom and Dad after that." "While I got taken to our grandparents ... like the dog that needed to be watched while its owners were out of town." "It wasn't like that, Mel," he insisted. "You were only like ten the first time." "Damn it, Jamie! It was just like that!" I yelled. "Also, how do you know I wouldn't have wanted to go?" "Mom and Dad thought it would be best if you were..." I interrupted, "Older? Yeah, I've heard that one a few times since this weekend." "Mel, you were ten years old! You didn't even like being naked around me back then. Were you really going to go naked around a bunch of other people you didn't even know?" The doofus had a point. "Would you have done it?" he asked again. "Probably not," I acquiesced. "But why still hide it from me now? Were you guys planning to wait until I was eighteen to tell me? Or did you ever plan to tell me?" "I should've told you already," he finally conceded. "You're damn right you should've. Mom should've told me too! I don't even feel like I have a family right now." Sarah said, "Mel, don't say stuff like that. Put yourself in their position. If they didn't love you, they wouldn't have cared if you knew or not. They were just doing what they thought was best." I fumed for a bit more. Sarah was right. I was lucky to have parents that gave a shit about me. "Forgive me?" Jamie asked contritely. I scrunched my lips looking at him. As much as I hated the situation, I couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Yeah, ya big dummy." He reached out and touched my foot. I think he was still afraid to get too close to me. He was testing the water to see how I would react before getting in range of my fists. Sarah looked back and forth between us, "I think you two should kiss and makeup." "We already made up," I said. "Then kiss and make it official." Jamie moved up the bed so that his face was right in front of mine. "Kissing your brother is yucky," I grimaced. "I think it's sweet," Sarah countered, smiling. "You just want to see us make out," I countered. "If I had a brother, I'd make out with him." For the first time in some time, I remembered how lucky I was to have a big brother. Sarah was an only child. It was a love-hate relationship between us, but I wouldn't trade Jamie for anything. He leaned closer and brushed my lips with his. "C'mon. Kiss each other!" Sarah prodded us. He leaned in again and we held a kiss for a little longer. No tongue though. "You guys suck at kissing." Feeling insulted, I pulled Jamie into a deep passionate kiss. He was a little shocked at first, but then he got into it. It was a kiss that didn't end for quite some time. We were all over each other. Our tongues were swirling together inside both of our mouths. Sarah could only stare at us as we frantically made out in front of her. We were rolling around on the bed, but he finally ended up on top of me where he then held me down. In this position, his hard cock was pressing against my pussy. He mounted me as our lips stayed locked together. He slid inside me easily. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me. I hung onto him tightly as he began thrusting urgently. He was pounding against me, but our mouths never parted. I was bucking against him as he slammed into me, getting him as deep inside me as I could. The ridge around his cockhead was rubbing inside me deliciously. We were moaning as we both came at about the same time. He lunged hard into me as his cock pumped his sperm deep inside my cunt. It felt like he was about to drive me through the bed. He seemed to be timing each lunge of his hips into me with each spurt from his cock. His intensely deep groans told me each time his body released its cum. He kept his shaft inside me after his orgasm. He continued to thrust slowly, more tenderly. We were both out of breath as our mouths finally separated. He wasn't completely hard any longer, but his cock still felt so good inside my now slimy pussy. "Wow," Sarah finally exclaimed. I looked up at my brother as he was moving off of me, "You better fuck Sarah that good next time, or I'm gonna kick your ass." "So, all is forgiven?" he asked. "For now," I said with a devious smile. ------- By the afternoon, I was feeling better about everything. I wasn't mad at Jamie any longer. He wasn't completely out of the doghouse, though. I wanted details about his nude camping with our parents. I'd interrogate him later though when he wanted to fuck me again. Sarah and I still needed to talk, too, but I didn't want Jamie around when we did. I could sense that Sarah felt the same. I knew we'd make the time eventually. We both knew what the other wanted to say. That made it easier on us. We weren't trying to hide it from the other. I was curious just how it all started though, as I was sure she was as well. It might tell me more about what our parents had been up to in the beginning. I knew Sarah might get pissed off at me though if I told her everything. Her mom had been the one that encouraged me to seduce her into doing more than kissing last summer. Mrs. Clark had arranged for Sarah to catch her masturbating. I knew I needed to come clean with her about all of that. Sarah had some things to explain to me as well. She had been involved with the Walcotts a month before she and I had started having sex together. She still had not even hinted a thing about her times with them. It bothered me a little that she'd pretended she was inexperienced during those early times with me. The video with her at the Walcotts told a completely different thing. It was either rape or she'd been involved with them for at least a month before we started kissing and touching each other that August night the year before. I wasn't pissed off about it. I completely understood why she wouldn't tell me. I hadn't told her how her mom got me to seduce her into doing more than just kissing and touching. I just had to hope that our friendship was strong enough to survive any anger she might have because of it. I wanted the details of how she got involved with my parents. Had they done their own setup like Mrs. Clark? Was this the reason why Mrs. Thomas had hesitated when I asked her if our parents had arranged to swap daughters? We lay around the family room naked much of the afternoon. Sarah couldn't keep her hands off of Jamie's cock. They fucked in front of me on the floor while I rubbed one out. They wanted me to join them, but I wanted to just watch. I think they had as much fun watching me masturbate as I did watching them fuck. I'd touched myself before in front of them, but this was very different. I was their audience as well as performer. I applauded their performance by slapping my clit. As shy as I'd been about being naked around others in the past, I'd quickly become quite the showoff. I could tell they had some special feelings between them. I was jealous of that too. Peter had a crush on me, but I just didn't feel the same way about him. I didn't want to hurt him though. So, I didn't put him off whenever he called to talk. We still had a date for Friday night. I thought more than once about breaking it, but I just couldn't do that to him. I'd go and we'd have fun. I'd be his friend. We could even fuck sometime. We'd be fuck buddies. I'd deal with the emotional part of it later. Mom came home not long after the show we'd put on for each other. I wondered if we would've stopped if she came home during it. Probably, but this nudist thing we were doing was causing me to wonder about what was going to be acceptable around the house in the future. Mom had all but admitted she knew Sarah and Jamie were having sex. She didn't mind that they slept together in the same bed. She knew Daddy and I had rubbed ourselves against each other until we'd both almost had an orgasm. What were the limits now? Sarah finally went home and Jamie and I retreated to our own bedrooms before supper. Peter called me again and we settled on what we were going to do the next night on our date. Mom was going to take and pick us up. She was being cool. She wasn't teasing me about Peter at all. I think she knew how I felt, and was glad I was at least not hurting Peter. Most girls my age would've just said no to begin with. They'd likely had been really cruel in how they did it too. ------- Early Friday afternoon, I was on the phone with Peter talking about our date again. I was actually starting to look forward to it. The more I talked with Peter, the more I realized we had a lot of the same interests. He even seemed more mature than I'd given him credit for. I still knew that if any of my friends saw us together, they'd rag me about it later. But, I was getting to where I didn't care what they thought. Jamie poked his head into my bedroom while I was still on the phone. He was going over to his friend Brian's house for the rest of the day. When he saw me on the phone, he came on in while I started trying to shoo him away. When he realized who I was talking to, a devious grin appeared on his face. He also took his shorts and underwear off. I was already naked. I stared at him incredulously. He crawled onto the bed and forced himself between my legs so he could lay with his head down close to my pussy. He used his hands to mimic me and Peter yacking away at each other. I tried giving him an evil look, but almost ended up laughing at him instead. Jamie then started sliding a finger inside my pussy. I did my best to tell him to stop, but he just slid another one inside. He knew if I'd really wanted him to stop that I could've just jumped up off the bed. Peter seemed to sense that something wasn't quite right. He asked me what I was doing. "I'm just lying on my bed." Jamie grinned, fingering me a little more urgently. I mouthed at him to stop. Peter asked if I was alone. "I'm just talking to you," I said into the phone, while squirming a little from my brother's hand. He said I sounded different. He again asked if anyone was there with me. "I'm ... alone." Jamie was now teasing my clit, and it was very distracting. Jamie mouthed to me to tell him I was playing with my pussy. "No," I whispered before realizing I hadn't covered up the phone. Peter asked if I was doing something else besides talking to him, that I seemed to be preoccupied. "I'm horny." That got Peter's attention, and Jamie's too. "I'm touching myself," I said, a little embarrassed that I'd told him something like that. Jamie got a shit eating grin. Peter asked me if I was touching my pussy or my tits. "I'm playing with my pussy at the moment." Jamie removed his hand. I didn't want him to stop. Then Peter said he was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe it. I was doing phone sex! Except it was more Jamie then me doing the sex part on my end of the phone. "Are you naked?" I asked. He told me he was, and that his cock was rock hard thinking about fucking me. He asked if I remembered the past Saturday night when he fucked me while everyone else was asleep. "I remember. You fucked me good. I liked it a lot." He asked me if I liked his cock. "You have a great cock. It filled me up so good." Why was I telling him that! He was going to get a big head. Jamie snickered at me. I poked him in the side with my foot. In retaliation, he slid up closer and began licking my clit. I moaned loudly. Peter moaned too. He began telling me how good my pussy felt while he fucked me. How it squeezed his cock so tight. "It felt great when you were thrusting it in and out of my tight little pussy. I'm pretending you're fucking me now." Jamie decided to do just that. He moved so that he was hovering over me a little more. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he then pushed his cock deep inside me. "I'm using my fingers to fuck myself. I'm pretending it's your hard throbbing cock. Gawd it feels so good." Jamie was grinning down at me. I wanted to be mad at him, but this was way too much fun. "Can you feel my hot little pussy squeezing your big hard cock?" Jamie mouthed that he could. Peter apparently could as well. I hoped my pussy felt better than his hand though. "You're pounding me so good. Your balls are slapping my butt as you fuck my tight wet hole. Gawd I love that feeling! I can also see my pussy lips dragging along your shaft as it fucks me." Peter told me he was getting close. "I'm getting close too. I want you to shoot your cum deep inside me. Flood my little pussy with all your hot cum." Jamie was apparently pretty close too. He was getting into the phone sex as much as Peter. The difference was he really was about to fill me with his hot cum. I wasn't close to cumming, but I knew the boys were about to lose it at any moment. "God, Peter. I'm gonna cum! Pound my little pussy harder!" He told me he was oh so close to blowing his load. "Cum in me Peter! Cum in me now! Fuck me hard!" Peter and Jamie lost it. I don't know where Peter's spunk ended up, but I was going to have to douche before I went out with him later. Jamie pulled his cock out of me a short time later, his cum dripping on the bed. Fucking hell. I was going to have to change the sheets, or risk hearing about it from Mom again. I shooed him out of my room for real this time. Peter and I talked a little longer before I told him I needed to go. He told me he was looking forward to our date. I genuinely told him I was as well. ------- About a half hour later, Pam called me. I knew when I heard her voice what she was calling about, too. "Mel, you're going on a date with my brother?" I knew guys didn't like their best friends dating their sisters. Some sort of informal rule they had. I had a feeling she might not like this. The tone of Pam's voice put me on the defensive from the start. "Is that a problem?" "It's cool, Mel. But I didn't know you were interested in him." "He asked me, and I told him I'd go." "So, he's not a dork anymore?" Oh shit. Big sister had her claws out. "I never said I didn't like him. And all we're doing is hanging out together. He asked me if I would go to see a movie with him. I told him I would. We're not getting married ... or anything else!" "We've been friends for years, Mel. You've never wanted to hang out with him." I couldn't believe this. It was awkward enough going out with him. And now Pam had me in a position of defending it. I knew she was just looking out for her little brother though. "Things change, Pam. I had fun with him Saturday." "Don't hurt him." "I'm not planning to. We're just friends. That's all it is." "He likes you. He likes you a lot. He always has. Don't hurt him. You can easily do it." "I promise I'll try not to intentionally hurt him. It's only a date!" "Girl, you know it means more than that to him." "Do you want me to call it off?" "No! Mel ... he's my brother." "I know you love your brother. I could've blown him off when he asked me. I didn't because I didn't want to hurt him." "Is that the only reason why you told him you'd go out with him?" "Pam, it's one date. ONE. I had fun with him Saturday. I thought it might be fun to hang out with him more. He came by the other day and we hung out some then too. I haven't promised him anything." "Do you like him?" "As a friend, yes." "He really does like you. He wants to be more than friends. You know it too." "Look, Pam. You're one of my best friends. Yes, I've always thought of him as kinda dorky. I don't know why other than he was younger than us. I want to hang out with him though. I won't hurt him on purpose. Look, he may think I'm the dork after tonight. I don't know what will happen. No matter what, I promise you I won't intentionally hurt him. Now, I know you're just looking out for your brother, but you're really starting to piss me off." "I didn't mean to make you mad at me." "I'm not mad at you. Gawd! Just chill the fuck out, will ya? Trust me, okay?" "Yeah. You know I'm just being a big sister." "He's lucky he has a big sister that cares about him. But cut me a little slack. You know me." "I'll chill. It's weird though, you know?" "Believe me, I know. Weirdness is my life." ------- It wasn't long after I got off the phone with Pam that Mom came to my room and told me she needed to run some errands before the end of the day. She told me she would be back sometime after five. I again reminded her of my date. She convinced me that she could never forget her daughter's first date with a boy. I quickly put on my shorts and a top and raced downstairs before she left. I'm not really certain why I did. I was feeling nervous, and I just wanted to be around her. She noticed me hovering, but she didn't act like she minded. I walked her to the front door. "Seeing me out? That's new." I was nervous about the date. Mom read me like a book, too. "Don't worry. You'll have a good time tonight. It's not like you're going to church to get married." I took a deep breath, trying to relax. She added, "Just look at it as two friends hanging out. There's no commitment to doing it again." I nodded and she kissed my cheek before leaving. I stared at her from the door until she was out of sight. After closing the door, I went into the family room and plopped on the couch. I stared at the TV, but couldn't focus on what I was watching. I wanted to call off the date. This was just too nerve wracking. But I didn't want to hurt Peter. I knew I had to suck it up and just deal with whatever my friends thought about it. I was good at giving others grief, sometimes when they didn't deserved it. Paybacks from me were hell too. Most people knew not to cross me. I usually didn't make myself this vulnerable to scrutiny from my friends though. Some would likely enjoy getting back at me. A short time later, I heard the front door open. Daddy was home early, but that wasn't unusual for a Friday. He stopped in the family room to see what I was doing. He asked if I was still going out with Peter. After I told him I was, he joked about needing to go clean his shotgun ... which he didn't even have. I just rolled my eyes at him. I could get away with that with him. He then told me he was going upstairs to take a nap for a few hours. ------- Daddy hadn't been upstairs long before the doorbell rang. I was glad I hadn't stripped down again. I opened the door, surprised to see Sarah. "You can't stay away from Jamie for even a few hours? He's not even back yet, girl." I smiled at her. She wasn't smiling back at me though. She had a serious look. She took my hand and marched me up the stairs to my bedroom, closing and locking the bedroom door behind us. She then walked me over to the bed. We sat down, with her sitting further away from me than I would've expected. "What's wrong?" "Us," she told me. "Us?" "Why didn't you tell me you were going out with Peter?" "I didn't want to talk about it with Jamie..." "You could've found a way to tell me. You've heard of that neat invention called the phone, haven't you? I hear everyone has one now! Mel, I thought we were best friends?!" "We are! You're my best friend in the world." She looked really angry. It had been a long time since I'd seen that look. It had been even longer since it had been specifically directed at me. "I think we need to talk. Now." "About Peter?" "About us." "What's wrong?" "We're keeping too much from each other. I don't like it anymore." I knew exactly what she meant. It was clear that the time for 'the talk' was finally upon us. "I didn't want to hurt you, Sarah." "It's now hurting me ... us. Look how you're hiding things from me. We're supposed to be best friends!" she exclaimed, almost in tears. "Look, Sarah. I'm not the only one keeping secrets around here!" "I know. I'm not saying I'm innocent. I'm just as bad about keeping things from you." We both were quiet for a moment. I finally just went for it. "Are you mad that I'm having sex with your parents?" She looked directly at me for the longest moment. There it was. No more hiding it. "Not if you're not mad at me for having sex with yours." "There's more to it than that, isn't there?" I asked. "Mel, I ... that night..." "Last August when we first kissed?" "Yeah ... there was more to it than you know." "Sarah..." "Mel, I was already doing stuff before then." "I know." "You know?!" "Yeah." "What do you know?" "You had been doing things with Mr. and Mrs. Walcott." "How did you know? How long? Did they tell you?" "No one told me," I said. "I saw a video." "What video?!" "A video Mom had in the DVD player in her bedroom. I saw it while snooping one day a few weeks ago." "Oh," she said, looking extremely embarrassed. "What did it show?" "You were blindfolded." "Oh shit," she said, holding her face in her hands, almost in tears. I scooted beside her and pulled her hands from her face. "Look at me," I demanded. "Did they force you?" "No! It wasn't rape." "Then why are you embarrassed?" "They suggested I do things to try to get you involved." "Holy shit. Seriously?" I asked, astonished. "Please don't hate me!" she said, tears flowing freely. I felt horrible. She was upset over seducing me, at least the reason for it. This probably had been eating at her over the past year. She saw the stunned look on my face. I wasn't mad at her. I felt horrible because I'd intended to seduce her at her own mom's suggestion! "Please, Mel..." "Sarah..." I wasn't quite sure how to start. So I just blurted it out. "We both were setup." "What?" "Sarah ... I was seducing you too. Not the first night. After that ... I was seducing you." "But you wouldn't have if I hadn't..." "No, Sarah. I started having sex with your mom the weekend after that first night." "What?!" she said, surprised. "She had seen us kissing and touching that first night in your bedroom. She seduced me that next weekend when you were away. I didn't know you were gone until I got to your house. Your mom suggested I try seducing you." "My mother?!" I nodded. "And you went along with it?!" she almost yelled. "You went along with the Walcotts' idea of seducing me!" I replied defensively, raising my own voice slightly. "I know. I'm sorry. I know I'm not innocent in this." "Look. We both were doing the same thing," I stated. "I know it shocks you that I was doing it because of your mom's suggestion." "She just asked you to seduce me?!" "That's about it. And since we're coming clean with all of this ... you know the time you saw her masturbating?" "She set it up for me to see her?" I nodded. She just sighed deeply. I knew this was throwing her for a loop. I'd had time to take in a lot of this before. I didn't know her seducing me had been the Walcotts' idea, but that didn't really shock me. She was getting hit cold with this stuff about her mom. Sarah finally said, "We both got played against the other." "Yep." We sat on the bed, staring down at the floor for a short time, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Sarah finally said, "Are we gonna still be friends?" "Why wouldn't we?" "I kept so much from you. We kept so much from each other." "Look at us, Sarah. We're sitting here talking about it. We're not fighting. We're not calling each other a deceitful bitch. Sure, we kept things from each other. Big things. But we're sitting here spilling out our guts to each other because we ARE best friends." "Mel, I'm fucking your father!" she ashamedly blurted out, tears streaming down her face. "So? I'm fucking yours! Want to compare notes?" I retorted, with tears flowing from my eyes. I was smiling though. She chuckled through her tears. I wiped them from her face. "Is my dad good?" she asked somewhat jokingly. "Yeah. You should be proud of him," I said while laughing a little. "Yours is pretty good too," she said with a slightly wicked smile. "Is my daddy better than yours?" I teased. "I wouldn't know that!" she protested, but she knew I was joking around with her. "Are we gonna be okay?" I asked. "We're best friends. But this time ... NO MORE SECRETS!" "At least none that involve either of us." "Deal," she said, hugging me. I had a big secret involving Jamie and Mrs. Clark. How was I going to tell her without breaking my promise to Jamie? "Sarah," I said, looking down. "Now that we've made a deal not to keep secrets that affect each other, I need to tell you something. It's a secret that involves Jamie. But ... I promised him I wouldn't ever tell anyone." "Is it something that's hurting me?" "You might be pissed if you knew about it. But then, you might not care that it happened." "Is it happening now?" "I don't think so, but it could be. I just don't know." She was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Don't break your promise." I smiled at her softly. She knew I'd break a promise for her, but she's a better person than that. "I have the bestest best friend in the world!" I exclaimed, hugging her tight. I pulled back from her and then asked how she got involved with my parents. There was suddenly so much to ask her about! She seemed a little hesitant because she was obviously afraid of what I would think. To help her get over that feeling, I quickly told her in detail how her mom had seduced me that first time, and about later wearing my cheerleader outfit the first time I sucked off her dad. She was really surprised at how that all happened. It seemed to make it easier for her to be forthcoming. "Mel, you weren't the only one to play cheerleader," she blushed. "No you didn't!" "I ... borrowed your outfit one night when I was with your parents. It was your mom's idea." "Our moms are definitely in on this together. They had to have been comparing notes," I said with confidence. "It looks that way." "So, did my daddy like his sexy cheerleader?" "Mel!" "Well, did he?" "Yeah. He liked touching me while I had it on. It was weird in a way because it's your cheer outfit. I wondered a few times if he was pretending I was you." I scrunched my lips, not sure what to make of that. "Did you suck him off while still wearing it?" "Yeah. Your mom got it on her camera. The second time he came, he was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Your mom got a little worried that he was going to cum on the outfit, so she took it off me while he kept rubbing his cock against me." "Did he fuck you?" "He never put it inside me that night. He just rubbed it along my slit. He liked sliding the tip of it between my lips and then slapping it against me." What happened two nights before flashed through my head. No wonder Daddy didn't stop me when I was rubbing myself against his cock! He was into that kind of thing. I added, "Your dad licked and fingered me that night is all. I did watch your parents fuck though. Your mom and I were in a sixty-nine position and he fucked her with my face right at her pussy. After he came in her, your mom got me to lick her pussy out." "Gawd, Mel," Sarah suddenly seemed embarrassed. "What?" I said, amused at her reaction. "You're gonna get all icky on me now?" I grinned. "Look at us! We're talking about the sex we had with each other's parents as if it's something everyone does!" "Not everyone can be the cool kids like us," snobbishly flipping my hair. She pushed me down on the bed. "I want to have your cool kids," she said seductively. "Our kids would be the coolest! But I'm missing some parts. One of us is gonna have to grow a pair ... and a dick." "I like the parts you have." "You're just saying that because you want to fuck me." "Brains and looks. You have it all!" "You can have me anytime you want." "Slut." "Your slut." She kissed me. "Sarah, I mean it." "I know you do." "So, tell me about your first time with my mom," I inquired. "The first time with your mom was similar to your experience with mine. She called and asked me to come over one afternoon last August. No one else was home. I think you were at cheer practice. Jamie was probably at football practice, but I'm not sure. It was just me and your mom." "Were we already back in school?" "Yeah, we were." She paused before continuing. "She told me she knew I'd had sex with Julie. She supposedly had seen us fooling around a little one time when she'd stopped by the Walcotts while I was spending the night over with Julie." "I bet Mrs. Walcott arranged it so my Mom could see it ... so that Mom could use what she saw to try and seduce you." "Well, she asked me if I was having sex with you. I tried to deny it at first, but she got me to admit to it. Then she asked if it was as much fun with you as it had been with Julie. I told her it was more fun with you because you did it better." I felt a perverse since of pride. Sarah continued, "She then told me she knew I was also having sex with Mrs. Walcott. She asked if I had fun doing things with her. I told her I did. She told me she knew Mrs. Walcott had found me and Julie together, and had been showing me how to have sex with her and her husband. She wanted to know if she could show me some things Mrs. Walcott might not have. "Mel, I was already doing so much with the Walcotts. And your mom is so pretty. I couldn't resist. When she took off her top and bra, I couldn't resist sucking her nipples. I took my top off for her. She didn't even have to ask me. We sucked and licked each other's tits and pussies for about an hour maybe." "How often did you do it?" "A few afternoons a week while you and Jamie were at practices." "When did my daddy get involved?" "It was right after school started back from Christmas break. You and Jamie were still doing practices at school in the afternoons. Your dad 'walked' in on me and your mom one afternoon, but I'm sure that was no accident. For a while he would just jerk off watching us together. We did this a few times a week. It wasn't too long though before I was doing stuff with your dad." "Did he force you?" "No way, Mel! Your parents are cool. They never made me do anything. The first time I sucked your dad's cock was my idea. I think it surprised both your parents when I did it. I'd already sucked off Mr. Walcott, so it wasn't anything new for me." "Did he cum in your mouth?" "Not the first time. I think he was afraid it would freak me out or something. I'd swallowed Mr. Walcott by then though." "Were you still doing stuff with the Walcotts?" "Not really. Just a few times after I started having sex with you and Pam. Being teachers, they were always so busy with school until late in the afternoon. I didn't spend much time with Julie after last summer either. Most of it was here with your mom, and then your mom and dad. She taught me a lot of stuff to do to a guy ... and girl." I grimaced. While I wasn't so much upset that Sarah had gotten firsthand sex classes from my mom, it bothered me that she could talk with Sarah so much, and not with me. "Are you mad at your mom now?" she asked. "I should be." "Don't be. I'm sure my mom taught you things, too." I sighed. Sarah had a much better relationship with her mom, or at least that's the impression I had. I decided not to press the issue though, and changed the subject to Daddy. "So, tell me about losing your virginity," I said. "Well, it was with your dad early in June," she told me. "I'm guessing you lost yours to my dad?" "It was the first Saturday in June," I replied. "You were at your grandparents." "Mel, I was at your house that Saturday." We looked at each other knowing this couldn't be a coincidence. "Figures," I said. "My parents were supposed to be going to a lake house with some friends. They obviously planned to swap us." "Looks that way," Sarah replied. "My parents were also supposed to be going to a lake house with some friends." I rolled my eyes and started shaking my head. She scrunched her lips for a moment, "You were also supposed to be staying with your grandparents." "Maybe our grandparents went to the lake house," I joked, and half laughed. Sarah laughed with me. I then said, "Mom gave me the same bullshit story so I'd spend the night off. She had already made plans for you to spend the night with her." "They obviously worked it out together," Sarah stated. I said, "She gave me this hokey motherly advice about making good choices. She was trying to get me out of the house so she and Daddy could have a cherry busting party with you," I said, disgustedly. "Mel, she wasn't trying to hurt you. The advice she gave you was good, wasn't it?" "It's not that it wasn't good advice. It's that we haven't been close at all for some time. She never talks with me about anything related to sex. She's probably given you way more advice over the past year than she's ever given me." "I remember you telling me on the night when we first started fooling around that she had talked with you about sex with boys," she said. "She talked with you about being smart ... to make sure you used protection. I think your mom is pretty cool. I know you probably think I'm just saying that because I've been having sex with her, but she really is concerned about you." Sarah reached out and took my hand. I'd didn't regret what I'd done. I didn't think she did either. Our parents hadn't forced us to do anything. They did take advantage of the situation though. Was that why I was upset? I then said, "Mrs. Thomas says we're too much alike for our own good. We end up being our own worst enemies when it comes to talking." "I think she's right." "Does Mom talk about me much?" I asked. "Sometimes she does," Sarah said. "She loves you, Mel. She just has a hard time talking about some things with you." "Duh." "Mel, don't be so hard on her." "Does she ever talk about her past with you, like when she was a teenager?" I asked. "Sometimes she does," she said. "She talks about how things were for her when learning about sex with her old boyfriends and stuff." "Does she talk about when she was in college?" I asked. "She told me about meeting your dad, but not much else." "Has she talked about knowing Mrs. Thomas back then?" "She's never mentioned knowing her back then," Sarah answered. "She just mentioned knowing my mom since they were little." I nodded, and sighed. I was sorta glad Mom hadn't told Sarah about her wild times in college. "What about Mrs. Thomas though?" Sarah asked. "You guys seemed to be hanging out a lot now." "We have gotten to know each other really well since Saturday," I playfully smiled. "Cool. And her husband ... our church pastor?" she asked expectantly, grinning mischievously. "Him too," I grinned in return. "Sarah, she is so different from any other woman I know. I really think you'd like hanging out with her." "I'd like to get to know her ... with you," she said, blushing. "I bet you'd like her," I said, blushing as well. Said then seriously said, "I like that she's helping my best friend get closer to her mom." "Mom and I seem to be getting closer lately," I admitted. "Mrs. Thomas has been pushing me to try to communicate better with her. I think she's been pushing Mom, too." "I've been around Mrs. Thomas some with the Walcotts," Sarah told me. "She seems pretty cool. It's like she really does care about people." "She is cool, and she does care deeply. She hates stuff that ends up hurting people," I said. Then I asked, "So, have you and Mrs. Thomas ever... ?" "Not yet. I bet she's fun though." "Want to sometime?" I said, giving her a wry smile. "With you, yeah." "I'll set it up," I grinned. The tension between us was gone. It felt great too. I now had my best friend back the way I wanted. We could talk about anything together again. "Mel, I'll tell you whatever you want to know about the Walcotts and your parents. Everything." "I'll tell you about your parents, too." "This will be interesting." Sarah mused. "Yeah, and for once, we may be the ones who get to do the setting up. But, Sarah. I promised your mom last year I'd never tell you about her asking me to seduce you." "I won't ever let on." "I hate breaking promises though. She told me back then that she wanted you to be exposed to things. I wonder if she knew what was going on between you and the Walcotts." Sarah thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know what she knew. It's possible she didn't, but they are all thick as thieves. Including both our mothers." "I'm not really complaining about being seduced and all," I said. "I just don't like all the deception. I've enjoyed all the sex. Some of it has been extremely weird and awkward, but it's all been fun." "That's what I've hated. I basically lied to you, Mel. For the past year, I've felt bad about that. I should've just told you what was happening with the Walcotts." "I'm not sure how I would've reacted though," I admitted. "You'd have been shocked," Sarah said. "But you would've wanted to get involved eventually, too." I nodded in agreement. "I know you too well. You're my girl," she said affectionately. "So, I'm your bitch, huh?" "You know what I mean, chica. I know we're not lesbians, but I love you." "Bisexuals can love each other just like lesbians," I informed her. "We could be getting married some day." "Speaking of getting married, what's all this stuff with Peter anyways?" she teased me. I almost strangled her. We kissed deeply for a short time. I then told her about the upcoming date with Peter and what had happened since Saturday night. She was surprised I'd agreed to go out with him, but was glad I had decided to go instead of hurting him. She made me promise to call her the next day and tell her everything. I knew I would. We had a whole lot to talk about yet. As curious as she was about Peter, we both were dying to know more about each other's experiences over the past year. I asked, "How often have you played the blindfold game?" "I did it a few times with the Walcotts. I've done it four times with your parents." "Did they ever try to make you think others were in the room with you?" "Yeah, every time. It was always at least one of Julie or Pam's parents." "Have you fucked Mr. Rayner?" I asked. "At least once that I can be sure of. You?" "Same with me." I thought for just a moment about something really wicked. Sarah could see that my devious mind was coming up with something." "Mel, I know that look. What are you thinking about?" "You know I said we could be the ones to set things up for a change?" "Yeah?" she asked with cautious curiosity. "Daddy is in his bedroom." "So?" "It's just the three of us." "Oh, my Gawd! Mel! You can't be serious?!" "Hells yeah!" "You think your dad is going to do a threesome or something?" "Of, course not. At least not knowingly," I said deviously, raising my eyebrows." "Mel! How are we supposed to do that?!" "Simple. A blindfold game." I replied, smiling wickedly. "Blindfold your father? Are you serious?" "As a heart attack. You'll get him to do the blindfold game, but you get him to wear it instead of you ... and use the restraints too, of course." "He's not going to do that with you in the house!" "I'll be in the shower getting ready for my date. He'll easily believe I'd be in there for an hour or longer." "Mel, this is freakin' crazy!" "Isn't it though!" I grinned. "What if we get caught?" "We won't. He'll be restrained. He won't know I'm there." "Mel, are you thinking of doing stuff with him?!" she asked, almost holding her breath waiting for my answer. "I did something with him the other night." "What?!" I told her about what I did sitting on his lap on the couch. She was stunned that I would openly go that far with him. I think it made her all the more curious just what I'd do with him blindfolded. We quickly came up with a plan. Neither of us could stop smiling at the other. What we were about to do was exactly what had been done to us. And we were going to enjoy every fucking minute of it too. I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Sarah went to my parents' bedroom. I stripped down and started the shower running, but didn't get in. I waited at the door for Sarah to come back. It took about ten minutes, but she finally came and got me. I remembered to turn off the water, because I'd be taking a cold shower later if I hadn't. "Shhhhh." she softly whispered and took my hand, leading me to my parents' bedroom. When I was finally in the doorway, I saw Daddy on the bed, blindfolded with restraints around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the corners of the bed. I bit my bottom lip as I softly walked over to the end of the bed with Sarah. Sarah climbed up on it between his legs. His cock was already standing tall between his legs. "I'm back. Your daughter is in the shower now. I've closed and locked the bedroom door, too. She can't catch us." I grinned at her. She took his shaft in her right hand and started stroking it. "We can't do this long," Daddy told her. "We've got at least an hour, but we'll stop before then just to be safe. I'm not so sure you can last an hour anyways." She leaned down and flicked her tongue across the head, looking at me the whole time. She was going to put on a show just for me too. "Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Livingston?" "You know I do." "You can't get enough of my little pussy, can you?" "Not nearly enough." "It's too bad there's no one here to help me with this big hard cock. It's almost more than I can handle," she said to him. "I could go get Melissa, if you want me too?" "That's not such a good idea," he plainly stated. "You don't think Melissa is pretty?" "She's my daughter, Sarah." "But she is pretty?" "Very pretty." "Sexy?" "Sarah..." "Is your daughter sexy?" "She's very sexy." "If she wasn't your daughter, would you fuck her?" "Uhh..." "Would you fuck her if she were someone else?" "Yes." "I'm gonna let her lick your cock then ... instead of me." Sarah moved off the bed, pretending she was changing places. She started to get back on the bed when I stopped her for a moment, and started getting on it myself and pulling her with me. I moved up between his legs, but left room for Sarah to get beside me without touching his widespread legs. She then carefully moved beside me. We were doing our best to make it seem like it was just one person between his legs. Sarah wrapped her right hand around his cock again. "Hi Daddy," she said. "Hi, baby." "You're so hard for me, Daddy." I almost giggled. "It's all for you, sweetie." Sarah was surprised when I move my left hand toward his cock, and wrapped it around the base of his shaft. I didn't know if he could tell the difference between our hands, but I wanted to feel every inch of his dick while I had what could be my one and only chance. The shaft was so soft, yet as hard as a rock. The veins made it look even harder to me. The head of it was sexy as hell. It was just the right size, with the ridge of it protruding enough to probably distinctly feel it inside you. It was so warm in my hand. "Can I lick it?" Sarah leaned a little closer, asking him. "Please," he said with a dry voice. This was obviously a new position for him to be in with Sarah. I mouthed to her to move her hand away, and I promptly moved mine in its place. She shook her head at me like I was nuts, and then leaned closer and started bathing the head with her tongue while I kept holding his cock. "Lick up and down the shaft, baby girl." Sarah looked at me, indicating I needed to move my hands away. Instead though, I mouthed to her to move away some, as I lay down and began doing what he asked his baby girl to do. I glanced back at her and grinned, and then resumed licking his big hard cock. I thought Sarah was going to freak out. I began to lick up and down his shaft, even taking the opportunity to lick his smooth shaven balls. "God that feels good, sweetie," he moaned. I kept bathing his shaft with my tongue. I'd never done anything this wicked in my life! "Put it in your mouth," he begged. I took the head into my mouth and began bobbing, taking more and more of his cock as I did. I again glanced back at Sarah. Her eyes were about to pop out of her head as she watched. I didn't know if I'd have this chance again, and I took full advantage of it. Daddy moaned each time I took him deep. He was getting into it. "I want to fuck you, baby. Sit on my cock." I took my mouth off of him and debated what to do. I decided I couldn't fuck him. So, I moved back and let Sarah straddle his waist so his cock was lined up with her pussy. She sat down on him, impaling herself fully in one downward motion. She fucked him for about ten minutes, cumming once during that time. I lay down with my face close to where they were joined together, so that I had the closest view of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. My face was just inches from them the entire time. I could see the veins of Daddy's cock. I could see their combined juices coating his shaft. Her pussy lips gliding tightly along it as she rose and then impaled herself again. She was fucking my father, and I wanted it to be me he was fucking. I'd been too much of a wuss to take advantage of the opportunity though. Then Daddy surprised the both of us when he grunted, "Melissa almost fucked me the other night like this." Sarah stopped, keeping his cock deep inside her. She looked back at me. I kinda half shrugged. "Did you want her to fuck you?" she asked him. "At that moment, God help me, but yes. Yes, I did." "She was sitting on your lap?" "Yes. We were both naked, and she was rubbing her pussy against my cock." "She was all but fucking you then, huh?" He nodded, "If she had moved a little differently, I'd have easily been inside her." "You would've been fucking her?" "She would've been fucking me." "Would you have stopped her?" "Yes. But she still would've had me inside her for at least a moment." "Would you have really stopped her?" "I would've had to." "But you wouldn't have wanted to, would you?" "God help me, but no." "You wanted to fuck Melissa, didn't you?" "Yes." "Your daughter's tight little pussy." "Fuck yes!" "If she was doing what you said she was, then she wanted to fuck you." "Oh God..." "She didn't want to just feel your cock on the outside of her tight little hole. She wanted to feel your hard dick pushing into her sexy body." "Shit..." "I bet she would've fucked you so good. Her father's cock inside her. She would've squeezed it just like I'm squeezing you now." At that point, Daddy completely lost it. He started grunting and groaning loudly as he came inside Sarah. She held him tight, and said, "Cum inside me, Daddy. Give your baby girl all your cum!" Sarah worked his cock until he was completely wasted. She then slipped off him, moving beside me. Her pussy was already beginning to drain his cum. I moved away from them a little. Sarah had a devious grin on her face. She wasn't finished. "Mr. Livingston, I was lying earlier when I said Melissa was in the shower. She's here in the room with us." Daddy grunted just a little, still recovering from his intense orgasm. "She saw everything. She's looking at your cum covered cock right this minute." "Sarah..." "I'm going to make her lick your cock clean." She grabbed my hair and pulled me so that I was lying between his legs again. She could be a little domineering during sex. She then straddled my back, moving her head beside mine. "Lick your Daddy's cock clean, Mel. I know you want to." And I did just that. I licked him, took him in my mouth, and sucked him until all their juices were gone. She then pulled me by my hair again, getting me to move away. She then lay down on her back with her head resting in his lap against his cock. "Mr. Livingston, I'm going to make your daughter clean your sperm out of me with her tongue." She leaned up and grabbed my head, pulling it down to her cum filled cunt. I licked her while she talked to Daddy about how good his daughter's tongue felt licking his cum from her. "Your daughter has a talented tongue. I love it when she licks me like this," she teased him, and taunted me. She came hard when I began licking her clit furiously. Her hands held my head tightly to her as she writhed and moaned. Daddy's cock was standing tall again too. After a few minutes, she moved away from Daddy. She got me to move as well so that we were kneeling on the bed beside each other. She stuck two fingers in her own pussy and pulled them out, glazed with his cum and her own juices too. "Mr. Livingston, she left some of your cum inside me. She didn't swallow it all. I've got it on my fingers. I think she wants it inside her pussy instead of her belly." She then stuck those two fingers inside me. I almost moaned before she realized it and covered my mouth with her own. Once she was convinced I wasn't going to make any noise, she pulled back so she could taunt my father some more. "She loves having her daddy's cum in her." "God, Sarah. Is she really here?" She motioned for me to get off the bed. She walked me to the door and wasn't quiet about opening it. "I'm sending her to get a shower now. She's got a date to get ready for." She closed the door behind me, leaving the two of them in the room. I leaned against the wall, relishing what we'd just done. We'd finally turned the tables on the adults. I was perversely satisfied with myself. I then realized I better get my little butt into the shower before Sarah had the restraints off of him. She was probably doing just that as I was standing there rubbing myself. It had gone too well to carelessly risk getting caught now. ------- I'd been in the shower for about five minutes when the shower door opened and Sarah joined me. "Sarah! I can't believe you did that!" "You can't believe me?!" she asked incredulously. "Girl, you sucked your father's dick!" "You started it all with that daddy-daughter talk," I claimed. "What got into you?!" She grabbed my hair and pulled my head close to hers, and sternly stated, "You did." Her mouth covered mine in a deep passionate kiss. She pushed me against the wall as she moved down my body to my pussy. She worked my clit over good until I was moaning loudly through an intense orgasm. I was still panting when she stood up and began washing me. "Sarah, that was fucking wild!" "You sucked your dad's cock," she deadpanned. "I didn't mean for it to go that far!" "It did. Your dad loved it too." "Does he really think I was in there?" "No. I told him it was only me the whole time. That you don't know about him and me." "You're a very bad girl," I said, reaching around to slap her tight little butt. "I'm your bad girl," she softly said, hugging me. Sarah helped me finish bathing, and getting primped for my date. When we left the bathroom together, she went and checked my parents' bedroom, finding it empty. We then went on to my room so I could pick out what to wear that night. While we were going through some of my clothes, I asked her, "Would you want to do something like that with your father?" She blushed, but didn't answer. I knew what the answer was though. "We'll see what we can setup," I winked. I didn't know if I could actually pull off something like that. But it didn't matter. We were best friends. We could be the biggest perverts ever when we were together. We weren't going to keep things from each other ever again, no matter what. Mrs. Thomas had been right too. Best friends usually don't keep things from each other for too long. It was hard to keep secrets from real friends. I loved Sarah. I planned on us being thick as thieves ... forever. ------- Chapter 21 I joined Mom in the kitchen a little before it was time for us to go pick up Peter. She was standing at the counter looking through a cookbook when I plopped in a chair at the table. "Mom, what was your first date like?" She paused before looking at me. "It was awkward. I think all first dates are awkward though." "Did you have a crush on the guy?" "No. I did like him though, but he had a major crush on me. He wanted me to be his girlfriend right away. I didn't want that." "How old was he?" Mom said, "He was a year older than me. I think every guy I dated was older than me." I sucked on my lips. It seemed that I was gonna be the trailblazer of the Livingston girls for once. "Honey, age isn't everything. Most guys don't know how to act their age. For many, I'm not sure they ever do. In some ways, that's part of their charm, I suppose. Peter is somewhat the opposite. He acts more mature than some guys who are fifteen, even though he is a little younger than you." "Peter can act silly sometimes," I interjected, remembering how he put his cock in a hotdog bun at the Rayner's that Saturday afternoon. "As I said, it's part of their charm," she smiled confidently from experience. "You learn to appreciate it for what it is. Guys mature differently. Some sooner than others." "Well, Peter has been exposed to a lot more things than I would think most guys ever are." "Don't be so sure. Just when you think you're ahead of someone, you find out you're playing catch up." "Duh," I said, shaking my head at Mom. Mom caught my drift. "Don't complain too much. You're catching up pretty fast, sweetie." "Not fast enough." She looked at me closely before sitting down beside me. She took my hand in hers. She wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. I could see her struggling for words. She wanted to give me words of wisdom, but she knew those words could well expose her to ridicule from her daughter. Her past was haunting her. I felt bad for her. For us. I leaned over and hugged her. She seemed surprised at that. I'd read her mind. I think she sensed it too. She didn't know what I knew though. While still hugging her, I said, "I like it when you talk to me." "There's a lot I'd like to tell you sometime." "About what?" "About a lot of things. Like the nudist camping. You shouldn't have found out the way you did," she said forlornly. I thought she was almost on the verge of tears for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me before?" "Partly because you'd have freaked out about it when you were ten. But, also for the same reason you don't tell me things at times." She looked at me as I gazed at her, "I'm not trying to justify it. It is what it is. I'm trying to change though." "You didn't have to hide things from me," I said. "I probably would've freaked out at the idea a few years ago. But I might've gone along with it." "Really?" she asked very skeptically. "No," I giggled. "I'd have been totally freaked out about it." Mom laughed a little. "That's what I figured." We hugged tighter. Daddy came into the kitchen and just stood there watching with a smile. The dangling cock between his legs was just too distracting though. Visions of me sucking it just a short time ago flooded my mind. I felt a sense of guilt too. I wasn't sure just how Mom would react if she knew what I'd done. The guilt wasn't enough to make me regret doing it though. I pulled away and said, "I'm going upstairs to get ready." "Just let me know when you're ready to leave." I walked past Daddy. He rubbed my head as I passed him. I watched his cock to see if it jerked any. It didn't. Was I hoping it would? As I started to walk away, he asked, "Did you tell Peter that I have a shotgun?" I stopped and turned to look at him. "Daddy, don't embarrass me," I said, pleadingly. He walked over and hugged me, "I won't. I'm just picking on my girl a little." I smiled as I looked up at his face. "I will go buy one if he doesn't treat you right though," he more seriously said. "I think I can take care of myself," I told him. "I know you can, but I'm your father. And he better remember that, too." I hugged him tighter, and then kissed him. He was being a good daddy. ------- On the way over to pick up Peter, Mom seemed to be in an even better mood. I asked, "Did Daddy put that smile on your face?" "He's good at that. But you're responsible for this smile." "What do you mean?" "My daughter is going on her first date. You're growing up right in front of me." "Mom, it's just a date. It's not like we're getting married." "You'll understand when you have a daughter. You've changed a lot over the past few years. You're not a little girl anymore." I liked hearing her say the last part the most. Here is where I might have said something snotty to her about still being treated like a little girl by her, but I didn't. The ice was thawing. "You're going to start getting asked out by a lot of guys this school year." "I don't know about a lot." "Wanna bet?" "No one asked me out last year ... and I was a cheerleader." "So much of your time was spent doing cheerleading too," she noted. "You weren't that available to flirt with." She looked over at me, "Plus, you probably intimidated a lot of the guys your age." "Intimidated?" "Honey, you're a beautiful girl. You're beginning to really show it, too." "Nobody ever tells me..." "Your father and I don't count?" "No. Well, you know what I mean." "You have a terrific body. You're athletic, but you look more like a dancer than an athlete. Your face and smile are adorable. Your eyes are going to hypnotize quite a few boys. I've seen how guys gawk at you." I smiled and blushed. "You look sexy as hell when you blush, too." "Mom!" "It's true!" "Peter has a crush on me. I don't feel the same for him though." "You don't have to. Have a good time with him. Just don't lead him on." "I've tried not to." "Sometimes feelings develop over time," she said. "Don't worry about that though. Just have a good time with him." "I kissed him when he was at the house." "That happens. Speaking of things that happen, you are taking your birth control like you're supposed to?" "Yeah, Mom. I'm not planning to have his baby," I said, showing my annoyance. "Maybe I should always leave my bedroom door open," I joked. "That wouldn't be any fun." "Mom!" "Stop 'momming' me. You're old enough that this shouldn't embarrass you." I pursed my lips together. She was right. If I'm going to walk the walk, I shouldn't be embarrassed about talking the talk. "So, it's okay if we're in my bedroom together with the door closed and locked?" "I hate locked doors." "Because I'm too young?" I goaded her. "Because I can't peek in and watch if I want too," she audaciously said. I started to 'mom' her again, but she cut me off. "Don't you dare 'mom' me either!" she chuckled. "Should I leave it open for you?" I boldly asked. She was quiet for a long moment. I waited her out though. "If you want too," she calmly said, reaching over to squeeze my hand while still watching the road. Was this really my mother I was talking to?! She was blushing a little. This was the first time there had been any kind of attempt by Mom to include me in any type of sex game with her, if you could call it a sex game. "Seriously, Mom? Would you want to watch?" "Yes," she said plainly, but I could tell she was embarrassed. I was shocked. But I grew a little bolder. "Even knowing what you might see?" "Yes," she said, but I could hear the uneasiness in her voice then. She was taking a big step with me. I stared at her with an approving smile, even though she seemed to be afraid to look at me directly. She glanced over long enough to notice it though. I unbuckled the seatbelt and slid over next to her. It was awkward sitting between the bucket seats like that, but I wanted to be close to her. I leaned against her, laying my head on her shoulder. I expected her to complain, but she just wrapped her arm around me instead. We were being reckless, but more importantly, we were bonding. It was what I'd been wanting. I thought briefly about Mrs. Thomas. I couldn't wait to tell her. She'd be proud of me ... and Mom. ------- When we arrived at Peter's house, he was already waiting for us on the front porch. I slipped back in my seat. Mom could easily see how perplexed I was about what to do. "Get out and walk back with him to the car, and then get in the back seat with him." "Maybe you should go out with him." "No way, sister. I had my first date decades ago. It's your turn." "If you love me, you would." "Don't be pathetic. You'll be fine. You look great. Now scoot." I did what Mom told me. I met him when he was about halfway to the car. He opened the back door and let me get in first. The ride to the theater was really awkward. Mom did her best to engage us in a conversation to break the uneasy quiet. Actually, Mom was the one making things uneasy, but that was unavoidable since neither of us was old enough to drive ourselves. Mom dropped us off at the mall. It had a big theater along with a number of places to eat inside. It was very crowded too. I was certain that a lot of people I knew would see us. Then I began to worry that Peter would want to hold hands while we walked. Fortunately, he didn't try. We were just two people hanging out together. We hadn't been there long before some of my friends from school spotted me. Tammy, Becky, and Jennifer were the ones I knew the best. Some other girls I knew were with them too. They all started walking toward us. I hadn't seen most of them since the beginning of summer break. Tammy Addison and I hung out a lot at school, but we didn't live close enough to see each other outside of school much. We did see each other fairly often though at the mall and such. Her parents were cool when I was around them. They were down to earth type of people. Tammy was a lot like that too. Becky Jordan and I weren't that close as friends. She was one of those girls that clung to whoever was the most popular at the time. She'd hung out with me in the past mainly because I'd been a cheerleader. I'd always been rather popular too, which meant she could score popularity points as well by hanging out with me. She was cute, but nothing special. She got a lot of attention from older boys though. She came across as being easy to score with, which is probably why guys liked her ... along with having some of the biggest tits in our grade. She always dressed to show them off, too. Tammy seemed to be the leg Becky and the others were humping on now. Even though she wasn't a cheerleader, she was very pretty and popular. I wished I had her hair. It was always so perfect looking. She probably spent a lot more time making it look perfect though than I did with mine. Her boobs were a little fuller than mine, but otherwise she had nothing else over me. The others were mainly people I'd been in classes with over the years. Most of them were cool though. "Hey, Mel. I haven't seen you since school ended," Tammy said. "I haven't been around too much." "Because of cheerleading camp and gymnastics?" "Nope. I'm not cheering this year." "I'd heard you'd quit," Becky interjected. Of course, you did, bitch. That's why you haven't called me. I lost my popularity credentials. I made myself be nice to her though. It was something I'd gotten used to doing. "Yeah, I just got tired of it. I might try out for softball or something this year." "You want to hang out with the lezzies?" Becky replied with a disgusted tone. I responded, "They aren't lezzies. You better watch saying that, too. Most of them could probably kick your ass if they wanted to." She gave me a 'whatever' look. I didn't give a shit. I probably would help them kick her boney little butt. Tammy grinned slightly at me. She knew what Becky was all about. "Softball would be cool. I might tryout too," Tammy said, almost grinning before glancing quickly at Becky. I snorted just a little while trying not to laugh. Becky didn't seem to notice that she'd just been slammed though. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her standing with Tammy either. She just started going on and on about her summer. We'd all been talking for a short time before I realized Peter was probably feeling left out. I wasn't sure what to do outside of just telling my friends I had to go. One of the girls, Jennifer, recognized Peter though and started talking to him while I was still talking to Tammy and Becky. Jennifer Preston was cool. I'd known her since her family had moved into our area over two years ago. She'd tried out for last year's cheer squad, but didn't make it. I'd befriend her during tryouts. She'd been upset about not making it, but she got over it fast. She had more going for her to attract friends than having to depend on being a cheerleader. That made me feel better about her. I knew she had an older brother, but I'd never met him ... or her parents for that matter. We didn't spend much time together away from school though. We'd talk on the phone for short periods of time, but she'd never seemed to really want to hang out with me alone. She did have a habit of showing up beside me between classes and during lunch though. However, I hadn't heard from or seen her since school had ended for the summer. When it came to Peter, I didn't completely trust Jennifer, but I much preferred her talking to him than Becky. I didn't think she would try to embarrass me if Peter said something to her that he shouldn't about our relationship. Becky would stab me in the back in a heartbeat if she thought it would make her more popular somehow. I tried to listen in on what she and Peter were saying. However, it was hard to hear over Becky's yapping away about her father buying a new speedboat and spending a lot of time at their lake house the past few months. But I did hear Peter tell Jennifer that we were going to see a movie. As it turned out, they were all going to see the same one. Fucking great, I thought. We all walked together up to the ticket booth. Peter insisted on paying for me. The others noticed it too. The chatter between them convinced me of that. I was determined not to let it bother me though. Peter also insisted on buying the drinks and popcorn. That just increased the knowing looks between my friends. I stayed cool though, even if I was feeling a little sick about it. We stood around waiting for the previous showing of the movie to end. I stood with Peter, but both of us were feeling a little self-conscious. We both knew we were being watched and evaluated by my friends. I wasn't sure all of them even knew who he was. Maybe they would think he was older. Jennifer seemed to be the only one who knew him well enough to even talk to him. I wondered just how she knew him. It was possible they might have had a class together last year. After a few minutes, Tammy grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the others. Damn it, the interrogation was about to begin. "That's Peter Rayner, isn't it? Pam's little brother?" This wasn't going to go well. She knew Pam wasn't even a year older than me. "Yeah." "You're on a date with him?" "Sure. He's cool," I said, bracing for the obvious question of why I would be dating him. "He's cute too," she added. Hold the phone! "How long have you been dating him?" "Not long." All of a sudden, I didn't want her to know it was our first date. "Cool. Look, I'm having some people over in a few weekends before school starts back. A pool party. Can you two come?" Holy shit! "Yeah, umm I'll have to ask Peter, but we'll probably be there." "I haven't told anyone else yet. I was gonna call everyone this weekend. So don't say anything about it yet except to Peter. And tell him not to say anything yet either." "No problem." "Are you and Pam good friends still?" "We hang out some." "So that's how you got hooked up with Peter." "Yeah." "I hate you." she said, but not meaning it. "You better keep him away from Becky though. She's about to fuck him with her eyes right now," she said, looking in their direction. I walked back over to Peter. I moved in between him and Becky, reclaiming my date. I was totally fucking wrong in how I thought this was going to go. They weren't making fun of me. My friends were envious of me! I'd originally planned to get Peter to sit somewhere away from everyone. But, after talking with Tammy, I wanted us to sit with them. We followed them and sat in the same row, with Tammy on my side opposite of Peter. The movie was just starting when Tammy leaned over to me and told me she was jealous that I'd hooked up with Peter before school had started back. I cut my eyes over at him. I knew he was cute. It was always his being younger that bothered me. It was then I realized just how big of a fucking hypocrite I'd been. I'd been complaining about getting left out of things because I was the youngest. And I'd wanted to exclude Peter from my life just because he was younger than me. I felt totally rotten. He was a good looking guy. He was always sweet to me. We had a lot of the same interests. What the fuck was wrong with me?! I leaned over closer to him. I put my hand close to his. He glanced at me. I gave him a soft smile. He took my hand in his. My whole body tingled. I was actually holding hands with a boy. He didn't let go of it until the movie was over. As we were leaving the theater area, Jennifer came up to Peter again while I was talking to Tammy. They obviously knew each other better than I first thought. I didn't feel threatened by it, but it stuck in my head all the same. We got something to eat afterwards. Peter insisted on paying again. I told him that wasn't fair, that I needed to help pay for something. He finally relented. We talked and talked. He was so easy to talk to. Tammy and her entourage got something to eat as well, but sat away from us. Tammy was cool like that. She knew I didn't want them on top of us the whole night. They all watched us the entire time though. Becky was still trying to fuck him with her eyes. Jennifer kept glancing over as well, but no more than the rest of my friends. After we finished eating, I told everyone we'd see them later. Jennifer was the only one to tell Peter goodbye. She was the only one that seemed to really know him though. I made a mental note to ask Peter about how he knew her. Jennifer hadn't said a word to me the whole night, but she didn't act like she was mad or anything. We walked around talking some more, while holding hands the entire time. I saw a few more of my friends. It didn't bother me at all being seen with him anymore. I suddenly wanted to be seen. A few of his buddies saw us together too. They came up to him to find out what was going on. Just like Becky had done with him earlier, they were about to fuck me with their eyes. It was disgusting how they gawked at me so openly, but I took some pride in it, too. ------- The mall was about to close. So, I called Mom to let her know to come pick us up. We were still holding hands on the sidewalk when she pulled up. She gave me this exaggerated amazed look when Peter wasn't watching. I just shrugged as we got in the back seat. "Did you guys have fun?" "Yes, ma'am. We did," Peter immediately responded. Obviously, he'd felt things had gone very well. So did I. "Melissa, what was the movie about?" "Ummm..." "Uh huh," she said, grinning while looking back at me in the rearview mirror. "Mom, can Peter come home with me for a little while?" She raised her eyebrow at me. I gave her a 'please' look. The rearview mirror was becoming our secret way of communicating. "Sure. I'll call Maggie and let her know he'll be home a little later." "Thanks, Mom," I smiled at her. She smiled in return, almost looking smug. She knew my whole attitude had changed about Peter during the evening. She probably knew it would beforehand. When we got home, Daddy greeted us at the front door. He was a bit surprised to see Peter with me. Fortunately, he was cool and didn't say anything to make things awkward. We were standing in the hallway together. I told Peter to go up to my room while I talked with Mom for a minute. He excused himself and went upstairs. Daddy took the hint as well and went into the family room to watch TV. "Melissa?" she simply asked. I knew what she wanted to know too. "I'm an idiot." "An idiot wouldn't have realized how wrong she was until it was too late. What changed?" "My friends." "They think he's cute, don't they?" "Yeah. Well he is cute. He's sweet, funny, and cool." "You're pretty cute and cool too. And smart. Otherwise, Peter wouldn't be in your bedroom right now." "I'm not sweet too?" I asked, giving her my best sickeningly sweet look. "You're funny." "You're mean to me," I playfully pouted. "You're sweet sometimes. You're being mean to Peter making him wait on you though." "I better go up there." "Yes, you better." I had a wicked thought. "Oh, Mom. Want me to leave the door open a little?" I asked with a mischievous grin. She paused for a moment and looked up the stairs. She then looked back at me with her own mischievous smile. "Just a little." As I walked quickly to the stairs, I turned and said while grinning, "You're bad." She smiled at me. Was she really serious? I'd find out soon enough. ------- I was feeling anxious about what I'd suggested to Mom. I'd invited her to spy on us making out, maybe even having sex. For once, I felt like we had completely broken down the barrier between us. The anxiety I felt came more because I was involving Peter. I didn't want to screw this up with him now. I didn't think it would if he figured out what was going on between me and my mom, but I couldn't be certain. Peter was standing by my dresser looking through my CDs when I walked in the room. I partially closed the door behind me, leaving it open just enough so that someone from outside could easily see my bed. I walked over beside him to help pick out something for us to listen to. I already knew we liked most of the same music. I was curious what he would want to listen to with me though. We stretched out on the bed side by side, facing each other. Earlier today, I'd just hoped to get through this without hurting his feelings. Now I didn't want the date to end. We were like any other close friends that wanted to hang out together. We were far from being two average kids though. We both knew we were fucking our siblings. We both had quirky families, but we just accepted that as who we were. It seemed to make it all the easier for us to share personal things with each other. Neither of us felt the need to lie to hide our weirdness. "Are you and Jamie cool now?" "Yeah, we've learned how to not kill each other for now. Do you, Pam and Penny go through stuff like that?" "Once in a while. I guess all brothers and sisters do it," he said. "We usually get along fine, up until lately." "Do you mind telling me what you were upset about?" "It was the whole nudist thing. He was going to nude campgrounds with my parents while I got sent off to be watched by relatives like I was the family dog. They kept it a secret from me." "I wondered why you never went and Jamie did." "I was 'too young'," I groaned. "I wish they'd have let you go." I leaned over and kissed him. I kept my face close to his. I badly wanted to make out with him. He jumped at the chance too. It's a wonder either of us could breathe the way we kissed. He pushed me onto my back as he moved over me. He held my hands down to the bed with his, and kissed me deeply. I was his for the taking. He could've used my body however he wanted, but he just kept his face close to mine even when we weren't trying to suck each other's tongue off. He liked looking at my face, and into my eyes. I liked him looking at me too. He was making me melt, and very wet too. I've never wanted anyone as bad as I did at that moment. I was getting a little frustrated though. I began to realize that Peter didn't want this to be just about sex. He didn't want me thinking he was just trying to get me horny so he could fuck me again. That was incredibly sweet. Mission accomplished. He'd earned a lot of points tonight. I was ready for him to fuck me though! I reached to grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to get it off him. "We don't have to," he said. Oh, yes we did. "I know we don't, but I want to." We fumbled around stripping each other. Neither of us wanted to break contact with the other. I wanted his body touching mine, inside mine. He was obviously feeling the same way too. He looked at the door. I told him not to worry about it, that my parents would stay downstairs. At that point though, I didn't care about either of them spying on us. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and hungrily sucked it. I was ready to explode just from that! He moved down my body, slowly at first. I pushed on his shoulders, letting him know I needed his mouth somewhere else. He was a smart boy too. I came within seconds after his mouth covered my clit. His tongue was all over it. At times I pushed him away slightly because it would get too intense. He spent the longest time just enjoying licking and looking at my pussy. I was spread wide open for him. He kept looking up from between my legs into my eyes. It was more than lust that I saw in his. He had my pussy right in front of him, but he wanted much more than that from me. He slid up my body and pressed his lips softly and gently to mine. The tips of our tongues met. I could taste myself. His breath was intoxicating. He took my face in his hands, our noses brushing as we enjoyed the closeness. This was so new for me. I guessed it was for him too. We were both vulnerable. I didn't care though. His shaft was pressing against me. I moved against it, letting him know I wanted it. He didn't need another hint. Moments later he was inside me. He wasn't thrusting though. He was just enjoying the feeling of being inside my body. I held his body tightly to mine. We slowly and gently began rutting into each other. He was grinding against my clit while his cock remained buried deep in me. The urge to pound into me finally overwhelmed him though. He leaned up, held my legs apart, and fucked me to within an inch of my life. My pussy was throbbing and squeezing him. I was whimpering and moaning. I think my orgasm started the moment he'd first entered me, and lasted until he came as well. He was groaning loudly as he flooded me. His face looked almost comical, but in a sexy way. We both were wet with sweat and trying to catch our breath when he finally lay down against me, still keeping his cock inside me. I glanced over toward the door. I'd almost forgotten I'd left it partially open. I was sure I'd seen Mom's face for a moment. Or did I just imagine it because I wanted her to have seen this? None of it really mattered for me right then. I just wanted to cuddle with Peter. He was kissing my face. My hands wanted to touch him all over. I wasn't finished with him yet. We never parted as I turned to move over his body, kissing his lips softly. I kissed his chin. I kissed his chest, looking into his eyes as I kissed further down his body. His cock was already responding again. I pressed my chest down against his shaft, feeling the wetness and heat from it. I would've fucked him with my tits, if I'd had enough to do the job properly. But he seemed to enjoy the sensation just the same. I moved down further, kissing his lower abdomen, his cock against my neck. I moved my mouth to the base of his shaft, our eyes still meeting. His expression was endearing. I kissed lightly up his cock, taking my time, knowing that I was teasing him just a bit. I'd reward him for his patience momentarily. I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head. Our eyes were still locked together. I slowly took more of him in my mouth, using my tongue on the underside to intensify the feeling for him. I kept descending on his shaft until I had all of him. I leaned my head back slightly so he could see more easily. He groaned in appreciation. His cock was like a steel rod while I made love to it. That's exactly what I was doing too. I was doing this solely for him. I was determined to make him cum with his cock completely in my mouth. It would be a first for me. He tried to warn me, but I reassured him with my eyes that everything was just as I wanted. He came so intensely that he almost bucked me off of him. I held my mouth firmly to the base of his cock though. I swallowed as fast as he spurted. It was going straight into my throat anyways. I was a little surprised I wasn't choking. He begged me to stop, that it was too intense. I stopped working my tongue against him, but still held him inside my mouth. Finally I let his cock slip from between my lips, and looked at him while I lecherously licked the lips of my open mouth. He seemed to appreciate my erotically suggestive show. I slid up against him so that I was lying with my head on his chest. His fingers tenderly stroked through my hair as I cuddled against him. We stayed pretty much like that for about a half hour before Mom knocked on the door, getting our attention. She was standing so that she wasn't looking directly in at us. I suspected she'd peeped in though, and saw that we were still naked and intertwined. "We probably need to be getting Peter home soon," she called out. "Okay, Mom," I said with a sigh. I was tempted to ask if he could stay the night. Sarah had with Jamie already. Maybe it would be better if it wasn't on our first date though. "We better get dressed," he said, dejectedly. I sighed, "The bathroom is down the hall." "I don't want to clean up." What a sweet thing to say to me! "Neither do I," I said, smiling as I put on my panties. I was gonna be squishy the rest of the night. We stood for a moment at the bedroom door and kissed. We then walked to the top of the stairs, stopping to kiss. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, we kissed. We walked hand in hand into the family room to let Mom know we were ready, even though we clearly weren't ready for the night to be over. ------- We held hands in the backseat while riding to Peter's house. For a moment, I wondered if we were going too fast with this. I knew I probably needed to put the brakes on this a little. We weren't a couple yet. I didn't want him to think I was that easy. But, everything I was doing was screaming how easy I was to be had. I needed to figure out a healthy balance. I wasn't sure where things would go after this date, but we'd figure it out as we went along. I got out of the car with Peter. "I had fun," I said. "Me too." Suddenly things were awkward, but he seemed to know not to push things. Why did I ever think he was just a dork? "Tomorrow afternoon we're going to my grandparents for the rest of the weekend." "Call me before you go," I said. "I'll call you early in the afternoon. I'll probably sleep in." "Me too." He just stood there for a moment. I think he wanted to kiss me goodnight. I leaned into him making it easier for him. It was a quick, but tender kiss. I watched him walk up to his door before I got into the front seat with Mom. She smiled at me, but didn't say anything at first. I stared ahead quietly, thinking about how well things had turned out. She finally broke our silence. "You're gonna bite your bottom lip off if you're not careful." She chuckled at me when I realized how I must've looked. "Not what you expected, was it?" she asked. "My friends like him. Tammy said he was cute." "He is cute. I told you he acts older than he really is." "Yeah. I feel kinda stupid." "Things aren't always what they seem, are they?" I looked at her closely. "Thanks for putting up with me." "You're my daughter. In some ways, I know you better than you know yourself." "Because I'm like you?" "Scary, huh?" "I'm glad we're alike." I said, smiling at her. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." I sat quietly for a few moments. "Did you watch?" I asked. "What do you think?" "You were there the whole time, weren't you?" I asked, amazed that I was hoping she would say yes. "Not the whole time," she said, showing a little embarrassment. "You didn't stop us." "I didn't see anything that needed to be stopped." I stared at her. She'd watched us have sex. She knew Jamie and I were having sex. I pushed the issue a little more. "You know you're not supposed to be okay with that." "I'm not like those who think I'm not supposed to be okay with that." "I'm glad," I daringly said. She reached over and patted my leg reassuringly. "I need to slow down a little," I stated. "I think you know what speed you're good at. You'll figure it out. I'll be there when you crash though." "Was grandma there whenever you crashed?" "Not really. It wasn't her fault though. We weren't that much alike. There was a lot she didn't know or understand." I looked at her closely. She'd never said anything like that about her mom before. She reached over to hold my hand. At a stop sign, she briefly looked over at me. Our eyes met for a few moments. In that short time, there was an unspoken acknowledgement between us that things were now very different. We still had a ways to go. I still wanted answers to many things. I knew she would tell me in time though, when she was ready. ------- Chapter 22 I woke up late Saturday morning. I'd stayed awake for a while after Mom and I arrived home the previous night. I couldn't stop thinking about Peter. I began seriously wondering if I'd gone too fast with him. Did I have real feelings for him? I hadn't really wanted to be around him before the past week. That all changed when I'd seen my friends' reaction. Was I now using him? He's a really cute guy. He'd always been sweet to me, even when I'd basically ignored him. He'd probably had a crush on me for some time. I didn't want to lead him on, but I was afraid that my motives weren't the right ones. I was totally mixed up. So much had changed so fast. He called me early that afternoon like he said he would. We talked for over an hour. He was going to be at his grandparents with his whole family through Monday. I was missing him already, and I had mixed emotions for feeling that way. I still hadn't mention Tammy inviting us to her party in a few weeks. I decided to wait until he got back to see how I was feeling about things. That would give me some time to do some real soul searching. After getting off the phone with Peter, I called Sarah and told her about everything that happened. Sarah had a way of getting to the point with me, especially since we'd gotten all the secrets between us out of the way. She knew she could get away with it too. "I'm not surprised," she confidently stated. "Stop gloating, bitch." "You're such a silly nilly." "Silly? You're the one talking silly to me." "You were being silly about Peter being younger than you, duh." "So, sue me. Anyways, it was just a date." "Mel, I know you better than anyone. If you don't have a major crush on him now, you're about to." "I only started wanting to be around him when I knew my friends thought he was cool." "Not from what you told me. You've been hanging out with him all week. You kissed him the first day he came over to see you. You've talked with him on the phone for hours. You had phone sex with him! Now tell me again how you didn't like him before your friends gave their stamp of approval." "Maybe you're right" "Hells yeah, I'm right," she confidently stated. "Just because you were afraid of the reaction that others might have doesn't mean you weren't crushing on him at least at some level." "Maybe, but you know the phone sex was Jamie's fault." "Mel, you were being totally silly about him being younger than you. You know it too. And the phone sex would've happened if Jamie were there or not." "Okay already. I'm a silly nilly," I admitted. "But the phone sex was totally Jamie's doing." "If I hadn't been so interested in Jamie lately, I'd have gone after Peter," she said. "And I've never done phone sex with Jamie, so it had to be your idea. Boys aren't that smart." "You wouldn't have gone after him." "You're right. You know why?" Sarah asked. "Because you wouldn't do that to me?" "Exactamundo, because I also know he has liked you for some time now too." Exactamundo? What the fuck? "So, you're my best friend ... and you couldn't tell me that?" I asked her. "And is your dad watching a 'Happy Days' marathon again?" "You'd have freaked out over it and started really avoiding him. You'd have never gone out with him. I did you a favor," she explained. "And yes, Dad is. But it's better than his watching 'Waterboy' over and over. He almost freaked out when he read on the web that Henry Winkler was dead. He was really upset until Mom told him it was just one of those internet gags." It probably was best that Sarah hadn't said anything about Peter liking me before. I would've tried to avoid being around Peter. I was glad she was being brutally honest with me. It's what best friends should be able to do without getting all pissy about it. Well, not too pissy anyways. She made sense too. Also, she reminded me just how lucky I was that my parents hated Henry Winkler. "Mel, speaking of dads..." I knew it would come up. She was still in awe of what I did with my father. "Are you jealous that I've sucked off both your boyfriends?" I asked, smiling to myself. "Your dad isn't my boyfriend. It's just that, I can't stop thinking about what you did..." "Neither can I. Do you think I'm a freak?" "Yeah, you're a freak," she proclaimed. "But I've been jilling off while seeing you doing it in my head. So I'm a freak too." "I haven't done that yet. I guess that makes you the bigger freak." "Gawd, Mel. It's just that ... Gawd!" "Pretty wicked, huh? Do you want to setup your dad sometime?" "I don't know." "Sarah, I sucked my daddy's cock. You were there. I did it right in front of you. I sucked his cum from your cooch. If you want to do the same thing with your dad, who am I to say anything?" "I'd like to at least watch you and my Dad together," she admitted. "Do you want to suck his cock?" "Maybe." "Are you wet like me?" I asked. "Very." "Take your panties off, little girl." "They're off already." "God, you're such a slut," I teased her. "Have you been fingering your hot little hole the whole time we've been talking?" "Not the whole time," she said. "And I'm a nudist now too, remember? My panties are almost always off." "At least you have that as an excuse now," I teased. "I bet you've been rubbing yourself since we started scheming how to get your cute little mouth around your dad's hot sexy cock, right?" "Fuck yessss..." she hissed. "You know he likes looking at your pussy. He loves it when you sit unlady-like. He can see those cute little pussy lips of yours. He wants to lick them just like you want to lick him. Do you want that?" "Yes! Damn you, Mel!" "We could lick his big cock together. I could pretend to be your sister ... both of his little girls licking his hard shaft." "Fuck!" she gasped. "He wants to do that too, Sarah. Your dad wants to put his cock in your tight little pussy and fuck you silly. I bet he imagines I'm you every time he fucks me. I'm gonna get him to call me 'Sarah' next time, too." "Gawd, I'm close..." she groaned. I caught up with her quickly. My clit and fingers were good for that ... plus already being horny as fuck from remembering how I'd licked my own father's dick. "Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Dad while he fucks you with his big thick cock!" I urged her. Her little orgasmic squeals were enough to get me off. I was louder than her. I wished I could be quieter when I came. I wondered if Mom heard me from downstairs. As good as things were getting between us, it certainly wouldn't be the best time for a mother-daughter sharing of experiences moment. "Mel, that was a first for me." "What?" "Phone sex. You took my phone sex V card." "If you hadn't been such a slut with the Walcotts, we could've given our lesbianic virginities to each other. You got mine, but you gave yours away like it was Halloween candy." "I wish you had been my first." "You're number one to me, sweet'ums." ------- I finally got the opportunity to see Mrs. Clark later that afternoon. The Rayners were already gone for the rest of the weekend. Jamie and Sarah were at my house. I had so much I wanted to tell her. "Hello, stranger." "I've got so much I want to talk to you about," I bluntly stated as I walked into the house. She led me upstairs to her bedroom. The memories of the past year flooded back. She'd led me upstairs to that same bedroom the previous year after telling me that she'd seen me and Sarah when we'd first experimented together. Sarah was the first person I'd ever kissed intimately. We'd kissed for the longest time that night. We ended up playing with each other's tits before stripping down completely. Sarah had actually instigated a lot of what happened that night. Pam had been talking to her about Penny practice kissing with one of her friends. When I asked Sarah about where she had learned about masturbating, she told me she'd caught her mom doing it. I knew the real story now though, and so did Sarah. It was the following week when Mrs. Clark led me upstairs and seduced me, showing me naked pictures of her friends. I'd always thought Mrs. Clark was so pretty. She had a great body, too. When she asked me to kiss her that first time, I was all hers. When she let me suck her nipples that first time, I knew I would want to do it again. When she first licked my pussy, I was completely hooked. I played her games, and loved every minute of it. I was so hooked on her that I'd willingly agreed to seduce her daughter. It was my first important secret. A year later, I wasn't sure I could keep up with all the secrets I had. Mrs. Clark had seduced me, but I'd been eager to be seduced. I'd then attempted seducing Sarah with her mom's approval. I was glad I'd finally told Sarah. Mrs. Clark didn't know that I had though. And there I was, going up those same stairs yet again. What new secrets would I have when I left? "Maggie told me about last weekend," she said. "I figured someone might." "I hate you found out about the nudist lifestyle the way you did. I'd mentioned to your parents several times that you were eventually going to discover it on your own." "I wish they had told me years ago." "But it sounded like you had a great time discovering it yourself." "I guess you could say that," I blushed. "You guess? Think about it," she said. "What would've been more fun? Your parents telling you, or what happened last Saturday?" "I fucked everyone that afternoon ... and night ... and the next morning." She chuckled, "I heard you'd had a lot of fun." "I fucked Mr. Walcott in the hot tub." "I hadn't heard about that. Did you enjoy his cock?" "Yeah. He's pretty good with it." "That he is." "Your husband is better." "He would love to hear you say that. Men like those kinds of compliments." "Men are easy. Boys especially." "You're learning pretty quickly," she smiled knowingly. "I heard you even got to be with Bradley Thomas." "That was totally wild. My church pastor fucked me!" "Sinner," she teased. "I thought he was going to give me a sermon while he did, but he could only moan. Mrs. Thomas might've had the most fun just watching us, but she also had fun touching me too." "Doris is an ... interesting person." "You say that like you don't like her," I told her. "Oh, I do like her. We've had some great times. We met in college and spent a lot of time together." "With Mom?" "The three of us were inseparable much of the time." I knew their summer breaks during college were a different thing entirely, but I didn't ask about that. Mrs. Clark turned to look at me directly, "Doris had to go to your house Sunday morning to get you." I didn't know what to say to her. She had to know why I'd sneaked out of the Rayner's house. "I shouldn't have gone there," I admitted. "I'd gotten angry about all the secrets being kept from me. My parents weren't telling me anything." "And you wanted to see if Sarah was there?" "I thought she might be." "Did you find out what you wanted to know?" I remembered what Mrs. Thomas said about pretending I didn't know Sarah was there. "No," I lied, feigning frustration. I thought I saw a hint of relief on Mrs. Clark's face. I was certain then that she wasn't ready for me to know that secret, a secret she obviously shared with my parents as well. "You're still not going to tell me either, are you?" "I still think your mom should be the one to tell you secrets she wants you to know involving her." I sighed in mock frustration, for her benefit. Mrs. Thomas had already told me much of what I wanted to know about Sarah and Mom. Sarah could fill in more of the blanks. It was going to be up to Mom to tell me the rest. Mrs. Clark wasn't going to. I still liked her though. I couldn't blame her for not wanting to betray her longtime friend's trust. I hoped Sarah and I would be like Mom and Mrs. Clark when we were older. Mrs. Clark then did her usual misdirection to get me away from asking about my mom's secrets. "I guess it would be okay to show you some pictures and videos of the Walcotts and Thomases, if you want to see them?" "That would be cool." I'd already seen the Walcotts in pictures and videos my parents had, but she probably had a lot of stuff I hadn't seen. As she was about to get off the bed, I said, "I've missed hanging out with you." "Bob and I have missed you too ... and not just for the hot sex." "I've missed that too," I coyly said. "We'll have to make up for lost time then. Do you need to go home anytime soon?" "I don't have to be anywhere. Mom knows I'm here." "And Peter is at his grandparents," she grinned. "How do you know about him?! A girl can't have any secrets around you guys!" I protested. "How did last night go?" "A whole lot better than I expected," I said. "I was certain my friends were going to slam me about it. I'm surprised Becky didn't call me his babysitter." "Just because he's younger?" "Yep, but they thought he was cute. Becky was even flirting with him. Tammy said she was jealous that I'd hooked up with him before school started back." "So, do you have feelings for him? Or is he just a friend?" "I'd guess you'd say we're technically just fuck buddies right now," I said, and smiled. My brazenness surprised Mrs. Clark. "Fuck buddies? After one date?" "It's not like we just met!" "I'm teasing," she said, chuckling. "I remember an afternoon earlier this summer when you two were putting on quite a scene." "Yeah, but he didn't know he was co-starring for a sex show that day," I said, and then wondered if that was actually the case. He might have known they were there. Like Mrs. Thomas said, the Rayners were a pretty kinky bunch. "So, you're at least fuck buddies. The way you talk though, I think there is more to it." "Maybe. I dunno," I said. "It's just ... I've always just thought of him as Pam's little brother." "He's not such a little boy anymore though, is he?" "He does look more mature than his age, and he acts it too." "So, maybe you're beginning to have feelings for him?" "I don't know if it's really feelings ... or that I'm dating someone my friends would like to date." "Melissa, don't lead him on." "I haven't. Well, not too much," I said. "We held hands most of the night. I was all over him too after my friends said what they did." "That's quite a bit for a first date." "We fucked at my house after the movie," I shyly added. "Fucked, or made love?" I scrunched my lips. She read my face accurately too. "How do you feel about him today with him not around?" "I can't stop thinking about him." "Ah. And?" "I wish he were here for me to hang out with." "He has a crush on you, doesn't he?" "Yeah. He's been really sweet to me lately." "Honey, relationships can start any number of ways," she explained. "Sometimes it's love at first sight, but many times it happens over time. Sometimes it just sneaks up on you with someone you'd never expected." "I've always thought of him as a dork." "But he's not a dork any longer?" "I feel stupid for ever thinking that. I see him so differently now." "Just go with it, sweetie. Enjoy the ride. It may or may not end, but don't worry about that." "So, I shouldn't go slow with him?" "You should go at the pace you feel comfortable with. Just don't run him over by accident." We both giggled. "I can't believe all this happened last Saturday." "I heard something else about Saturday." "Yeah?" "You played our game with the Rayners." "The blindfold game?" "That's the one." "It was my first time with Mrs. Thomas." "She's fun to play games with. So is her husband," she winked. "Bob and I hate we weren't there." "You haven't seen a video of it yet?" I teasingly asked. "What makes you think there was a video taken?" she grinned, deviously. I bit my bottom lip. Amazingly, she admitted there was a video, "I haven't seen it yet. I need to get it from Maggie when she gets back." "Will you let me watch it?" "I may need to see it first before I decide. Part of the game is not ever knowing who was there." How convenient, I thought. Based on that, there was no point in asking to see the previous ones I was in. I was dying to know who would show up in those though. Would Mom be in it? I'd have to find another way to figure it out. I was curious how she would respond to the question though. "I guess I'll never get to see the videos of me from the times we played the game here, and who was in the room with me." "You saw everyone when we took the blindfold off." Technically, she wasn't lying. In the video with Penny, her mom had been in the room earlier. Of course, she wasn't there when they took her blindfold off. She was left to think it was my mom there the whole time. They likely had played me the same way. I didn't complain though. Her answer was revealing enough. There was obviously someone in the room that she didn't want me to know about. I really liked Mrs. Clark. She had exposed me to a lot of things. But she was just as evasive as ever about things I wanted to know. She then got off the bed and walked over to her dresser. It was then that I noticed the laptop. "When did you get one of those?" "Bob bought it about a month ago. It makes it a little easier to look at pictures and videos when Sarah is around. The computer that's now downstairs in the family room doesn't offer much privacy. She went to her closet and looked for a short time for the disc she wanted. "This one should be fun to look at again." It only took her a few moments to find what she was looking for on the disc. She opened a folder and a group of pictures were displayed on the screen. "These are from a few years ago, but they are pretty hot." That they were. The Walcotts and Thomases were in the images along with the Clarks. The pictures appeared to have been taken in the Clark's house. Many of them in the bedroom we were sitting in. It was apparently a group sex session. The women were getting double and triple teamed by the men. One of the pictures had Mrs. Thomas with a cock in every hole except her ears and nose. It reminded me of the image of my mom in the porn movie. One image showed Mrs. Clark holding two cocks in her hands, taking the head of both in her mouth at the same time. I was a little surprised the men didn't mind their cocks touching like that. Another image had Mrs. Walcott with her mouth open as Pastor Thomas and Mr. Clark were cumming at the same time into her open mouth. Their cocks were a few inches away from her, and their orgasms seemed to have been timed to occur simultaneously so that they could capture the image. The ropes of cum were impressive as they shot from the tips of their cocks into her mouth. "That looks incredible." "That one took a lot of patience to get," she said. "Getting two guys to cum at the same time isn't too hard, but to get an image like that takes a little luck." She then clicked on another folder. This one had videos. She picked one out and we watched it together. It was from the same night. For the most part, it just showed all of them in different combinations and positions. They were all having a great time together. Mrs. Thomas got really wild. I found myself watching her more than the others. She loved sex. She loved sharing her body with everyone there. Her husband didn't mind at all. His wife was a total slut with their friends. I finally got to hear his potty mouth too. "Bradley can get carried away." Mrs. Clark knew I might be shocked at the things he was saying. "No one seems to mind," I said. "It's all good fun, sweetie. Sex isn't just physical. If done right, all the senses can come into play." I nodded indicating I understood what she meant. I'd never thought too much about it. No wonder the phone sex I did with Peter and Sarah was so much fun. I bet I could make it even more fun the next time I did it too. We watched several more of the videos. Most of them weren't but about five to ten minutes long. Watching them had both of us very horny too. Mrs. Clark closed the laptop and put the disc away, then joined me on the bed again. "Do you ever see any of the men without your husband?" I asked her. "You mean as a date?" "Well, yeah," I said. "But not necessarily as a 'date' date. Do you ever like swap husbands for the night with another couple?" "We've done that a few times in the past," she admitted. "We feel that's treading a little too dangerously though. It's too easy for things to end up going beyond just being physical." "That's what I was wondering. It seems like doing things with everyone together would be better." "It takes a lot of trust in your partner to do any of what Bob and I do with others. But we're all human and can make mistakes." Moments later, Mr. Clark appeared at the bedroom door. "What a nice surprise!" he said, looking at the two of us. "Hi, Mr. Clark," I sweetly smiled. I really liked him. He'd been so good with me the times we'd had sex. He'd been my first. He would always be special to me for that, I suppose. "It's always good to see you." "Especially in your bedroom?" I teased. "Well, yes. But not just here. I enjoy seeing you anytime. Sarah's not here though." "I knew she wouldn't be," I coyly said. He walked over and joined us on the bed. Mrs. Clark excused herself to go downstairs to make sure she hadn't left the stove on. Mr. Clark and I talked a short time. Amazingly, he didn't act like he was trying to get me out of my clothes. I took the initiative. "I thought you guys were experimenting with being nudists?" "I guess we're bad at experimenting," he said. "Afternoons aren't the best time to go nude around here though. You never know who will show up. Colleen and I figured we'd be getting in and out of clothes constantly with people dropping by." "We can experiment now, if you want," I said. "You're my kind of scientist," he complimented. Men are so damn easy. We both started taking off our clothes. Mrs. Clark came back to the bedroom, talking on the phone. She immediately raised her eyebrow at us. "We're being good nudists," I whispered to her. She quickly said her goodbyes and got off the phone. "I like how you take the initiative, Melissa," she stated, taking off her own clothes. I wondered if I reminded her of my mom, like I had with Mrs. Thomas. It didn't take but a few moments for us to end up on the bed together. Mr. Clark was down between my legs while Mrs. Clark licked and sucked on my hard nipples. It didn't take much longer for me to have an orgasm either. I moved so that I could suck Mr. Clark's cock. I took my time with it too, using my tongue to give it a good bath. His moans told me he appreciated what I was doing. I'd become quite proficient at cock sucking over the past number of months. Mrs. Clark took her turn down at my pussy. It was still throbbing from the orgasm Mr. Clark had given me. I was ready for him to fuck me too. Then the phone rang. Mrs. Clark moved away from me and grabbed it. I pulled away from Mr. Clark's dick to watch her more closely. She looked at the caller ID before answering, saying hello as she got up and began walking out of the bedroom. She apparently didn't want me to hear the conversation. I wondered if it was who she'd been talking with before. My mom maybe? Mr. Clark bumped my mouth with his cock. It was throbbing and dripping pre-cum, along with being wet from my mouth. I couldn't resist making a show of licking it off the tip of the head. He moaned in appreciation too. I was determined to give him the best blowjob I could, but I was hoping I wouldn't drain him to the point he wouldn't be able to fuck me. Mrs. Clark came back in the room after a few minutes and joined us on the bed again. "You do that so well, Melissa. Bob obviously agrees." I took my mouth off his cock long enough to say, "I've been practicing." "So I've heard." She watched for a few moments longer. She seemed to have something on her mind as she watched. She finally lay down so that her face was close to mine, and her husband's cock. "Would you like to play our game again?" Before I came over, I wondered if I'd end up playing their game again. I really wished I knew who she'd been talking to on the phone. "I guess," I said. "Is it just going to be us?" "That wouldn't be any fun, would it?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes. "A friend is going to come over shortly." "Just one friend?" "Maybe two. Maybe more, but one for sure," she teased. "Not knowing is what makes it that much more fun, doesn't it?" The Rayners were out of town. It could be one or both of the Walcotts, but my bet was it would be Mom. Did I want this to happen? "I guess that would be cool," I replied. Why slow down now? Mr. Clark got out the restraints and something else. It wasn't the blindfold I was used to. This was something else entirely. It looked like it was made of rubber or latex. Mrs. Clark said, "Want to try something a little different this time?" I raised my eyebrow, curious what they were up to. She handed it to her husband. Mr. Clark stuck his hand inside what I quickly realized was some kind of hood. It had a holes for the mouth and nose, but not for the eyes. "You want me to wear THAT?" "We'd like for you to," Mrs. Clark said. Her husband added, "It's made of spandex. It's comfortable while you have it on. It stretches to fit most anyone's head without a problem." Mrs. Clark said, "It allows the game to be a little more interesting." "How?" I asked. "You won't have to be restrained the whole time, if at all," she said. "You can't easily take it off like a blindfold." I debated for just a moment before agreeing to wear it. "I'll be able to use my hands while wearing this?" "Sure, but we still might restrain you for part of the time." "Cool," I said, agreeing to go along with the changes to the game. Mrs. Clark went downstairs to wait for her guest. Her husband put the hood on me, making sure I was comfortable. He then had me get on the bed so that he could put the restraints on my wrists and ankles, attaching them to the corners of the bed. He said they wanted to start the game as usual before releasing me. While we waited for his wife to come back, he teased me with light touches, tickling me, knowing I was at his mercy. I loved the feeling of being helpless. I did have the safe word, but I had no intention of ever using it. Mrs. Clark finally came back into the bedroom and asked if we were ready for the game to start. Of course, I couldn't see anyone, but I assumed whoever was going to be a part of this had already arrived. It only took a few moments before a whole bunch of hands were touching me all over. A hand would rub me in one spot for a moment, and then leave my body. Then I would be touched somewhere else. I was certain there were at least three sets of hands, but there could've been more. They were obviously trying to make it so that I couldn't tell exactly how many people were in the room. The bed shook on both sides. A few people had gotten on it, with at least one person on each side of me. The next thing I felt were tongues licking different parts of my body. Again, it was difficult to tell how many. They were licking me in different spots at different times. The bed was constantly shaking. Again, there could've been any number of people on both sides of me for all I could tell. Their intent was clear. The whole thing revolved around deception. The game was evolving to keep it fresh. Finally both my nipples were being sucked and nibbled on. Someone else moved between my legs. So, there were at least three people, but I already knew that. I was certain from the touches that at least one of them was a man, but I already knew Mr. Clark was here. Was another man here as well though? So far, I couldn't tell. I then felt someone straddle my body, over my stomach. By the feel of the legs touching my flanks, I was sure it was a man. Then I felt a mouth kissing the insides of my thighs. By my count, there had to be at least four people on the bed with me. The man straddling me began rubbing his cock against my stomach. The two mouths that had been on my nipples were now licking my tummy at the spot his cock was touching me. That likely meant these were two women. I didn't think any of the men would ever lick someone's cock like these two were doing. I still didn't know the gender of the person between my legs though. The man scooted further up my body so that his cock was almost between my breasts. A hand began massaging one of my tits. It was a man's hand based on the feel. Was it possibly a second man? The person who had been kissing and nibbling on my inner thighs had finally made their way to my pussy. A soft tongue was toying with my clit. I couldn't feel any of the person's hair though. If it was a woman, it probably was tied back into a ponytail or something. I got the impression that person didn't want me to know his or her gender. However, I could feel the shoulders touching me softly at times. I was pretty sure it was a woman ... or maybe even a younger girl. My mind then went into overload wondering if the adults would involve someone like Kari. It was even possible it could be Sarah and Jamie joining in, but I seriously doubted it would be Sarah. She wouldn't do this to me. She would've told me the prior afternoon that she was participating in these games with her parents. She'd have no reason to hide it from me after we'd come clean with each other. The man straddling over me started scooting down my body, moving between my legs. The person who had been there obviously had to move out of the way, but it didn't seem like they had gotten off the bed. I felt hands lifting my butt up into the air, and a pillow moving beneath it. I was certain the man was about to fuck me. And that he did. I was soaking wet and ready for a good hard fuck. It only took him a moment to get up a good rhythm, slamming against my body as he speared my cunt with his shaft. He kept it up for a while too. The mouths returned to my nipples during all of this too. A hand began touching close to my pussy as the man continued fucking me. It was probably the person who had previously been between my legs licking me. It was clear now that it wasn't a man. She was reaching between the man's legs from behind to touch and rub both of us where we were joined. Finally, the man pulled out of me and scooted back up my body to where he'd been before. The next thing I was aware of was cum landing on my chest. It felt like a lot of it too. Who's cum was it though? Several soft hands began rubbing the sperm all over my little boobs. I wondered if we were about finished with the game. "You look so hot with his cum all over you, especially your sexy tits," Mrs. Clark said softly into my ear. "It feels like he came a lot." I replied. "Oh, he came a lot alright. It's all over you, sweet girl." Then I felt several tongues on my breasts. They were licking the cum off me, giving me a tongue bath. I assumed Mrs. Clark was one of them, but maybe they were trying to fool me. Someone was between my legs again too, licking me, giving my clit a good workout. The man straddling me was rubbing his spent cock between my breasts. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't completely soft either. Fingers were toying with my slippery nipples. My body was getting overloaded from the sensations. I came intensely moments later, thrusting my hips up to push my pussy harder against the mouth licking me so good. My loud moans told everyone just how good everything felt too. The man sitting over me then moved away. I was certain that he'd moved completely off the bed. Mrs. Clark was back at my ear, "I want to ask you for a favor." "It's not like I'm in a position to refuse," I softly laughed. "There is another hard cock here. He wants to cum on you too." "He can fuck me if he wants," I plainly stated. My pussy was far from satisfied. "He just wants to cum on you, sweetie." Why was she asking me if this was alright? Was this just a head game? "I'm cool with whatever," I said. And I was. I was ready for anyone to do anything. I was horny as fuck. "Okay then. We're going to remove the restraints now." If the man was only going to cum on me, why the need to do that? Once my arms and legs were free to move, hands took hold of my calves and lifted my legs up and over me. The result was that my pussy and ass were fully and obscenely exposed to everyone there. The foot of the bed moved on both sides. Two people were on it with me. Hands from one or both of them began rubbing the exposed backside of my thighs, moving to my butt cheeks. Then the underside of a hard cock pressed into the channel of my pussy. He moved back and forth against me, enjoying the feel of my wet lips as his shaft slid between them. I wanted that cock inside my pussy, but he just kept rubbing it against me instead. Then he began slapping it against my mound. The next thing I was aware of was that a hand was now holding it near the base. I assumed it was the person who had joined him on the bed earlier. She began directing where that hard cock would touch me. At times, she would slap it along my slit. She also liked just rubbing the head against my clit. This kept happening for a few minutes. My whole pussy was on fire. Then the hand seemed to move away. He began rutting against me on his own. I could feel his balls touching my pussy at times during all of this. He was enjoying rubbing himself on my mound. After just a short time, the man began moaning. He pulled back a little. The tip of the head of his cock was then against my pussy lips. He, or someone else, was stroking him too. I was sure he was about to cum on my opening. "Reach out and touch him," Mrs. Clark said into my ear. As I reached between my legs with one hand, the hand that had been holding it let go. I felt the top of his shaft as it gently rubbed along the lips of my pussy. "Rub his dick on your juicy little pussy." Mrs. Clark said rather raggedly. She was obviously very turned on by what was going on. I wrapped my hand close to the base of his cock and began rubbing it back and forth against my mound. I tried to gently pull it closer to get him to fuck me, but he held back. My hand fondled every inch of his cock. I then realized what I was feeling, or rather what I wasn't feeling. Hair! This man had no pubic hair! I moved my other hand further to touch his balls. No hair there either! This was my daddy! He was rubbing himself on me, but wouldn't fuck me. I felt a hand joining mine on his shaft. I moved my hand from his balls to touch her hand. It felt small and soft. Could it be Mom's hand? I felt an engagement and wedding ring, but there wasn't anything distinctive about it. The only thing it meant was that it probably wasn't Kari or Sarah, but then they could've let one of them wear the rings to fool me. Could my parents be doing this to me while I had a hood on? Or, were they trying to deceive me again? Mrs. Clark had to know I knew Daddy had started shaving his pubic hair. Daddy had to know he couldn't get away with this without me knowing! "Are you going to cum on me, Daddy?" I said aloud, wondering what reaction I would get. I was going for broke. They had to know that I could think this might be him. Was Mom masturbating him, holding the tip where his sperm would shoot against their own daughter's pussy? Would they really take this game that far with me? There was no reply to my question. The cock was being wiggled right at the entrance to my cunt. I heard a grunt, and then felt cum soaking me between my legs. "He's cumming all over your pussy, baby," Mrs. Clark said into my ear. Who was cumming though? "Daddy's cumming on me?" She didn't answer. It was still hard as it slithered against me in the sperm that he'd spurted on my mound. A hand was sliding through the mess he had made, and then several of the fingers slipped inside me. The man's cum was now being pushed into my pussy, and was being used to finger fuck me. "I wish you could see this, Melissa. I wish you could see who's cum is being pushed inside your tight little hole ... and who is doing it," Mrs. Clark taunted me. "Take the hood off!" I begged. "Only with the safe word. You still know it." "But everything stops if I say it!" "That's part of the game, honey." "Please! I have to see!" "Do you really want to see?" "Yes! Please take it off now!" There was movement on the bed. "No! Don't move!" I loudly demanded in frustration. Moments later, the hood was taken off. It took a few more moments for my eyes to adjust, but I looked around intently at the people beside my bed. No one was moving. I groaned in frustration at what I saw though. Along with the Clarks, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Walcott. He had no pubic hair. He'd shaved it sometime since last weekend. His cock had cum all over it too. However, I was convinced they were tricking me. I was certain of it. They'd fucked up! The man who had been on me was still hard before he moved off me. Mr. Walcott wasn't. He wasn't completely soft, but it should've been a good bit stiffer than it was then. Mr. Walcott probably had been the one who fucked me and cum on my chest. Mr. Clark's cock was hard and had a little cum on it too, but he wasn't shaved. I was betting he came on my tits at the same time Mr. Walcott blew his load. Mrs. Clark had said there was a whole lot of cum on me. It had to have been Daddy blowing his load on my pussy! They were trying to be sneaky. They'd taken the hood off without me using the safe word. They wanted me to think my parents hadn't been there. I looked for a camera. I quickly spotted it on the dresser. I had to get that video. I just had to. I'd pushed things with Daddy earlier in the week, rubbing my pussy against his cock while on the couch. Sarah and I had played our own blindfold game with him. Was this some sort of turnabout? Had he figured out that I had been with Sarah during the game the day before? I was going to take things further if I found out for certain it was him. If he was going to play sex games with me, I was going to really play with him. I had to see that video though. It was the only way I was going to be able to prove it. ------- Chapter 23 I stayed over at the Clarks for a while longer. My parents were never far from my thoughts. So much had happened to me over the past year. I'd allowed all of it to happen too. A year ago, I'd have been totally blown away at the idea of my parents doing something like that with me. The idea of it was still shocking, but not to the point that I was angry at them. Considering that it probably was my parents that had played a sex game with me, I really wasn't that upset about it. It was clear though that I wasn't going to be able to prove anything until later, if even then. So, I decided I might as well enjoy the moment. I was naked, and there were four adults ready to continue enjoying my body ... and each other's. I was still horny as fuck, too. We had sex together for the next few hours. It was the first time I'd knowingly been with this many adults at one time. It quickly became apparent that I was the novelty of the group. I loved being the center of attention. They'd been fucking each other for years. This was their first opportunity to include me in one of their orgies. The men obviously were preoccupied with me. Their wives didn't seem to mind at all though. They had their fun too. Mrs. Walcott and Mrs. Clark seemed to enjoy watching us more than anything else, especially when Mr. Walcott was fucking me from behind on the bed while Mr. Clark was stuffing my mouth full with his big dick. "Look at those guys. You'd think they'd never had sex with a girl before. Melissa's got her hands full," Mrs. Clark said, pinching Mrs. Walcott's nipples firmly. "It's not her hands that are full," Mrs. Walcott playfully replied, while slipping two fingers in and out of Mrs. Clark. "Do you think she needs some help? They're gonna wear the poor girl out." "I think she can handle it. She's been practicing a good bit," Mrs. Clark said, tugging now at both of Mrs. Walcott's extended nipples. It caused her friend to almost wince, but it was clear she was enjoying it. Mrs. Walcott continued their naughty chat, "Brent has been so jealous of your husband. That little hussy has been all he could think about at times. It's even made me jealous of her." "I'm getting jealous of her too," Mrs. Clark said. "Look at her. She's being a greedy little thing." "Don't you wish you were thirteen again?" Mrs. Walcott asked her, rubbing and pinching Mrs. Clark's slippery wet clit. "If I could get fucked like that, sure." "You did get fucked like that when you were thirteen ... and just this past weekend too," Mrs. Walcott reminded her. Mrs. Clark had a threesome while Sarah had been staying with my parents? With who? "Shhh. Don't tell the girl all my secrets," Mrs. Clark playfully chided. "We don't want to corrupt the girl." "We couldn't let that happen. She's too sweet to corrupt," Mrs. Walcott said. "Look at how nice she is being to our husbands. Most girls her age only think of themselves, but not our Melissa," Mrs. Walcott said more to tease me than anything else. The men never missed a beat while their wives were offering their commentary. My mind was momentarily locked onto what Mrs. Walcott had said about Mrs. Clark having a threesome the previous weekend while I'd been at the Rayners. Mrs. Rayner had told me then that the Clarks were out of town with some friends. It couldn't have been with any of the adults I knew they were involved with. I didn't think about it too long though. Mr. Walcott's cock was hitting spots inside me just right, not to mention my clit. I had become rather fond of getting fucked like a dog. His deep pounding of my pussy was pushing me forward on the bed with each thrust. Because of that, Mr. Clark came close to sliding his cock down my throat a few times. I knew I needed to pay attention to what I was doing, or I would be choking. Deep throating wasn't one of my specialties yet. "Bob dear, give the girl a chance to catch her breath once in a while," Mrs. Clark playfully chided her husband. "She going to have a sore jaw when this is over with," Mrs. Walcott surmised. "She's hanging in there though." The ladies' color commentary goaded me into doing my best to get their husbands off. I was pushing back into Mr. Walcott while doing my best to take as much of Mr. Clark's cock into my mouth. I wasn't very graceful at it though. I was definitely going to need more practice. The men were happy to give me plenty of opportunities too. They're very accommodating like that. They'd both shot their loads earlier, so they were likely going to be fucking me for a while. After some time, the men finally gave me a few moments to relax. It gave me an opportunity to watch the ladies doing their thing. Mrs. Clark had pulled out some of her toys, including her strap-on. The biggest thing I discovered during our little fuckfest was that Mrs. Walcott was really into being disciplined. Mrs. Clark had spanked me the one time that afternoon last month at my house with Mrs. Rayner. I'd enjoyed it, and wouldn't mind having it done to me again. Mrs. Walcott was really into it though. Mrs. Clark got into verbally abusing her too. Mrs. Walcott had a really sexy ass. It was firm and tight, and it was very red when Mrs. Clark was finished with it. I'd always seen Mrs. Walcott in a position of power as a teacher. She couldn't spank her students, but she was the authority figure, and could issue out discipline in ways other than a spanking. Watching her be so submissive was probably the most memorable part of the whole afternoon. Mrs. Clark seemed to be into it just as much as Mrs. Walcott. It was a side of her that I hadn't really seen much of. She wasn't what I'd call a sadist or anything, but she definitely had fun giving Mrs. Walcott what she wanted. Mrs. Walcott did act rather shy about the whole thing when she and I were sitting together afterwards. She could probably see how it had rattled me, too. "I guess we shouldn't have done that in front of you," she said demurely. "It's cool. I just didn't expect something like that." "From one of your teachers?" "Well, yeah. But from anyone. Different strokes, I guess." "I also like being gagged and tied up too, while being spanked and whipped." I wasn't sure if she was saying that to get all of her perversions out in the open for me at one time, or if she was just trying to shock me. "Whipped?" I tentatively asked, cutting my eyes up at her quizzically. "With a flog or belt." "On your ... butt?" "All over," she answered without hesitating. "As in?" "My ass, legs, tits ... everywhere. I love it!" she said, almost giddy at telling me her dark obsession. I pondered what she was saying for a few moments. Images of someone hitting her breasts with a whip popped in my head and made me wince. She added, "It's not for everyone. I like the feeling of being helpless and taken advantage of." "And the pain too?" I asked skeptically. "Yes, the pain too. The right amount of pain can be very intense. I'm not talking about getting physically hurt. But just enough pain in the right spots can feel incredible, if done by someone who knows what they're doing." "Who whips you? Your husband?" "He's not as into it as I am. He occasionally lets me enjoy it with a couple we know." "Not the Clarks?" "No, although Colleen rather enjoys doing what you just saw." "She did that to me once. It did feel good, but she was way more into it with you." "She probably knows my limits better than yours. She probably realized you weren't too much of a submissive as well." I nodded slightly in agreement. While I'd really enjoyed the spanking from Mrs. Clark, it wasn't something I would ever ask to be done to me again. Certainly not to the degree it seemed Mrs. Walcott enjoyed. I further inquired, "You said you liked being tied up. Like we do during the blindfold games?" "I like it a bit more intense. The couple I mentioned will strap me to all sorts of things, and use ropes to get me into some rather interesting positions." My eyes went wide as I recalled some images I'd seen on the internet one time. "You said you liked being gagged too?" "Sure, especially while all tied up." I grimaced at the thought of being completely helpless like that. "How can you use a safe word like that?" "You can't." Surprised, I asked, "But what if you're really in trouble?" "That's why you only do something like that with someone who is experienced. Someone who can see signs of serious distress, and who will react quickly." I shook my head in utter amazement. Was there a school for this kind of thing? A degree in ass whipping? Mrs. Walcott just grinned slightly at my reaction. It wasn't all that long ago that I had thought of Mr. and Mrs. Walcott as just average boring school teachers. I could only wonder just how average and boring the rest of my teachers really were behind closed doors. Maybe one day I'd find out. School would be starting back soon enough! "Melissa, it's certainly not for everyone. I hope you'll be able to understand that." I then realized my reaction was coming across as harshly judging her ... and I was doing so very openly. I quickly turned to directly face her, and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just not something I thought people would really enjoy. It's all good to me though. I can hardly be judgmental with everything I've been doing." I figured Sarah hadn't seen this side of Mrs. Walcott last summer when they were spending more time together. I figured she would've said something if she had, but we still had a lot to talk about yet. "Thanks, Melissa. We all have our own kinks. Some of those kinks can be pretty shocking to others." I hugged her reassuringly. It felt odd that it was me comforting an adult though. She seemed to be a bit insecure. Maybe that was part of her submissive side showing through. I was encountering a number of first that day. But most of all, I was enjoying being their teen slut. I was their play toy, and I loved it. ------- I went home later that evening. I wasn't any closer to finding out my parents' involvement in the game that afternoon. Mom and Daddy were out on the town for the night too. How convenient, I thought. If it really had been them at the Clarks earlier, they probably wanted to avoid me for the rest of the evening knowing I might start asking questions they might not be prepared to answer. It was a Saturday night though. I was rather sore from the orgy, so just lying around was exactly what I needed. I was glad my parents were out together, too, no matter what kind of monkey business they might be into. I wished Peter wasn't at his grandparents though. ------- Sunday morning was much different than the last one. Instead of waking after a night of nudity, sex, weed, and beer with my friends, their parents, and my Pastor and his wife ... and then trying to break into my house ... my family and I were getting ready to go to church to listen to that same Pastor. We hadn't been in some time, so there was a bit of chaos with getting breakfast and showers out of the way. Running late, we decided to skip Sunday School and just go to the morning service. Mrs. Thomas was on the steps outside of the church sanctuary when we arrived. She was extremely happy to see us. I wanted to hug her, but I wasn't sure what was appropriate in front of everyone else. Mrs. Thomas took care of that when she pulled me to her tightly for a few seconds. "I'm so glad you came." "Sorry we didn't come for Sunday School," Mom said. "You're here now. That's all that matters." My parents and Mrs. Thomas talked for a few moments before we walked into the sanctuary as a family. Daddy had us sit in one of the middle pews about halfway from the pulpit. I'd have preferred sitting in the back, but this would do. Mrs. Thomas stopped by to check on us before she walked to the front pew to take her seat. Daddy sat on one side of Mom with me on the other. Jamie sat next to me at the very end of the pew. We probably looked like any other ordinary family to everyone else. Then I wondered if there was even such a thing as an ordinary family. The service started much like what I'd remembered. We sang some hymns. One man I didn't know made some announcements. The choir sang a song. Mr. Thornton was the choir director. He was a little older than Pastor Thomas. He was also rather distinguished looking, and quite sexy, too. The whole time all of that was going on, I kept looking at Pastor Thomas sitting in his seat near the pulpit. Even though he was dressed, in my mind I kept seeing him naked. When he glanced in my direction, I wondered if he was thinking of me without my clothes on, too. Church was definitely different for me now! Pastor Thomas finally began his sermon. I really didn't listen too closely to what he was saying though. I kept thinking about how he'd fucked me so good the previous Sunday morning before giving his sermon. I was hoping I could spend more time with him soon. He was a great fuck, especially with his wife joining in. Jamie took a bible from the back of the pew in front of us. I cut my eyes at him warily. He gave me a wry smile in return. I glanced over at Mom and Daddy. They were both intently watching Pastor Thomas. Jamie leafed through the bible looking for something. He finally stopped flipping the pages and handed it over to me, pointing to a specific verse, 2 Samuel 11:3-5. It described David arranging to have sex with another man's wife, getting her preggers. She was considered purified from her uncleanness after the sex. She then went back to her husband. I couldn't believe he was showing me a bible verse referencing sex during the middle of church! He smiled slightly while cutting his eyes at me. I shook my head slightly at his silliness. Based on those verses, I figured I'd been purified quite a few times over the past few weeks. I was sanctified! Revere me or else! I wondered if my halo was showing. But then again, I wasn't married, so it probably wouldn't count. Oh well, I'd have to remain a dirty girl. Jamie took the bible back from me and started flipping through it again, stopping at another page, and handing it back to me. He pointed at where he wanted me to read, Genesis 19, 30-36. Lot's two daughters got their father drunk so they could seduce him. They both fucked him and ended up preggers. Jamie glanced over at Daddy, and then looked back at me. I rolled my eyes at his subtle inference. He took the bible back again and flipped to another verse, Genesis 38:8, which described how Onan fucked his brother's wife, but wouldn't cum inside her. He'd pulled out and shot his load on the ground instead. I almost giggled remembering Mrs. Thomas telling her husband the previous Sunday morning not to spill his seed. The penalty for that appeared to be death! Holy hell! These Old Testament fuckers were serious about their punishments. Jamie then pointed to verses 15-18. A man traded a goat to have sex with his daughter-in-law. Well, he didn't find out she was his son's wife until later though, but he still fucked her just the same. She ended up preggers too. No wonder there was so much 'begetting' in the Old Testament. Birth control pills and condoms didn't exist back then, and the death penalty made pulling out the worst birth control option ever. Letting yourself get knocked up seemed like the only way to go if you were gonna do the dirty deed. At least the girl ended up with a goat in this case. Jamie then turned to Leviticus and pointed at chapter 18. Fucking hell! There was a whole laundry list of family members you shouldn't fuck. I pointed to verse 11 and wagged my finger at Jamie. It said not to fuck your sister. I smiled at him, raising my eyebrow. No more of little sister's pussy for you! I knew better though. We'd probably laugh about it when he would fuck me later in the afternoon. I couldn't help but think that Jamie would be a fun Sunday School teacher. Mom broke our silent revelry by taking the bible from me. We were so busted! I felt like a little kid again. She looked over at me, and then over at Jamie. She then started flipping the pages and then handed it back to me. She pointed at Genesis 9:20-23. Way to go, Mom! I quickly handed it over to Jamie, biting my lower lip. Mom looked over at Jamie, getting his attention, and then looked back at Daddy. The passage was about two of Noah's sons finding their drunken sleeping father naked, and laying down with him. The impression it left was that they'd pumped their daddy's poop chute with their peckers. Jamie actually blushed. I so wanted to high five Mom right then. Who knew church could be so educational and fun? Noah was pissed when he discovered what his son's had done to him in his drunken sleep. Ass raped by two of his sons. Jamie rarely was embarrassed by anything. I had to fight from pissing myself. Mom grabbed my thigh, squeezing it to let me know I better not bust out laughing in church. I glanced at her, and she quickly winked at me before looking back toward Pastor Thomas. Jamie took the bible back and found yet another verse from the Song of Solomon. It was about a woman's lover admiring her, especially her breasts. Her lover saw them as two fawns of a gazelle. Jamie surreptitiously pointed toward my chest. I glanced down at my boobies. I figured I must have newborns. What a gyp. No songs for me! I looked back at Jamie. I knew I was blushing. He'd gotten his revenge. Mom took the bible back and found another verse, Romans 1:26. It was about women having sex with each other, and their men having sex with each other. I curiously glanced over at Mom. The verse also talked about a penalty for doing that kind of thing. But I wasn't concerned at all about that. I was focused on the idea of same gender sex. This was the second verse Mom had pointed out concerning that. Mom just winked at me, which made me wonder if she was trying to tell me something. Mom finally put the bible back in the slot behind the pew in front of us. She then took my hand in hers and held it. I glanced over at her again. She met my gaze and just smiled, before looking back at the pastor. ------- We went out to eat together after church as a family. It was something we hadn't done much of lately. We all seemed to be closer than we'd been in some time. Mom seemed happier too. I felt better about both my parents, even though I was still wondering if they had been at the Clarks the day before. ------- That afternoon, Sarah called and wanted to know if I would spend the night with her. I jumped at the chance. I still had a lot to tell her, and I'm sure she wanted to tell me more things as well. Jamie had gone over there earlier, but I doubted he would spend the night. When I got to her house, Mrs. Clark let me inside. As usual, she was always happy to see me. Her husband was in the family room watching a baseball game. Sarah was upstairs with Jamie. "Melissa, do you want to have some fun?" "With Sarah and Jamie here?" I asked, surprised that she would want to risk Sarah finding us having sex. "They would be a part of it." She could see I was puzzled. "Bob and I will leave the house, and the three of you can have sex together." "But you won't actually leave, is that it?" "Sort of." Huh? How can you sorta not leave? "What do you want us to do? Are you going to spy on us? How would you?" "We want to try something new. You know we got a laptop. We also got something else." I still didn't know where she was going with this. "We got a webcam too. You've seen the computer in the family room. It's the one we used to have in the bedroom. We've connected the webcam to that computer for now. We can watch everything you do in here from another computer." "Whoa. You mean we'll be having sex with people watching us over the internet?" "Just Bob and I." "Where will you two be? And, where will we be?" "You'll be in the family room. We'll be across the street at the Rayners." "But they're not home." "We have a key so we can check on their house while they're gone. We'll connect to the computer in the family room through the internet from their house. We'll be able to watch you guys." "Couldn't someone else possibly see us though?" "No one else will be able to connect with the way it's setup." I wasn't sure I liked this idea. This seemed kinda dangerous. "Don't worry. No one will know you were even on the webcam other than us." I thought about it for a few moments before agreeing to do it. "Okay, if you're sure." "Go upstairs with Sarah and Jamie. When we come up to tell you we're leaving, I'll mention to Sarah that I rented a few movies yesterday that she hasn't seen yet, and that you guys can watch them before I have to take them back later tonight." I took a deep breath, "Okay." She hugged me and grabbed my butt, squeezing it. "Maybe you should stay and put on a show with me," I teased her. "Next time," she winked. "Oh, before I forget. When you get through, turn off the power strip that the computer is plugged into. We don't want Sarah and Jamie knowing the webcam is on if they try to use the computer before we get back." I went upstairs to Sarah's room. They were listening to music when I walked in. They were also naked. So, I stripped off my clothes too. I wanted to alert Sarah to what her parents had planned, but I didn't want Jamie to know yet. I had a sneaking suspicion he might be in on it with the Clarks. I was certain Sarah wouldn't mind me telling her later if I couldn't beforehand. We talked for a bit about my date with Peter, although I wasn't crazy about saying much about it in front of Jamie. He was pretty cool though. He knew he still had some making up with me to do. About a half hour later, Mrs. Clark showed up at the door and told us they were leaving for a few hours. She mentioned the rented movies to Sarah. I said I'd like to see them, which seemed to help convince her and Jamie to go downstairs. We went down to the family room while the Clarks were leaving. Sarah had already put in one of the DVDs by then. I glanced over at the computer and spotted the webcam. It was strategically pointed in the direction of the couch, where we'd likely be while having sex. The monitor was turned off, but I could tell the computer was turned on. I assumed the Clarks would drive down the street a little ways and walk back to the Rayners. I decided to wait about fifteen minutes before initiating something. However, after about ten minutes, Jamie was the one to get things started. It only took us a few minutes to get tangled together. I tried to work us in positions that gave the best view for the webcam. I was acting the part of a porn actress, giving the camera the best view possible. I wondered if it was in my genes. It certainly wasn't the first time I'd performed for a camera. I had to be careful that it didn't look too deliberate though. Jamie took turns fucking us both. At times, it got pretty intense between the three of us. They were just as horny as I was, and we all seemed to feed off of that. I even had Sarah and Jamie kneel and bend over so I could lick their butts, while making sure they were situated to give the best possible view for the Clarks. We all took turns licking each other's asshole. I exaggerated sticking my tongue out while licking theirs ... for the benefit of the viewing audience. I wasn't sure if the Clarks could hear us, but I talked as nasty as ever in case they could. It seemed to get Jamie and Sarah even hornier too. We finally stopped after about an hour, figuring we'd better get cleaned up before Sarah's parents got back. Sarah and Jamie went upstairs. I told them I'd be up in a few minutes, under the guise that I was going to straighten up the family room. After they left the room, I went over to the computer. I wanted to see how the Clarks were doing the webcam over the internet. While staying out of the webcam's view the best I could, I turned the monitor on. The software they were using was displayed on the screen. It looked simple enough. There were options to do a number of functions. I made a mental note of the name of the program so I could look it up later. Down on the taskbar, there were a number of minimized windows. I clicked on the furthest to the left, and a window opened displaying the Clark's family room. It was showing the view captured by the camera. I clicked on the next window. It was a chat box. I was stunned at what I saw, too. There was a good bit of chatting going on. I recognized immediately what that meant as well. We'd had a larger audience than just the Clarks. The names of those chatting didn't reveal much though. The names were obviously made up nicknames to remain anonymous, but the nicknames were so stupid. I opened the next window. It was a video feed of the Clarks over at the Rayners house. I recognized the Rayner's bedroom. The Clarks were naked, sitting in front of the camera on the Rayners bed. They must've had a laptop with a camera over there as well. Their nickname was 'NudeAtHome'. Pulease! How original is that? I felt so embarrassed for them. The other minimized windows were the ones that shocked me. There were two more windows with video feeds. One window had the Walcotts. They were naked as well. Mrs. Walcott was bent over on a bed getting fucked from behind by her husband. Their nickname was 'NaughtyTeachers'. Not too bad, but still somewhat dorky. The last video feed was the one I was most stunned by. I was staring at my naked parents. Mom was giving Daddy a blowjob. They were down in Daddy's basement office. They must've gotten a webcam about the same time as the Clarks. I hadn't been down there to notice it though. I glanced back at the chat window. Daddy and Mr. Clark were chatting with each other. They were commenting on what they were currently watching. My parents' nickname was 'CamCouple'. Seriously! How fucking lame is that! I felt so embarrassed. I was ashamed to call them my parents. I was totally ready to disown them. 'CamCouple' starring 'Cara Cream'. Gawd! I thought about scrolling through the chat to see what they all had said during 'the show', but then I heard Jamie and Sarah coming down the stairs. I knew I had to turn the power strip off before either of them came into the room. I was going to tell Sarah about it when I had a chance, but I didn't want Jamie to know what I'd found, at least not yet. I certainly didn't want either of them to know about the nicknames our parents had used. Sarah was at the door to the family room, "You better go get cleaned up. My parents could be home anytime." I knew they were a little too busy to be home for a while, but I went on upstairs to wash up. After cleaning up, we all ended up back in the family room watching the movies. The Clarks came in about an hour later. Mrs. Clark glanced over at the power strip, and then winked at me. I so wanted to berate Mrs. 'NudeAtHome'. Why hadn't she asked me to come up with a great nickname for them? ------- We spent much of the rest of the afternoon and evening watching the movies Mrs. Clark had rented. Sarah and Jamie sat together on the floor most of the time. I took refuge in one of the big chairs. The Clarks sat on the couch together whenever they both were in the room with us. Sarah and Jamie were engrossed in the movie. I was busy wondering if I should confront Mrs. Clark about what I'd discovered. I couldn't be certain that the others had access to the video feed from the Clark's webcam. Mrs. Clark could even claim it was only her and her husband who could see us. They all had likely seen us having sex though. Between movies, I was able to pull Sarah aside alone for a few moments. I quickly told her that I had something important she needed to know about our parents and what we did earlier in the afternoon. I briefly mentioned we'd been spied on by them with their webcam, but couldn't go into all the details right then. I quickly explained that I wanted to tell her earlier, but didn't want Jamie to know anything yet. She hugged me for letting her know at least that much, and said she understood why I couldn't tell her before. We agreed to talk about it in detail later. We ate supper together with Sarah's parents before watching the last movie. I was enjoying myself, but wished Sarah and I had more time alone to talk. It didn't look like that would happen until later. When later came, Jamie ended up spending the night. They slept in one of Sarah's double beds, while I was in the other. I'd have to wait to talk to Sarah until the next day. I couldn't sleep though with Jamie and Sarah making little noises while they were cuddling in the dark. They finally did go to sleep though, but I was still too wound up from my earlier discovery. I was also kind of horny from listening to my brother and my best friend. After about fifteen minutes, I got up to go downstairs to get something to drink. While downstairs, I looked into the dark family room and briefly debated turning the computer on to see what I could find on it. I knew that was just too risky though. So, I went back upstairs and stopped by the bathroom. While sitting on the toilet, Mrs. Clark knocked and came inside. "Sorry to intrude. I wanted to clean up just a bit." She had cum drying on her chest. "Your husband had an accident?" I grinned, teasing her. "Accident, my ass. His aim was perfect," she chuckled. "Like yesterday with me?" She looked confused for a moment and then realized I was referring to the blindfold game. Or maybe it was now the hood game. "I'll never tell," she said grinning, while taking a washcloth to clean the mess off her chest. She was teasing me now. I decided to go on the offensive. "Well, it was your husband, Mr. Walcott, or..." I paused for effect, " ... my daddy." She looked at me closely for a moment. I got the impression she was trying to determine if I actually knew my father was there, or if I was just fishing for info. She didn't say anything for a few moments. She just looked back at herself in the mirror as she wiped her breasts off more. "It could've been Bradley," she finally stated. She'd thrown that out there for me to consider. I wasn't buying it. What were the odds of him shaving his pubes? I didn't push the issue further though. I knew Mrs. Thomas would tell me the truth. After she'd cleaned up, and I'd washed my hands, she had me go back downstairs with her. "Bob needs to get his sleep. He's got a very early morning tomorrow. I think we need to talk a little though." She led me into the kitchen and got us both something to drink. We then sat together at their kitchen table. She looked at me closely, waiting for me to say something. This was her party though. She was obviously the one who needed to talk. I waited her out. "How would you feel if it was your father? And I'm not saying it was." Wow. I wasn't expecting that! Maybe she knew they'd blown it by letting me touch him. "I don't know. It would be incredibly weird." "You do know that part of that game is deception." "I know." "It's what makes it so exciting. You never know for certain what is going, or who is really there. Many times the intent is to make you think it's someone else." "So, you guys were just trying to make me think it was Daddy?" "Maybe. Maybe not. Not knowing, even now, is what adds so much spice to that game." She was right. The whole idea of what may have happened was intriguing. But I knew she was trying to talk me into thinking it wasn't Daddy. I still wasn't buying it. I decided to turn this discussion back at her. "Can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Have you shown any of the videos and pictures of me to my parents?" She scrunched her lips. I'm sure she was wondering what brought that question on. I pushed further, "I think I have a right to know. I really like hanging out with you and all, but you're hiding stuff from me ... and I don't think I like it anymore. I don't know if I'm getting myself into some kind of trouble that my parents will nail me with later." "Your mom and I are best friends, Melissa. I would never do anything that would cause problems between you and your parents. I know you suspect some things..." I forcefully interrupted, "I'm not stupid to think my parents don't know what's going on. I know you're telling Mom some things. Actually, I think you're telling Mom everything, and even showing her the pictures and stuff." I waited for Mrs. Clark to react to what I'd said, but her expression remained the same. She probably assumed I was still just guessing about things between her and Mom. She had no way to know I'd seen the webcam windows earlier. All she knew for sure was that I'd seen the pictures on Daddy's computer that one time, which didn't include me, my parents, or the Clarks. "Honey, your parents know that you're having sex. It's why they decided to let you go on the pill. If you know anything about your parents, they're very open-minded when it comes to sex. They trust me and Bob when it comes to you. You don't need to worry about getting into trouble with them." "There's something I want to know. How can they let me ... umm..." "How can they let you have sex with me and Bob?" "Yeah. I mean, I would think most parents would totally freak out about something like that, even open-minded people. I'm not even old enough to get a license, and I'm having sex with my parents' adult friends." "I understand why all this must be hard for you to understand. It involves the secret your mother and I share. But I think she should be the one to tell you, when she's ready. Until then, I hope you'll just trust that I won't get you into trouble." "You said that before! But Mom never talks with me about ... any of this!" I almost yelled at her, showing my frustration. "It's like we're both pretending with each other that nothing is happening. Unless something changes, she'll never tell me anything." "Your mother is afraid of what you'll think of her when you know everything." "I won't think anything bad of her, unless she's killed someone or something." Mrs. Clark laughed, "It's nothing nearly that serious, but it is sensitive enough that it could hurt her, your family ... and others ... in more ways than one. Including you. It's got to be up to your mom to tell you. Not me." "So, the secret you two share can hurt ME?! And I don't get to know what it is that can hurt me?!" Mrs. Clark watched me as I sighed deeply and growled in frustration. She was showing her frustration too. I wasn't backing down, and she wasn't giving in. "We better get back upstairs before someone wonders where we are." I didn't say anything else as I got out of the chair and we left the kitchen. There was no point in it. I was angry, and Mrs. Clark knew it. If she was upset with me, she didn't show it. We walked back upstairs together in silence. It was obvious she was never going to tell me anything. Mom wasn't likely to tell me anything either. Everything I knew was because I'd accidentally discovered it. It was going to take a few more accidents to find out anything else. It's a good thing that I'm so accident prone. ------- I woke up early the next morning. It was a typical blah Monday. Sarah and Jamie were still sacked out. I didn't think they'd get up anytime soon. I couldn't fall back asleep with everything on my mind. So, I got dressed and went downstairs. Mr. Clark had already left. Mrs. Clark did a bunch of chores while I sat around watching TV for a few hours. Having finally calmed down from the previous night, I decided to offer to help. She smiled when I did. She had me help her with the laundry. Helping her fold clothes gave us an opportunity to talk some more. However, I stayed away from trying to interrogate her like I had the previous night. Putting myself in her position with what I did know, I understood why she wouldn't answer those questions. If I were her, I likely would've reacted the same way. Thinking back on the previous night, she could've easily gotten mad at me for the way I was questioning her. I liked her. A lot. She'd exposed me to so much. I was glad she had, and I didn't want to ruin the friendship we'd made over the past year. I pensively stated, "I'm sorry about last night." "What do you mean, sweetie." "The way I talked to you. It was wrong." "I was thirteen once. It's tough. You're not a little kid, but you're not an adult either." She put her hand on mine, "I'm sorry if I got you into something you're not comfortable with now." "It's not that I'm not comfortable..." "You don't like knowing others have secrets that probably include or affect you?" I nodded. "Your mom is talking to you more, isn't she?" "Yeah. We even did our own naughty thing," I said, smiling slightly. "What was that?" she anxiously asked. "I arranged it so that she could spy on me and Peter in my bedroom," I timidly said, not able to look at her. "She knew you arranged it?" she asked, surprised at my admission. "I told her she could peek in at us," I proudly said, looking up at her with a sly smile. "Actually, I asked her if she wanted me to leave my bedroom door open a little so she could watch. She said she did." I was biting my bottom lip off while grinning. "And did she?" I nodded. "While you and Peter..." "While we fucked," I blushed. "Melissa! That is ... How would you say it? Too cool?" "Exactly." I beamed. She smiled and shook her head in amazement before putting an arm around me and hugging me. "And you told me that you two weren't talking." I shrugged and looked down shyly while I kept grinning. "I think you'll get the answers you want soon enough, hon," she said. I looked up at her hopefully. She put her hands on my shoulders, turning me gently toward her, "And about last night. Friends sometimes can be snippy with each other. It's part of being friends. So don't worry about it. I'm not." "You're the bees' knees, Mrs. Clark," I said to her, causing her to grin. "You've been hanging out a lot with Doris." "That's MY secret," I teased. "Touché!" she exclaimed. What the hell does 'touché' mean? Gawd! Adults can be so fucking annoying with their adult talk. ------- Early that afternoon, I went home by myself. This time I wasn't sneaking home. It didn't appear that anyone was there when I arrived either. After calling out for my parents without an answer, I knew I had some time to explore again. The first place I knew I needed to look was in Daddy's office in the basement. I found the webcam as soon as I got down there. The computer was in sleep mode, so I just wiggled the mouse to get it to turn back on. I was able to find the webcam software without much trouble. I pointed the camera toward the wall and loaded it up, just to see how it worked. It didn't look too hard to operate. I figured out how to connect to multiple users at the same time. It was rather simple. The other users had to be online to do it though. The Clarks, Walcotts and my parents had to have known when to be online to make the connection. The Clarks had to make the connections before they left their house. They had to know each other's user names too. I wasn't surprised that the Clarks and my parents were watching us. What surprised me though was that my parents had let the Walcotts also join in on watching their kids have sex together. But then again, my parents were likely the ones present during the blindfold game. All of the adults were thick as thieves. Thankfully, Mrs. Thomas was willing to spill the beans. I wondered if it was because she had no kids involved. I shut down the software and put the computer back in sleep mode. I knew there was little point searching for any files. Daddy kept those locked away on discs. I'm sure they were more careful now too. The next place I decided to explore was my parents' bedroom. If I was lucky, they'd have left the last disc they'd been watching in the player. I was walking up the stairs when I heard noise at the front door. I could hear my mom's voice, but there was someone else with her. When the door opened, I saw Mrs. Thomas. "Hi, Mom. Mrs. Thomas." "Hi, Melissa," Mrs. Thomas replied. "When did you get home?" Mom asked me. "Not long ago. Sarah and Jamie were too wrapped up in themselves." I quickly added, "Mrs. Clark knows I came home." Mrs. Thomas almost laughed, but held it to a smile. Mom didn't seem to notice what was going on between Mrs. Thomas and me. "I'm going up to my room." Mom said, "We'll be leaving in a little while. Did you get something to eat?" "I'm fine, Mom. I'm just going to crash for a while." "Late night, huh?" Mrs. Thomas smiled, raising her eyebrow. "Yes, ma'am," I said, running up the steps before I started laughing. I did, in fact, crash on my bed. I didn't even bother getting naked. I just laid there listening to the few noises Mrs. Thomas and Mom were making downstairs. It wasn't long before that they were coming up the stairs too. I kept listening, figuring they were headed to Mom's bedroom. It only took a few moments before I heard Mom's bedroom door closing behind them. There was little doubt what they were up to. I gave them a few minutes to turn the TV on and put in whatever video they were planning to watch. In my mind, I could see them getting naked so that they could have some fun together. As I lay on my bed, jealousy reared its ugly head in me. I was jealous of Mom for getting to play with Mrs. Thomas. It didn't stop there though. I was just as jealous of Mrs. Thomas. I envied what they'd shared together ever since college. Their experiences had forever bonded them. Their time as porn actresses gave them something in common that I'd never have with either of them. At some point, maybe Sarah and I would feel that same kind of bond in our own way. The temptation to spy on them finally overwhelmed me. Sneaking out into the hallway, I ended up outside Mom's bedroom door. I doubted I'd be able to make out what they were watching or doing, but being at the door allowed me to feel closer to them in a way. The occasional moan did make its way to my ears, but it was impossible to tell if it was from the TV or them. My hand did find its way down the front of my shorts and panties to play with myself. The images from the porn videos that showed my mom and Mrs. Thomas having sex together flooded my imagination as I rubbed my clit. Cara Cream and Missy Swank were back together for yet another encore! "Look at the time! We've got to go now or we're going to be late." Mrs. Thomas said that rather loudly. I wanted to believe she said that as loud as she did to warn me too, knowing I was likely at the door listening. I dashed down the hall to my room, leaving my door open. Mom's bedroom door opened not long after that. Flouncing on my bed, I tried to quickly slow my breathing. I figured Mom would check up on me if she was leaving. I didn't want to appear to be out of breath. Mom wasn't stupid. She'd figure out quickly what was going on just by looking at me. Mom suddenly appeared at my door, "We're leaving in a minute to go to the church to help out with the food pantry. I'll be back in a few hours." And just as quickly, Mom left the doorway. Then Mrs. Thomas popped her head in. "Check out your parents' new DVD," she hinted while smiling, before quickly leaving as well. I sat up in my bed, excited about what she'd said. Mrs. Thomas was so fucking cool! I listened closely for the sound of them going down the stairs. Before they went down, I heard Mom say, "Wait. We need to put that away." Mrs. Thomas said, "We've got to go now. It'll be okay until you get back." They then hurried downstairs to leave. Quickly, I jumped off the bed and went to the top of the stairs. The front door closed as I stood there listening. The coast was clear. Taking a deep breath, I walked into my parents' bedroom. Mrs. Thomas obviously left a DVD where I could see it. On top of the DVD player was a case for a new porn DVD. I hadn't seen it before, but I hadn't seen all that my parents had anyway. The cover looked pretty wild, but I was hoping for something different ... more homemade. I decided to watch it anyways. I opened the tray on the player and found a disc already inside it. I smiled realizing this was the one Mrs. Thomas wanted me to watch. The disc had May of this year written on it. I turned the TV on and pushed the disc back into the player. Grabbing the remote, I selected the first scene from the menu and sat back on my parents' bed. The video started out with Mom in a threesome with Mr. Clark and Mr. Rayner. God, she was good at giving blowjobs. She had her nose pressing into his lower abdomen. She had everything but his balls in her mouth. After watching for a few minutes, it quickly became apparent that it was a video of my parents having an orgy with the Clarks and Rayners. I skipped through parts of it that seem to get monotonous, watching some of the hotter scenes. I noted Daddy's reaction to Mrs. Clark sucking his cock. It was much like the reaction he had when it was me. The third video was the jackpot. It was a video with Mrs. Clark and Jamie. The video was taken in the Clark's bedroom. I was beginning to see it more as a studio instead of a bedroom. The camera had to be on the dresser because of the angle. I wondered if Jamie was aware he was being recorded on video. Obviously my parents were aware that Jamie and Mrs. Clark were having sex. I turned up the volume. Mrs. Clark was talking to Jamie while she was lying between his legs, licking the underside of his cock. She asked him if he was ready for the surprise she'd promised. He very anxiously said he was. God, he can be such a horn dog. Mrs. Clark got up and put the blindfold on him, making him promise not to take it off. Jamie had told me about this! Apparently she wasn't going to restrain him like they did me. I felt insulted. Was I that untrustworthy when it came to not yanking off my blindfold? Probably, but I was still a bit miffed. Mrs. Clark left the room before returning with Mrs. Rayner. Mrs. Clark told Jamie that her friend was in the room now, and was ready to play. The video showed Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark getting on the bed with him. Someone picked up the camera, which I figured was probably Mr. Clark. Mrs. Clark teased Jamie, telling him that her friend was ready to try out his hard cock. Mrs. Rayner moved between his legs and started licking his shaft as it bobbed around, pointing up at the ceiling. Mrs. Clark made comments to Jamie about her friend liking his dick, teasing him by asking him to tell her friend to do stuff to it. Mrs. Rayner spent a lot of time licking, and then sucking Jamie. He finally came in her mouth, and Mrs. Rayner showed it off to the camera. Mrs. Clark then joined her in playing with and sucking his wilting cock. It didn't take long before he had another stiff erection. From experience, I knew my brother was good at recovering quickly. He does have some redeeming qualities. Then Mrs. Clark told Mrs. Rayner to lie down. She helped to situate Jamie so he had his head at Mrs. Rayner's pussy. Jamie got into the spirit of things and reached out to play with her tits while licking her. After he'd brought Mrs. Rayner to an orgasm, Jamie took the initiative to move so that his dick was lined up with her pussy so he could fuck her. 'That's my Jamie!' I laughed to myself. The camera angle changed to focus on them from behind as Jamie's cock pushed inside. Mrs. Rayner closed her eyes and moaned as his dick bottomed out. He then began fucking her much like he fucks me. The camera zoomed in to get a great close-up of his cock moving in and out of her very wet pussy. The camera captured the wet sounds of their fucking too. Mrs. Clark then had Jamie fuck Mrs. Rayner doggie style. After he began pumping her pussy again, Mrs. Clark came close to the camera and seemed to take it from the person who had it. The camera was taken to the head of the bed and pointed so that the angle showed Mrs. Rayner's face and a blindfolded Jamie still fucking her from behind. After a few moments, another nude woman entered the image. The camera only captured a part of her body because of the angle. It was hard to make out her features from the limited glimpses. The woman climbed on the bed so that her pussy would be where Mrs. Rayner could go down on her while Jamie continued to fuck her doggie style. The camera moved back somewhat to capture more of the scene. I couldn't see the woman's face, but I saw enough of her. "Mom!" I said out loud, covering my mouth with my hand. I'd seen her in the nude enough to recognize her without seeing her face. The camera pulled back until the woman was completely visible. I'd been right. Mom was actually there in the same room with Jamie having sex! Mrs. Rayner leaned down and began licking Mom's pussy, while Mom stared at her son fucking her friend. Mrs. Clark moved close to Mom's face. She pretended to be the woman on the bed while saying, "Ummm yes. Fuck my friend while she licks me." Mrs. Clark wanted Jamie to believe it was just her and Mrs. Rayner with him. After about ten minutes, Jamie grunted and strained into Mrs. Rayner as he dumped his load in her. Mom had already come while getting her pussy licked. They then all separated, with Mom moving off the bed. The camera was put back on the dresser, and Mrs. Clark sat on the bed in front of Jamie. She started cleaning off his cock with her mouth. Mom apparently had left the room. Mrs. Clark took his blindfold off. Mrs. Rayner sat down on the bed beside him as well. Mrs. Clark asked how he liked her friend, indicating Mrs. Rayner. He replied that she gave a great blowjob and had a tight pussy. Mrs. Clark then gave him a very passionate kiss before Mrs. Rayner did the same. Mrs. Clark asked if he would like to do this again sometime, and he said yes. Mrs. Rayner was already trying to get him hard again, stroking his still slippery cock. Mrs. Clark then asked Jamie to come take a shower with her and Mrs. Rayner. Not long after, the video ended. Based on what I'd just seen, I was certain Mom had been in the bedroom with me on Saturday, as well as Daddy. Mom had played the game with Jamie just a few months earlier. It probably wasn't the first time either. Why wouldn't she do the same with me as well? Even without the hard evidence from Saturday, I was totally convinced beyond a doubt. I was also convinced Mrs. Thomas was my best friend in the whole world. ------- Chapter 24 Mrs. Thomas came back to the house with my mom later that afternoon. I wasn't expecting her. She poked her head into my bedroom without knocking, catching me by surprise. "Did you see the new DVD?" she eagerly asked, scaring the crap out of me. I twisted around on my bed to look at her. "What the ... oh, hi, Doris," I squeamishly replied while instinctively covering up quickly. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd seen me without clothes. I still wasn't quite used to the whole nudist thing yet though. "Hi, naked girl!" she jested at catching me by surprise. It made me blush even more. "Well, did you watch it?" "The one on top of the player?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew which one she meant. "No, silly," she said, while rolling her eyes. She stepped further into my room and closed the door, "You did find the one already in the player, right?" I looked at her seriously, and asked, "Did you really mean for me to watch that one?" "Of course!" she said, as if it was the silliest thing for me to ask. "Why? I mean, aren't you showing me something that I'm not supposed to see?" "Sure. That's why I wanted you to see it," she casually replied. I was puzzled by her logic, "Because I'm not supposed to see it?" "That, and also because you're my pal." I smiled at that. But it did cause me to briefly wonder just how loyal a pal she actually was to me and my mother. "Aren't you betraying Mom? I thought she was your friend?" If she'd be disloyal to Mom by telling me her secrets, would she betray me with Mom as well? "Your mother is my friend. We're as close as ever," she reacted, looking at me like it was just another silly question. She still wasn't making sense. "But Mom wouldn't want me to see that!" She came over and sat by me on the bed, "She told me I could reveal things that I thought you were ready for." That sounded familiar. Mrs. Clark had said the same thing to me a number of times. Very apprehensively, I asked, "She knows I just watched the DVD with Jamie and her then?" "No. But, she obviously knows you possibly could've seen it while we were gone. I doubt that she thinks you did though." I had to ask, for my own peace of mind, "Doris, you know Mrs. Clark has been telling me things. I know she's saying just enough to try to satisfy me, while keeping me in the dark. I really like her, but I know she's rarely being completely open with me about things. It's like she's trying to control me..." I paused before finally asking, "Are you and Mom playing me too?" She paused a moment before asking, "Do you feel manipulated?" "Sometimes, yeah." "Have you felt manipulated by me?" "No, but..." "Once bitten, twice shy?" "I guess..." "There's only one thing I've said I can't tell you about." "My mom's 'BIG' secret?" I said, rolling my eyes. I made a production out of saying 'big' too. "It is pretty big, sweetie," she said seriously, in response to my theatrics. "And, since you're wondering, I didn't tell your mom that I told you to watch the DVD." I looked down at the bed, a bit relieved that she hadn't. She then added, "Even though I haven't told you about that one thing, I've told you everything else you've asked, right?" "Yeah..." "So, ask me something else. Anything at all. Right now." "Huh?" "Ask me something you've been wondering or worrying about." I was totally caught unprepared. Was she serious? I had a thousand questions to ask! Which one though? I decided to ask something outrageous. It was something I'd wondered about when finding out she'd been paid to do sex movies. "Did my mom ever have sex for money?" "You mean outside of doing movies?" "Yeah," I hesitantly nodded. "We both have," she bluntly answered. "Like prostitutes?!" I almost shouted, completely dumbfounded. "Exactly like prostitutes," she said without reservation. "You could say we were escorts, call girls, harlots, strumpets, working girls, paid sluts, whores ... pick a name!" I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. She grinned at my reaction. "Are you going to be okay?" she joked. "Yeah," I forced out. I than asked the next logical question, "When?" "We did it in college with some other co-eds. It was a well-organized thing. It was pretty good money, too. It's probably why your mom was so open to the suggestion of doing pornos." "Oh ... my ... Gawd," I breathlessly whined. I was utterly speechless. She snickered, "You should come to church more often. You keep bringing up God all the time." "Ha ha," I mockingly replied. "Ha ha, hell," she retorted. "Did I blow your mind?" "Mom was paid to ... I mean ... how much?" I muttered, mentally stumbling for a coherent thought. "We weren't cheap, sweetie. And we weren't ever standing on street corners. Our customers weren't into cheap either. They paid good money specifically for sexy young college girls who could be very discreet." "How long did you guys do it?" "Just during our freshman year. After the first summer doing movies, we figured we better cool it back at school. We made about as much money in a shorter timeframe doing movies anyways. But then, I had my generous uncle to be thankful for that. Also, he didn't like the idea of us, especially his niece, being prostitutes." "But being a porn actress was cool with him?" I asked disbelievingly. "I know that sounds rather silly, but he had control over the movies ... and what we did in them ... as well as who we did it with. It was legal too." "Who ... who would Mom do as a prostitute? Rich fuddy duddies?" "Actually, your mom became a favorite for a wealthy middle-age couple early on. They'd have her spend whole weekends with them sometimes, even go on short trips. They'd buy her gifts and clothes too." "Trips? How would they explain it to people?" "She was just portrayed as a good friend. Sometimes your mom pretended to be a younger sister to one of them. Most of the time they just spent a day or two together at their home alone," she answered, watching my reaction closely. " ... playing games," she then added with a smile. "Gawd, Doris!" "You really should come to church more," she teased again. "You're not going to let up until I say I'll come, are you?" "Of course, not. I really want you to come to church more, especially Sunday School. Even better, bring your parents and Jamie." "I better not bring Jamie to Sunday School." "I heard about his extensive knowledge of the bible from your mother," she chuckled. "Boys will be boys. So, tell him to come too ... I'll find some more bible verses for him," she winked. I snorted, and said, "You two would be dangerous together." "Who says we haven't already been 'studying the bible' together already?" she asked, feigning protest at my underestimation of her. She'd caught me off-guard again. "Have you and Jamie ... you know?" "A few times," she said coyly. "You're lucky to have him for a brother. We'll have to compare notes." I'd definitely been underestimating Mrs. Thomas ... and my brother. "Why didn't you tell me before?" "You didn't ask," she teased yet again. She seemed to love doing that to me. "So, will you come to church more often?" I wanted to please Mrs. Thomas by saying yes, but I wasn't all that crazy about church still. "I'll think about it. But don't look for me." "I'll have sex with you in the church basement if you come," she tempted. That definitely got me thinking about it. I was finally convinced that I'd do just about anything for this woman. "Will I get an 'A' on my Sunday School report card?" I asked sweetly. "My parents would be so proud of me!" "You're bad," she playfully chastised. "You're so much like your Mom too." "Don't be a hater," I playfully chided. She chuckled. "So, you'll come this Sunday?" "I'll be there," I promised. "Should I wear panties?" I coquettishly asked. "I can't take them off of you if you don't, dear." I was so in love with this woman. "Doris?" "Yes?" "I wish we were sisters." "I'm glad we're what we are." "I wish we could spend more time together," I said wishfully. "We can spend some time together Wednesday afternoon," she offered. "I want you to come to the church activities that night too. You'd like the youth group." "I'd love to spend the afternoon with you," I gladly accepted. "I dunno about the youth group though..." The opportunity to spend more time with Mrs. Thomas was convincing enough. However, I wasn't at all excited about sitting in on the youth group though. The last time few times I'd gone, the kids were just too full of Jesus for my liking." Mrs. Thomas then sweetened the deal, "You can sleepover Wednesday night with me too, if you want?" "With you and your husband?" "Of course. Can you behave yourself while you're with us?" Feigning indignation, I replied, "I always do." "So it's a date?" "I can't ever tell you no," I confessed. "Plus, you had me at 'basement sex'," I said, causing us both to giggle. "Melissa?" "Yeah?" "Do you trust me now?" "Yeah," I admitted, still in a bit of a daze. "You sure know how to convince a girl." ------- Peter called me not long after he arrived home from his grandparents. I still wasn't sure where I wanted things to go. But every time I talked to him lately, I felt even better about us. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to be with him. If he had been older than me, I wouldn't have thought at all about it. His looks had never bothered me. He was very cute. He actually looked a few years older. He was even great when it came to sex. He was funny and easy to talk to. But he'd always been Pam's 'little brother'. Maybe it was just that association that had bothered me. It reminded me of, well ... me. Jamie's 'little sister'. Fuck that shit, I decided. I liked the guy. He made me feel sexy. Maybe even loved. The words 'slow down' passed through my head. I ignored them, as usual. "Hi, Melissa." "Hi, Peter." We talked for hours. I was either smiling or laughing most of the time. There was also phone sex again, this time without Jamie fucking me. I came this time too. Maybe I should get a job as a phone sex girl? 1-800-MEL-ISSA? I wondered if Mom had done something like that between gigs being a high-class hooker and a porn actress. Maybe I could be the first in my family for once? ------- Tuesday afternoon I was able to talk alone with Sarah in my bedroom. I gave her the details of how we'd been setup by her mom and dad to give our parents and the Walcotts a sex show using her parents' webcam. Just like me with my parents, she didn't even know they had one. She was amazed at just how far they would go to play a sex game. "I can't believe my parents arranged that with your mom and dad ... and the Walcotts too! Gawd!" Sarah exclaimed. I added, "You know the Rayners would've been in on it too if they'd been home." "It was probably the Rayners idea to do something like that," Sarah said, shaking her head, still somewhat baffled by it all. "I can't believe my parents would actually arrange it as well." Sarah was obviously struggling with the whole idea. It was one thing to play blindfold games in the privacy of a bedroom, but this took things to another level. The thought of it having been viewed over the internet seemed to really unnerve her. In hindsight, it did the same to me, and I'd been in on it upfront. I was feeling guilty about that, too. I could've said no to Mrs. Clark when she brought the idea up. However, that word seemed to be eluding me when it came to these sex games lately. "I knew our parents did things together, but I didn't think they were doing shit like this!" Sarah said, looking at me perplexed. "My parents made me a porn actress!" I hadn't thought about it that way. It caused me to momentarily wonder if this had been my Mom's idea. How would she feel if I followed in her footsteps as a porn actress? Would she try to stop me? "Are you mad at me?" I squeamishly asked. "I could've stopped it." "I'm not mad at you, Mel. I'm not really mad at anyone. It just kinda bothers me right now thinking about what we did ... and who set it up." "Nothing really bothers me too much anymore," I stated. "You know our parents are kinky as fuck. We really don't know anything about them beyond what they let us see." Sarah added while smiling, "And what we accidentally discover ... especially you." "I can't help that I'm so accident prone!" I said, giggling with her. I then told Sarah about walking in on her mom and Mrs. Rayner earlier in the summer, catching them hiding in the Rayner's house so they could watch and take pictures of us having sex in the backyard. It further bewildered her. I knew exactly what she was feeling too. It was like someone had kidnapped our real parents, and left behind some perverted strangers. It'd been tough for me to wrap my head around everything when I'd discovered what my own mom was capable of. It was like I was meeting her for the first time. I suppose I really was. I decided to find out what else Sarah might know about the couple that had first seduced her. "Did you ever see the Walcotts with anyone else?" "I didn't see them having sex with anyone else, if that's what you're asking," she replied. "They probably were though. They did a pretty good job of hiding things from me. So, who knows?" "Our moms weren't nearly as careful the time you caught them having sex," I said. That got me thinking even more. "Do you think they set it up for you to see them together?" Sarah thought for a moment, and then said, "Maybe. I still think I saw that by accident. But since you told me that my mom set it up that time I'd seen her masturbating, who knows for sure?" Sarah scrunched her lips looking at me while racking her brain for a clue to latch onto. She then said, "We're not going to figure this out on our own. Without someone like Mrs. Thomas who knows ... well..." she said, shrugging. It was going to take someone other than us to figure everything out. And, we both were friends with someone who likely knew things we didn't. "I wish Pam would tell us more," I wistfully said. "I'm certain she's known about some things longer than us," Sarah groaned. "She couldn't help but know! She isn't 'Miss Know It All' for nothing." "Her parents are freaks," I stated. We both smirked in agreement. "She's had to have seen stuff we don't know about." "Peter might tell you quicker than Pam ... since you're putting out the goods for him," she said, giggling. Feigning contempt, I tilted my head giving her a wry smile. She chuckled and said, "I'm just kidding, Miss Sensitive." Sarah looked down for a moment, lost in her thoughts. She then looked back at me, "Pam is much more involved in this than either of us ever thought. I'm sure she got exposed to things sooner than we did too. I bet she's been doing stuff with Penny and Peter for a while now ... with their parents' blessing." "What about Julie? I asked. "The Walcotts are nothing like the Rayners," she confidently stated. I agreed, saying, "The Walcotts are more like our parents." "You mean... 'more normal'?" Sarah chuckled. "What the fuck is normal about any of this?" "Does 'less freaky' work for you, Miss Nitpicky?" I snickered. "That'll do, Miss Touchy," she playfully shot back. "I bet it's because they're teachers, and have a lot more to lose if people found out that they are swingers and nudists ... and corrupting kids," I speculated. Since we were comparing kinky parents, I decided to tell Sarah about the blindfold game the past Saturday, and how her parents had used a hood instead of a blindfold with me. Her eyes went wide when I told her what I suspected. "Sarah, I swear it was my father's cock I felt in my hands." "Are you really that sure?" she asked. I didn't think she really doubted me much. She knew how daring my parents could be. She'd been experiencing it with them for some time. She added, "It just seems too wild ... even for them." "I know it sounds crazy, but let's say for a moment it wasn't my daddy. He or Mom had to tell your parents about what you did with him the day before ... when you made Daddy think it was me in the bedroom ... which I was..." Sarah started looking at me funny. I was babbling. I continued though, " ... but wasn't as far as he knew ... which he might have known." My head was starting to spin, but Sarah was used to interpreting my gibberish. "Maybe my parents were testing you ... to see if you'd let on somehow that you'd been there with me and your dad," Sarah deduced. "Shit. I probably gave myself away by calling out his name!" "So what? Your mom knows you rubbed your cooch against his cock that night on the couch. He didn't stop you when you were ringing his ding dong," she said, giggling. "This is getting so complicated, and you're joking around," I grumbled. "I hate games!" "It's not like either of them would be mad that you'd been in the room, too," she said, trying to ease my mind. "And Mel, you're loving every minute of this." "Am not!" I protested, even though I was guilty as fuck. "Remember who you're talking to?" I shyly grinned. I then said, "Okay, I'm convinced Daddy told Mom everything about the game we played with him on Friday afternoon. She likely told your mom. I was obviously set up to think it was Daddy rubbing his cock on my hoo-ha, whether it was him or not. Mr. Walcott wasn't shaved the weekend before. They wanted me to suspect it was Daddy. They wanted to take the game up a notch with me." "They wound you up a notch, that's for sure." I rolled my eyes at her before saying, "I've got to see that video!" "You won't, unless Mrs. Thomas gets a copy of it," Sarah concluded. She was right too. "I need to tell her about all of this. She could at least find out, even if she doesn't see the video herself." "I'm surprised she tells you so much," Sarah said, almost sounding jealous. "She's so different than our moms. She's not afraid to tell me things. Maybe it's because she doesn't have kids. I dunno what it is, but I like her a lot. I trust her too." "Maybe you're trusting her too much?" No way, I thought. Not after our talk earlier. She couldn't be playing me. Nobody is that good. "I'm certain she isn't trying to trick me. You'd have to be around her more to know why," I confidently said. "She's really wild though. She and her husband are definitely into sex with others too. You'd never guess it if you only knew her from church though." "I guess they enjoy having a secret life," Sarah shrugged. "It's just so dangerous with them being church leaders." "Everyone seems to have a secret life," I said, looking at her almost accusingly. I was certain I still didn't know everything about Sarah. "For a long time, I thought you were the one in the dark about everything. You knew about stuff long before I ever did." "I didn't know about anyone else until I saw our moms together. I didn't see the Walcotts with anyone else while I was doing stuff with them either." "You never saw them hanging out with other couples ... as just friends?" "Well, yeah. The Prestons came over a few times while I was over there. One time Jennifer came with them, but it just looked like two families spending time together. Mrs. Walcott had a few other friends over sometimes. I'd never seen them before, but I didn't ever see her fooling around with any of them." I was surprised she'd mentioned seeing Jennifer. "I saw Jennifer Friday night at the mall. She didn't say anything to me, which was weird. I was talking to Tammy most of the time though when we were all together." "I don't know Jennifer like you do," she said. "We didn't have any classes together, and she never hung out with any of us after school." "She hasn't called me all summer, but I haven't tried calling her either. I doubt she would know anything though." "She does like hanging out with you at school," Sarah told me. "She's cool. I like hanging out with her," I said, fondly remembering some talks we'd had. "There's no way she'd ever tell me anything about her parents and the Walcotts though, especially if she knew something was going on between them. I certainly wouldn't tell her anything about our parents. I doubt she'd know anything anyways." "Probably not," Sarah concluded. "They haven't lived here that long either." "Even if she might know something, we haven't talked all summer. She'd think I was weird to be asking about her parents now." Sarah asked, "Do you think Peter would know more about the Prestons?" "He obviously knows Jennifer better than I realized," I said. "But, I don't want him to think I'm retarded by asking too many questions. I'm not sure I'm even ready for Peter to know everything about me and the stuff I've been doing with everyone. If I start asking him a lot of questions, he may ask his own." "Peter probably hasn't been involved in any of our parents' games for long, if at all." I nodded, "You're probably right." I felt like I could make Peter feel comfortable enough to tell me things. I'd have to reveal some things to gain his confidence. He already knew I was into girls and my brother. I wasn't sure what else was safe to tell him though. I didn't think it would be a good idea to bring up that I'd fucked his father and mother, at least not yet. I'm sure he had his own secrets, just like I did. Sarah then anxiously asked, "So, what else happened after they took the hood off you?" "We had an orgy. Duh." "Seriously?" she asked, a bit unbelieving. I think she was still coming to grips with her parents doing things with me. Adding the Walcotts into the mix had to be overwhelming her some. "Yeah, seriously. Does it bother you?" "It shouldn't, but it does a little. You know?" "I know. It was the first time I'd actually participated in something with all of them at the same time, when I wasn't blindfolded. We all had sex together for a few hours. It was pretty wild being the center of attention for all of them." Sarah was still struggling with what I was saying. She'd done threesomes with adults, but listening to me talk about participating in an orgy with two couples was something new for her. "Mrs. Walcott is one kinky teacher," I grinned. "What do you mean?" Sarah eagerly asked. "The spanking she got. It was pretty wild." "Oh ... um, yeah. She sorta likes that," Sarah said, uncomfortably. I'd struck a nerve with her. "Talk to me, Sarah," I urged her. She paused for a moment. I knew she was about to tell me something that would embarrass her. "Mr. Walcott spanked me a few times," she awkwardly admitted. "So cool," I replied reassuringly, intentionally trying to make her feel at ease. "You don't think that's too weird?" she tentatively asked. I looked at her with a very exasperated expression. "After all the shit we've been admitting to doing? And you think THAT'S too weird?" She shyly grinned, "Well, it is really really weird." "I can go with 'really really weird'," I nudged her playfully. "It was wild watching your mom with Mrs. Walcott. She really got into spanking her." Sarah's was clearly surprised by that. She incredulously asked, "My mother was the one who spanked her?!" "Girl, your mom spanked me once at my house ... with Mrs. Rayner watching," I proudly admitted. I then realized how weird it was to be proud I was a pervert. Sarah shook her head a few times while lost in her thoughts. She was obviously trying to deal with the idea of her mom doing something like that to me and another woman. I teasingly asked, "Has your mom ever 'spanked' you?" "Mel!" she shouted at me. "I'm just teasing!" With a sly grin forming, she asked, "Did you like her spanking you?" I started blushing while recalling that day, "It was ... interesting. It was more the things she said to me while she was doing it..." "That's the way it was with Mr. Walcott spanking me. I think we both got off more from the things he was saying to me than the actual spanking," Sarah said, still acting a little embarrassed. "Do you still have a crush on him?" She started to deny it. Her face scrunched up like she was about to pounce on me for insinuating something like that, but then she seemed to remember that I knew her too well. "He's cute and all. We never did anything other than go down on each other ... and the times he spanked me and stuff." I perked up at that, "And stuff?" "Kissing and stuff," she bashfully said. "'Making out' kissing?" I asked excitedly. "Yeah. He liked to just make out with me sometimes ... like we were a couple." "Now THAT is weird, chica." "I liked it ... he's good at it," Sarah started blushing big time. "I'd be so jealous if I were his wife," I said. I then bashfully admitted, "I've kissed your dad kinda passionately some, but not what I'd call making-out for any length of time." "I've kissed your dad too," she willingly offered. She also uncomfortably admitted, "Actually, I had more make out sessions with your mom than anyone else." I felt seriously jealous when she said that. I envied very much the closeness she and Mom had shared over the past year. I said, probably sounding disappointed, "Your mom and I kissed, but I wouldn't say we ever made out." "You can make out with me anytime," she said, pushing me down on my back. We proceeded to do just that too. It was fun just kissing and necking with her. It got rather intense too. The passion between us grew the longer we made out. If Sarah actually had done this with my mom, I was totally jealous of them both. ------- It was just after supper on Tuesday when I got a strange call. "Come over and hang out with us, Mel." Why did Penny want me to come over to her house? We'd had a good time during the nude sleepover in her backyard, but I was three years younger than her. "Kari's here. We both want you to come over. Say you will." "What are we gonna do?" I timidly asked. "You'll see when you get here. You'll love it!" I liked the idea that two sixteen year olds wanted me to hang out with them. It would probably make me more popular at school, especially since I wasn't a cheerleader anymore. But what did they have planned for me? Penny was a Rayner. That meant she was a freak by birth. I hadn't been around Kari long enough to know if she was just as wild as her friend, but the fact that she hung out with Penny spoke volumes. I decided to go for it. It wouldn't be my first time doing something crazy. I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. I found Mom relaxing in the family room. I stood at the end of the couch, and asked, "Is it okay if I go over to Pam's house for a while." "Are you spending the night with her?" I didn't want to tell her that it wasn't Pam I was going to see. I wasn't even sure if Pam was there. I wasn't sure she would let me go if Pam wasn't. I cleared my throat softly, and sensibly said, "I might stay over. I'll call if I do." "Peter will be glad to see you," she said, smiling. She was enjoying this thing with Peter way too much. "I'm not going to see Peter!" I so wanted to scream at her. "Stop teasing me about him! Gawd!" "I didn't mean it to sound like I was teasing you," she said. "But he does have a thing for you." "You were teasing me," I complained. Mom's look became sympathetic, "I apologize. It's not every day your daughter is considering having her first boyfriend." "Mom, I'm still trying to figure things out ... I almost wished he wasn't interested in me." "Sweetie, you're gonna realize rather quickly that a lot of guys are going to be interested in you now. You're fun to be around. You're becoming quite the beauty as well. You have a smokin' hot body for your age. More boys are really going to start noticing it too." "Mom!" I whined incredulously. "I barely even have breasts! I'm far from smokin' hot." "Your breasts are perfect for your body, Melissa," she confidently affirmed. Looking directly into my eyes, she added, "You're a nice tight package." "Mom..." I started to complain. She interrupted me though, as her eyes checked out my body. "Look at yourself, Melissa. A smooth tight tummy, and slender waist. Long toned legs ... very sleek and soft," she said, as she gazed at my body. Bewildered, I looked down the front of my body. She tilted her head to the side as if she was looking behind me. " ... and that pert butt is simply adorable. It's so firm and round. Very sexy." What the hell? Did Mom think she was talking to her sex toy Sarah? I was totally shocked by the way she was describing me. I cleared my throat, but couldn't find the right words to say to her. She finally looked at my face again. I wondered if it had finally dawned on her that I wasn't her little girlfriend. "Like I said, a nice tight package." She grinned at my obvious discomfort. "I'm serious, sweetie. More guys are gonna start noticing you, especially at school this year. Trust me. You'll see. I had your body when I was your age." Not only was I stunned at how unabashed she been about giving her assessment of my body, I was also surprised that she'd mentioned something about her past. Just for that alone, I walked over, sat on her lap and hugged her. I think she was a little surprised by that as well. She looked at me affectionately, and said, "If it gets too late and you're not going to stay over, I'll come get you. I don't like my sexy daughter out alone after dark." I rolled my eyes. "Promise you'll call?" "Okay, Mom. I'll call you if it gets late." Sarcastically, I asked, "Do you want to hold my hand while I cross the street too?" She snorted before she kissed my cheek, and softly said in my ear, "One day you'll have your own sexy daughter to worry about. Then you'll understand." I kissed her back and quickly got up to leave before she changed her mind about me going. ------- I really had no clue what Penny and Kari were up to, other than it likely would include sex. I was game for that though. Both girls were sitting on the front steps when I rode up on my bike. They were smiling at each other when they saw me. I began to wonder if they were setting me up for something I might not like. It looked a little too conspiratorial. "What's going on?" I asked. Penny said, "Let's go inside and you'll see." They both could see I was hesitant. Kari said, "C'mon, Mel. We're not trying to trick you or anything. I promise you'll have fun." That didn't really put me any more at ease though. While we'd had a good time together that Saturday night camping out, I couldn't quite understand why they would want a thirteen year old to hang out with them. They led me upstairs to Penny's room. We all crashed on her bed. "So, what's going on?" Kari said, "You'll see shortly." "You guys aren't setting me up to look stupid, are you?" Penny tried to ease my concerns, "Don't worry, Mel. You're cool with us. You were a lot of fun when we camped out. We thought we'd have fun hanging out with you more." "Relax, chica," Kari said. "You're one of us. We look out for each other. We have too." She had a great point. We weren't like some mafia family or anything, but we did have something that bonded us, even if there was an age difference. "We have a very big secret we want to share with you," Penny stated, turning to grin at Kari. I still wasn't sure I wasn't being setup by them. It did pique my interest though. Penny continued, "First, let's get naked. Everyone else is." "Everyone else? Are Pam and Peter here?" "Peter is," Kari said, with a knowing smile. She was obviously aware that Peter and I were an item. "Pam is spending the night with my brother." "Does Peter know I'm here?" I asked, a little more concerned where all this was going. "No. Not yet anyways," Penny replied, smiling just like Kari had. "By the way, are you dating my brother now?" I wasn't sure just what I should say to her. Was she talking to me as my friend, or as Peter's big sister? "We went to a movie last Friday," I shrugged. I tried to act like it wasn't a big deal. "He's a little younger than you. You're gonna catch hell for that, you know," she stated. "I don't care. People can go to hell if they don't like it." "Cool. But, don't hurt my brother," she said, obviously in big sister mode now. " ... at least not intentionally." "I won't. It was just a date is all." "Girl, he has a crush on you," Penny admitted, which really surprised me. "He'll survive though. Just don't screw him up too much." I wasn't sure I could screw him up any worse than his family would, but I knew what she meant. We got naked and lay around on the bed talking about school starting back soon. They both warned me about certain teachers they'd had. Most of it I was already aware of though. I felt like I was older with them. They were far more experienced than I was, but they were treating me more like I was their age. It felt good too. The more they talked though, the more I wondered when they were going to reveal this big secret of theirs. They seemed to be waiting for something to happen first though. I had no choice but to be patient. While they were treating me like I was their age, I knew I was still a little kid to them. In other words, I knew my place. After talking a little while longer, Penny seemed to get a bit anxious. Finally she jumped off the bed and left the room. After watching Penny leave, I turned back to Kari, "What's going on?" "I think things are about ready. Penny will let us know." I still felt like they might be setting me up to look silly. They could easily pull a prank on me and Peter to embarrass us. I sat up on the edge of the bed, and picked up my clothes from the floor. I was gonna at least have my clothes if I needed to make a run for the hills. Kari noticed that I was starting to panic, "I swear, Mel. We're not gonna trick you." "Does this involve Peter," I asked cautiously. "You're not going to make fun of us dating?" She didn't have a chance to answer before Penny came back. "It's time," she said, with a big grin. Time for what? Penny left the doorway and disappeared before I was even off the bed. Kari grinned at me while getting off the bed. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. I decided to just let whatever they'd setup for me happen. Kari led me out of the room into the hall and toward Mr. and Mrs. Rayner's closed bedroom door, where Penny was standing. She was grinning excitedly. Penny then laid the law down to me. "Okay, Mel. You have to swear on penalty of death not to ever tell anyone about this." "I swear, I guess. What's going on?" "I mean it, girl. Swear you won't. You will die a painful hideous death at my hands if you do tell anyone. I'll kill you, then mutilate your body, and then kill you again." "I swear! I swear! Now, what's going on?!" "You'll see," she smiled knowingly again. "Follow me. Just don't say anything until Kari or I tell you it's okay to." What the hell was going on? Kari stepped behind me, and grabbed my shoulders with her hands. It was like she thought I still might bolt on her. I was too curious to run away though, no matter what I was about to walk in on. Penny opened the door and my eyes opened wide. On the bed was her father. Naked. Blindfolded. His wrists were restrained to the bed. Kari nudged me to go into the bedroom behind Penny. Penny held a finger up to her lips reminding me to keep quiet. Kari positioned me at the foot of the bed, pointing for me to stay there. She then went to the right side of the bed, while Penny went to the left side. I stood at the foot looking between the three of them. The two older girls were looking at me to see my reaction. I'm not sure what they saw on my face though. This was beyond bizarre. "Hi, Mr. Rayner," Kari said. "Hi, Kari. Are we alone?" "You'll find out soon enough," she said, turning to grin at me. Kari sat on the bed beside Mr. Rayner's legs. She began rubbing his thigh, coming close to but not touching his cock. He wasn't hard, but that was quickly changing. "I see someone likes what I'm doing." He laid there without verbally responding. He was responding in other ways though. He was obviously enjoying what Kari was doing. Penny just stood there watching, like me. Kari finally couldn't resist taking Mr. Rayner's hard dick in her hand. She stroked him gently, teasing him. "You always like it when I play with your big cock, don't you?" "You're very good at it." "Want me to do more?" "Yes, ma'am. I do." Kari grinned at me before she leaned down and began swirling her tongue around the head of his dick. His hips lifted off the bed when she did, trying to get his cock inside her mouth. She wasn't through teasing him though. "You don't like me licking your dick?" "I love it." I glanced at Penny. She was playing with a nipple with one hand, while rubbing her clit with the other. It wasn't long ago that I'd have been totally shocked that she would get that excited staring at her naked father. Now, it just seemed like it was almost normal for it to happen, at least with this family. Morally, I wasn't any better than Penny though. I'd already done things with my blindfolded father. "But you'd rather I suck it, right?" Kari carried on her banter with Mr. Rayner. "You're one of the best at it." "One of the best?" she asked, feigning being insulted. "As much as I've sucked your cock, I'm still just 'one' of the best? Am I just another pretty mouth?" "Oh, it's pretty, but you also have that special thing you do with your tongue..." he responded, trying to sweet talk her. "I'm special too, huh? I bet you can't even tell who is sucking you when you're blindfolded." "I bet I could tell if it's you, if you suck me like usual." "Is that so?" she playfully asked. "I have a good friend here with me. Want to see if you can tell the difference between us?" So that's why they invited me over. Penny and Kari wanted me to be part of their blindfold game, except I wasn't the one wearing a blindfold. Had they found out about what Sarah and I had done with my father? I didn't really see how they could know. Penny seemed to be in a trance staring at her best friend fondling her father's cock. It was pretty wild watching her getting off on what we were about to do to her father. "Who is your friend?" "It's Melissa. Tell Melissa hello." I was shocked that she'd told him it was me already. "Hi, Melissa." I looked at Kari to see if it was okay to speak. She nodded that it was fine. Clearing my throat, I nervously said, "Hi, Mr. Rayner." I almost didn't get the words out. "You're on the other side of the blindfold this time. Having fun?" "Yes, sir. So far." Kari asked him, "Has Melissa ever sucked your cock?" "Not yet. I'm looking forward to it though." "I bet you are. I hear she's one of the best too," she said, winking at me. Penny looked like she was getting close to an orgasm. The whole scene had me soaking wet. Kari then explained things, "So here is what we're gonna do. We're going to take turns sucking you. Then you have to guess which one of us it is. No clues other than what you feel on your big hard dick." Kari moved off the bed. She motioned me to come around to her side of the bed to go first. I climbed up on the bed and moved to where I could get at him easily. I held my hair back with one hand so it wouldn't brush his legs or anything. First, I licked from his balls to the tip of his shaft, before taking the head into my mouth. I began slowly taking a few inches of him inside, working my tongue on the underside as I went. I took in over half of his dick, still slithering my tongue against it. I then bobbed my head slowly, taking more of him each time. After a few minutes, I began to slowly pull my mouth away from him, letting my lips drag along the entire length, kissing the head as I pulled away. Mr. Rayner said, "That was incredible." Kari put her head next to mine. "No guessing yet," she told him. I moved off the bed so Kari could climb on. She didn't though. She again stepped behind me and held my shoulders. We both were looking across the bed at Penny, and then Kari leaned her head over my shoulder so she could see my face. She was smiling deviously at me. She held her finger to her lips to remind me to be quiet. We then watched as Penny climbed on the bed. My mouth opened to say 'no way'. It was an involuntary reflex, but Kari put her hand over my open mouth in time to stop me. I'd done this to my father in front of Sarah. Now Penny was going to do it to hers in front of me and Kari! Penny took her father's cock in her hand and began licking it. She was bathing it with her tongue for maybe half a minute before she took him deep in her mouth. She was giving him a rather noisy wet blowjob. Her spit was literally running down his shaft from her mouth. He was certainly enjoying it too. Penny was making gurgling noises too, especially as she took him really deep. Occasionally when she'd momentarily pull her mouth away to catch her breath, a strand of saliva would keep them joined together momentarily before it'd break and dangle from her bottom lip. I stood there in awe. I'd never seen a blowjob like that before, at least not in person. Penny finally pulled away from her father and got off the bed. Her mouth and chin covered with her spit. It was still dangling off her chin some. She didn't even try to wipe it away. She looked so obscene, and she was enjoying it. Kari walked to the end of the bed before saying anything. She then asked, "Okay, which one was me?" "Neither." Did he know one of them was his daughter?! "Which one was Melissa?" "It had to be the first one." "So, it wasn't me the second time." "It wasn't you." "Do you know who the second one was?" He didn't respond right away. Did he know? "I think it's my wife, but it could be Andrea." My mom?! Penny and Kari both shushed me before I could say it out loud. I don't know why it surprised me when he said my mom's name. I'd figured they were doing stuff together. Was Penny mimicking the way my mom gives blowjobs? Based on the porn videos I'd seen, Mom could've given Penny some lessons using her dad as a prop. The thought of that made me really jealous of Penny. Where was my motherly advice?! "Which one though?" Kari pushed him for an answer. Finally he said, "I'm betting it's Maggie pretending to be Andrea. I don't think Melissa's mom would be here with her." Was Mr. Rayner just jerking my chain with this talk about my mother? "You're wrong, Mr. Rayner. You lose that round," Kari informed him. "Andrea is here with Melissa?" he anxiously asked. "No clues for you, buster. You should be an expert at this by now," Kari reminded him. "I got the first one correct though, didn't I?" "Maybe, maybe not." "No help for the blind, huh?" I stared at Penny, shaking my head in amazement. Was this the first time she'd sucked her father? I seriously doubted it. She'd licked his cock that time while playing Twister. Did she only suck him when he was blindfolded or couldn't tell for sure it was her? "Nope. You know the rules, mister," Kari chastised him. "Let's try something different this time. Think you can figure out who's riding your cock?" "I'm certainly willing to try," he grinned. "You're a very bad man," Kari teasingly scolded. To change things up, Kari had me walk to Penny's side of the bed. She motioned for me to get on the bed. She indicated that she wanted me to move over Mr. Rayner so that I was hovering above his cock without touching him. I was a little lighter than Penny and Kari, so I expected he might be able to tell it was me based on how the bed sunk in. At that point though, it didn't really matter that he knew which one was me. The game was obviously about pulling a fast one on him with his daughter. Once I was straddling him, I grabbed his cock with one hand to get it lined up with my pussy. I slowly sat down and almost moaned out loud. Kari and Penny both almost reached out to cover my mouth before I clinched it shut on my own. I raised and lowered myself, taking all of his cock. It felt great inside me, filling me oh so good, just like it had the first time he'd fucked me. I squeezed his cock tightly too, producing moans from him. I did this for a few minutes before Kari and Penny seemed to get concerned that I was going to make him cum. I lifted up, letting his cock slip out of me, and then maneuvered off the bed without touching him anymore than necessary. Kari stepped next to his head, putting her face right above his, "Here comes the next one." She kissed him before moving out of the way. Just as I expected, Penny began climbing onto the bed. She repeated the same thing that I'd done. I was mesmerized at the sight of her father's cock sliding deep inside her. It was so erotic watching her pussy lips drag along his wet shaft. Once she got her balance, she rode her father's cock with abandon. When she'd sit down on him completely, his balls nestled up snuggly against her butt. Several times she came close to moaning aloud, just as I almost had. I wished I'd had a camera. Kari moved behind me again, setting her chin on my shoulder to watch with me. Her hands reached around to play with both my nipples at first, before one of her hands drifted down to finger my wet hole. "So fucking hot," she whispered very quietly in my ear. Penny rode him for about five minutes. She displayed her experience with the way she rode his cock. This girl knew how to fuck. One moment she'd tease him by only letting part of his shaft sink inside her, and then the next moment she'd grind down hard against him. Then she'd do something else to drive him crazy. Finally Mr. Rayner lunged up into his daughter as he started cumming. Penny pushed down against him to keep his cock buried deep inside. He was groaning loudly as he shot his load inside his daughter. Did he have a clue that it was her though? Penny finally climbed off and moved away. Kari walked closer to him, leaning down to talk in his ear. "So, sexy man. Which one was Melissa?" "She was the first one." I felt bad that he didn't think I was the second one. I realized I still had a lot to learn about fucking. Practice would make perfect. "And I was the second one?" Kari asked him. "I believe so." "Wrong again! I thought you would be better at this game than that!" "Who was the second one then?" "Nuh uh. I'm not even telling you if you got the first one right." "I'm certain the first one was Melissa." "It's possible you're right." "So she was one of them?" he asked. "She was one of them." Kari moved down his body closer to his cum covered cock. She began licking it clean. "Tastes awfully familiar," she said, looking at Penny. I mouthed to Penny, "Was that the first time?" Penny didn't reply, but motioned for me to leave the room with her. She closed the door behind us. "Was that the first time?" I asked again. She could easily see how bizarre I thought all this was. She shook her head no, "You can never ... never ... tell anyone." "I don't break my promises." "I know you don't. Kari knows that too. That's why we let you in on this." "Does your dad know about you?" "A girl has to have some secrets," she smiled at me. "I'm sure you have your own ... even with your dad," she winked. My eyes went wide. How could she know? Was she fishing for info? She looked at me even more mischievously, "Want to know another secret though?" "Sure," I tried to casually say. "Follow me, but be very quiet." She led me to Peter's bedroom door. She put her finger to her lips letting me know to keep quiet. I quickly took inventory of the people that would've likely been in the house. Pam was gone. There were only two left, and one of them was Peter. She opened the door. Peter was on his bed, blindfolded and restrained, just like his father. Penny quickly anticipated my reaction and grabbed me, putting her hand over my mouth. It's a good thing she did too. I almost screamed when I saw Peter's cock getting stroked and licked by his mom. Mrs. Rayner stared at me while she held her son's cock against her cheek, then turned and kissed it like it was a lover. She then started really bathing his cock with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. She wasn't shy at all about what she was doing. She was enjoying giving Peter a blowjob in front of me. My mind was completely overloaded. She's sucking her son! My possible boyfriend! This was completely wrong. But it was so incredibly hot! I felt like I should stop them, and at the same time I wanted to cheer her on. I shouldn't have been watching what they were doing, but no one could've dragged me away if they'd tried. Mrs. Rayner pulled her mouth from his wet cock. She moved to get above him like Penny and I had done with her father. She teased him for just a moment, rubbing the head of his cock along her slippery cunt. Then she let it slip inside her, lowering herself all the way down his cock. Penny held onto my shoulders and walked me to the side of the bed. I could see both of them more easily. She rode her own son for a few minutes before he thrust up into her, filling her pussy the same way Penny's dad had done to her. Like father, like son, I figured. Mrs. Rayner was biting her lip to keep from making any noise. Her body was very tense as she started cumming on her son's cock. The look on her face alone would've been enough to know. Penny then led me back into the hall, closing the door. "Oh. My. God. Does Peter know?" "You'll have to ask him," Penny said, being a big tease. I looked at her incredulously, "Ask him if he knows his mom just fucked him?!" "Sure," she casually said, still teasing me. Then she got a more serious look. "Mel, you're in on a big secret. Please don't ever talk about this with anyone but me and Kari. Remember, you gave your word." "Can I talk to Peter about it?! Does he know?!" I asked her anxiously. My mind was still on overload with what they'd dared to show me. I was actually shaking. "It would be an interesting conversation," she again grinned, not being of any help. How was I going to even bring it up with him? Since he was blindfolded, how much did he actually know? "What about your mom? She saw me watching." "Mom's cool too. But no one else." "But what about Peter?!" I demandingly asked again. "It might be better not to talk about everything with him. Remember, the game is about deception ... and not knowing everything. He was told you were going to be here. He likely doesn't know who it is with him right now, but he might suspect. Mom's not too much bigger than you, but he has fucked you before. So, he might not believe it is you. We want you to go in there and pretend it was you though." "Too fucking wild," I said more to myself than her. Was I supposed to lie to him? Not a great way to start a relationship! "Can we trust you?" If I'd said anything other than that I would keep their secret, I knew Penny and Kari would likely screw me over sometime in the future. So, I just agreed to go along. "Fuck yeah," I said, enthusiastically. "I knew you'd be cool!" she softly exclaimed, hugging me to her. The bedroom door opened and Mrs. Rayner came out. "Is everything okay?" she quietly asked me and Penny. I replied for both of us, "Yeah. I guess I need to take my place before Peter wonders where 'I' went." Mrs. Rayner walked by me, giving me a slight hug as she passed. "You're wearing the same scent that I do," I said to her. "Fortune favors the prepared," she shrugged. What the fuck was I doing hanging out with these freaks?! I had to ask Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Clark about this! I looked at Mrs. Rayner and couldn't stop myself from asking, "You once told me that the adults weren't..." She interrupted me with a blunt answer, "I lied." She had a sympathetic look on her face. At least she'd come clean with me. She then added, "I couldn't very well admit what was going on at the time, could I?" She was pleading for my understanding. I shrugged in reply. Penny and her mom both hugged and kissed me. As I stood back after hugging Mrs. Rayner, I noticed her son's cum between her legs. "You don't care that he came inside you?" I asked, still not believing that she could fuck him so easily in front of us. "It would've been a waste. I'm about to get cleaned up though," she said, glancing at Penny. My mouth hung open yet again. My mind was spinning. Mrs. Rayner was about to walk toward her bedroom with her daughter when I grabbed her arm. Like a zombie, I pointed at Penny, and quietly blurted out, "She fucked her father!" Penny just grinned at my bewilderment. "I guess I'll have to clean her then," she boldly stated, more to shock me than to get a reply. I totally lost it at that point. These people knew no limits, and I was right in the middle of their game. She then patted my naked ass and told me to go take care of Peter. They stood at Peter's door watching me as I got on the bed with him, taking his cum covered cock in my mouth. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. They smiled at me, and then closed the door, leaving us alone together. I moved up his body and kissed him passionately. I then removed his blindfold so that he could see me. "I'm glad you're here," he said, a little embarrassed about being restrained. "I'm glad I'm here. I'm horny as hell. Want to fuck again?" "Yeah. I'm ready for you anytime." He's a sweetie. His renewed hard-on had already answered the question. Hearing him say it made me all the hornier. I quickly got him inside me too. I wondered though. Could he tell I didn't have any cum inside me? We were going to have an interesting conversation ... after I wore him out for a while. "I know it wasn't you that fucked me." I winced as soon as he said it. I bit my bottom lip, and then lay down against him, and said, "I think you know how this game is played." ------- Chapter 25 - The Lost Chapter 24 Scene - Holiday Extra Peter and I fucked twice over the next few hours. The boy could get hard for me in the blink of an eye. And he could take a long time before coming. That made it nice for a girl. He couldn't drive and he wasn't rich, but he seemed to adore me. This guy was a keeper. I just didn't want him to know it yet though. He was getting fond of me riding his cock while facing him. He said I could be his cowgirl. I didn't know whether to go 'awww' or slap him silly for saying something so retarded. He said it was so he could see my pretty face. I thought that was so sweet. I knew that had to be the reason too, because my tits sure weren't going to keep anyone's attention for very long. He did say he also liked watching how my slender body moved as I worked his cock. That was sweet too, and made up for the lame cowgirl thingy. Speaking of the state of my mammary situation, I was thinking of asking Santa for a boob job this year. I've been a good girl. Except for fucking a bunch of people I probably shouldn't have, I haven't been too naughty. No, seriously. I should be on the nice list, if not the honor roll. Plus, I haven't taken Santa's name in vain all year. That should count for something, shouldn't it? I know I'm on God's shit list. So, I'm not asking him for anything. It was about nine when I remembered I needed to call Mom. I went downstairs to use the kitchen phone, leaving Peter on the bed to catch his breath. I told him to be ready to go again by the time I got back. I didn't think I was being too demanding though. "Mom, I'm gonna stay over tonight ... if that's okay." "Is Pam there?" Shit. To lie, or not to lie. "No, but Penny and Kari are," I smartly replied. "Peter too?" "Yeah, him too." "Uh huh," she said knowingly. God she knows me too well. "Can I? Please?" "Have you asked Peter's mom or dad if it's okay?" "I haven't had a chance," I honestly answered. "You've been busy?" "Very. So have his parents." "Are they there with you?" "Uh huh," I replied. Then I figured I better be more specific. "Well, they're upstairs. I'm calling from the kitchen." "Go ask one of them. I'll wait." I put the phone down and ran upstairs. I wasn't about to take it with me and risk Mom overhearing something sexual going on in the Rayner's bedroom. I lightly knocked on their bedroom door. "The door's not locked," Mr. Rayner's voice boomed. I braced myself for what I was about to walk in on. Opening the door and peeking inside, I made out four intertwined naked bodies. Rather tame for them, I thought. They'd obviously been very busy though since Mrs. Rayner had left me with Peter earlier. None of them were embarrassed about me seeing them together. Penny didn't even bother moving her hand off her father's cock while she was practically lying on him. Mrs. Rayner cuddled against her daughter with her hand on Penny's sexy butt. It would've made a lovely family picture. Kari was snuggling up to Mrs. Rayner. She was sorta straddling one of Mrs. Rayner's legs, moving her hips some while pressing her pussy against it. I made a mental note to do that with Sarah. "My Mom is on the phone," I said to whoever was inclined to listen. "Is it okay if I spend the night?" "Sure, sweetie," Mr. Rayner replied. "You know you're always welcome here." "Wait up, Melissa," Mrs. Rayner said as she untangled herself and moved off the bed, "I need to talk to your mother about something." We went back downstairs together. I picked up the phone, "Mom, it's okay for me to stay. Mrs. Rayner wants to talk with you about something, too." I told Mom goodnight and handed the phone to Mrs. Rayner. I started to leave, but Mrs. Rayner grabbed my hand. She then sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, leaving me standing in front of her. "Hi, Andrea." She listened for a moment. "She's no trouble. She's always welcome here," she said, squeezing my hand. I smiled. Mrs. Rayner had been talking for about a minute with my Mom when I began to wonder why she'd wanted me to stay. That is until she let go of my hand and started tweaking one of my nipples, pulling and pinching it nicely. She then pulled me closer to her, moving her head near enough so she could lick that same nipple, while she continued chatting with Mom. "Melissa's been hanging out with Peter," she informed Mom. I grimaced slightly. I really wished she hadn't told her that. Mrs. Rayner just smiled while reaching around to lightly smacked my naked butt. "Kari and Penny have been with me and Kent." I looked at her funny. "In our bedroom, of course." My mouth hung wide open. I couldn't believe she was telling my mom this with me standing there. She just grinned and squeezed my ass. "Kent's having a great time. Three girls to play with. What man wouldn't?" I figured that answered the question of whether Mom knew about Penny and her parents. "She might suspect, but she's been with Peter in his bedroom all night," she said, winking at me, and squeezing my butt again. Was she trying to keep Mom from knowing that I was aware of the Rayner's family secret? "Penny was great. She went down on Kari in front of us. Kent couldn't resist joining in, what with her ass sticking up in the air like it was." Mrs. Rayner slid her butt to the edge of the chair, and then reached up to put her hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me down to my knees. "Lick my pussy," she mouthed to me. I looked at her incredulously. She actually wanted me to eat her cunt right then. "Do it, please?" she again mouthed, with a hopeful look. I took a deep breath, and then leaned over to get my mouth where she wanted it. I was going to play her game ... with my mom on the phone! I was glad no one was in there with a camera. I was down on my knees with my ass stuck out, my face between her legs, and my tongue on her clit. At least she wasn't too messy. I knew Peter had cum in her once. Her husband had probably blasted all his loads inside Penny and Kari. Just then I felt two hands on my hips. I almost shrieked before I turned my head to see who was there. Peter just smiled as he squatted behind me. God, I was so embarrassed. He'd caught me eating out his mother! He didn't seem to be upset about it though. In fact, his cock was hard ... again. He'd already cum three times between me and his mother in the past few hours. I'd told him to be ready when I got back. Apparently, he got tired of waiting on me though. Kudos to him for not wasting a hard-on. He got down on his knees behind me. He pointed at his mom's pussy, indicating I should get back to what I'd been doing. I turned my head back to her soaking wet quim and started licking again. Moments later, I felt his cock pushing inside me. "He got behind her on his knees and slid his hard shaft deep inside. She was so wet and ready for his cock." I glanced back again at Peter. His mom was narrating the threesome that had occurred in her bedroom earlier ... to my mother ... while we repeated it! This family was beyond bizarre. I just went with it though. When in Raynerland... "He looked so hot with his big cock fucking her so deep and hard. She could hardly keep her mouth on my pussy!" Peter took the cue and began slamming me from behind, pushing my face hard against his mom's squishy cooch. It's a wonder I didn't break my nose when he first started. Mrs. Rayner continued talking to Mom as if nothing was going on. "He had to slow down a little so she could continue licking me. I didn't want to be left out," she said, almost giggling like a little girl. Peter apparently took the hint and slowed down just enough so I could once again do my thing. "Oh God, yes, Andrea. I don't blame you. I've got two fingers in my pussy right now, too." Holy fucking hell! I glanced up at Mrs. Rayner's face. She put her hand on top of my head, pushing me back to her pussy again. "Oh, yeah," she exaggerated saying. "Play with that pussy for me, honey. I wish I was there to play with it for you." No fucking way this was happening! The only thing keeping me from bolting out of there at that point was Peter's cock. He was fucking me so damn good. His cock felt bigger than it had ever felt. Maybe my pussy was just responding more at the moment because of everything. I didn't really care. I just hoped he didn't stop any time soon. I was so close to what I knew would be the best orgasm! "You'd like to have been Me ... Penny, getting fucked while eating me?" she asked ... almost saying my name! She was stroking her fingers through my hair while holding me, keeping my mouth pressed to her. "You'd look so hot, Andrea!" I think both Mrs. Rayner and Mom came at the same time. I certainly did. It seemed to coax another orgasm out of Peter too. It was probably a good thing my mouth was occupied, or I likely would've squealed loud enough for Mom to have heard. "I needed that, honey. I haven't done phone sex in quite some time," she said to Mom, and then paused for a moment. "You have? With who?" I looked up at her again, not believing what I'd just heard. Mom does phone sex?! Who the hell with?! After a few moments, Peter reached under my shoulders from behind, and pulled me up to my feet. I think his mom had motioned to him for us to leave. I stood there listening for a little longer though. "Really?! That's so hot, girl!" I cocked my head, wishing I had superhuman hearing. Peter tugged on me harder though, pulling me out of the kitchen. Mrs. Rayner blew a kiss at us as we left. I walked with Peter back up the stairs. I was looking at him the whole way, trying to make sense of what I'd just heard. But what could I ask him? What would he know about my mother doing phone sex? I just sorta babbled nonsensically at him. He just smiled at me the whole time. We went back into his room and crashed on his bed. "My Mom does phone sex," I breathlessly whined. "Like daughter, like mother?" he asked. I tilted my head and creased my brow while looking at him curiously. "You've done it with me, silly," he reminded me. I just bit my lip and grinned, before cuddling up with him. I wondered if Santa would think I was still a good girl. I could just hear him saying, "HO HO HO, you ho! No breasts for you!" I sighed. There's always next year. ------- Chapter 26 I woke up Wednesday morning in Peter's arms. It had been the second time I'd slept cuddled up to him after we'd had sex. The first time had been in a tent in his backyard. This time, I'd spent the night with him in his bed. In a matter of a few weeks, I'd gone from thinking he was a dork, to wanting to snuggle up with him. We were pushing the needle into the red, and I was still trying to figure out my feelings for him. He was still asleep, but his cock was wide awake. I wondered if Mom would've allowed him to sleepover with me if we'd been at my house. In the past, I'd have doubted it. But things were different. She's had no problem with letting Sarah sleepover with Jamie. But of course, Jamie was older than me. Things were changing between Mom and me though, for the better, just as they had been with me and Peter. I took Peter's cock in my hand and gently fondled it. Morning boners are so cool. They seem to be the hardest. He moaned and groaned as he woke up from a deep slumber. He almost seemed irritated until he finally focused his eyes on my face. "Good morning, sleepy head," I said. I was propped up on one elbow, looking down at him. "I could wake up every morning like this," he mumbled through his sleepy haze. His expression quickly turned into a smile though. "Dream on, buster. This is likely a very rare treat. So you better enjoy it." He took my advice too. He fucked me for the next half hour, cumming in me twice. The sheets were becoming one huge wet spot. After the second time, we lay together talking about our relationship. "I wanted to kiss you back in June when you gave me that blowjob," he told me. He then became a little squeamish as he said, "But the sperm on your lips freaked me out." "It was your cum, dude. Don't tell me you haven't tasted it before," I teased. He looked away and smiled in embarrassment. Why were guys so weirded out about their own cum? He then looked back at me, and softly said, "I wanted our first kiss to be a little different." I stopped joking with him when I realized he was being serious with me. "Then that wouldn't have been the most appropriate first kiss," I said, and then kissed him tenderly for being so sweet. "Our first kiss was when we played spin the bottle," he reminded me. I was surprised that he'd considered that to be our first kiss. I'd only kissed him because of the game we were playing. I hadn't even wanted him to be the one the bottle pointed at. I didn't want him to know that though. "You almost came while I kissed you. Remember?" I asked, fondling his wilted cock. "You were playing with my cock at the time," he said in defense. I guiltily smiled at him before leaning down to kiss him. "Our first fuck was special though, in a way," I said. "You really tried to make me feel good." "I wanted you to feel great. I didn't want you to think I was only trying to fuck you," he said. He then looked directly at me. "I wanted you to enjoy it." "I did enjoy it," I said, rubbing his chest. "You made me feel special, even as wasted as I was." "I think you're special," he said, pulling me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me. I was enjoying the intimacy, even though it was rather sappy. Somehow, that didn't matter. "I liked the way you cuddled with me afterward, like you're doing now." He held me even tighter. ------- We got up and took a shower together. Anyone observing us would've thought we were a couple. When I was with him, I was treating him like we were. I didn't even think about it. It was when we were apart that I questioned the whole situation. Mrs. Rayner was up and busy when we went downstairs and into the kitchen. She was wearing an apron, and nothing else. Peter and I were still naked as well. I blushed as I passed her, remembering what the three of us had done the night before. "Good morning, you two. I see you both survived last night." "Good morning ... Peter's mom," I slyly said, my smile turning to more of a grin. I thought it might be cute reminding her just who she was. "Someone kept us up too late." "Are you calling me a bad mother?" she feigned being indignant. Peter sat down at the table. I decided to push things a little more with his mom. I walked over to the chair she'd sat in during our threesome, smiled at her, and asked, "Is it okay if I sit here?" A grin appeared on her face. Peter lowered his head, blushing. We both looked at him and almost laughed. She said, "I think someone is a little embarrassed." I suppressed a laugh and walked over behind the chair he was sitting in, and scruffed his hair playfully before leaning down to kiss his cheek. Mrs. Rayner seemed very pleased to see the growing affection between me and her son. Mrs. Rayner had some fruit and cereal out for breakfast. She hadn't cooked, not knowing when any of us might get up. That was typical for when I'd spent the night over with Pam in the past. It was wild to think back on those times now. I'd never seen even a hint of anything like the previous night. I suspected it possibly had been going on right under my nose over the past few years. If it had, they'd hid it well. Mrs. Rayner smiled at us the whole time we ate. She was obviously happy with how things had gone over the past evening. I still couldn't completely comprehend that this was all fine with her. Everything that had happened the previous night was crazy. She seemed to be able to switch her perviness on and off like a light switch, which usually seemed to be on. If someone had walked into the house at that moment, they'd never even get a hint that any of the perverted stuff we'd done the night before had occurred. Of course, they'd have to believe that our sitting around naked in the kitchen during breakfast wasn't somehow deviant. After Peter and I were through eating, I got dressed and left to go home. I had a date with Mrs. Thomas to keep. I gave him some sexy kisses before I left though. ------- Early in the afternoon, Peter called me. He couldn't stay away from me! I liked that. The first thing he said was that his parents had just told them they were going camping the upcoming weekend at the nudist campground they usually went to. "Mom and Dad told us after you left that we're going camping with the Walcotts on Friday and coming back on Sunday." "Cool. I bet that'll be fun," I plainly said, groaning to myself as I remembered how I'd been excluded over the past two years. He knew just how upset I'd been about that too. "It would be more fun if you were there," he said pensively. "Like the Saturday in your backyard?" I lightheartedly teased. "Not quite like that," he sorta laughed. "You can't do the things we did that Saturday at the campground. They'd throw us all out." "Prudes," I giggled. We talked more about the previous night. I never asked if he knew his mom had sex with him while he was blindfolded. Obviously he'd had no problem having a threesome with me and his mother, but he'd not touched her. I figured he'd talk to me about all of it when he was ready. I understood how he probably felt. I certainly wasn't ready to tell him I'd given my father a blowjob during a blindfold game. "Peter," I started with a serious tone. "Do you think things are going too fast between us?" It was a loaded question. He was perceptive enough to realize it too. "I don't think so," he replied. Of course, he wouldn't. He then hesitated for a moment before saying, "We're just enjoying each other." "Yeah," I weakly replied. I was quiet for a few moments. I was now afraid I'd say the wrong thing. It had been a while since we'd felt this uncomfortable with each other. "Ummm..." he muttered, obviously searching for the right words for what he was about to say. "Is it alright if something happens while I'm camping this weekend?" "If something happens?" I curiously asked. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I had a good idea. I wanted him to say it. "Between me and someone ... like Julie or Kari." "You mean fucking them?" I asked, a little more sternly than I'd really wanted. "Yeah ... or just fooling around a little," he said, trying to make it seem like something more innocent. I sighed and thought for a moment how to reply. If I said that I'd mind if he did, was I insinuating some type of commitment to him? Was I really ready to take that step? I balked. "I don't have a right to say you can't," I plainly stated. "We aren't officially a couple. You can do whatever you want with whom ever." I felt a real sense of regret as soon as I'd said it too. "Okay," Peter replied, sounding a little disappointed. He then asked, "Are you dating anyone else?" That question caught me by surprise. I was hurting him. Fuck! "No," I honestly answered. It didn't mean I wasn't having sex with just about everyone we hung out with lately though. "Do you want to go out with anyone else?" he asked. He obviously was trying to see just where things stood between us. "Not right now." "Okay," he sounded even more dejected. I'd obviously left the door open to possibly seeing others. I hadn't even asked him the same question. "I'm not trying to hurt you," I said. "I've only been on one date in my life. I really like hanging out with you." "It's cool. I like spending time with you." "I just don't want to rush things." "Can I see you next week?" he asked. The way he asked seemed like he thought I really might tell him no. "Of course," I eagerly said, trying to reassure him. I didn't want him to think I was trying to ditch him. "We'll hang out when you get back." "Monday?" "Probably, but call me Sunday when you get back." "Cool." Then there was that god awful uneasy silence again. "Have fun this weekend," I finally said. "We can talk about things when you get back, if you want." I wasn't sure why I was acting like I was. I was acting like I wouldn't see or talk to him the rest of the week. It was only Wednesday. "I wish you were going," he said wistfully. "I want to sometime, if I can talk my parents into taking me." "Talk to them," he urged. "There's still time to go again before school starts back. They could come too." We were both quiet for a few moments. I'd just put the brakes on being exclusive. It was totally obvious he was dying to be with me more. "Peter?" "Yeah?" "Don't be mad at me ... for what I said about not being a couple." "I'm not," he said, still sounding downhearted. God I hated hearing his voice like that. It was obvious I was hurting him. We'd been acting just like a couple. Why was I so reluctant? "Good. Because I'll kick your ass if you do get mad at me." After a few moments, he said, "I can't stop thinking about you." I paused a moment before saying, "We have the same problem." My admission seemed to perk him up. "Is it a good problem?" he asked. "Yep," I quickly answered. "Be patient with me. Okay?" "I'll try," he said, sounding more optimistic. "Don't just try, Peter. I like you a lot. It's okay to fool around with girls like Kari or Julie, but you're gonna have to make it up to me when you get back." "I don't want to fool around with anyone if it will bother you." "It will bother me, but I'll get over it." I felt like telling him I'd cut his nuts off if he touched anyone, but I knew I couldn't while telling him we weren't a couple yet. "Will you be seeing anyone?" he asked. "Would it bother you if I did?" "Hell yeah, but I'll get over it too." I smiled at that. "What if it's just Jamie ... or maybe Sarah?" I offered. "I can live with that." He seemed much happier. I wasn't sure why we were negotiating like that. We were acting just like we were a couple. "Peter?" "Yeah?" "My pussy is a little sore." "How'd that happen?" he said, feigning ignorance. "Someone fucked me half the night." "Was he good?" "He was great," I said. "I'm still horny though." "He didn't satisfy you?" "Yeah. He made me greedy for more though." "I could come over?" "We don't have time. Mrs. Thomas is picking me up soon." "Are you two going to play?" "Probably." "She's lucky." "Awww," I bit my bottom lip. I liked him being sweet to me even though I didn't deserve it. "Are you still naked?" "Not right now. Why?" "Strip for me, mister," I demanded, before we proceeded to have phone sex again. We pretended Mrs. Thomas was with us. He really got off on that. So did I. After I got off the phone with him, I lay on the bed thinking about things with Peter. I didn't want to lead him on, but he was really growing on me. I was maybe even falling in love with him. I don't know if it was because he was showing me a lot of attention or what, but I liked the feeling. While stretching out on the bed, I wondered if Mom had as much fun doing phone sex as I was. Thinking about Mom and Daddy having phone sex together made me smile. Then I thought, what if she did it with other people and not Daddy? What if Daddy was doing it with others too? I grinned as I thought about coming up with a way to trick him into having phone sex with me. It wasn't likely to happen at all, but it was still a wild thought. ------- A little later, Pam called me to talk about Peter. "What did you do to my brother?" She'd already put me on notice before about hurting her brother. She didn't sound like she was pissed off though. "Nothing," I said. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, girl. Whatever you did to him has him absolutely glowing." "Glowing?" "Glowing. On cloud nine. Whatever you want to call it. You've kidnapped my brother and left me with this shiny happy thingy." "We had a good time," I told her, smiling to myself. "Are you going to see him more?" "Yeah." "On more dates?" "Sure." "Mel, are you a couple now?" she asked. The way she asked seemed almost ominous. "We've talked a little about it," I said, continuing to submit to her interrogation. If she wasn't his big sister, I would've told her to fuck off. "We're just friends for now though." "Just friends, my ass." "That's all we officially are for now," I said, defensively. "Mel, there's something you should know." I hate when there is something I should know. It probably means I should've known it a long time ago. Pam continued, "You know we're going camping this weekend." "Peter told me about it. So?" "Jennifer Preston will be there." What the hell? "Jennifer is a nudist?" I incredulously asked. "Her whole family is." "Really," I plainly stated, a little pissed off that I was just learning this. I'd been pretty good friends with Jennifer since she'd moved to our city and school. I'd befriended her during cheerleading tryouts two springs ago. She'd never quite fit in completely with the rest of my friends, but we'd clicked pretty well. My friends accepted her because of that too. "Mel," she paused, her voice taking that ominous tone again. "She likes Peter." "What do you mean 'likes'?" I asked, my voice dripping with concern. "I mean, I think she has a crush on Peter. She hangs around him when we're camping." "The Prestons go camping with you guys a lot?" "Her parents are friends with mine and the Walcotts. They've known each other for years, even before they moved here. I think they all originally met while camping at the same places years ago." "Are Jennifer and Peter ... doing things together?" I asked. "Not that I've seen, but I'm not always around them." "Do you hang out with her much?" "Not much. We're just friends," she said. "We're not 'friends with benefits' like the two of us, if you're asking. I wouldn't even call us close friends." "So, you don't know if she's ever had a boyfriend?" "I don't think she has, but then who really knows?" "Ain't that the truth," I grumbled. "Why do you think she has a crush on Peter?" "You can see it, Mel. She looks at him like Peter looks at you." "You think Peter might fall for Jennifer?" "I don't know. But Mel, she called him today. I think she called him Saturday too before we left to go to our grandparents ... after your date on Friday." That bitch! "Jennifer and her family spend a lot of time during the summer at the campground we go to usually. They go almost every weekend." I quickly realized that was probably why I hadn't heard from Jennifer during the summer too. "Mel, if Peter doesn't think you're a couple, he might decide to start seeing her." I sighed deeply. Pam could hear it too. "Girl, I think you like my brother more than you want to admit. You better decide what you want before it's too late." "Pam, thanks for being my friend." "I got your back," she sincerely said. "Jennifer's cool, but I'd rather see you with Peter." Pam then asked, "Why don't you come with us this weekend?" "I can't do that now, not after what I told Peter earlier. I'd look desperate." "Whatever, chica. I know you don't want to look like you're throwing yourself at him, but Jennifer probably will, especially with you not there." This was going to be one long freakin' weekend. I could already tell I was going to be thinking about Peter and Jennifer the whole time. I just knew she'd go after him too. Pam was spot on about that. She'd try to steal him away from me before we got too serious. I couldn't let that happen! I'd made my bed though. I couldn't very well call Peter back and say I now wanted to be exclusive with him. Argh! ------- Mrs. Thomas called shortly after I got off the phone with Pam, letting me know she was on her way to pick me up. I already had my stuff together to stay the night. She'd offered to let me come over to spend some time with her before we went to the Wednesday night church activities. I had a lot of questions for her. I was waiting at the front door for her to arrive when Mom joined me. She'd been surprised at my recent desire to go to church. She knew Mrs. Thomas and I were getting along great, but I didn't need to go to church to be friends with her. "Is there a boy at church you're interested in?" "Mom!" "It was about the only reason I wanted to go when I was your age," she reminisced. I was a little surprised she admitted that to me. "Did you go to church a lot?" I questioned. "Your grandparents made us go to church almost every Sunday morning and Wednesday night until we were in high school," she said. I could tell from the way she said it that it wasn't the highlight of her childhood. "You hated it?" "I didn't really hate it. There were just other things I'd rather do," she said. "I did go out on some dates with a few of the boys I met at church though." "You and Daddy have never forced us. Is it because your parents made you go?" "We wanted you to have the choice." I smiled at her, "You're pretty cool, Mom." She put her arm around me, and said, "You're pretty cool too. I like that you're spending time with Doris." "Have you two always been good friends?" "We met our first day as freshmen. We were in the same dorm. We hit it off right away." "You've never been on the outs with her though?" "Not really," Mom said. "I think all friends have their moments. But we've never gotten to the point where we were angry at each other." "You trust her with your secrets?" I stated more than asked, while staring out the door. "I do," she said. "She's one of the few people I do trust." "Daddy?" "Of course." "Me?" She was quiet for a long moment, "You're my daughter." "Do you trust me like Doris?" I asked, using Mrs. Thomas' first name for the first time around her. Mom normally wouldn't like that. In the past, she'd likely scold me for being disrespectful. She didn't this time though. "Doris and I have a much longer history," she said. Mom then put her hands on my shoulders. "You and I will eventually." "I want you to trust me," I said, wistfully. She didn't reply other than kissing the back of my head. I turned around to look at her, "You can tell me anything. Nothing you could tell me will make me not love you." She pulled me into her arms and held me tight. "I mean it, Mom." We both heard Mrs. Thomas' car pulled up. I turned to watch as her car stopped in front of the house. I then turned back to my mother. "I love you, Mom." "I know. I love you too." Mom hugged me again before I left. I darted outside to join Mrs. Thomas. She and Mom waved at each other before we left. ------- As soon as we left my house, Mrs. Thomas asked, "How are things going?" "I've got too much going on," I groaned. "Busy girl, huh?" "You don't know the half of it. If it isn't Mom I'm trying to figure out, it's me." "You?" "Yeah. Me and Peter." "Figures. Boys have a habit of making things hard to figure out. So, what's going on, if you don't mind telling me?" "Mind? You're one of the few people I don't mind telling anything to." She reached over and took my hand in hers, squeezing it. I brought her up to date first on the situation with Peter. I asked her if she knew Jennifer. "Bradley and I know her family pretty well. We met at a campground not too far from here. I've never had much of a chance to get to know Jennifer though. The kids usually did their thing together while the adults stuck around the clubhouse where the pool and hot tubs are located." "I don't even know what her parents look like." "They're attractive," she stated. "Jennifer favors her mother quite a bit." Jennifer is very pretty. She's about my height with pretty much the same type of body. It was a shame that she hadn't made the cheerleading squad the previous year. What hurt her was her lack of experience. She'd never cheered, preferring to play soccer. I played for a few years, but lost interest when I decided I wanted to be on the school's cheer squad. I'd cheered for Jamie's pee wee football teams. You didn't even have to try out for those squads. You weren't required to have any special skills either, but the experience I got from it certainly gave me an edge when I had to compete for a spot on my school's team. "Jennifer never told me that she's a nudist," I said. "I guess I can understand why." "She had no way of knowing if you would try to embarrass her if you ever got mad at her," Mrs. Thomas said. "Teenagers can be ruthless." I nodded in agreement. "Does she know my parents and Jamie go nude camping?" "I'm sure she does. I've seen her and your parents with Jamie in the same places a few times." "I guess she was told to keep quiet around me about it," I moaned. "I don't know if she was or not. I never saw her talking with your parents. Jamie might have told her to keep it a secret though." I felt rather pissed off at that idea. Someone I'd thought was a friend had kept it from me just like my family. And I'd gone out of my way to be friends with her too. Now, she was after Peter when she knew very well that I was dating him. ------- We arrived at her house and went inside. Pastor Thomas was out visiting some church members who were in the hospital and nursing homes. He wouldn't be home for another hour to get ready for the evening church activities. We plopped on the couch in the family room and started talking some more. "Are her parents ... you know?" I asked. "Are they swingers? Yes, they are. Bradley and I have enjoyed being with them a number of times. Why do you ask?" "Have they been with my parents?" "This stays between us?" I nodded. "Yes, at least one time I'm personally aware of." "But not Jennifer?" "I'm certain she hasn't been with your parents ... or anyone else her parents have had sex with." "Does she know my brother and friends are having sex with the adults?" "I seriously doubt it. From what I've seen, she's never been around Jamie that much. She seemed to mostly stay close to a few other girls her age from where they used to live," Mrs. Thomas said. I was glad of that. It meant I probably knew something Jennifer didn't. It didn't give me any real advantage over her, but it was something she couldn't use against me later if she got pissed off at me. "Also, everyone is much more cautious about doing things like that at the campgrounds. They advertise as being family oriented." "There are no campgrounds for swingers? I would think those would be very popular." "There are a few places that turn a blind eye to things, but most of those still have to be careful so that they don't get shutdown by their local government. You don't typically see families at those campgrounds either." Mrs. Thomas then asked, "You really think Jennifer is interested in Peter?" "Pam says she likes him. She's seen them together way more than I have. She told me that they're together a lot when they go camping." I paused before adding, "Jennifer called him after she saw us on our date last Friday ... and again today." Mrs. Thomas looked puzzled, and said, "That's what seems odd. They've probably had some weekends to be alone together over this summer, if not over the past few years. And they aren't a couple yet? She doesn't seem to be shy around people. Either she isn't as interested in him as Pam thinks, or Peter is more interested in you than her." "She's gonna go all out for him this weekend. I just know it," I said. Mrs. Thomas looked at me sympathetically. I'm certain she could see how frustrated I was. I looked down and said, "She probably knows we've only been on one date, and that we've really only been close for a week or so." "I feel for you, kiddo," she said, putting her hand under my chin to encourage me to look at her. "If it's meant to be, it won't matter what she does." "Yeah, I guess. I thought she was a better friend than that. I was probably her first real friend after she moved here. Some friend she's turned out to be," I grumbled. "You're really worried about this." Tilting her head, looking at me curiously, she said, "I think you have deeper feelings for Peter than you realize." "Do I?" I intently asked her. "Or is it just the thought of losing him to Jennifer?" She thought for a few moments before replying, "After everything you've told me about how the two of you are when you're together or talking on the phone, I'm betting you're crushing on Peter now as much as he's been on you." I sighed deeply. She was right. I didn't know if I'd call it love, but there were definitely strong feelings. But then what did I know about love? "You really are head over heels, aren't you?" I nodded slightly. "So let's do something about it." "Like what?" I threw my hands out in frustration. "They'll be together all weekend!" She put on this whole exaggerated puzzled look, and asked, "Who are you? And what have you done with my friend Melissa?" "What?" I asked, confused. She smiled at me amusingly, and asked, "Are you the same girl who snuck out of the Rayner's house early on a Sunday morning recently and was going to climb onto the roof of your house, break in, and confront your parents until a certain friend stopped you?" I continued looking at her confused. "Well, are you?" "Yeah, but..." "But nothing," she interrupted. "What would 'that' Melissa do? You know, the one that doesn't just sit around feeling sorry for herself?" It then dawned on me what she was doing. It was time to stop feeling sorry for myself. I knew what needed to be done. She knew I knew too. "Find a way to go camping this weekend?" I asked with a growing smile. "Welcome back, sweetie!" she stated excitedly, making a big show of throwing her arms around me. I laughed at her, before contemplating what to do. "But how..." I pondered for a second. I looked at Mrs. Thomas as she knowingly smiled at me. She had a plan, but she wanted me to figure it out for myself. "I can't just invite myself to go with the Rayners," I said. "I don't want to look desperate..." "Keep thinking," she urged me. She kept smiling at me. She had it all figured out. She had faith in me to do the same. It finally dawned on me just what I had to do. I looked at her knowingly now, but quickly realized I had a big problem to overcome. "I'm not sure I can talk my parents into it this weekend." "It would be a great time to get to know your mom better," she mused. I looked at her carefully. She then hinted further at a possible strategy, "There aren't too many weekends left in the summer either." "It's such short notice ... Daddy has been so busy at work..." "You and your mom could go together," she then offered as the solution. "Jamie would probably go, too." "I don't think she'd go without Daddy. Maybe with Jamie though..." I said more to myself than her. She didn't reply, but instead waited for me to figure it out on my own. I seriously doubted Mom would go alone with me. I was certain Daddy wouldn't like it too much either, his two girls alone at a nudist campground. But if Jamie went too, that might work for him. I then thought about Sarah and her parents. "It would be great if Sarah and her parents could go, but I can't convince both her parents AND mine with only tonight and tomorrow left before we'd be going. She's my best friend too." I corrected myself, "I mean, one of my best friends." She chuckled and touched my cheek softly. "Don't worry about Sarah this time," she advised. "Just get yourself there. Sarah will understand." "Could you go?" I asked her, almost begging. "I can't, sweetie. I've got too many church commitments for this weekend. It's rare that Bradley and I get to go on a weekend." I frowned, but understood. I knew she'd go if she could. "I could talk to my parents about it tonight after church. You could take me back by my house so I can talk to them," I said. Smiling deviously, I added, "I bet I could guilt them into taking me." "That's playing dirty," she feigned scolding me. "All's fair in love and war!" I declared. "I knew I liked you for a good reason," she grinned. "I'll help you convince them." "You will?" "Sure! We'll stop by your house on the way home after church, and talk to both your parents. I'm certain the two of us can convince them, even if your father can't go. Kent and Maggie will be happy to look after the three of you while you're camping. I bet Brent and Terri will also be going with their kids." "Pam said they are," I grinned excitedly. "Then, there you go!" she exclaimed. I had some time to get my thoughts together on how to convince my parents. With the improving relationship I had with Mom, I felt sure I could win her over. Daddy might be more of a challenge though, especially given so little notice. "So, Melissa. Anything else interesting happen with Peter since Friday night?" she asked, grinning again. I looked at her closely. She fucking knew what had happened the night before! Was she psychic? "You know what happened yesterday, don't you?" I asked, flabbergasted. "I know little bits of it," she said, feigning ignorance. "Did Mrs. Rayner tell you?" "Mmm hmm. Well, she didn't give me all the details. But she did tell me you now know their big family secret." "You knew about that?!" "I've known for a while. I told you before that they're a kinky bunch." "I almost died when Penny fucked her dad. And Mrs. Rayner fucked Peter right in front of me!" "And you're crushing over a boy that fucks his mother," she shook her head, teasingly taunting me. "Doris!" I protested. "Well, you are!" "It was her fucking him though. He was blindfolded too. He didn't know..." "Uh huh," she said, mocking my inexperience. "He didn't know, huh?" "Okay! So he probably knew," I said, giving up trying to portray my love interest as having some innocence in all of this. "I don't know if Pam is doing anything with her parents," I said. "Kent adores Pam. You didn't really believe that Jamie took her virginity, did you? Kent and Pam have been ... well, inseparable for some time. That is when she hasn't been with Mike," she stated. She saw my eyes go wide, and almost laughed. "They're definitely a close family," she said, still grinning. I kept looking at her like she was crazy. She just shrugged and said, "The family that plays together..." I shook my head in amazement, before asking, "You don't think what they do is wrong?" "You have this weird habit of thinking I'm supposed to judge people. And after everything I've done that you know about too," she said, shaking her head back at me. "Doris! They're having sex together! It's not just brother-sister stuff!" "And you and Sarah didn't play a blindfold game with your father?" she asked in rebuttal. I sat there stunned for a few moments. How does she know about that?! Who told her? "So it did happen!" she exclaimed triumphantly. I quickly realized she'd gotten me to inadvertently admit to it by not immediately denying it. I couldn't have lied to her if I'd wanted to anyway. I sat there silently while gazing down at the floor, feeling very embarrassed. "Mel, look at me." I didn't. I was totally mortified. She moved off the couch and kneeled down on the floor in front of me. "Melissa, what you and Sarah did to your father was daring. Watching Sarah with your father while she pretended to be you ... that's pretty wild." "Does my mom know I was in the room?" "She strongly suspects. She only knows Sarah was involved. I was certain you were though. It was more than obvious. There was no way Sarah would try to do that with you in the house, unless you were in on it. Your mom likely thinks the same too." "She hasn't acted mad at me," I anxiously asked. "Why would she? She also played a game with you. Remember when you two set it up for her to spy on you and Peter?" "She told you?" "Sure. She talks to me about you all the time now." "I did more than just watch while we played the game with my father," I blushed. I wasn't certain why I'd admitted that to her. It was probably because I didn't like keeping secrets from her though. "What did you do?!" she impatiently asked. "I ... I sucked him," I bashfully said. Her eyes went wide at my revelation. "He thought it was Sarah pretending to be me." Her reaction was about what I expected. She didn't condemn me. It seemed to endear me more to her. She seemed to relish in how wildly spontaneous I could be. She again said it reminded her of my mom. I then told her about going over to the Clarks, and the blindfold game they played with me. "They tried to make me think it was Daddy rubbing his cock on me. I'm sure it was too," I said, going on to explain why I was sure of it. I also told her I suspected Mom had been the woman with him too. "Tit for tat, I guess." "Huh? Is that like the bees knees thingy?" She chuckled, "No, it's something else." I rolled my eyes at her and her old timey sayings. "So, how do you feel about the idea of your parents doing that to you?" "I didn't know what to feel when it was happening. It freaked me out at first, thinking they'd do something like that with me. But then it really turned me on. I actually wanted it to be my father's cock rubbing against me." "And if it really was him? How would you feel?" "I'm not sure," I contemplated. "I'd like to think I wouldn't condemn him. I'm no better than he is. I rubbed myself against his cock on the couch that night. If Mom hadn't interrupted us, I wouldn't have stopped when I did." "He would've shot his load on you too." "That would've been ... awkward," I shyly grinned. "It would've been a real bonding moment," she laughed. It was totally wild that we could joke about something like that. "I've got to find a way to see the video of it," I stated. "Do you think you could get a copy?" "I could more easily ask your mom if it really happened," she offered. "You'd ask her for me?!" She nodded. I hugged her tightly. I then told her, "I'd like to see the video too though. I know Mrs. Clark won't show it to me." "Melissa, all joking aside, what if your parents really did that with you at the Clarks? How would you feel?" "It probably would bother me ... at first anyways. I mean, I'm their daughter..." "You just admitted doing basically the same thing to your father." "I know, but they're my parents. They're not suppose..." "When are you going to stop holding people to a different standard than your own for how people are 'supposed' to act? By what seems to be your standard, you're not supposed to fuck your brother. You're not supposed to suck your father's cock. Should I be condemning you for those things?" "No, but..." I muttered, lost for words. "Argh!" I replied in frustration. "Now can you understand why things have been kept a secret from you?" I sighed. "Because I'm not old enough to understand," I admitted. "It's not that you're not old enough. You just haven't been ready." "I guess I'm still not ready," I moaned. "I think you are. I think your mom thinks you are too. Everyone has their own kinks though. You've got to get used to that." Mrs. Thomas then talked with me about the conversation she had with Mom on that infamous Sunday I'd tried to break into my house. Mom told her she wanted to tell me everything, but was afraid to. Mom just couldn't figure out how to go about doing it. "I think the best way of handling this is to make things less of a surprise for you. The less you are shocked when you two do eventually talk about things, the less confrontational it's likely to be. I know that's risky. I think you're ready to know more though. I think you're mature enough to deal with what's been going on." She paused and then added, "You've embraced everything else so far without going bonkers." I almost laughed at that. "Well, not completely bonkers anyway," she clarified. We chuckled at what we both knew was true. I thought more about what she was saying too. It made sense. I hadn't freaked out for long about anything. I didn't feel abused or mistreated either. I'd enjoyed everything that had happened to me. I guessed I was just as big a pervert at heart as everyone else. I then asked, "Is that what 'tit for tat' means? Daddy rubbing himself against me like I did him?" "Well, yes. But to really be tit for tat, your father would've needed to lick your pussy while you were blindfolded." "That would've totally blown my mind," I said, looking at her with a sour face. "You're funny sometimes." "'Ha ha' funny or 'queer' funny?" She laughed a little before asking, "Has anything really truly blown your mind yet? Seriously?" I shyly shook my head. She had a point. "Doris, you know what is blowing my mind?" "What, dear?" "That we still have our clothes on," I playfully said. I was horny as fuck from all we'd talked about. "Did you get horny when I said something about your dad eating your pussy?" she teased as she started stripping. "I can't remember the last time I wasn't horny!" She chuckled as she watched me stand up to take my own clothes off. "We don't have too long before we'll need to get ready to leave," she reminded me. "If we're late, you can just tell everyone you were helping a fallen girl find her way back on the right path." "You're so bad," she scolded, as she pulled me to her and started sucking on one of my nipples. Her fingers found their way inside my pussy as well. "I'm sorry there isn't more to suck on," I said. Her boobs easily put mine to shame. She pulled away from my nipple long enough to say, "I love your tits, Melissa. They really are perfect on you." I wished I could feel that way about them. I forgot about that though when the hand that wasn't finger fucking my pussy began pushing between my butt cheeks to play with my asshole. I moaned as she worked a finger inside. I wondered what it would be like to be butt fucked. "Mmmm. Fuck my ass," I said in a low voice. Mrs. Thomas looked up at me. With my nipple still touching her bottom lip, she asked, "I'd love to see you getting fucked in the ass. Would you want to do that sometime?" "With your husband?" "He's very good at it," she replied before swiping the tip of my nipple with her tongue. "He's pretty big though," I sorta grimaced. "We'd take our time, baby. I promise you it will feel great." "Do you want to do that with me tonight?" "It doesn't have to be tonight. It doesn't have to be ever. It's completely up to you," she reassured me, before gently biting my nipple. The idea of being ass fucked had always intimidated me. Now it was making me even hornier. Mrs. Thomas could tell too. She stood up and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom. As we walked through the door, I saw that she'd already laid out a number of sex toys on the bed. I glanced at her smiling. She just smiled back as she led me over to the bed. Some of the toys baffled me. I picked up one that looked like a butterfly and just stared at it. Mrs. Thomas chucked softly and said, "I'll show you." And show me she did. The next few hours were amazing. Even though we didn't have as much time as either of us wanted, she took her time with me. I knew just how to use every one of those toys by the time we had to stop so we could get ready to leave for the church activities. She promised to teach me more things later that night ... with her husband. ------- As we left to go over to the church, I told her about the webcam incident from Sunday afternoon. She filled in some of the blanks for me. "We all bought webcams about a month ago. It's something new the Rayners wanted to try out. It can be tricky meeting other couples that are interested in swinging. Most times, couples just arrange to meet at a restaurant or bar to get to know each other better. They'll then decide whether they want to get back together some other time. With the internet and webcams, some couples get to know each other even more intimately before they ever meet in person." "Isn't that kinda dangerous though? Exposing yourself to people you know little about?" "For Bradley and me, it is. Brent and Terri have to be very careful too since they're teachers. The Rayners just have to be careful that others don't learn about the other things they do." "What do you do with the webcam? Just watch each other having sex?" "Bradley and I have only had sex while webcamming a few times. We probably spend more time just talking. Of course, we're usually naked while talking. It's just an easy way to get to know people better before you decide to even try to meet in person. You already know whether they're attractive or not without clothes." "How do you find people though?" "The people we've webcammed with are people we know through our friends. They're people our friends tell us are safe." "So, you know they aren't one of your church members who would blow the whistle on you." "Bradley and I definitely have to be very careful. The webcams are also a bit risky for us since people can get screen captures and record the video sessions. That would be incredibly dangerous for us if they were posted on the internet." "That would suck, especially for you guys and the Walcotts." "You got that right," she fervently agreed. "The Walcotts would likely lose their jobs, just as the church would likely replace Bradley." "My daddy could get fired too." "That's true, but it's not as likely as a teacher and a pastor. It would be incredibly difficult for us to get a job without moving far away. Bob, Kent and your father would be very embarrassed, but they probably wouldn't lose their jobs over it." "I guess with the internet, getting exposed is a lot easier now." "And getting blackmailed too. There are too many people that like to just hurt others. I'm sure some would have a blast publicly exposing Bradley." "Sounds like it's not worth taking the chance." "In spite of the dangers, we all like doing it. Not all the time though. The webcam is just something new for us. It's fun to do sometimes with people you know that you can trust. You just have to be very careful." "And smart, as Mom would say." "Your Mom's pretty smart, kiddo." "I'm not so sure. Look at all she's done that could really be bad if the wrong people found out." "She's had a pretty wild life, but she's done her best to keep it private. Your parents don't do the webcam except with people they are certain they can trust." "Would you have watched us this past Sunday if you could've?" "Definitely," she smiled. "I wish you had. I'd have put on a show just for you," I smiled naughtily. "You can put on a show for me and Bradley tonight," she winked in return. "As long as it involves audience participation, I'll show off all you want." "I may just take you up on that idea," she beamed. The look on her face told me she might be planning for me to put on a show. The thought of that unnerved me at first, but I'd been putting on shows for quite some time already. ------- After we arrived at church, Mrs. Thomas led me to the fellowship hall. The church always had a supper on Wednesday nights before everyone broke up into study groups. The food was pretty good. The people were really nice to me too. Not everyone who attended on Wednesday nights came for the supper though. It was mostly for families whose parents worked and wouldn't have time to prepare a meal beforehand. Mrs. Thomas introduced me to the youth minister and his wife, James and Beth Davidson. She then told me to meet her at her husband's office after the youth group broke up for the night. I followed James and Beth to the gymnasium where the youth group always met. They insisted I call them by their first names, which felt odd given that I barely knew them. They were in their late-twenties. James was hot too. I was immediately in lust with his body. Beth was pretty hot herself, but James was something else. Beth told me they had a four year old son. I immediately offered to babysit whenever they needed one. I was very much the entrepreneur like that. James said they could never have enough babysitters on call. I figured that I wouldn't charge them much, but I'd make James take me home afterward. The long way home. When we got to the gymnasium, there were a lot of teens there already. Most of the guys were playing basketball at one end, while the girls and the rest of the guys were playing volleyball at the other end. I was surprised to see Tammy. At least there was someone my age that I knew well enough to hang out with. She ran over to me. "Hi, Mel," she greeted. "I'm glad you came." Tammy and I had a bit of an interesting friendship. She was very popular at school. Being very pretty and from a somewhat wealthy family had a lot to do with it. She was definitely a queen bee at school. She had a natural disdain for cheerleaders though. She thought they were just attention whores and drama queens. I'd been a cheerleader through the past year. She loved to rag me about it too. She said cheerleading was beneath me, that I didn't need it to be popular. I told her I did it just because she hated it. She couldn't wait to tell me her latest dumb cheerleader jokes, which mostly were just rehashed dumb blond jokes. Some people thought we really didn't like each other. We were pretty tight though, although Sarah and I were always much closer. Tammy liked Sarah too, even though they didn't hang out much at all. Tammy was more comfortable telling me her private thoughts than most people. She trusted me to keep a secret, although most of her secrets were nothing that would really embarrass her. I'd always felt the same trust with her. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell her most of my private thoughts anymore. The most embarrassing thing she'd ever confided in me about involved something that happened to her one morning just after she'd arrived at school. I was standing outside talking when she came up and pulled me aside. "Hi, Mel," she said with an awkward look about her. "Hi, Tam," I replied. It was my reply sometimes when she'd just called me Mel. She hated being called Tam. It was part of the friendly jousting that we liked to do to each other. I think it's why some people thought we really didn't like one another. She started talking to me about a test we had later, but she was acting really strange. I finally questioned her about it. I leaned closer to her and asked, "Are you okay?" She pulled me further away from our friends. I thought she was about to start crying as she told me her problem. "After Mom dropped me off, I..." she paused as she leaned in closer to me. "I sharted," she softly said. Oh God, I thought. I already knew she was wearing a miniskirt that only reached down as far as the fingertips of her outstretched arms, which wasn't very far. Those were school rules. I immediately felt bad for her. Sometimes a fart isn't just a fart. Shit happens. I was immediately embarrassed for her. "Oh shit," I quietly blurted out. "Exactly, Mel!" she quietly, but anxiously exclaimed. "Mom left to go out of town after she dropped me off. Dad is on an airplane. There's no one I can call to bring me something else to wear!" I knew she couldn't go to the office and tell them what happened to avoid going to class. Word would get out all over school before she'd even finished telling them. If she cut class, she'd get suspended. And she'd never been in trouble at school before. In other words, yikes. She began to really freak out after she told me her predicament too. I told her to be cool and to follow me. We went inside to one of the girl's restroom together. Fortunately, we were alone. She really started to lose it then though. There wasn't a way to clean her panties and still wear them without looking like she'd pissed herself. She was practically in tears while she babbled about how people would be making fun of her and stuff. I'd never seen her look so vulnerable. "Shut up and come here," I said, grabbing her and pulling her into one of the stalls. I started taking off my jeans. She looked puzzled for a few moments as she watched me. Then it dawned on her what I was doing. As I slid my pants and panties off, I told her, "Take your panties off and get cleaned up. If you mess these up, you're on your own. I don't carry spares either." She immediately began thanking me over and over as she pulled off her panties, and started wiping herself as she squatted over the toilet. "You're a life saver," she proclaimed. "Just be glad I don't like to go commando, or you'd be flashing your cooch all day." She looked like she wanted to laugh, but she was still freaked out about the whole thing. Then some girls came into the restroom. I was the one that panicked now. We were both in shit if we were found like this. Quickly grabbing my jeans and shoes, I climbed up on the toilet with Tammy still squatting over it. It was the only way to keep those girls from seeing two pairs of legs in the stall. It put my pussy right up at her face. Awkward doesn't even begin to describe how we both felt. She had to grab my legs to keep her balance. No one wants to sit on these toilets under any circumstances. Everyone knows that school toilet cooties are deadly and will eat your flesh away. I started laughing like crazy at our new predicament. I was doing my best to keep it quiet though. She couldn't help but laugh with me. Thank God there were no cameras. When the girls left, I jumped back down and quickly put my jeans and shoes back on. Tammy slid my panties on. They fit her nicely. The color even worked with her skirt if she decided to flash anyone, which sometimes happens inadvertently with a miniskirt ... which was part of the original panic. After we were dressed again, we trashed her panties. Well, I made her trash them. Before we left the restroom, she hugged me tightly. We then left and rejoined our friends. She knew she was at my mercy with what I knew, but I never told anyone about it. Not even Sarah. Tammy knew I wouldn't. I never held it over her either. That probably solidified our friendship forever. I knew she had my back if I ever needed her. The next weekend while we were at the mall together, she bought me some really nice panties. She joked that mine had a skid mark in them. I asked her if she'd been having fun sniffing them. She said she wanted to keep them as a souvenir of our bathroom rendezvous. We laughed about it together before she hugged me really tight again, and kissed my cheek. We didn't start hanging out together any more than before. We didn't suddenly become inseparable 'bosom buddies', but we were more than just friends ... and she always tried to include me in things she did if she thought I'd be interested. Like the party she was planning. Seeing her at church didn't really surprise me. She was probably surprised to see me though. "I forgot you came to church a lot," I told her. "I come mostly because my parents want me to," she said, sort of shrugging. "Did your parents make you?" "Mrs. Thomas invited me," I answered, knowing that would sound a little strange. "She's good friends with my mom." "That's gotta be awkward," she said, a little squeamishly. "I'd be afraid I'd say something wrong and she'd go tell my parents." God if she only knew what the pastor and his wife were really like. "She's actually really cool," I said, defending my friend. "She's not stuck-up or 'holier than thou' like you might think." We were with the youth group the whole evening. I stuck mostly with Tammy, playing volleyball with her as well. She's very athletic even though she doesn't go out for any of the school's teams. Once we got through playing for about an hour, we sat in the stands together while James talked with us about some bible scripture and how to be good examples when school started back. It was boring for the most part, but James was a cutie. That's all that really mattered. His wife, Beth, seemed to take a very active role in helping her husband. She was very pretty with a nice willowy body. I noticed that most of the guys couldn't keep their eyes off of her. I figured she might be a big reason why they were here too. James' body sure was motivating me to come back. Other than Tammy, no one else really interacted with me. Most everyone knew Tammy pretty well since she was at church a lot. I was familiar with many of them from school, but I ran with a different crowd. I'd been in classes with a few of the girls, but they had their own clique going on. I knew some of them were teased as being Jesus freaks or 'the church kids'. I'd been in the cheerleader clique the past year. That would change though since I decided I didn't want to do competition cheer this year. I was expecting that I'd have to find some new friends to hang out with at school. Throughout the evening, I felt like many of them resented me being there, like I was intruding on their turf. I didn't have anything against them. I'd never made fun of them. But I was probably guilty by association. Oh well. After the group broke up for the night, I told Tammy I would call her and let her know about whether Peter and I would be going to her pool party. Not only had I not mentioned it to Peter yet, I wasn't even sure we would be together at all if Jennifer stole him from me. I then went looking for Mrs. Thomas. I was waiting inside Pastor Thomas' office when he stopped by and mentioned that the staff were doing a little cleaning, and making sure the church was locked up. He told me he and his wife would be ready to leave shortly. After about five minutes of waiting, I got impatient and walked out into the hallway. The sanctuary wasn't far away at one end of the hall. Pastor Thomas had gone the other direction leading to where the Sunday school classrooms were located. It was a pretty good size building with three floors, so I knew it could take a while before we'd be leaving. Another wing of the church led to the music room and a small library, along with a business office for the church's administrative staff. There was even a nursery and child day care section as well. I decided to do some exploring in there just to kill some time. From the hallway, I'd still be able to see Pastor Thomas or his wife when either got back to his office. Most of the lights were off in the rooms. I did notice that the lights were still on in the music room though. I opened the door carefully and listened for a moment. It was quiet, so I walked in to check the place out. It was pretty large. Along one long wall were a number of different kinds of instruments used during the services. I envied people that could play. I had no musical talents. I was destined to just be a groupie. I was a pretty good dancer though. I was about to leave when I heard a man talking from an adjacent room that was used to store the robes for the choir members. I figured I better leave before he came out and caught me. Then I heard a woman's voice. She was almost giggling. That certainly piqued my interest. I quietly walked closer to the door, being careful so that they wouldn't see me. The sounds coming from the room were not the sounds I expected to hear in a church. "You look terrific in just a robe," the man said. "I can't believe you like me wearing one like this." "You look great in it." "But I'm naked underneath, Tom. I don't see the point in wearing the robe." "It is a music room, and we're about to make some music." "You want to play my piano while I play your flute again?" "I can't help that I like the joyful noises you make." My mouth hung open at what I was listening to. It was obviously Mr. Thornton, the church's music minister. I wasn't certain who the woman was, but I assumed it was his wife he was with. So kinky, I thought. I listened for a few moments. Based on the sounds, she was giving him a blowjob. He was quite happy with her musical talents too. I listened in amazement at what they were doing ... in a church, for God's sake. I knew I needed to ease my way out of the music room before someone caught me though. "Put it inside me, Tom, and fuck me quick. It's getting late." "James can wait," he replied to her. No fucking way! It was Beth, the youth minister's wife! I was going to have to ask Mrs. Thomas about this! Was the whole church this freaking wild? I knew then that I'd better leave before I got caught. I quickly made my way back out of the music room and was closing the door quietly when a hand touched my shoulder from behind. "Jesus!" I softly exclaimed in surprise, turning around quickly to see Pastor Thomas. "No one has ever confused me with him," he quietly said. "Doing some exploring?" "Yeah. Umm ... don't go in there." "Ah, Tom and Beth?" "You know?!" I looked at him dumbfounded. "Not much gets by me in my church," he said with a smile. "Did he get her to wear a robe again?" "Uh huh," I muttered, glancing momentarily back at the door. "I guess this is a regular thing then?" "It's becoming that way. Let's pretend this never happened though. No one else is here at this time of night except the church staff. If they'd known you might be waiting around on us, they wouldn't be 'making music' together." "I didn't think anyone was down here," I said while grinning sheepishly. "I got bored." "It's fine, Melissa. Don't worry about it," he said, smiling reassuringly. "Anyway, you now have a new secret to keep." "I think I need to setup a filing system." He laughed softly as we started heading back to his office. Mrs. Thomas walked up moments after we got there. Pastor Thomas quickly explained to her what I'd discovered. She shook her head in amazement. I just shrugged. "We need to go now, sweetie," she told me. We walked toward a door close to the pastor's office that led outside. Before we opened it, Pastor Thomas stopped us. "Doris, I forgot to tell James that I had to cancel our meeting in the morning. He still should be in the gym. Would you mind stopping by there?" Wanting to be Miss Helper, and to talk to the sexy youth minister again, I said, "I can go real quick and tell him." I turned and practically ran toward the gym. The idea of talking to James alone had my motor running, especially while his wife was fucking someone else. The overhead lights were already off in the gymnasium. Light was shining through the open doorway of the youth minister's office though. I figured James would be in there still. I wondered if I could get away with flirting with him some. What could his wife say? I surprised myself at how shameless I was being. When I walked up to the door, I froze. I was completely stunned by what I saw. The youth minister's wife wasn't the only one having some after church fun. James had a girl leaning over his desk. She was naked from the waist down, and her top and bra were pulled up enough so that her tits were exposed. That isn't what stunned me though. It was who he was fucking. Leaning over the desk was Tammy! I guessed that she had some demons that needed exorcising. He was sure pounding her pussy hard enough to force out anything that didn't belong in her. She was really into it too. I knew I wouldn't ever have to wonder again about whether she was a virgin still. Fuck! I was jealous! He had only pulled his pants down, but he still looked incredible. I'd be happy to just rub his naked ass for hours! They must've thought that no one would catch them. They probably did this quite a bit while his wife was busy with Mr. Thornton in the choir room. Even though I had a bad angle, I could tell James had a nice cock. Tammy was sure enjoying it. I wondered when she had started fooling around with him. I must've been staring at them for a few minutes when I heard my name whispered. I turned to see Mrs. Thomas who had a finger up to her lips indicating I should keep quiet. She walked up behind me and joined me in watching for a very short time before taking my hand and pulling me away. We quietly left the gymnasium and headed outside through one of the exit doors. When we were near her car, I glanced back toward the church, and said, "I thought the Rayner's house was wild. God's house isn't far behind. Sheesh." Mrs. Thomas's responded, "You can't tell anyone what you just saw." "I won't. I promise." "You didn't know your church was this kinky, did you." "Nothing surprises me anymore," I replied, my resignation to everything clear in my voice. "Do they all know what is going on with their spouses?" "No cheating allowed," Mrs. Thomas firmly said. "When this all started, we all agreed to not do things behind each other's backs." "When this all started?" I repeated her words. "You say that like everyone talked about it beforehand." "Pretty much," she said. "Bradley is very careful about who gets on staff. Obviously, this isn't your average church." "Obviously," I sarcastically said. She just chuckled. "So, you and your husband have sex with the staff too?" "Why would you ever think we didn't?" she feigned shock. "I might have to go into the ministry now," I joked. I wickedly smiled as I added, "James is pretty hot. I bet Mr. Thornton is a kinky music minister with all those instruments. I bet his wife is too." "You'd make a great minister of something," she teased. "I'm not sure of what though." I feigned being insulted. "I'd settle for just being the church slut," I said like an airhead. "I think Tammy already has the job though." She laughed as we got in her car. As she started driving to us over to my house, I said, "Tammy is one of my best friends." "I can see why," she teased. "I'm not sure if that's an insult or compliment." "It's definitely a compliment. Tammy is a sweet girl. Her parents are good people. Tammy is pretty wild though." "She's really outgoing, but I've never thought of her as being wild." "I bet she would say the same about you," Mrs. Thomas said, " ... if she only knew." I grinned bashfully. "Do her parents have sex with others?" "Not that I'm aware of." "So how did my friend turn into being the youth minister's pin cushion?" She looked at me a little shocked at my characterization of a good friend. "Throwing stones, are we?" "I'm just being funny. I still think she's..." I paused before lightheartedly needling her by saying, "the bee's knees." Mrs. Thomas feigned being insulted, and then said, "Tammy has been close with his wife, Beth, for a while. Things happened between her and Beth one night at Beth's house. James ended up joining in not long after their first time, and it went on from there." "So she likes girls too?" I asked. "She's very good at going down on me." "I'd have never guessed," I said in feigned amazement. "What's funny is that she joked last Friday about trying out for the softball team after our friend, Becky, complained that they were all lesbians." "Are you getting hot for your friend now? Wanna try out for 'her' team?" she teased. "Actually, yeah," I blushed. "Go for it," she encouraged me. "I'm sure she would like someone her age to have sex with ... or just to talk to about it. I know she doesn't right now. She's just as afraid as you are about getting outed." I'd have to be very careful approaching her. She could really freak out if one of her friends tried seducing her. Being thought of as a lesbian at school would be really bad. Maybe I could offer to help her hone her softball skills. "You know you can't ever tell anyone about what you saw ... and just learned," she reminded me. "I wouldn't. Tammy is cool. I could never hurt her like that. She knows that too." I resisted the temptation to tell Mrs. Thomas about the sharting secret. It would've been shitty of me if had. ------- Mrs. Thomas drove me over to my house so we could talk to my parents about taking me camping that weekend. We were talking strategy along the way. She parked in front of the house and we walked slowly up to the door. Mrs. Thomas was certain she could convince Mom that it would be good for the two of us, but she wanted me to lead the way with my parents. I unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I could hear the TV in the family room and figured my parents were in there together. As we approached the entrance to the family room, Mrs. Thomas stopped me. I immediately recognized why she stopped me too. The sound from the TV wasn't your typical family drama. My parents were apparently watching a porno together. I smiled up at Mrs. Thomas. She held a finger to her lips, shushing me, as she nudged me to move cautiously to the entrance. We both peeked around the corner at the same time. Mrs. Thomas reacted quickly to what we both saw by putting her hand over my mouth to keep me from yelling out. My reputation for being a bit noisy at times was obviously well known. What I saw was my mom on her hands and knees facing the TV ... with Mike Walcott fucking her from behind. It wasn't an ordinary fuck though. His cock was sawing in and out of Mom's ass. We stared at the scene together for maybe a minute. Mom was getting rather vocal as Mike kept up a steady rhythm. I never realized just how filthy she could talk. Sure, I'd seen her being very vocal in the porn movies I'd seen, but this wasn't scripted. She wasn't getting paid to put on a show. Her reactions were natural ones. She was being nasty for the pure pleasure of it. A teen boy was getting both of them off, and she was letting him know just how much she liked it. Mike seemed to enjoy talking dirty to her as well. He was treating her just like a slut, telling Mom that her ass belonged to him. I wondered if this was normal sex talk for him. The one time I'd been alone with Mike and Pam, she'd been the vocal one. He did fuck me from behind later that same night while we were playing 'seven minutes in heaven', but he didn't talk to me while pumping my pussy. Julie was with us though. Maybe he just wasn't comfortable telling me he owned my ass with his younger sister in the tent too. Watching him eagerly slam his cock into my mother's butt, it was more than obvious that this wasn't their first time together. He wasn't being shy at all. He was holding her slender hips with both hands while he porked her ass like he really did own it. He acted like he'd been there before. I looked up at Mrs. Thomas. I quietly mouthed, "Where's my daddy?" She looked at the stairs, and I knew she suspected he was upstairs with someone as well. She then pulled on my arm to get me to back away from the family room. Mrs. Thomas whispered, "Obviously, this isn't a great time to talk about camping. We better go." I pulled away from her and glanced back into the family room again. Mike was still plowing in and out of Mom's butt. She was still enjoying it very much too. I was mesmerized by the sight of her sphincter clinging to his cock as he fucked her. I then looked back at Mrs. Thomas. She knew what I was about to do and immediately started shaking her head to stop me. I wasn't about to be stopped though. I quietly walked by the entrance to the family room to the base of the stairs. As quietly as I could, I quickly went upstairs. I was nervous, but not about getting caught. I just wasn't sure I was prepared for what I might discover. Reaching the top, I stood back a little distance from my parents' open bedroom door ... and I could hear voices. Tiptoeing closer to the opening, I expected to see Daddy and Kari. As expected, they were in there together. Daddy was on the bed and Kari was standing beside it. What I didn't expect was for one other person to be with them. Specifically, another Walcott. She was lying on the bed on her stomach with her face at his crotch, licking my daddy's cock as he sat back against the headboard. "Make him feel good, slave. Or you'll have to be spanked again." "Yes, Mistress Kari," she said. "Yes what, slave?" she asked forcefully, firmly slapping her upturned ass at the same time. "Yes, Mistress. I'll make him feel good, Mistress," she replied with a bit of anguish in her voice. "You better, if you know what's good for you," Kari said before she popped her naked butt again to emphasize she meant business. I knew Mrs. Walcott liked being spanked. She obviously was into being submissive during sex. But this wasn't Mrs. Walcott. It was Julie! And did she really just call her sister 'Mistress Kari'? What the fuck was going on?! Julie wasn't being shy at all about holding and sucking my dad's cock. Looking more intently at Julie's firm ass, I could tell it had already been wailed on before I'd arrived. Did my daddy spank her too? If he had, would he want to do me like that too? I'd gotten spankings when I was younger. Did he get off on it with me? Once again, a hand covered my mouth to keep me from squealing. Another hand grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me back toward the stairs. "We really need to go," Mrs. Thomas demandingly whispered. Mrs. Thomas finally succeeded in getting me to leave the house. I made sure the door was locked before we quickly walked to her car. It was then that I recognized the car parked on the street. It was the one Kari usually drove. I hadn't paid any attention to it when we'd first arrived. As Mrs. Thomas drove away from my house, she said, "I need to put a leash on you. First you take off from me at the church and discover James and Tammy. Now this." "I figured Kari might be upstairs with my father," I said. "Well, you were at least partially right," Mrs. Thomas said, sighing. "You'd make a great spy, if you weren't so reckless. You almost got us both caught!" "I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I just had to know what was going on!" I asserted. "I never expected to see Julie ... acting like..." "Her mother?" "Yeah. I guess it makes sense, when you think about it. I've wondered before why Kari and Julie never argued. Big sister's butt whippings probably explain that!" Mrs. Thomas laughed, "They don't do that all the time, sweetie. Julie likes being submissive sometimes, just like her Mom does. But Terri enjoys the pain. Julie's not into that at all. Kari is more into domination than causing pain, so it works out great between the sisters." She added, "You and Julie are friends, right?" "Yeah, but we've never been that close. I mean, she's really cool and stuff. But we just seemed to go in different directions a lot of the time. Different interests." "Maybe she just wants you to give her a good spanking sometime?" she teased again. Maybe, I thought. "Is Mike into getting his butt whipped too?" I anxiously asked, hoping he wasn't. "I don't think Pam would care for a boyfriend like that." She chuckled a little, "No. He's more like his dad too. Neither minds doing some light spanking, but that's about it." "I guess Jamie is probably spending the night at the Clarks again." "Most likely," she said. "I thought we might walk in on something tonight." I cocked my head and looked at her, "You were hoping we would, weren't you?" "Uh huh," she admitted. "Why? Do you enjoy freaking me out now?" I asked, exasperated. She laughed again, and then teased me, "You couldn't take your eyes off of them." "Mike was fucking Mom's ass. Julie was being a sex slave to her sister and my father," I said, a little louder than I should have. "How do you expect me to not stare at them?!" "I'm just teasing you, Mel," she said apologetically. "I can't see how anyone would like getting their butt poked or popped like that!" "They were enjoying it, especially your mom. Everybody's different, Melissa." I just turned my head away in thought. Mom had really been into it. Mike was fucking her ass hard. I wasn't sure I could do something like that. I'd tried fingering my butt some, and it had felt pretty good. Mrs. Thomas's finger had felt good earlier too. The biggest I had up my butt had been the vibrator Doris had pushed in there during the blindfold game the Saturday I had discovered them all being nudists. But our fingers and the vibrator were far from being as thick as the cocks that had been fucking my pussy over the past month. I wasn't sure I could take one up my butt without it hurting rather badly. ------- Pastor Thomas was already home when we arrived. We all went up to their bedroom as Mrs. Thomas explained to him what I'd discovered in the gymnasium and at my house. We got undressed and lay down on their bed. She told her husband that I was reluctant to try a butt fuck. "It feels really great, Melissa. And Bradley is very good at it," Mrs. Thomas coaxed me into trying. I stared at his hard cock. He was certainly excited at the prospect of talking my anal virginity. In an attempt to ease my mind, he said, "I'll go very slowly. In fact, you'll get to control just how much you take and how fast." Mrs. Thomas saw that I was still very uncomfortable with the idea. "Baby, just give it a try. You can say stop at any time. Bradley really is good at this." I finally agreed to at least trying. I knew I was going to do this at some point. It might as well be with people I could trust, and actually knew what they were doing. They took their time getting me to relax. Pastor Thomas gave me a great full body massage. I think he just liked touching me all over. I was putty in his hands too. Mrs. Thomas then gave me a long hot bath, taking her time to bathe me all over. It felt wonderful to be pampered, and the center of attention. After getting out of the tub, they both used big fluffy towels to carefully dry me. I was then led to their bedroom. Mrs. Thomas recommended that I get on my hands and knees on the bed and arch my back. She said it would give me more control over things and put my butt higher up in the air. I gave them both a wry smile, again wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Finally though, I was on their bed, sticking my butt up in the air for them to play with. They both took turns licking and fingering my butt hole, getting me ready. "Ok, Melissa," Mrs. Thomas said, "I am going to push a vibrator slowly up your butt to open you up a little more. Remember how it felt good that Saturday when we played the blindfold game at the Rayner's?" I mumbled some agreement. Mrs. Thomas used two different sized vibrators to get me used to having something up my butt. There was no pain and the larger vibrator slid in pretty easily. They had my asshole all lubed by the time Pastor Thomas was ready to put his cock inside it. The worst part was at the beginning. They'd done a lot to get me relaxed, but feeling the spongy head pressing at my backdoor still made me tense up. He took his time though, pushing gently until the head popped inside. "Oh, my God!" I exclaimed into a pillow. He held perfectly still. There was pain, but nothing I couldn't deal with. "You're in control, sweetie." "Go slow," I nervously said to him. He slowly pushed a few more inches inside me before he stopped on his own. "Gawd!" I uttered. "He's so fucking big!" "Are you okay?" Mrs. Thomas asked with real concern. She didn't want this to be a bad experience. "Yeah," I said nervously. "Just give me a minute to get used to it." Pastor Thomas added, "Push back against me when you're ready. I'll let you take it at your pace." The pain was basically gone after a few moments. I pressed back letting a little more slide into me before pulling away slightly. I got into a good rhythm that way. I was taking more and more of him. I was so incredibly full. It was such a different feeling from having a cock in my pussy. Finally I had him all the way inside me. I felt satisfaction at being able to take all of him without chickening out. I glanced at Mrs. Thomas, and she was smiling at me. "You are doing great, honey. You look so hot with Bradley's cock up your ass." Her hand caressed my butt cheek just inches from where her husband had his cock buried in me. Her other hand touched my face gently. Her look told me she was proud of me. I started moving again, fucking myself with his stiff dick. Mrs. Thomas said, "I think she likes it, Bradley." Her husband replied, "I'm glad she does, because her ass is squeezing my cock so damn good." He then grabbed my hips to hold me still. "Are you ready to get your ass fucked like your mother was by Mike?" Mrs. Thomas asked. "I think so," I tentatively said. And fuck my ass he did. He started at a slow pace, but eventually was slamming his cock into me just like it was my pussy. I was surprised it didn't hurt. I was sure I would be sore afterwards, but it felt incredible having his dick sawing in and out of my ass. I came so damn good after he'd worked up a steady pounding rhythm. I was now pushing back into him almost as hard as he was slamming into me. While he was fucking me, Doris was playing with my tits, squeezing them, twisting my nipples and pinching them. Having her play with me while her husband fucked my ass made me that much hotter. Finally he blew his load in my ass. He grunted loudly as he held himself deep in me, releasing his sperm into my butt. I could feel each and every jerk of his cock as his cum spurted into me. When he was spent, he sat back on his haunches. I felt so empty when his cock slipped out of me. I wondered if my ass would ever be the same. I figured my asshole must've been wide open still. Sweetie, you are gaping so nicely, you are so wide open." Mrs. Thomas stuck a finger inside, playing in the cum he'd left. I barely felt her finger enter me at first, but still enjoyed what she was doing. Finally, I moved so I was on my back. I then realized my butt was beginning to drain cum onto the bed sheet. "I think I'm making a mess," I said apologetically. "We have a washing machine for just this reason," Mrs. Thomas said, stroking her fingers through my hair. "So, did you enjoy your first time?" "Yeah, it was great. Thanks, Pastor Thomas." He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. "Why don't you call me Bradley when we're together like this ... unless you get off on calling me Pastor." "Thanks, Bradley. It felt great, but I bet I'm going to be sore in the morning." Mrs. Thomas said, "It's a good kind of sore." The rest of the night was mostly one long fuck session. Mrs. Thomas even fucked my ass with a strap-on. She even fucked her husband's butt too. Of course, I was sworn to secrecy about that. I woke up in the middle of the night to Pastor Thomas putting my legs over his shoulders before fucking my pussy good and hard. The man definitely had stamina. Pastor Thomas finally revealed his potty mouth to me too. I was suddenly his little ass slut. At one point during the night while I sucked him, he called me his teenage cock gobbler. I was also his cum guzzling little bitch when he came in my mouth. Sperm burper just made me giggle. Mrs. Thomas just rolled her eyes whenever he felt the need to show off his extensive vocabulary. It was so fifth grade, but I enjoyed it anyways. He was rather creative with some of them. Who would've thought? I made mental notes of some of the things he called me so I could use them as insults later. The next morning, we took a long shower together. My ass was a little tender, but it was worth what I'd felt the previous night. I was looking forward to my next butt fucking. I was hoping it would be Peter too. Mrs. Thomas fixed us a light breakfast. We sat together eating and talking about my situation with Peter and Jennifer ... and scheming about how to get my parents to take me on a camping trip over the coming weekend. Before we left, Pastor asked me if I had enjoyed the night with them and if I might like to get together with them again. Doris smiled when I said that I would like that very much. "Perhaps you might bring Peter with you next time?" Doris asked. I didn't answer. I didn't know if we'd even be together or not. I needed to find out first. ------- Mrs. Thomas and I arrived at my house about mid-morning. I noticed that the Walcott's car was no longer out front. The image of Mike fucking Mom's ass was again in my head though. I wondered if Daddy had enjoyed Kari the same way. Maybe Julie too! I suddenly felt jealous of both of them. I wasn't interested in my daddy fucking my ass, but I was envious of my friends for the attention they were getting from him. Mom met us at the door and led us into the kitchen where she was doing some cleaning. Mrs. Thomas sat down at the table. I remained standing at the end of the table. I felt like I was in more of a position of strength that way. Mrs. Thomas had urged me to ask the question politely. I was going to be more direct though. "Mom, I want us to go camping this weekend." She immediately stopped what she was doing and looked at me intently. "Honey, this weekend really isn't the best time. Your father is snowed under at work right now." "If Daddy can't go, then we can go without him ... you, me, and Jamie," I stated with a determined tone. Mrs. Thomas sat there just observing. She was going to let me tackle this on my own for the time being. Mom walked over and sat in a chair, opposite of Mrs. Thomas. They both looked up expectantly at me. Mom then said, "How about we go next weekend? That way your father can get things settled at work ... and we'll have time to actually get prepared to camp out." I took a deep breath to help steel my resolve. "Mom, let's go this weekend," I said unwaveringly. "I've got other plans for next weekend." Mrs. Thomas almost groaned as she looked down at the table. Mom's expression became unmistakably incredulous. Then she looked at Mrs. Thomas with her 'can you believe the gall' look. It sure didn't take a telepath to read mom's mind right then. I'd blown it. I expected a reply that would include the word impudence. She liked that word. She'd used it a lot in the past with me. Mrs. Thomas looked at Mom though and slightly shook her head, indicating she shouldn't blow up at me. Mom scrunched her lips, regaining some control. Mom then started an interrogation, "Why do you want to go camping this weekend?" "I think it would be good for us," I stated. I momentarily paused to come up with something convincing. "School will be starting back before long. I want to go at least once this summer with my family." "Is it because the Rayners are going?" I started chewing on my lip, "No..." I said, which immediately setoff Mom's bullshit look. I quickly recovered, "Not just because." "I suppose Peter is going too, right?" I looked down and kicked at the floor, and then nodded. "Why don't you go with the Rayners?" "I can't." "Have you asked?" Mrs. Thomas suppressed a laugh, which Mom noticed. "I can't ask," I replied, without explanation. Mom sighed in frustration. Mrs. Thomas was doing her best to suppress her amusement. Mom reacted to it too. "Doris?" Mrs. Thomas looked at me and I just shrugged. She then cut to the chase for Mom's benefit. "Melissa wants to go because she's afraid a friend of hers is going to try to steal Peter away from her. She doesn't want Peter to think she's desperate though. So she can't ask the Rayners if she can go with them. If it looks like you and Greg decided to go instead, then she could save face." Mom drummed her fingers on the kitchen table and sighed in exasperation. She looked at me. I could only give her a weak yearning smile. She then pointed her finger at me and said, "You owe me, young lady." I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her. "Thanks, Mom. You're the bestest." "Don't go celebrating yet. I've got to talk to your father first." "You can convince him. You're great like that, Mom." Mrs. Thomas said, "I think you just became 'Mom of the Year'." Mom replied, "As I said, she owes me." "Thanks, Mom," I said, before grabbing the phone. She asked, "What are you doing?" "Calling Dad for you," I happily replied. Mrs. Thomas laughed while Mom stared at me in amazement. After I called and was put on hold, Mrs. Thomas brought Mom up to date about Jennifer. When Daddy finally was on the phone, I rapidly said, "Hi, Daddy. I love you soooo much. You're the best Daddy in the world. Tell Mom it's okay. Okay, here she is." And I quickly handed the phone to Mom and smiled sweetly. She held the phone for a moment while she stared at me. Mrs. Thomas almost fell out of her chair laughing. ------- Mom talked to Daddy and explained what was going on. He wasn't too crazy about the whole situation, but he had to know I'd never let up on him until he said we could go. As Mom expected, he wouldn't be able to go. His boss had already indicated he would need him over the weekend to help finish a project before Monday. After making sure we coordinated with the Rayners so Mom wouldn't have to handle everything alone, he gave his blessing. With the Walcotts going too, he was probably easier to convince. With a few more phone calls, everything was basically settled for us to go the next day. She then looked at me, "Call Jamie at Sarah's house and tell him to get home and pull out the camping gear. You can help him too." I hugged Mom again. I then went around the table and kissed Mrs. Thomas on the cheek. Mom gave me a curious look. Was she jealous? There was no chance of getting one of the cabins at the campground, so we had to pull out the tent Daddy had bought a few years ago ... that I had no clue about. It would be plenty large enough for me, Jamie, and Mom. I called Peter and told him a bit of a lie. "Guess what! Mom decided it would be a good weekend to take me camping for the first time." Peter replied, "Too cool. We'll have a great time. Do you think you can handle being around a lot of naked people?" "I've already been around a lot of naked people," I reminded him. "Not like at the campground, you haven't. You won't know most of them." "Do you know any of the people that will likely be there?" "I'll know some that go regularly." It began to bother me that he wasn't specifically mentioning that Jennifer would be there. He had to know she was my friend. "Anyone our age?" "The Prestons might be there. You know them." At least he finally mentioned her ... sorta. "Cool. Well, I know Jennifer, but not her family." "You don't seem surprised that Jennifer is a nudist." I probably should've acted surprised. Pam had told me earlier. I didn't want him to know about that. I thought quickly, and said, "Peter, after yesterday at your house, absolutely nothing surprises me." He bought it too. I decided to see what else he would tell me about Jennifer. "How long has she been going?" I asked. I was sure that Pam hadn't told him what she'd told me. "For a while. She'll likely be there if her parents go," he replied, without bothering to mention she was there pretty regularly during the summer months. Was he trying to hide a possible relationship from me? Was he really glad I was going? Did I just spoil his weekend with Jennifer? Was I just letting my suspicions and paranoia get the best of me? I was determined I'd find out. ------- Chapter 27 Mrs. Rayner came over to help Mom get organized for the trip, and to make sure she brought everything we'd need. They had to run out to get a few things as well. Having never gone camping in a tent before, I was surprised what all was needed. While they were gone, Jamie and I were out in the shed pulling out camping gear. I had rarely gone into the shed. It was dark and dirty in there, where dad stored his garden tools and other surplus junk. It held nothing of interest I thought. But after discovering we had a tent I wondered if there were any other secrets stored out here. I made a mental note to do some exploring when we got back. Jamie was looking for a lantern, and he asked if I knew why we were going nude camping without Daddy. "I told them I wanted to go before school starts back," I said, avoiding telling him the real reason. "Who knows if we'll get to go anywhere this summer the way Daddy is working all the time." "I see. And you're cool with showing off to a bunch of strangers what you've got? Or rather, what you don't got?" he asked, smirking at me. I scrunched my lips at him. I was way past tired of him making fun of my body. I grabbed a small piece of wood and threw it at him. "What the fuck!" he said, ducking when he heard it hit the wall beside him. I didn't really aim to hit him. He looked back at me and saw the angry look I was giving him. "I was just joking, Mel! Sheesh!" "Do you see me laughing, shithead?" "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I turned away from him, almost in tears. Yeah, we'd teased and taunted each other since forever without getting violent with each other. I was feeling vulnerable about a lot of things though. I didn't need my own brother, who was happily fucking me pretty much whenever, making fun of my body. "I'm sorry," he said, standing right behind me. I didn't say anything though. He moved around to stand in front of me. "I mean it," he said genuinely. "Look, you have a great body. You're sexier than most girls my age. I just like being a dick with you sometimes. You know that. It's my job." I snickered a little. "I think you've got very sexy boobs. They make you look really hot." I still didn't say anything, but I wasn't giving him my 'go fuck yourself' look either. I liked hearing him flatter me. "Don't you see how guys look at you?" Keep going. "Small boobs on your slender body are great." I was smiling more. "And your ass. Gawd, Mel. It's so nicely shaped and firm looking. It's perfect on you." It might be perfect, but it was still a little tender from Pastor Thomas fucking it the previous night. "Why do you think you turn me on all the time?" Jamie's body was certainly backing up his words. His hard-on was quite obvious. He noticed me looking down at his bulging shorts. He quickly undid his pants and slid them down with his underwear. His cock stuck straight out at me. "I'd love to fuck your ass sometime." Well, I'd like that too, but not today. "Maybe sometime," I told him, as I started undoing my shorts. "You'll have to settle for something else right now." I slipped my shorts and panties down as I turned to lean over a table in the shed. Jamie moved up behind me, pressing the length of his shaft into my butt crack. He began rutting against me slowly. "Are you sure you don't want me to fuck this tight sexy ass now?" "We don't have time for that," I insistently replied. "Just fuck my pussy." He then moved his cock lower, rubbing his cockhead along my very wet slit. "Damn, girl. You're soaking wet." I poked my butt out at him even more. He playfully slapped it a few times, which felt great. For a moment, I almost decided to let him fuck my ass, but then regained my senses. Pastor and Mrs. Thomas had spent a lot of time getting me ready for Pastor Thomas' big cock. Without some lube, it was gonna hurt. Even with Jamie's smaller cock, he would probably rip me open, if I let him. He then surprised me when he leaned down and began kissing my butt cheeks. With his mouth moving closer to my butt hole, he began licking and pushing his tongue inside me a little. I just hoped I didn't still taste like cum. Probably not, but if he'd known I'd already had my butt filled with cum the night before, I wondered if he would've been so eager about pushing his tongue into my pooper like he was. He'd sucked cum out of a pussy before, but an ass was a whole different thing. His soft tongue on my asshole felt incredible. I guess he really couldn't tell a cock and a strap-on dildo had been in there the previous night. I was glad he couldn't. I'd hate it if my asshole was now noticeably stretched. If anyone would notice, it probably would be Jamie. He'd seen it up close enough. After licking my butthole for a few minutes, his tongue moved down to my pussy. His tongue stabbed into my opening making me wiggle my butt. My legs began to shake when his tongue swirled around my clit almost making me cum. "I think you're ready," he grinned. He stood back up, took his cock in one hand, set it against my opening and pushed in. He proceeded to fuck me with his sexy dick. He leaned down a little, reaching under my top to push my bra off my tits, cupping them gently in his hands. He played with them as he slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy. When he began pulling on my hard nipples, I moaned noisily. "Don't get too loud, sis," he warned, reminding me the neighbors might hear me. I probably needed to look into getting a muzzle or something. My involuntary, and rather loud, vocal responses to all things sexual were bound to be my undoing someday. "Keep doing that. Gawd that feels so good," I encouraged him. "Are you still mad at your big brother?" "I love you, Jamie. I can't stay mad at you," I panted. He stopped and pulled out of me. I was about to protest quite loudly before he turned me around, with his lips finding mine. Then his tongue was in my mouth. I returned his kiss just as passionately. We'd never kissed quite like that before. We were making out like two ardent lovers. He lifted me up onto the table, and slid his cock back into me. He pulled my top off, and removed my bra completely so he could touch me all over without anything getting in the way. His hands were all over me, but he spent most of the time playing with my breasts. He kept staring at them like he was going to eat them or something. He fucked me with long steady strokes until I started cumming. It was probably a good thing he put his mouth over mine in a kiss too, or the neighbors would've heard me. His cock began jerking inside of me as well, spurting his cum deep in my cunt. He was timing each of his inward thrusts to match each spurt, which felt incredible. I was squeezing down on his hard shaft with each stab of his dick. We were both almost out of breath when he let his softening cock slip out of me. He was still holding onto me though, his lips close to mine. I kissed him softly, which seemed to prompt him to kiss me again deeply. He moved his hands to hold my head as he explored my mouth again with his tongue. "You are so fucking hot, Melissa," he breathlessly said. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't your brother, so you could be my girlfriend." I melted when he said that. "If you were my boyfriend, we'd probably break up in a year or two, and then we'd probably hardly even speak to each other." "So, are you saying I have lifetime rights?" he said, moving his hands to my butt, pulling me tighter to him. I started to protest his insinuation that I might owe him something, but I knew he was teasing. "If you keep being this nice to me, you can do this with me anytime," I softly said. "It's part of the fringe benefits of being my sweet big brother." He ran his hands through my hair. He was looking at me so passionately. I got the feeling he was beginning to better appreciate what he had in his little sister ... and not just the sex he could have with me. He was getting hard again too, not that he ever got completely soft. I pushed him back a little so I could get off the table and squat down. His cock was covered with both our juices. I looked up into his eyes, smiling sweetly. I licked at a drop of his sperm on the tip of his dick. He moaned his appreciation. I continued licking his shaft clean, just touching it with my tongue. At first, his cock kinda bobbed a little as his erection grew, but it only took moments for it to get steely hard. I had to giggle a little as I felt some of his cum seeping out of me and dripping on to the floor of the shed forming a little puddle between my feet. I made a mental note to wipe it away later. I slipped my mouth over the head, working the underside with my tongue. This was usually when he might get impatient and begin pushing further into my mouth. I rewarded his patience by slowly taking his entire cock into my mouth and throat. I was a little surprised when my gag reflex didn't kick in. I guess I was becoming a veteran oral specialist. I could probably get a certificate of achievement. At least I'd have something to show for all I'd done over the summer. Maybe I could write a paper about it for my eighth grade English class too -- what I did on summer vacation. I was rather proud of myself. "Jesus fucking Christ, Mel," he said between moans. I love those kinds of endorsements. Maybe Jamie would write a letter of recommendation for me. Or better yet, write a review and publish it. I'd become a big hit. 'America's Got Talent' might even beg me to come on their TV show. Well, Mrs. Thomas' uncle might have a version I could appear in. The sky would be the limit for me ... along with that age of consent thingy. I slurped noisily on his shaft as I took him again and again into my throat. He kept singing praises to me. Well, it was more like moronic grunts, but it was music to me. Jesus and God got their fair share of commendation too. I pulled my mouth away and began to stand back up. He held me down somewhat though, putting his wet cock between my tits. He pushed my boobs together against his shaft and started rutting against me. It was the first time anyone had actually tried to titty fuck me like that. I started to tell him there wasn't really enough to work with, but the look on his face stopped me. He was really getting into it. It made me all the hornier too. Maybe little tits weren't such a bad thing. Finally he was ready to stuff his cock back into my pussy. He had me sit up on the table again, but told me to wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. Once he was inside me again, he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me off the table. He began moving me up and down against his body, using me like a sex toy to fuck his dick. This was something new, and I liked it. He had complete control of me. I just hoped he didn't drop me. He didn't have a problem holding my lightweight body though. My brother is strong like that. At one point, he had me lean back so that I was just holding his neck with my hands. We both could look down to see his cock pushing in and out of me. His cock seemed to swell even bigger inside me while he watched my pussy lips dragging along his hard veiny flesh. I was clamping down tightly on him too. Still holding me in that position, he started cumming again. I had to hold on even tighter as his movements became more forceful. Finally he was wasted, letting his softening dick slip out. He set me down again on the table. I held onto his neck though. "Have you fucked Sarah like that?" I asked. "Not yet." "You should. That was awesome," I complimented him. "Did you like titty fucking me?" "I love doing everything with you," he said. He's such a sweetie when he wants to be. I think he was still a little out of breath though, and was probably getting irritated by me asking him all these questions. But he knew when to not complain. "Have you titty fucked Sarah? She's got a little more to fuck." "Yeah, but your tits are just as nice." I leaned in closer to his ear, and softly asked, "What about Mom?" "Mel!" "Don't 'Mel' me, buster. Have you titty fucked Mom?" He just stared at me for the longest moment. "Well, she's got a good bit more boobage than I do. More than Sarah too," I stated, as if it was all so reasonable. His silence was deafening. I had been half joking, but had it possibly happened? We then heard Mom and Mrs. Rayner talking as they came out of the backdoor. They were probably coming to check up on us to see if anything else was needed. We quickly got our clothes situated and started trying to remember what we were doing before. Both of us looked over at the opening to the shed when Mom and Mrs. Rayner hadn't said anything. They were standing there smiling at us. I started blushing when I realized just how obvious things looked, especially with the puddle of cum on the floor. Mom said, "Finding everything?" "Yeah," we both said in unison. I glanced over at them. They were both looking at each other, almost laughing. I realized we'd gotten little accomplished since they'd been gone. We were so busted. ------- I called Sarah and told her what was going on too. I was a little worried how she would take me going nude camping without at least trying to arrange for her to go as well. Fortunately, she'd already had plans to stay at her grandparents for the weekend. Her parents were going to be 'out of town' with some friends of theirs. We both knew what that meant. We talked a little strategy for getting both our parents to go camping on Labor Day weekend. I talked to Peter one more time during the afternoon. He seemed hesitant when it came to talking much about Jennifer, so I didn't push it. I'd have a whole weekend to observe what was going on between them, if anything. I asked him what I needed to pack. "Mel. You're going nude camping," he said sarcastically. "Yeah, but I need to take something to wear ... in case." "In case of what? It snows?" "Ha ha, Mr. Jokey Jokester." Guys just don't understand. Later in the afternoon, Mrs. Walcott stopped by to help Mom out. She was a veteran at this naked camping stuff. I stayed out of their way so that they wouldn't ask me to do anything. Mrs. Walcott did stop by my room though. "Hi, Melissa. May I come in?" I told her she didn't have to ask, not after the things we'd been doing together the previous Saturday. She came over and sat on the bed with me. "I hear you've got your sights set on Peter." "I guess. He's funny and sweet." "And cute." "That too," I blushed. "You're so adorable when you blush," she said. "I wonder why I ever blush anymore ... considering," I said, giggling. "I hope you can always have something to blush about," she said, touching my cheek. I understood what she meant. "I doubt that will ever be a problem. I blush at stuff I think about sometimes." "We share that in common," she admitted. "I try not to ever blush in front of my students though." "Have you ever worried that you'd accidentally run into a student of yours while camping?" "It's something I've thought about. While there is always a chance, I doubt it would ever happen. If it happened, I'd just have to deal with it." "Has anyone ever tried to blackmail you?" "Fortunately, no. I know it could happen. But my going to a club just to dance could also be used against me by certain people. Some people think teachers should be the perfect role model in and out of the classroom." "I don't think I could be a teacher." "I think you'd be great at it." "I'm not a role model for anyone," I readily admitted. "You sell yourself short. Quite a few people think a lot of you." I scrunched my lips at that. I'd just have to take her word on it. She leaned closer to me, "You're a beautiful young lady ... in so many ways. I wish I had you in my classes." "That would be cool," I grinned. "Especially for after school detention." She chuckled, "I'd rather you stay after school for 'special instruction'." "I'd like that," I coyly said. "Now I'm really pissed that you're not in one of my classes," she pouted cutely. "I can still be your schoolgirl, if you want," I grinned, blushing yet again. "I'd like that," she softly said, and then leaned into me, kissing me deeply. One of her hands squeezed my breast gently. "Would you discipline me ... if I was a bad girl?" "Most certainly," she insisted, as she reached to fondle my butt. "Or would you like for me to discipline you if you did a bad job teaching?" I giggled. "You're bad!" She laughed. We ended up making out for about a half hour. We got completely naked on my bed. It was the first time that a grown-up was making love to me in my own bed. I really liked it. We had enough time to lick each other to at least one good orgasm. Neither of us ever said anything about a need to close my bedroom door. I actually was hoping Mom had caught part of the action. ------- I was rather restless most of the evening. It took me awhile to get to sleep that night as well. I was looking forward to the adventure, but the thing with Jennifer was really bothering me. Then again, maybe I was misinterpreting things. Maybe Peter was unaware of what Pam had so obviously noticed. I was hoping it wasn't true. I really liked Jennifer. I didn't want to have to kick her ass. I knew I could make her life miserable. We'd been pretty good friends over the past year, even though it was mainly limited to the time we were at school. I'd gone out of my way to be friends with her. I was hoping she wouldn't try to stab me in the back. I really couldn't blame her if she was interested in Peter though. ------- Friday morning, Daddy made sure we had everything packed before he left for work. I gave him a big thank-you hug while saying good-bye to him. I really wished he was going with us, but I was looking forward to spending time with Mom ... as well as Peter. Jamie would be without Sarah for the weekend, but I was sure he'd be hanging out with Penny and Kari much of the time. Even if Jamie weren't going, Penny and Kari could easily attract enough attention from other guys to keep them both occupied. Heck, the two of them could have a blast just entertaining each other for the weekend. Pam and Mike obviously would hang out together. They had really gotten close since they'd hooked up. But they'd also been camping together for a number of years too. I figured Julie had friends she knew that would be there. After watching her with my daddy and her sister two nights ago, I knew she could find ways to entertain herself. She probably had people signed up to spank her cute little butt. I hated that I now thought of her like that. But the image from the other night was totally burned into my mind. I was also very curious to observe Mom's interactions with the other adults. I knew the campground was 'family oriented', and that any kind of open sex would be frowned upon, as well as get you kicked out. But where there's a will, there's a way. And there were too many horny adults among our parents to ever think they wouldn't find a way to have their fun. Would Mom participate though, especially with Daddy not with her? I was most anxious to see my friend, and new rival, Jennifer. She'd never talked about being a nudist with me. I could understand that though. She had no way of knowing I wouldn't try to hurt her with that knowledge. She'd never talked about Peter with me either though. There was no reason not to, unless she had something to hide. This whole thing sucked. Here I was about to go on my first nude camping trip. Your first time only happens once. This should be a fun adventure. I should be excited about seeing a bunch of leering old men with their dangling ding dongs and old ball sacks. I could only imagine all the many boobs I'd see. Just think of all the stories I'd be able to tell my grandkids one day! But, nooooo. Jennifer was stuck in my head. I should beat the crap out of her just for that alone! We were all loaded up and ready to leave around eight o'clock. Mom drove over to the Rayner's house so we could follow them. It was about an hour drive to the campground. I'd have invited Peter to ride with me, but we were tightly packed into Mom's car with all the stuff we were taking. The Rayner's SUV wasn't any less cramped, even though it was larger. It was a good thing the guys didn't have to bring much as far as clothes. If they did, they'd just have to go naked at the nudist campground. I rode up front with Mom. Jamie was in the cramped backseat with his iPod. I brought mine along as well, but I was more interested in talking to Mom about what to expect at the campground. Peter and Pam had told me a lot of things, but I was curious about Mom's perspective. "Nervous?" Mom asked. "A little. How many people are usually there?" "Maybe around fifty, give or take. A lot depends on the weather. It's supposed to be really nice this weekend, so there may be more." "How many times have you been?" "Quite a few times, but we've only gone about twice a year over the last three years. This is the first time this summer." "So you and Daddy went before you started taking Jamie?" "We've been going with the Walcotts and Rayners for years. Jamie's gone four times with your father and me. He's gone with the Rayners on other trips. This will be the first time this year for us. Your father has been so tied up with work this summer that we haven't been able to plan any trips." "What are the people like?" "They're just ordinary people, except they like to be nude outdoors. It's mostly just couples, but a number of families will likely be there as well." "There won't be a bunch of dirty old men there wanting to see my cooch?" I asked. She laughed. "There might be dirty old men there staring at you at times, but their wives or girlfriends will be close by." "Just dirty old married men are allowed? What about the single pervy guys?" "The campground has a very strict rule about not allowing single men to avoid that kind of thing from occurring." "That doesn't seem fair," I jokingly complained. "Do they let single women go?" "The more the merrier, although they really encourage couples more than singles." "Isn't that rather sexist?" "If they'd let a bunch of single men in, then that's likely all they'd end up with after a while." "Yeah, I guess." "Would you feel comfortable being around a bunch of men who were probably there just to leer at you?" I thought for a second. Mom glanced over at the smile on my face and knew what I was thinking. "Don't answer that," she said. "I'm not that bad, Mom," I lightheartedly protested. "Who do you think you're fooling?" she teased. "You and I both know you like that guys want to stare at you. You're very easy on the eyes." "Well, I still think my boobs are too small," I said, self-deprecatingly. "There's hardly anything there to see." "I disagree ... and bigger doesn't always mean better," she grinned. "I know people who think you have very sexy boobs." I thought about that for a while and I knew better than to ask her who those people were. I was pretty sure she wouldn't answer my question. I decided to ask more about the campground. "So just dirty old married men then? What are the single men supposed to do if they want to hang out with naked girls?" "That's what strip clubs are for." "Have you ever been to a strip club?" I asked with great curiosity. "Your father and I have. There's nothing wrong with that." "It's cool. I mean, even if you went without Daddy ... like a girls night." "There've been a few of those too," Mom admitted. I smiled to myself because of her telling me. I think my silence caused Mom to wonder just how I took that. She asked, "What do you think of your old Mom?" There it was. She was really seriously concerned about what I thought of her, just as Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Thomas had been telling me. I looked at her, and sincerely said, "Mom, you're not old ... and I think you're the best mom in the world." She glanced over at me, almost a little misty eyed. I kept looking at her approvingly. She turned her gaze back to the road, and seemed to struggle with her composure for a moment. I don't know if she was testing me with what she'd said or not, but she seemed to feel a great sense of relief that I wasn't thinking badly of her. "Would you take me sometime?" I asked, grinning. "When you're eighteen," she said, flashing a slightly devilish smile. "Too young again," I said, feigning disappointment by shaking my head and sighing. "One day you'll wish you were too young again." I cocked my head, looking at her like she was crazy. "You just wait," she reassured. I was really enjoying talking to Mom. Things had really changed between us recently. The drive to the campground was worth the trip alone. I said, "It's hard to believe that people bring their kids to be naked around others." "I think it's better than taking your young daughter to a beach wearing a small bikini. While a nude body can be exciting to look at, skimpy clothes over a nice body is a whole lot more titillating for guys." "You said tit," I joked. "You'll see a lot of those," Mom replied, shocking me a little that she hadn't criticize me for my 'immature' response. "How are you going to feel showing off yours?" "I may stay dressed." "No way, sister. You're the reason we're going," she said a little sternly. "I'll strip you myself, if I have to." I grinned at her. "Are there usually many girls my age?" I already knew there weren't too many from what Pam and Peter had told me. I was curious what Mom would say though. "Not too many. Pam, Julie, and your nemesis, Jennifer, may be the only ones." "She's not my nemesis ... I hope. But Pam's sure she is." "I hope not too. Good friends are hard to make. Losing one is no fun." "Have you ever lost a close friend?" "I've had friends get mad at me, and vice versa. But I've never lost a really close friend ... other than a few old boyfriends." "I bet you had a lot of boyfriends." "I've had my share. You will too. I had two boys get into a fight over me one time," she said, almost bragging. "That had to suck," I said. I was a 'make love, not war' kinda girl. But war ran a close second, as Jennifer might find out. "Admit it. You'd love having two guys fight over you." "Maybe. It probably would depend on who ended up winning," I said, smiling. "You're so evil," she amusingly said. "I think it's a genetic trait," I shot back. She wryly scrunched her lips at me. "Do a lot of families go?" I asked, keeping the question line open. "The campground we're going to attracts a lot of younger families and adults. Other campgrounds close by seem to cater more to older adults." "I bet those are the ones with all the swingers." "Where did you hear that?" "I read it on the internet." "Jeff Goldblum is dead too, according to the internet." "Who?" "Nevermind," she said, rolling her eyes. She then explained to me the myth about nudists just being horny adults. "Nudists and swingers are two different things. While a lot of swingers may be nudists, most people at the campgrounds I've been to are not swingers. If they are, they don't seem to advertise it to anyone." That didn't mean they weren't horny adults, but I didn't want to start an argument right then. "So you've never been to a swinger's nudist campground?" I asked. "None of them around here actually cater to swingers. But, some are more willing to turn a blind eye to things, especially late at night around pools and hot tubs." I was really surprised she was talking this openly to me about swingers. I hadn't been judgmental in the way I'd asked about it though. That was probably why. "I wish Daddy had been able to come." "Me too. We're rarely apart for more than a day at a time." "You'll have to put up with sleeping with me and Jamie," I teased. "Well, you and Jamie better not keep me awake half the night screwing around." I cut my eyes at her cautiously. "Oh, c'mon, Melissa. We can pretend like nothing's going on, but who are we fooling? Your father and I know about you two." It was no mystery. I knew they had to have known for some time. They had watched us the previous weekend on the webcam. Mom added, "Why do you think we had you go on birth control? There was no way we could risk you getting pregnant by Jamie." After recovering from her incredible and unexpected bluntness, I cautiously asked, "Why didn't you try to stop us?" "Other than a chastity belt, how were we supposed to accomplish that? Chaining you in the basement wasn't an option..." "Yeah. Where would Daddy have his office," I joked. Mom sorta snorted. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. She continued, "There isn't a convent close by either." "I'd make a terrible nun," I joked again, and then quickly considered whether I should be joking around at that moment. I then added, "I guess I'm a terrible daughter." Mom sighed deeply, and then said, "You can be so pathetic at times." I glared at her. "Seriously," she very seriously stated. "When have I ever said you're a terrible daughter?" "Fucking my brother doesn't make me terrible?" I squeamishly asked. "No," she amazingly said. "If it did, I'd have told you long ago when I knew you were giving him blowjobs." My eyes went wide from her admission about knowing that. I knew she probably knew, but I never expected her to tell me she did. "Why didn't you try to stop us?" "You'd have done it anyways, regardless of what me or your father said or did to stop it," she stated, glancing over at me for a few moments. She then added, "You're too much like me." "You could've at least said you wanted us to stop. Why didn't you?" "If I wanted you to stop, I'd tell you." She smiled at my surprised stare. "What?" she asked after seeing how amazed I was. "You really don't mind?" I incredulously asked. "I really don't mind, Melissa. It doesn't seem to be hurting either of you. You're both being careful with it," she noted. "Why should I mind?" I don't know why I was so surprised at what she was telling me. I guess I just never expected her to be that open and honest with me. "Did you ever regret being an only child?" I asked her. She'd had no 'Jamie' to have sex with. "Sure. I'd have loved having a big brother to play with." I raised my eyebrows in further amazement. I glanced toward the back seat at Jamie. He still had his iPod stuffed in his ears. "Do you think I'm some stick in the mud fuddy duddy?" she asked with a smile. "Hardly," I said, smiling back at her. "And certainly not after you watched me with Peter." "You two looked incredible. Thanks for the invitation," she grinned. "You're welcome, I think." "You knew I was watching. Did that make it more exciting?" "Gawd, Mom." "What did I say about 'momming' me?" "It's just ... Gawd!" "It's just sex, sweetie. It's meant to be enjoyed," she sincerely said. "You just have to be smart." "Were you always smart when you were a teen?" "No one is always smart about anything, especially as a teenager." "Any regrets?" I asked, really curious if she would open up more. "Some, but none I can't live with." "Like what?" I prodded. She was quiet for a few moments, staring ahead at the road. She was closer than ever to opening up all the way with me. She glanced over at me. Probably trying to decide if she felt the time was right. "We're almost there," she said, staring straight ahead again. I sucked on my lips in disappointment. She then glanced back over, and said, "Let's talk about this when we have more time." I put my hand on her arm, "Promise?" "You really want to know my teenage exploits?" "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours ... although I think you have way more to tell," I sorta teased. She took my hand in hers, "You may not like everything you hear." "Same with me. But, I promise not to judge you. Ever," I told her. "I swear it, Mom." She looked at me a little more relaxed. "So, is it a deal?" I asked, insisting on an answer. "It's a deal, but..." she paused, and then glanced over at me. "Remember I'm your mother. I get to not like things, and do something about some of them if I think it's hurting you." I looked at her, and softly said, "I love you too, Mom." ------- Once we got to the campground, Mom went to the business office with Mr. and Mrs. Rayner to take care of everything as far as registering. The sign above the office door gave the name of the campground as "Forest Acres Campground". The way the campground was setup, you couldn't really see any of the nude guests from the office parking area. The office was inside what appeared to be the clubhouse though. I could hear splashing, which meant the pool and naked people were likely close by as well. The door to the office opened and the Rayners walked out followed by Mom talking with a nude couple. I knew we were at a nudist campground, but for some reason I wasn't mentally prepared to see a nude couple walking with my mother. They were an older couple. They looked like they were probably in their early fifties. They were both in great shape, and really really tanned. The lady was nice looking, and had rather large breasts. The man had the body of a runner. He also had the cock of a porn star. Jamie was even impressed enough to point him out to me. "Mel, look at that guy. I bet you've never seen one like that." "Holy shit," I muttered, gawking at the python hanging between his legs. It was the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen! And it was soft! It must've been eight inches long just dangling there. What would that fucker look like hard? Mom opened the car door and stood talking to them for a moment longer. They were pointing and giving directions to our camp site. Then Mom introduced me to the nice naked people with the big boobs and monster cock. "This is my daughter Melissa. I'm sure you remember my son, Jamie," she said. "Melissa, this is Erica and John Meyer. They own and run the campground." "Hi," I said, politely. I even waved. I think I was waving at his cock though. It seemed to be waving at me. When Mom got back in the car, John and Erica walked back toward the office before turning back toward us. As Mom started the car and began to back up, she turned to me, and said, "Honey, stop drooling." "I'm not drooling!" Jamie reached over the backseat, "Here's a napkin, Mel." "I don't want your jerkoff rag," I shot back at him. "Calm down, you two," Mom smiled while scolding us. "And you, young lady, push your eyes back into their sockets." "Mom!" "She's in love, Mom," Jamie teased. "Shut up, Jamie!" I growled. "Now now, kiddies," she chastised again. She then looked back toward John and said, "He is rather large though, isn't he?" "Rather?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Seriously, Mom? I think his pecker has a pecker!" "Just don't keep staring at it. It's not polite." "I'm not staring," I said, while staring at it. "Mmm hmm," she replied. She was obviously enjoying my reaction to seeing my first donkey dick. As Mom drove down a long path, I started getting myself mentally prepared for what would likely be a memorable weekend. I turned to look at Jamie, and he was already taking off his clothes. Mom said, "I think someone is ready to go camping." "He's such a pervert," I replied. "You're the expert around here," he retorted. "I love it when you two are so nice to each other," Mom said, sarcastically. Mr. Rayner had already arranged ahead of time so that we'd be camping next to them and the Walcotts. After a short drive, we spotted the Walcotts already at their campsite. They were still getting their tents and stuff setup for the weekend. As it turned out, our campsites weren't too far from the clubhouse. That was cool, I thought, especially considering we hadn't really given the owners much notice. Mr. Rayner was going to be good to have around. Peter and Mike came over with their fathers to help Jamie put our tent up. I didn't know how to help, so I just stayed out of their way. It was the first time I'd even seen my parents' tent. I was determined to explore our shed a little more when I got home. They were all naked already. The people camping close to us were also naked. I still had my clothes on until Pam walked up and asked what I was waiting on. It was exhilarating once I had my clothes off. I glanced around to see if anybody was staring at me, but they weren't. I might as well have had clothes on. I didn't know whether I should be disappointed or not. I wanted to feel sexy, but with nobody noticing my nudity it was difficult. Pam told me I'd get to where I wouldn't even think about the nudity. Yeah, right. It wasn't but only a moment later that an older man walked by our campsite. He had so much pubic hair that you could hardly make out his cock and testicles. I immediately dubbed him 'Wooly Bully'. Why didn't he trim that jungle just a little? You could get lost in that giving him a blowjob. Pam slapped my arm when she noticed me gawking. "I won't think about the nudity, huh?" I said to her. I glanced around a little more. I then spotted a man whose balls hung half way down his thighs! Those things were huge! You could ring the Liberty Bell with those knockers! His testicles were way out of proportion with his cock, which wasn't tiny either. Those things would do serious bodily harm if he got too carried away fucking your mouth. I dubbed him 'Jaw Breaker'. Pam grabbed my face, turning me to look at her. "Don't embarrass me, girl!" "It's a freak show around here!" "Not really. You'll get used to it. Just be cool. Don't act like a rookie. Pretend like you've been coming here for years." Maybe it had been a good idea not to tell me about this place when I was ten. Pam looked away for a moment. "Look over there," she said. I started to turn my head and she stopped me, "No, don't look at him, just look that way." I glanced in the direction she had looked. There was a really sexy man walking with this really sexy lady. He was ripped. "See, it's not just a freak show," Pam said, trying to be nonchalant. "I want to go camping with them," I stated, my voice indicating more optimism than before. "You're stuck with me, chica. And this isn't sex camp. So, behave." For some strange reason, I didn't believe her. There were too many perverts here, and I was one of them. ------- Once the guys had the tent up, we got the rest of the car unloaded, which was mainly air mattresses and sleeping bags. Mom had brought along a cooler and some chairs for us as well. It wasn't a whole lot of stuff, but it had filled up the car. We had bags for toiletries, makeup, and stuff. Mom had some food and snacks for us as well. We also brought a change of clothes for when we left on Sunday. Peter then took me on a tour of the place. He didn't try to hold my hand, which perturbed me a little. I didn't try to hold his either though. I wondered if he was a little miffed about my saying we weren't a couple a few days ago. I spotted some cabins a short distance away from the clubhouse. Peter told me those were for rent, and that some people rented them out for the whole summer. We turned to walk in the opposite direction and came face to face with someone we both knew pretty well. She didn't really look very comfortable seeing me either. "Hi, Mel," she said, sounding like she usually did. "Hi, Jennifer," I replied rather stiffly. I could tell she was checking me out. I got the impression she was sizing up her competition. It was the first time either of us had seen the other naked. I was impressed too. She was very pretty with clothes on. She was freakin' cute as fuck with them off. Her body was about my size, maybe slightly more muscular, but still very feminine. She had a very flat tummy like mine too. Her breasts were a little larger, but not enough for her to brag about. Her nipples were very sexy the way they topped off her breasts. Her lips were slightly fuller than mine too, very kissable. I thought she was very attractive. I couldn't blame Peter if he was interested in her. Fuck, I was interested in her! But she was the enemy. Peter finally spoke up, "I'm showing Mel around. This is her first time camping here." "I heard," Jennifer said. "What do you think of it so far?" "It's cool. I've seen some interesting ... things," I grinned. "I take it you've seen Wooly Bully?" She said, busting out into a smile. I couldn't believe she'd given him the same nickname! I laughed and said, "Girl, that man needs a hedge trimmer for Christmas." The tension I felt had eased a good bit. I was glad, but I wasn't about to forget what had brought that tension on. Jennifer walked around with us for a while. She told me some things to look out for, and some fun things to do. She told me to stay away from the hot tub at night. That's when it was filled with men who had been drinking. She'd gotten felt up one time by some dude sitting close to her while she was getting out. She was being really nice to me. In fact, she wasn't really paying a whole lot of attention to Peter while we walked together. Peter seemed just like himself too. If anything, he was looking at me more than her. "Let's go swimming," Jennifer said to us. "Anything I should know about the pool?" I asked. "Just don't pee in it," Peter said. Jennifer and I both popped his arm. There were a lot of people in and around the pool. It seemed to be the place to be during the day. Mostly it was just kids in the pool. The parents of the younger ones were in the water with them. The rest of the adults seemed to prefer to just layout on the lounge chairs around the pool. A few older teens were there too. A boy that looked a few years older than us swam up to the side of the pool. "Who's your friend," he asked, looking at Jennifer. "Melissa, this is my brother, Derek." Nice body I immediately observed. Even in the water I could tell he was yummy. "Hi, Melissa," he said. "Most people just call me 'Mel'," I told him. "Melissa is a prettier name," he said, flirting with me. I wondered if that bothered Peter. If it did, he didn't show it. "Half the girls in the world are named 'Melissa'," I replied. "You should sue them. The name fits you better," Derek said, scoring some big points with me. "Ignore my brother," Jennifer said to me. "He's just a horn dog." "Aren't all guys?" I asked, playfully poking her arm. "Hey!" Derek and Peter both protested at the same time. He and Peter seemed to be on good terms, but I doubted they'd ever hung out together given their age difference. I found out Derek had turned fifteen in June. That difference didn't matter between Derek and me though. He was almost the perfect age. Another year older and he'd be able to drive without an adult during the day. That would've been perfect. He might think I was too young, but I had what every fifteen year old boy wanted. Well, at least those that weren't gay. I then spotted Julie walking into the pool area. Derek immediately walked over to her. They both seemed very pleased to see each other. "Are they..." I started to ask. "Yeah," Jennifer replied. "They've been hanging out a lot this summer." I looked at Peter as if to ask 'why don't I know about this?' "They've just been hanging out," Peter replied. This boy was gonna have to learn how to gossip if he was going to hang with me. Jennifer chuckled, "Just hanging out, my ass. They've been inseparable lately. Sometimes I think she lives at our house." Way to go Julie, I thought. I so needed to start calling her more. I was definitely curious to know if she'd told Derek about her exploits, like the spanking she got from Kari while sucking off my father. We got in the pool together. We did some light horse playing, but tried not to upset the adults. Mostly Jennifer, Derek, and Peter talked about the campground, trying to get me up to speed. As well as everything was going, I kept a close eye on Jennifer the whole time. She was being cool though. She wasn't trying to hang on Peter or anything. Maybe I misjudged her? But then I remembered what Pam had told me. A few times when no one seemed to be paying attention to us, Peter would grab my butt. I suppose I should've taken exception to it, but I loved it, especially with Jennifer there as well. He'd better not try to grab her ass though. One time when we were close together in a corner of the pool, I grabbed his cock. "Mel! Don't give me a hard-on!" he quietly exclaimed. "No one will see it but me," I teased him. "I won't be able to get out of the pool if you get me hard." "I'll behave then," I said sweetly, and then tugged on his rapidly growing dick. "I'm serious, Mel! It's tough enough being in here with you." Awww! I was so going to fuck his eyes out later for that. "I'll really behave then. And I'll take care of that thing later." "Promise?" he asked, almost begging. "I'm gonna fuck you sideways, buster." I glanced down. His cock looked like a torpedo ready to sink my pussy. "You're enjoying torturing me!" he complained. "I swear, I'll be good now ... until later," I seductively said, and then swam off. He mostly stayed in that corner of the pool for the next little bit, willing his cock to go soft. After a while, he did join the rest of us again. Jennifer became very talkative with me. We'd always been pretty good friends. Even if she were competing for Peter's attention, she didn't seem to want it to come between the two of us. It left me puzzled though. I wanted to hate her in a big way, but I really liked her. "Guess what, Mel," Jennifer said. "You peed in the pool?" I joked. "Ha ha," she sarcastically replied. "My mom's going to be teaching at our school this year." I knew her mom had been a teacher where they'd lived before. She hadn't been able to get a teaching job last year after they'd moved. "Cool, I guess. Your mom will know everything about you this year though." "I don't mind. Mom isn't a bitch like a lot of teachers. You'll like her. I already know you're going to be in one of her classes." Holy shit. "This is a good thing?" I skeptically asked. "Yeah, trust me. My mom is sooo cool." "I've never even met your mom ... or dad," I said. "I don't even know what she looks like." "You'll get to meet her while you're here. I bet you'll really like her. She doesn't have a stick up her butt like most adults." God, this girl was so innocent and naive. Most of the adults I knew wanted to stick stuff up my butt. Jennifer added, "I'll take you by our cabin later today so you can meet her. She and dad went to the nearby town to get some things earlier. I doubt they're back yet." "I hope they remembered to put their clothes on." "She won't be a teacher for long if she didn't," she seriously said. She then put her hands on my arms, and said, "Mel, you can't ever tell anyone that she is a nudist. She'd likely get fired if anyone with the school district found out." "I know all about keeping secrets, chica," I reassuringly told her. "Don't sweat it, okay? Julie's parents are teachers too. I don't hurt people like that..." I said, before adding for her benefit, " ... even if they piss me off big time." She didn't seem to react to that though. She was being a cool cookie if she was trying to steal my sweetie. "Thanks, Mel. I knew you'd be cool." Something wasn't right with this. She sure wasn't acting like I was her rival for Peter's affections. If anything, she was back to her old self. Was she that good at playing me? After we got out of the pool, Jennifer told us she would see us later. She sorta hugged me when she did, which was a first for her. She didn't hug Peter though. I probably would've ripped her arms off if she had. ------- Chapter 28 We walked back to our campsites to eat some lunch. With all three of our families together, we had a lot to eat. Mr. Walcott had grilled some burgers and hot dogs. Mr. Rayner had prepared some baked potatoes and corn on the cob by wrapping it up in foil and putting them into the hot coals on his grill. I was totally impressed with this camping thing. It wasn't just about being naked. It could be fun even with clothes on. I then spotted Wooly Bully and Jaw Breaker again. It totally sucked that I wouldn't be able to tell my other friends about them. ------- After we ate, I walked around some with Penny, Pam, Kari, and Julie. The boys went off to do their thing, whatever that might be. While we were walking, they all teased me about Peter, but not in a bad way. Penny seemed to like the idea of me being with her brother. Pam then told them about Jennifer trying to steal him away from me. It made me wonder just where Jennifer was at while the guys were off together. The girls took me to a part of the campground where a lake was located. Some of the adults liked to fish from the lakeside. There were even a few boats tied to a small dock that could be used to fish from. A few canoes were also down by the dock. The area around the lake was kept up really nice. Because of the shape of the shoreline around the lake, there were a few alcoves that appeared to create isolated hillside spots near the water that a couple could probably sneak off to in order to have some privacy. The only way someone would likely see you is from a boat that was near or in the alcoves, or by someone walking over to them along the edge of the lake. I immediately thought it would be a great place to take Peter for some quality alone time. We laid out near the edge of the lake. It was interesting putting lotion on each other while some of the men were fishing. We got into showing off for their benefit. It wasn't every day that they got to watch four cute teen girls putting lotion on each other's naked bodies. It can take quite a while to put lotion on my little butt cheeks when someone like Kari is trying to make a sexy show out of it. And everyone knows it takes another girl to put lotion on my tits and between my legs. I'm just too uncoordinated to do it myself. We all made a point of turning over in very provocative ways, too. Did I really need to stick out my butt so blatantly in the direction of those men while I was on my hands and knees stretching out my towel? After about an hour, the other girls were ready to leave to look around some more. I decided I better go looking for Peter. That only brought on more teasing, but I was curious to see who he might be with. ------- After I walked around a little, I found him near the pool. "Hey, you," I said, bumping up against him while smiling sweetly. "Wanna walk with me?" "Definitely. I know just the place, too." We walked for a short time until we were at what looked like the start of a wide path through the woods. "This trail is kinda long," he told me. "It runs a circle and comes out not far from here." "I don't have anywhere to be," I reminded him. He smiled and took my hand in his as we started walking. Like the rest of the campground, it was well kept. As we walked, a few people ran past us. But for the most part, we were alone. "Some people like to go for a run along this path," Peter explained. "It's actually a good distance to the end. It goes around a good part of the campground." "Any places we can sit and be alone?" I hinted. He knew of a spot further along. He'd seen people there before laying out or just sitting around relaxing. We didn't say too much to each other along the way. It wasn't that we didn't have anything to say. We were just enjoying being together. I also had something on my mind. I'd made a decision, and just needed a good opportunity to act on it. When we reached the spot he was referring to, we spread out our towels to lie on together. It was tempting to start fooling around, but you never knew when someone would run up on you. Why couldn't this have been a sex campground? "Peter, you know what I said the other day about not officially being a couple?" "Yeah?" "I've been thinking more about that..." He didn't say anything. I looked at him and he seemed almost scared. He just looked back, keeping quiet. I got the impression he was afraid he would say the wrong thing. Some boys are smarter than others. Usually he's one of the smarter ones, but right then I wanted him to talk to me. "I really like you," I said. "I really like you, too." "The more I'm around you, the more I like you." "Mel, I'd rather be around you more than anyone else," he said. I looked at him softly. He seemed to take a long breath before he continued, "There's something I want to ask you." "Ask me anything." "You said you didn't want to rush things, and that we would talk when I got back from camping. But then you're suddenly coming camping, too..." "If you're asking if I talked Mom into coming because of you ... yeah, I did." That wasn't all there was to it. Jennifer played a bigger part in it. I wasn't going to tell him that though. "Why?" "Because I changed my mind." It was my prerogative. "About what?" Boys! God they can be so dense! "About you and me." "You want to be a couple now?" he asked tentatively. "Ask me and see." "Will you be my girlfriend?" "I thought you'd never ask!" I exclaimed, and pounced on him, kissing him deeply. We were seriously making out. Our hands were all over each other. His cock was harder than I'd ever felt it. I pulled him on top of me, wrapping my legs around his hips. He was lined up perfectly with my pussy. I pushed my heels against his butt and his cock slipped into my cunt. It felt so good and so right to have his cock in me. And I was so glad that I was on birth control so he didn't have to use a condom. I wanted his cum in me, the first time my boyfriend would cum in me, my first boyfriend at that. He said, "We're gonna get caught." "I don't care. I want my boyfriend to fuck me." I loved the way he was fucking me. He pumped into me in a steady rhythm while looking into my eyes. We were looking at each other in pure love, and we were celebrating our love with this fucking. We were both cumming hard after just a few minutes. Peter moved his face down so he could kiss me as I was getting very vocal as my orgasm hit me. If he hadn't kissed me, we would've probably had the whole camp running to see who was getting stabbed to death. I was gonna be dripping sperm for the rest of the day, too. Amazingly, no one came up on us. Then again, maybe they spotted us and went the other way. I didn't care. I'd just fucked my boyfriend. My first boyfriend, too. No matter who else I dated from here on out, he was always going to be special. Nobody was gonna spoil that either. We laid there kissing for the longest time. Finally though, we got ourselves together and walked the rest of the path. We stopped along the way at various spots to make out some more. It was just deep kissing though. We didn't dare risk trying to fuck again. We'd been extremely lucky at not getting caught before. My thighs were sticky with his cum and my juices that had leaked out while walking. I hoped nobody would notice the sheen from it on my legs. Plus I sounded kinda noisy when my legs rubbed together. I stopped him near the end of the path. We needed to talk about some things. Ground rules for one. "Peter, there's no sense in pretending that we're two ordinary people." "Yeah?" "I mean, our situation is a little ... uh ... unique." "Oh ... you mean..." "Yeah. And now that we're a couple ... and we're..." I stopped, and looked around carefully. "We're both doing incest ... as well as sex with our best friends ... and even some of their parents ... well..." I didn't have to say any more. He understood we really did need to talk about things. Neither of us knew everyone the other was fucking. I did know that he and his mom were fucking ... at least with him blindfolded. I'd had sex with all of our close friends' parents ... except my own. Well, except for the blowjob I gave Daddy ... and whatever they may have done to me blindfolded. I'm a complicated chick like that. "Do you think we should stop having sex with others?" he asked. "No. Not unless you want to stop ... and be totally exclusive." "Would you be okay with me having sex with other girls?" "Yeah, but I'm your girlfriend. You only date me. You only hold my hand. You only make out with me. You can fuck Julie, Kari and Sarah and your sisters ... and any of the adults, but no other girls ... unless we talk about it first." "What about you? I don't even know who all you're having sex with." "You know about Jamie and Mike." "You said sex with adults, too." "Yeah, aren't you doing them, too?" "A few..." "Who?" I asked. "You first." I started to complain that I'd asked him first, but decided to go ahead, "Promise you won't hate me?" "Mel, there's really nothing you can say that would surprise me enough to hate you. I'd be a hypocrite if I did." "Okay. Remember, you promised." I paused before rattling off the names of all the adults I knew I'd been with. "I've had sex with Mr. Walcott, Mrs. Walcott, Mr. Clark, Mrs. Clark..." I said, watching his eyes starting to go wide. " ... Pastor Thomas, Mrs. Thomas, and ... both of your parents." "Damn, Mel!" "You think I'm a slut, don't you?" Well, I was a slut. But right then he'd better not say I was one if he wanted to fuck me again anytime soon. "No!" I smiled at him. He started smiling back at me. We both knew I was probably one of the biggest sluts around. But he knew I was his girlfriend, with all the benefits that came with that. I'd be his slut. "So, what about you?" I asked. "What?" "Don't play dumb. Spill it." His list of people was much shorter. Of course, I was bisexual, which made my list twice as long. He admitted to his mom, Mrs. Clark, and Mrs. Walcott. I was surprised he hadn't been with Mrs. Thomas. I was also surprised he hadn't mentioned someone else. "You haven't been with my mom?" "Umm ... yeah." "You weren't going to tell me?" "I just told you." I lightly punched his arm, and then said, "It's cool. I can't complain. Have you fucked my mom a lot?" "Not a lot..." "Have you fucked her here at the campground?" "Yeah..." "Did you fuck her today?!" I asked, wondering when he'd have had the time! "No! A few times last year." His overall vagueness caught my attention, but I decided to let it go ... for the time being. "That's cool then. If she asks, don't tell her I know, okay?" "Okay, but why not?" "Just don't," I insisted. "So, we can each have sex with the people we mentioned ... including me with your mom?" This was getting really complicated. It's like we needed an assistant to keep up with who was available for each of us to fuck. It felt a little odd that I was about to agree to him fucking my mother whenever he wanted. But I couldn't complain since I was doing his parents, too. Fair is fair, I suppose. "Yeah ... if the rest is also okay with you." "Cool." I wondered if this was like setting up a prenuptial. We did kiss quite passionately to seal the deal. I was now his ball and chain. His old lady. I felt special. ------- Peter and I held hands as we walked to the pool to swim again. It was getting late in the afternoon, but we both wanted to swim some more. I immediately spotted Jennifer. She saw us, too. She didn't look all that happy to see us holding hands either. I made a point out of touching Peter even more, putting my arm around him, touching his face and stuff to show her he was mine. We swam in the pool for a little while. Jennifer got in with us, but she seemed more distant compared to earlier. At first, she seemed to keep some distance between us. She finally did swim over to me. I was a little surprised by what she told me, too. "You and Peter are a cute couple." "Thanks," I said, not quite sure what to make of what she said. "I was surprised to see you together at the movies." "It was our first date, but I've seen him a lot over the summer while hanging out with Pam. How do you know him?" "We met here about four years ago. We were just little kids then. The Rayners and Walcotts were here a lot, too. All their kids and I ... along with your brother when he started coming a few summers ago ... would swim together a lot. My parents met the Rayners and Walcotts while camping here years ago." "I just found out about my parents and Jamie going nude camping a few weeks ago." "Why didn't they tell you?" "I was... 'too young'" "That sucks. After I met you at school, and found out who your family was, I was curious why you weren't camping with them. Were you pissed off when you found out?" "Totally, but they're making it up to me now." "I'm glad you're here." I bet you are, bitch. "Do you like it, so far?" she asked. "It's pretty cool. Peter and I went walking around the path before we came to the pool. The lake is nice. Seems like a lot to do." "I wish you had been coming here before now," she said, almost forlornly. She seemed very sincere while talking to me. We hadn't hung out much outside of school, but she'd always seemed to want to be my friend. I'd always liked her, too, until she became a boyfriend stealing bitch. I wasn't about to let my guard down either, even if it meant sacrificing our friendship. "At least I'm here now," I stated. " ... with Peter." I made a point of emphasizing the last part. I'm sure she picked up on it, too. After a moment, she said, "I gotta go. My parents like to eat about this time." "Okay, see ya later." She looked at me really odd as she was getting out of the pool. She almost looked hurt, but something just didn't seem to make sense. She was obviously uncomfortable with me a little, but she wasn't acting like she was mad or anything. It left me feeling uneasy about everything. I felt like the bottom might drop out from under me at any time. ------- We ate supper together again at our tents. It was sort of like a block party, except everyone was naked. The men had grilled some chicken during the afternoon. It was fun hanging out with everyone at the same time without sex being the motivating reason. Word spread quickly among everyone that Peter and I were now a couple. Pam and Penny did some sisterly teasing of their brother. Of course, Jamie had to joke about it some, but he hugged me and said he was glad things worked out like I wanted. He really could be a sweet brother when he wanted. Mrs. Rayner also hugged me and jokingly 'welcomed me to the family'. I thought, what the fuck have I just done? I'm now the girlfriend of the son of the weirdest family ever. Somehow, as creepy as it all was, it still felt right. At least I walked into this knowing ahead of time just how perverted they all were. The wildest thing was that Mom had to know about them. She just had to! And she'd helped make all this happen over the past few weeks. It's what I'd wanted though. I was happy, and that's all that really mattered. After we helped clean up and put things away, Peter and I went to check out the hot tub. The air was cooling down a good bit by then, and I thought the hot tub would be a great place for the two of us to sit and chill together. The campground had two hot tubs. They both were pretty big. We picked the one with the fewest people in it. They were all couples, which made me more comfortable. Most of them had a beer bottle or can in their hand. That didn't bother me though. Some of them had obviously been drinking for much of the day based on how they were acting. Their jovial talk was testament to that. Peter and I slipped into the tub, side by side. Beneath the bubbles, we put a hand in each other's lap. Neither of us could resist feeling up the other. It was cool though. He was my boyfriend. I felt like that gave each of us the privilege to touch each other intimately without the need to seek approval first. A middle aged man who I'd seen with his wife by the pool earlier in the day got in our hot tub, sitting across from us. He seemed to be alone. His wife must've been doing other things. He looked like he was a little more wasted from drinking than the others. As some time went by, I also noticed that he seemed to have this thing for staring at me. Because of that, I dubbed him 'Mr. Pervert'. The couples were mostly talking with each other about some boring shit. Peter and I just chilled out while masturbating each other. Occasionally I looked over at Mr. Pervert. Every time I caught him staring at me. I should've been pissed, but I didn't let it bother me. Actually, it inspired me to do some things to tease him. For the most part, I'd been sitting down so that the water was up to my neck. The bubbles obscured his view of my perky little tits. So, I started sitting up a bit more so that they were visible. I also made a point of wiping imaginary specks of dirt off of them. I even went as far as cupping them a time or two. The others in the pool didn't even notice, but Mr. Pervert certainly did. He had even sat up a little himself, and his head was leaning over a bit more as he gawked at me. Peter didn't really seem to notice him, but he wasn't into older men anyways. He was too busy fingering me. The other couples got out together to cool off for a bit. Mr. Pervert stayed glued to his spot though. He wanted more of a show, so I gave it to him. I slipped up so that I was sitting on the edge of the tub, and kept my legs open in a very unlady-like manner. Peter took the opportunity to rub my calves under the water, which felt great. I loved that Peter was worshipping my body. He's a good boyfriend like that. He was going to be well rewarded for that, too. Mr. Pervert also was worshipping me. For his persistence, he got a perfect view of my pussy. I made a point of also rubbing the inside of my thighs close to his object of lust. I also stretched my arms while pushing out my chest so that my little boobies stuck out as much as possible for his viewing pleasure. I eventually got tired of teasing Mr. Pervert though. Peter was ready to get out and do something else as well. As I was leaving, I casually waved goodbye to Mr. Pervert. He seemed to be hypnotized by my butt though. He did wave back as I was walking away. ------- We walked over to the pool to swim for a little bit. The water felt great after just getting out of the hot tub. A short time later, Mr. and Mrs. Walcott walked into the pool area. I waved at them, getting their attention. They came over and talked to us for a few moments, indicating they were waiting on some friends to join them at the hot tubs. I told them about Mr. Pervert. Mr. Walcott laughed and said there always seemed to be at least one guy like him hanging around to watch the women and girls during the evening. A couple about the same age as the Walcotts came into the pool area. Based on everyone's reactions, this was the couple the Walcotts were hooking up with. Peter even seemed to know who they were. They looked so familiar. I was certain I'd seen or met them somewhere before. I just couldn't place them though. After Mr. Walcott waved to them, they began walking over to join us. As they got closer, it hit me. I'd definitely seen them before. Oh, my God! This was too sick! Mrs. Clark had, in her own way, already introduced me to them. They were the couple I'd seen in the very first picture with a man and woman Mrs. Clark had shared with me! This same woman had been on her knees in front of this same man ... sucking his cock! As they reached us, Mrs. Walcott made the introductions. "You already know Peter," she said to the couple. Then she introduced us. Looking at me, Mrs. Walcott said, "This is Melissa, Gregg and Andrea's daughter. Melissa, this is Carl and Janet Preston." No fucking way! Jennifer's parents?! "Nice to finally meet you, Melissa," Mr. Preston said. His wife added, "I believe you're friends with my daughter, Jennifer." "Yes, ma'am. It's nice to meet you both," I said, amazingly keeping my composure. Jennifer's parents were probably having sex with Sarah's parents! Probably even my own! How much did Jennifer know? I tried not to stare at them, but I couldn't help it. I then saw Jennifer walk into the pool area. She headed over to join us, too. I swallowed hard as the realization of who they were sunk in further. Jennifer said, "Hi, everyone." She looked at me staring at her parents, "I guess you just met my mom and dad." "Yeah," I said, still staring at her parents as they walked off with the Walcotts toward the hot tubs. "Earth to Mel!" Peter said, getting my attention. Jennifer then gave me a puzzled look. I suddenly felt an odd sense of sympathy for her. I seriously doubted she knew her parents were swingers. I dove into the pool and swam to the other end to get away from Jennifer for a short time. I wasn't sure what to say to her at that moment. I then regretted my decision when I looked back and saw Jennifer and Peter talking. When I got out of the pool and walked back over to join them, Jennifer bluntly said she needed to leave. She told Peter goodbye, but didn't say anything to me. This time, I got a clear impression that she was mad at me. "What's going on with her?" I asked Peter. "I think she's hooking up with a friend of hers." That didn't explain her abrupt exit, or snubbing me. "What's she mad at me about?" "She's not mad at you," he said. "I think she's just in a hurry." "What did you say to her before I walked up?" I asked, very curious to hear his reply. I hated interrogating Peter, but something wasn't right about this. "Nothing much." I glared at him waiting for something a little more detailed than that. "I told her that we would probably be partying some a little later at our campsite if she wanted to come ... and that you were my girlfriend now." I popped his arm hard, and sternly asked "My being your girlfriend is 'nothing much'?" "I didn't mean it like that..." he began defending himself. I glanced back in the direction she'd left, and then back at Peter. I then let it drop. I didn't want to fight with him just hours after we'd officially hooked up. I assumed Jennifer was pissed off about that as well. I was betting she wouldn't want anything else to do with me. I'd locked up the boy she was crushing on before she could. Tough shit. But, holy shit! Her parents! Gawd! ------- Kari and Penny came by the pool looking for us. They were ready for us to come join them at our campsite to have some fun together. All our parents were either in one of the hot tubs or 'visiting' some friends. I hadn't seen Mom going through the pool area to get to one of the hot tubs. I was very tempted to go look for her. The idea that she'd play around while Daddy was at home really bothered me. It just seemed too much like cheating to me. Peter and I were walking back to our tents when we passed his mom. I told Peter to go on and I'd catch up with him in a minute so I'd have a chance to talk to Mrs. Rayner alone. "Do you know where my mom is?" "She went to a friend's cabin earlier. She's supposed to meet us at the hot tubs later," she replied. "Why? Can I help you with something?" "I was just curious. I hadn't seen her lately." "She's fine, Melissa," she said. "Go have fun with Peter and the others. If you want, I'll tell her you need to see her." "I don't need to see her really..." I said, kicking at the ground. "Don't worry, sweetie," she said, reassuringly. "Your Mom is fine." "Would my daddy think she is?" "Is that what you're worried about? If it is, then don't. Your father isn't worrying about her. They have a solid marriage. Trust me, okay?" "Okay," I said, finally smiling. I took what she said to mean my parents had an understanding about situations like this. My parents got along great. They very rarely argued with each other, at least not when I was around to overhear. Of course, they had disagreements. Mom would sometimes look frustrated after talking to Daddy, but I'd never had a concern about my parents' marriage. But then again, I'd never suspected everything I now knew about them. "Umm..." "Yes?" Mrs. Rayner asked. "Last year, Mrs. Clark showed me a picture of a couple I didn't know ... having sex." She cocked her head slightly waiting on me to go on. "Jennifer's parents were in the picture," I told her. "I didn't know who they were until I just met them." "They're swingers, Mel. Just like me and my husband. You need to keep that a secret." "Oh, I will. You know that. But what all do they know?" "You mean about you?" "Well, not just me. The stuff involving the rest of us... 'you know'." She lowered her voice some, saying, "They don't know everything, but they know a good bit. Don't worry about them though, sweetie. We all trust them." "Do they know about ... you know... 'your family'?" She chuckled at the way I was putting things, "They don't know about... 'my family'. But they do know that you kids are involved with all of us." "Are they... 'involved' ... with any of us kids?" I wasn't sure why I thought I had to talk to her in code. She was getting a kick out of it though. "Not that I know of," she answered. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She'd lied to me once before. She quickly remembered that, too. "That's the truth, Melissa," she reassured me. "I don't need to hide things from you anymore. You know so much now that it doesn't matter if you know everything." I decided I could trust her. After all, I was now part of... 'the family'. "Are Jennifer and Derek ... you know... 'involved'?" Mrs. Rayner replied, "Not with any of us. So, don't tell either one of them anything about... 'you know'." She looked around for a moment, and then told me, "Very few of our friends know about what Kent and I do with our kids. So don't let on that anything is going on. I don't know how the Prestons would react if they found out." "If they reacted badly, you at least know a secret that would hurt them. They'd likely keep what they found out a secret knowing they could get exposed as nudists." "Well, yeah. But Janet would only get fired. It would be a lot worse for me and everyone else. Using secrets against each other can only backfire." "Yeah, I hadn't thought of it that way. I promise to never breathe a word to Jennifer and Derek ... or their parents." Mrs. Rayner kissed me on the cheek. "I'm glad you're Peter's girlfriend." "He's got a cool mom," I grinned while blushing. She hugged me before I ran to catch up with Peter. ------- I caught up with Peter back at our tents. With the adults gone, things quickly deteriorated into drinking, sex, and other debauchery. Peter had scored some weed again. I needed to ask him about that sometime. I didn't want a drug lord for a boyfriend. The beer was easy enough to get a hold of since our parents just left it in the coolers. If they'd really wanted to keep us away from it, they'd have locked it in their vehicles. Penny and Kari had to keep reminding us to keep the noise down or we'd get a visit from the campground owners. That was never a good thing. They'd throw us all out if they caught us. I was much more at ease fooling around with everyone this time compared to the Saturday I spent two weeks ago at the Rayners. I wasn't avoiding Peter this time. I couldn't stay off of him. I liked being able to fuck my boyfriend when I wanted to. I didn't even mind if he wanted to screw around with the other girls. I planned on having my own fun, too. I'd be sure to let him know throughout the night that he was special to me though. Peter sat with me much of the time. But after sitting around drinking and smoking weed for a little while, everyone was getting rather horny. Mike started making out with Penny. Kari wasn't going to let her friend get too far ahead of her, so she grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him over beside her. At first, Peter was rather tentative about doing anything with Kari. Even though we'd talked about it earlier, he wasn't sure I was going to be cool about him having sex with her. He knew his sisters were no problem. I gave him a reassuring smile, but he still acted rather reluctant to let go and enjoy Kari. So, I moved over to join Penny and Mike. After I went down on Mike's cock, Peter finally seemed to take that as approval to do what he wanted with the other girls. With Pam joining in with Kari, Peter's attention was clearly no longer on me. As wasted as they were getting, Kari and Penny were able to keep us from getting too out of control. We were keeping the noise down for the most part. However, Penny reminded everyone to stuff something in my mouth if they were going to get me off. "Make sure she's got a cock or sock in her mouth if you're gonna fuck or go down on her," Penny advised everyone. "We don't need people thinking someone is dying in here." I acted all huffy and indignant. She looked at me sympathetically, "Mel, I love you like a sister, but we're gonna get busted if we don't gag you." I started blushing. Some of the others took the opportunity to add their comments. "Peter's gonna have to sound proof their house when they get married," Mike joked. He got a good pop on the arm for that. "They could live out by the airport," Jamie added. "The neighbors will think it's just another plane." I shook a fist at Jamie, but he knew I wasn't really mad. I took all the jokes in stride. I knew I could be loud sometimes when I came. I wasn't nearly as bad as they were making me out to be though. At least I didn't think I was. Peter was the only one not teasing me. I picked a smart boyfriend. Interestingly, Jamie wasn't doing much of anything with the other girls. His cock had been standing tall and proud most of the evening, as it usually did when he was horny. Penny and Kari did take turns sucking his cock at one point, but he seemed a little uncomfortable about it. I wasn't sure what was up with that. I figured I could ask him about it later though. I moved over beside him, and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. "Are you saving that for someone special?" "Yeah, you." "Little ol' me?" I pretended to be flattered. The next thing I knew, he had me on my hands and knees, fucking me from behind. He was really pounding away at me too. I liked it rough sometimes with Jamie. But he was acting like someone possessed almost. I didn't complain though. He had me cumming like crazy as he grunted and stabbed deep inside me again and again. When he finally slammed into me and started spurting, I could feel each and every jerk of his cock as he filled me up. He finally collapsed down on the ground, pulling me with him. He was breathing hard. So was I. "God, I needed that," he said rather raggedly. "You can do me any time like that," I said, reaching to softly caress his cheek. Well, it was a great fuck! Julie finally showed up after spending much of the evening with Derek. We had to be cool while Derek was there. He knew nothing about all the incest stuff going on with all of us. I was surprised Julie hadn't somehow already brought him into the fold. After Derek kissed her goodnight and left, Julie sat by me. "Derek's cute. How long have you two been together?" "Most of the summer," she said. "We've known each other for a while though." "You met him here?" I asked her. "Yeah. At first, he wasn't interested in me. But I was kinda young at the time," she said. "Toward the end of the school year, he started calling me a lot." "He probably had a crush on you for a while." "I think so. I haven't asked him about it," she replied. "He started showing up whenever I told him I was going somewhere. It got pretty obvious what was going on." "Did you like him at the time?" "Don't tell anyone, but I've been crushing on him since last summer," she said, blushing. "He was perving on me a lot." "Yeah?" I asked, hoping she'd elaborate. "Like, when we were in the pool here together, he'd cop feels of my butt while we were underwater." "Really?" "Sometimes we'd be near the edge of the pool with others, and he'd move beside me and start playing with my ass, even reaching far enough to touch my pussy." "You just let him?" "I liked him, Mel. I'd have let him do a whole lot more," she said. "He never tried though. He'd hang around me, but he'd never try to really talk or do anything with me." "Was he too shy?" "Maybe. Or he might have thought I was too young. I was practically flat chested." I knew her pain. We were always pretty close in size. She's a little more petite than me though. "He seems to really like you now," I fondly said. "You seemed to like him a lot as well." "We've been hanging out together all summer," she said. She spoke more quietly as she said, "He fucked me for the first time earlier this month after my mom got me on birth control." "When was that?" "I started on the pill July 8th." Holy crap. I bet my mom and Mrs. Clark had been talking with her mom about putting us all on birth control at the same time. "Our periods are all pretty close together," I said. "You, Pam, Sarah and me. We need to have a period party sometime." "That would be cool," she giggled. "Our boyfriends won't want to party with us, so we can do our own thing." That could get ... interesting. "So, you guys hang out a lot at his house?" "Most of the time. We can be alone more there." "That's cool," I said. "His parents don't mind you being over all the time?" "They've never said anything." "They don't mind you guys having sex?" "I'm not really sure they know. We're always careful when we do fool around." "Does his sister know?" "I think so. She doesn't try to hang around us though, but she probably has heard us." "Does Derek know... 'you know'?" I asked. She knew I was referring to all the other sex going on within all our families. "No! He doesn't even know that I've made out with girls." Julie started touching me, rubbing my thigh softly. I asked, "Would he mind you making out with me?" "Maybe, but I've wanted to for a while," she affectionately said. "We never really got the chance when we spent the night in Pam's backyard." She kissed me tenderly. Her touches were soft and gentle. She took a little time licking and sucking my nipples. As she kissed her way down my tummy, I stopped her. "I'm full of cum." "So am I," she said. "Derek doesn't taste bad at all though." She blushed and giggled. "I suppose you know what Jamie tastes like," I replied, grinning. I maneuvered so that I could go down on her while she was licking me. She was right, too. Derek's cum wasn't much different than the others. I was certain she'd already had a taste of Peter. I then wondered if Jennifer had ever sampled her brother. I didn't think about it but just a moment though. Julie was doing an outstanding job with my clit. The girl had a talented tongue. I knew I was going to be noisy with the orgasm she was bringing on, so I just held my mouth tightly to her little pussy. I'm not sure, but the vibrations from my muffled scream brought her orgasm on as well. After our orgasms subsided somewhat, we cuddled and kissed. Her nipples were fun to suck and nibble on. She also was kinda ticklish. I made her really squirm while licking her bellybutton. In retaliation, she got on top of me and pinned me down, threatening to tickle me. I pulled my hands free, and reached around her to grab her butt cheeks. "I'll spank your little ass if you do," I quietly told her. "You'd probably like it though." She scrunched her lips, and looked at me cautiously. "How do you know about that?" she awkwardly asked. "Only Kari and a few others know." "Let's just say I accidentally found out," I grinned. She looked a little upset at my revelation. "I won't tell anyone, girl," I sincerely said. "If you don't want me to." "Thanks," she simply said, and kissed me deeply. I was surprised that she was concerned about others knowing about her being into spankings and such. A little later during the evening after Peter and I started seriously making out, the rest of them took the opportunity to have some fun with it. "Look at the honeymooners," Mike teased. Jamie said, "Dude, they're not married. They're living in sin." A somewhat drunk Kari protested our ungodly ways. "What?! They're not married? This is not acceptable!" she lightheartedly complained. "What kind of example are they setting for little Mike, Jamie, Pam, and Julie?" Of course, calling Mike and Jamie 'little' just got them swinging their cocks around in protest. Penny then decided it was time to make us an honest couple. "Living in sin just won't do." Kari joked at her best friend, "When did you begin having problems with living in sin?" "Hush, non-believer," she playfully chided. She then looked at me and Peter, "I won't stand for my brother sullying this girl's reputation." Pam and Jamie hooted at that. I'd see to it that they both would pay for it later. "Silence!" Penny demanded. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled from the tent by Kari and Pam. Kari went to her tent and got a long plain white towel, tying it around my waist so it would drag like the train on a wedding dress. Pam found some wild flowers for me to use as a bouquet. She also got one of her panties so they could tie it around my thigh as a garter. The guys weren't even that imaginative with Peter. Penny at least gave them a hair tie to use as a wedding ring. I probably should've been at least a little pissed about them making fun of us, but I was having a fun time with it, too. Smoking weed probably had a lot to do with that, but I was already in a good mood. I was escorted back into the tent to a drunken rendition of 'Here Comes the Bride'. It's what I'd always dreamed my wedding day would be like. "She's wearing white," Pam snickered. I was a good sport though. I knew Pam's day would eventually come. Julie even joined in, "I heard she has to get married." I just scrunched my lips and let them have their fun. The wedding went off with few problems. Penny pretended to be Pastor Thomas. Pam was my maid of honor. Mike was the best man. When Penny asked if anyone objected, Mike complained that Peter wasn't marrying a virgin. Penny laid hands on my pussy, pretending that she was going to perform a miracle and restore my honor. Jamie complained that would take all night, even for someone with godlike powers. So, Penny said she'd just restore my hymen instead. That had everybody rolling around, laughing like crazy. The weed contributed a lot to that. However, I made a mental note to bitch slap all of them later. It took a moment before they all recovered so the wedding could continue. With all the objections taken care of, we proceeded to the vows. Penny made me promise to suck Peter's cock once a day, always swallowing, and to kick his ass if he ever left the toilet seat up. She made Peter promise to obey me in all things at all times, or she would kick his ass. "What I've put together, let no one put asunder," Penny finally proclaimed. "Or they'll have to answer to me." I knew she loved her little brother. She'd probably put my ass asunder if I intentionally tried to hurt him. Once all the formalities were out of the way, Peter and I kissed deeply. Penny wasn't satisfied with that though. "Hold on, you two," she said, as we started to sit down. "Consummate this fucker right now ... right here at the altar." Peter and I just looked at each other. We'd already fucked earlier. Now we were going to do it for everyone to watch. "Start consummating ... and it better be good," Penny commanded. Fortunately, neither of us had any performance anxiety. We started to be silly about it, but ended up seriously making love. Peter was very affectionate with his touches. He kissed and licked his way from my mouth to my pussy, making me squeal as I came. Amazingly, no one tried to cover my mouth. He then moved between my legs and began slowly pushing himself inside my pussy while kissing me. His lips moved to my neck, nibbling and sucking. God it felt incredible. I forgot that there were others around. It was just him and me. I wrapped my legs around him, encouraging him to fuck me more urgently. My pussy was throbbing and squeezing his cock tightly. I was moaning most of the time, but no one attempted to get me to be quieter. We both let go as our fuck became frenzied, overwhelmed by our lust for each other. He finally grunted loudly and slammed his hips against me as he spurted his cum deep in me. I was lost in my own orgasm. We both were out of breath and sweaty. He was still on top of me, caressing me. We smiled at each other gently. It was the best fuck ever. I then realized that everyone else had been rather quiet while watching us. Pam finally exclaimed, "That was awesome!" "Now that's what I call a consummation!" Julie added. When I finally was able to sit up, Penny leaned close to my ear, and softly told me, "I knew you were in love with my brother." I still wasn't sure I was 'in love' with Peter, but whatever it was, it felt incredible. I was sure it wasn't because of the weed either. She then added, "You'd make a terrific porn actress, too." I looked at her a little wide-eyed, but she didn't react to it. It freaked me out though, considering what I knew about my mom. Penny then playfully complained, "We forgot to get a wedding photographer!" "No we didn't," Jamie said, holding up our parents' video camera where I could see it. He'd apparently concealed it well enough so that I wouldn't know he was recording everything. "Oh, no you don't, mister!" I said, urgently moving toward him. Jamie jumped up and ran out of the tent laughing, taking the camera with him. I didn't try running after him. I did wonder just how long it would take before everyone saw the video. Oh, well. I hoped they would all think I was a terrific porn actress. Needless to say, the wedding reception was just an orgy. It seemed rather appropriate at the time. The best man got to fuck the bride, too. The maid of honor was her usual slutty self with her brother. I noticed Jamie still shying away from initiating anything with the other girls. Julie had him pinned down with her pussy in his face, but I'd yet to see him fuck anyone during the evening other than me. As far as I knew, he'd only had one orgasm, and he was inside me at the time. No one said anything about it, although I was sure I couldn't have been the only one to notice. Before things got too far along, I got to throw my bouquet, which I made sure Pam caught. Peter threw my garter at Mike. We demanded they get married, too. Penny said one wedding was enough for one night though. I think she was more interested in getting fucked at the time. While everyone was making out, Peter grabbed my hand and pulled me outside of the tent. He stood close to me, holding both my hands. "I hope you were okay with what Penny did." "The wedding?" I asked, and he nodded. "It was cool. She was just having fun." "I really like you, Mel," he said before kissing me deeply. He then hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I love you." I pulled back and looked at him very passionately. I started to say it, but didn't. The kiss I then gave him told him I felt the same, even if I hadn't said it. ------- Eventually we started winding down, especially when a few of the adults started coming back to the tents. The campground had a rule about noise after a certain time of the night. They herded us all into our own tents, too. Mom wasn't back yet, but the adults that were there made sure Jamie and I were settled down in our tent. We had two air mattresses in Mom's tent. Jamie crashed on one of them. He was all sprawled out on it, leaving little room for anyone else. Mom had said earlier than she and I were going to share an air mattress though. So I flopped down on the other one. I was pretty wasted, and fell asleep quickly. Sometime during the night, I woke up and realized I was still alone on the air mattress. Immediately I wondered if Mom had even come back from her 'visiting'. Then I heard some movement outside. I crawled over to the opening of the tent and peeked outside. Mom was walking toward the tents with Mr. Rayner and Mrs. Walcott, and he was being very friendly with both of them. He also had a very noticeable erection, which would've been frowned upon earlier. They'd clearly been having a good time, including Mom. She'd obviously been drinking some based on the way she was walking. They stopped walking not too far from our tent. I was about to jump back on my mattress when Mr. Rayner moved behind Mom. He reached around to cup her tits in his hands. He then squeezed her nipples, pulling and tugging on them. She seemed to like that a lot. She probably liked the feel of his hard-on against her butt, too. Mrs. Walcott watched for only a moment before she stepped in front of Mom and slipped a hand between Mom's legs. Based on the way her hand was moving, Mom was getting a pretty good finger fucking. Suddenly Mom took a wider stance and thrust her butt back towards Mr. Rayner who immediately started to pump his cock into her. Mrs. Walcott continued stroking the front of Mom's pussy. I watched Mom's body start to tremble as her orgasm started. It was a damn good thing the people camping around us had already settled down. Otherwise, they really would've embarrassed me with their wanton wickedness. After a moment, Mr. Rayner threw his head back and Mom kissed Mrs. Walcott hard on her lips. To me it seemed they were both coming hard. They finally parted and Mom kissed both of them rather passionately. She told them goodnight, which was my cue to get my little ass back on the mattress. Glancing toward the entrance to the tent, I watched Mom clumsily opening the flap to come inside. I pretended to be asleep while expecting her to crawl onto the mattress beside me. But she didn't. Instead, she laid down on Jamie's mattress on the side closest to me. I kept peeking at her as she got herself comfortable. I could smell Mr. Rayner's cum in her slit that was seeping out onto her thighs. It didn't take her long to doze off either. After that, I fell back asleep, too. Sometime later, I woke up again. I felt a little sticky from sweating. It was somewhat muggy outside, even though it had cooled down a good bit. It was the first time since we'd arrived that I wished I was back home. I glanced over at Mom, who appeared to be asleep. She was lying on her side facing me. I then leaned up slightly to see if Jamie was asleep as well. He might have been asleep, but his cock sure wasn't. He was on his back, and his pecker was standing proudly. I grinned at the thought of Mom waking up finding him like that while sleeping with him. His hard cock looked so good in the little bit of light shining into the tent. It was a shame that such an impressive erection was going to waste. I thought about getting up and going outside the tent to try to unwind so I could go back to sleep, but decided to just lay back, shut my eyes, and will myself back to sleep. Closing my eyes though only got me picturing Jamie's impressive erection in my mind ... which only got me horny. I'd have been better off just leaving the tent for a while. Now I was going to have to masturbate before I could relax enough to go back to sleep. The only concern I had was that if Mom opened her eyes, she'd easily see me getting myself off. While we'd certainly gotten more comfortable around each other over the past few weeks, I've never felt all that relaxed about playing with myself in front of other people. Sure, I hadn't had a problem participating in group sex in front of an audience, but just the thought of someone watching me touch myself gave me the willies. I'm just weird like that. But, I was going to have to take matters into my own hands if I was going to get back to sleep anytime soon. Keeping my eyes closed, I slid one hand between my legs and pressed it against my mound. I played with a nipple with my free hand. I moved my hand against my pussy, slipping a finger inside. As long as I kept my eyes closed, I thought I could pretend that I was in the tent alone. If Mom happened to wake up, I wouldn't know it. She likely wouldn't say anything about it anyways. My pussy was rather juicy from thinking about my brother's boner. I imagined myself sitting on it, and riding him until I was worn out. The idea of doing that while Mom lay beside us made me that much more horny. Because of that, I started humping against my hand as I slid another finger inside. It didn't take very long for me to come that way either. I covered my mouth with my other hand to keep myself from making too much noise. I kept my hand over my pussy as it continued to throb. That orgasm was just what I'd needed. I felt very relaxed. Out of curiosity, I leaned up to see if Jamie's cock was still waving proudly. My eyes went wide when I saw that Jamie had taken matters into his hand like I'd done. He was jerking off next to Mom. I guess he felt she wouldn't catch him at it with her back turned to him. I leaned up more to get a better look. He appeared to be asleep, almost like he was having a dream. He wasn't really trying to be still, which surprised me. The way he was going, he was bound to wake up Mom. I figured I better lay back down in case she did. It was going to be awkward enough just dealing with a masturbating son, much less having to deal with a perverted daughter watching him. Then Jamie turned on his side facing Mom's back. He scooted up closer to her, like he was about to snuggle with her. Mom was about to get a real surprise. I so wanted to reach across and slap the shit out of him to wake him up, but things were happening too fast. Only moments later, the hand that had been so busy with his cock moved over Mom's body to rest on her left breast. He was snuggled up against her back now, and his hand was playing with her tit. I couldn't believe what was happening right in front of me! Then Mom moved her left hand up off the mattress to cover Jamie's! Oh, my God! I was totally freaking out. They both still seemed to be asleep, too. Mom began breathing more deeply, but kept her eyes closed. I quickly leaned up to see if Jamie was awake, but his eyes were still closed, too. Looking over at him, he was humping slightly against Mom's ass. I couldn't see his dick though. I finally couldn't stand it, and got up on my knees so I could lean over to see where his cock was at. The underside of his shaft was pressing into the crack of her ass. He was dry humping her butt! I looked back down at Mom's face. At some level of consciousness, she had to know someone was playing with her tit and moving against her butt. She just had to! Then she almost scared the crap out of me by slightly lifting her left leg, moving her foot so that she was spread open some for her dreamy lover. Jamie reacted by situating his body until his cock was now sliding between her legs. The top side of his shaft was now rubbing along Mom's pussy. Things were so out of control at that point. They both had to have been somewhat aware of what they were doing. Did Mom think she was in bed with Daddy? Did Jamie think he was in bed with someone like Mrs. Clark? I doubted he was dreaming about Sarah. Her boobies aren't nearly as big as Mom's. At that point, I wasn't about to do anything that might wake them out of whatever dream they were having. I just lay back down and watched. Jamie was so close to fucking Mom. Even from where I was lying, I could see the pre-cum leaking out of his cock. Mom's pussy was making its own moisture, too. All it would take for them to end up fucking was a little shift in the way either of them was laying. Then my eyes really went wide when Mom's hand, that had been holding Jamie's hand against her breast, moved down to grab his cock. Was she going to put it inside of her?! Could I let that happen? I was tempted to throw my pillow at Mom to wake her up, but instead I just kept staring at the scene unfolding in front of me. Fortunately, Mom only used her hand to rub his humping cock against her pussy even more than it was. She was using his cock to masturbate with. I watched as she pressed his shaft firmly against herself as it slid along her wet slit and against her clit. She began to really squirm. Her butt was moving sensuously against Jamie, which seemed to cause him to rut against her more urgently. His hand was still squeezing her breast, pulling hard on her nipple at times. I was amazed Mom was still asleep. I honestly didn't think she was, but she hadn't opened her eyes even once. Moments later, Jamie began groaning a good bit, and his cock started spurting. Mom's hand trapped much of his sperm. She was still rubbing his cock against her cunt as his cum spurted out on her hand and pussy. This went on for what seemed like several minutes. Mom had Jamie really moaning as she kept rubbing what was likely to be a very sensitive cock. Finally, he pulled away from her and rolled over onto his back. I leaned up a little and saw that he was still asleep. His cock laid against his torso covered in his and Mom's juices. I lay back down and watched Mom as she continued rubbing her pussy, covered in Jamie's cum. I squeezed my legs together when she slipped a couple of fingers inside herself, pushing Jamie's cum inside as well. Mom's whole body grew tense. The expression on her face told me everything I needed to know. She was rubbing herself furiously, bringing on her own orgasm. I couldn't take my eyes away from the obscene sight of my mother using her son's cum to get off with. Finally I lay back down on my side, as Mom's hand stopped moving. She cupped her pussy for a little longer though, obviously enjoying the feeling as her orgasm ebbed. I glanced at her face again and froze. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking at me. She didn't say anything though. She just looked at me intently. She was definitely awake now. She seemed to be lost in her thoughts though. What was she going to say to me? What could she say? She pulled her hand away from her pussy, still covered in Jamie's sperm. We both looked at it. She then leaned up and started looking around for something. Finally she found what she was looking for, reaching for a towel to wipe herself off with. She looked back over at me again. I was still lying on my side, with my head turned to look up at her. After she'd wiped herself good, she then surprised me by getting on the mattress I was on, laying down behind me. She snuggled up against my back and put her hand on my arm. "Are you okay?" she whispered. "Yeah, I guess," I whispered back. "Whether you believe me or not, I thought I was dreaming." I turned so that I was on my back with Mom still on her side. She moved her hand so that it was on my stomach. "The whole time?" I softly asked. "At first." "When did you wake up?" She was quiet for a few moments before responding, "While he was humping my butt." "Before you lifted your leg?" "Yes," she softly admitted. My mouth just hung open. I didn't know what to say to that. "Don't judge me, Melissa. I didn't do anything you didn't do with your father on the couch." I took a deep breath. She was right, but she was supposed to be the adult here. It was hard for me not to judge her. She was the one who was supposed to rise above temptation. "Honey, he was going to cum on my back and ass if I didn't do something. If I was going to get slimed, I was at least going to enjoy it." I quietly giggled, followed by Mom. "Did you get horny watching?" she brazenly asked. "Yeah, but I'd already cum just before," I admitted with an embarrassed grin, feeling oh so naughty for having said that to her. "I had gotten horny watching you with Mr. Rayner and Mrs. Walcott." "Bad girl, it's not nice to watch your mother," she teased, pinching near my belly button, which made me squirm and giggle more. When she stopped, I asked, "Has that ever happened with Jamie before?" "A few times," she said, with the same embarrassed grin I'd had. "The first time, he did cum on my butt. After that, I figured I better take matters into my own hands." "Bad Mommy!" I playfully chastised her. "Daddy didn't know?" "Not when it happened." "But you told him?" "Of course. I told you I don't keep secrets from him." "And he wasn't mad at you or Jamie?" "He just laughed ... and then he fucked me as we talked about it." "Mom!" I quietly complained. She rolled her eyes at me for 'momming' her again. I then said, "You pushed his junk inside you." "I'm fixed. So no harm in that," she stated, matter of factly. "That kinda sucks. I was so looking forward to being an aunt, too," I playfully pouted. That remark only resulted in her tickling me again. She then said, "If you don't mind, I'm gonna sleep with you the rest of the night." "I promise not to slime you," I giggled. "I've seen a woman squirt before. She was messier than any guy ever could be." "Squirt?" I asked, puzzled. "You mean piss?" "No. Squirt out her cum." I looked at her like she was crazy. "I'll show you a video of it sometime." I bit my lip. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. I loved it! She continued, "But for now, I'm sleeping with you." "I doubt the horn dog will need to cum again before morning." "You should know. He's usually in your bed," she said, shocking me. "Are you calling me a slut?" I asked, feigning being insulted for her having insinuated that I'd slept with my brother a lot. She hugged me while she said, "Yeah, but you're my girl. And that makes it okay." I blushed and smiled at her before turning back on my side. She wrapped her arm around me, holding me against her while we both finally fell into a contented sleep. I didn't even mind that her hard nipples were pressing into my back. ------- Chapter 29 Saturday morning came quicker than I wanted. Mom was still spooning me. I'd cuddled with her when I was younger. I was older now. It wouldn't be too unusual though if we both hadn't been naked. I could feel her nipples against my back. Her hand was almost cupping my right breast. Her right leg was between my slightly spread legs. I could feel her pussy pressing against my leg. I started to move, but then didn't. While a bit unnerving, we weren't doing anything inappropriate. If we'd had our clothes on, or at least panties, it would've felt like any other time she'd cuddle with me. We both had crashed after the wild episode with Jamie. He'd been high and a little drunk when he'd crashed before us as well. He'd had only one orgasm the whole evening while we hung out with the others, and that one had been with me. I figured watching everything and the rest of us having sex had gotten him worked up so much that he ended up needing to jerk off during the night. I wondered if he would even remember it happening, or would think it had just been a wet dream. I did get some good sleep while Mom was snuggling with me, but it had only been for a few hours. I needed so much more than that, or I was gonna be a holy terror to be around. But I was excited about the previous day. I had a boyfriend. My mom and I had really started connecting. I didn't know how she would feel about what I'd witnessed the previous night in the light of day, but I was going to make sure she knew I was cool with it. I finally twisted around in her arms to face her with us both on our sides, waking her up in the process. "Good morning, Mom." "Good morning, daughter," she sleepily replied. "What time is it?" "I'm not sure, but I think it's still rather early." "Why'd you wake me up then?" she playfully complained. "I thought you might want to cuddle with Jamie a little while," I teased. "Oh God!" she groaned, rolling over onto her back. "I can't believe you saw that." I crawled over to her, draping myself over her chest. My arm was wrapped around her, with my face above her breasts. "Mom, it's cool. Don't freak out on me. I didn't freak out when it happened," I quietly told her. Her brow creased as she looked at me skeptically. "Well, not much," I shyly added. Mom put her hand up to her head and avoided looking directly at me. "I shouldn't have done that, not in front of you." I laid my head down on her chest. "Mom, I'm glad you did it in front of me," I reassuringly told her. She finally lifted her head to look at me, putting her hands behind her to support herself. I lifted mine as well. I was smiling at her. A smile formed on her face as well. "You're glad I did that in front of you?" she skeptically asked, somewhat surprised by my reaction. She then scolded herself, "I'm corrupting you." I was having none of it. I didn't want her to feel bad about what she'd done. I'd done it with Daddy with her blessing, at least after the fact. Now I wanted to give her my approval. I tilted my head, searching for her eyes. "Like mother, like daughter?" I asked, wanting her to admit that I was already just like her. "You might not like me if you knew what your mother was really like." She'd already said this to me several times recently. I just didn't know how to get her comfortable enough to talk to me about her past. I knew if I could, we could be so much closer. Maybe even best friends, in a way. "I've been assured by a few friends that you've never killed anyone," I lightheartedly told her. "There is nothing else that can make me not like or love you. Nothing." "I'm not so sure..." I interrupted her, leaning up a little to put my face right in hers. "Nothing, Mom. I mean it," I said insistently. "I don't care what you might have done. I'm certainly no angel." It was clear Mom wasn't aware of everything Mrs. Thomas was telling me. I figured Mrs. Thomas would at least warn her that I now knew about her history as a porn actress and prostitute. Maybe Mom didn't think she would tell me about those things. Mrs. Clark hadn't. I wondered if she'd be pissed off at her friend for revealing those things to me. Apparently, Mrs. Thomas didn't think she would be. She pulled me tightly to her, kissing my cheek for the longest time. Her fingers stroked through my hair. I was her baby girl still. In a weird way, that seemed to be the problem! I knew she wasn't convinced I'd be okay with her past, and with whatever other secrets she had. Thirteen year old girls are not supposed to be friends with their mothers. But there were a lot of things we were both doing that we weren't supposed to. Our relationship was complicated at best. I was going to have to keep reassuring her as she let me slowly get to know her better. "Mom, you smell like ... well ... Jamie." "You don't smell like a rose yourself, little one." I just grinned. "I heard through the grapevine that you and Peter are now a real couple," she happily said. "I told you yesterday that he's officially my boyfriend now," I said, wondering why she didn't remember. "Uh, no. I heard I have a son-in-law," she corrected me with curious look. "Oh, my Gawd!" I softly exclaimed and buried my head in my hands against her chest. "Who told you about that?!" "That's top secret." "Mom, who told you?!" I quietly, but demandingly asked. She glanced over at Jamie. "When could he have told you about that?!" I asked. "We were together the whole night!" "Not the whole night," she stated. "He left the tent a few times." I tilted my head and looked at her curiously. Fucking hell! He'd had Mom's camera! She'd been there! "You gave him the camera, didn't you?" How come Jamie knew where Mom was? Who was she seeing that I didn't know but Jamie did? I would have to question him later. But then again, he had been camping before, so he probably knew things about Mom that I didn't. That really sucked. "He said there was a wedding to film. I love weddings." "So, you've seen the..." She nodded. "Oh, God!" I exclaimed, covering my blushing face with my hands. "You were a lovely bride. It sucks that I didn't get an invitation." "Mom!" She took my head in her hands and pulled me down so that my ear was close to her lips. "You and Peter were beautiful together." I could only squeal a little out of embarrassment. She continued, "The way you fucked him, I knew for sure you were in love." I was a little shocked at her saying it that way. I looked at her, biting my lip. "You really saw the video?" I said, sorta cringing. "Yeah ... but I'd already watched you two from outside the tent," she said. I was mortified. She added, "You guys really should make sure the tent is closed up good if you're going to have an orgy." "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, cringing even more. I cautiously asked, "You're not mad?" She glanced over at a sleeping Jamie before answering. "I played with myself watching you," she daringly admitted. My mouth dropped open. "Well, it was pretty hot," she said as justification. "I can't believe this!" I squealed. "You're really not upset?" "No, I'm not," she stated. "It wasn't like the first time I watched you and Peter." "Yeah, I sorta forgot about that," I realized. "I guess you liked my performance." "I can't believe my daughter is so talented," she said, teasing me. "Penny told me I'd make a great porn actress," I replied, taking the opening to raise the subject. I hoped she would use it as an opportunity to talk to me about her past. She hesitated for just a moment. "I want better for you," she said, rather seriously. It wasn't the admission I was hoping for, but she was passing on wisdom in her own way. I decided I wouldn't push the issue. But I did let her know I would be okay with the idea. "I bet it would be fun though," I said. "I mean, it's just sex. And you have money to buy clothes and stuff with. I think it would be cool." She looked thoughtfully at me. I added, "Plus, it's very educational, I hear." "Yeah?" she asked, her interest obviously piqued. "How else would you ever be able to show me a girl squirting her cum?" I explained, blushing big time. She dropped her head back laughing, "Did I really say I'd show you that?" "Yes, you did," I insisted while giggling and laying my head on her chest, hugging her to me. I then asked, "Can you do it?" "What?" "Squirt, silly." "I've never been able to quite do it." "That sucks," I replied. I pouted my bottom lip as I said, "I was hoping you could teach me." She looked at me incredulously. I just grinned while biting my lip. "I would like to see the video Jamie took last night." "We'll see about that when we get home." A very thoughtful look appeared on her face, I guessed she was deciding what she would let me see. Perhaps there were other things on the tape she would not want me to see. "I need to go wash Jamie off of me," she chuckled, while changing the subject. "Yes, you do. We're gonna have to hose the tent down." "Stop complaining, young lady," she shot back at me while laughing. "Or I'll complain about Peter and Mike and..." "Okay, Mom!" I quickly interrupted her, blushing yet again. "But actually, it is only Peter and Mike, Julie got the rest before the wedding," I whispered quietly "Did she? And what did you get?" "Mom!" She gave me that 'Don't mom me' look again. "Well, aren't you going to tell me?" "You know that Julie is making out with Derek." "So you got to taste a Preston. I bet that was a new one for you." "Didn't taste that much different though." "They never do, sweetie. But you're still leaking cum from those two out on my leg," she friskily complained, reaching to slap my butt. I leaned up enough to look down between us. She was right. "Sorry," I embarrassingly said, laying back down on her. I wanted to stay like this with her. I loved feeling this close to her. "Mom?" "Yeah?" "Who were you visiting last night?" "Just some friends I know." "Who?" I blurted out, hoping she wouldn't get mad. "John and Erica, if you must know," displaying a little irritation. "Donkey dick?" "Yes, little one. Donkey dick," she lightheartedly confirmed. "Did you..." I started to say, and she looked at me very disapprovingly. I bit my lips and shut up. "No, I didn't," she blurted out. I started smiling at her for answering instead of scolding me for being impertinent. God, I hoped to never hear her use that word with me again. "It's just ... how could any girl ... It's so freakin' big!" "It can be done," she said, smiling knowingly at me. "I'll just take your word for it," I chuckled. "Good idea," she added, tickling me. We finally untangled, grabbed a couple of towels, and headed for the showers near the clubhouse. We didn't say anything to each other on the way, but we did smile a lot at each other. ------- The showers were communal. They were enclosed all the way around for the most part, offering privacy from those just passing by. There were no doors to close though. There were no stalls. You did your business in full view of anyone else taking a shower as well. Mom said it wasn't unusual to see whole families bathing together while others did the same next to them. Modesty was left at the entrance to the campground. Mom and I shared a shower head. We were a couple of shower heads to the right of the entrance. The only other people were two men. One of them was two shower heads over from us on the right. The other man was further away at a shower head on the opposite wall, diagonal to us. Still being new at the whole nudist thing, I did feel rather uncomfortable about bathing myself in front of them. I'd been naked in front of a lot of adults, but to do something so personal made me feel a little embarrassed. I tried not to show it though. I was determined not to look at them in hope they wouldn't look at me. How'd that work out? Not too good. Showering with a mom, who had a terrific body and a beautiful face, ensured that those men would be glancing in our direction quite often. Also, I couldn't resist checking them out. It's how I was wired, I suppose. The men weren't shy at all. They soaped themselves up, including their cocks, without any obvious concern for doing it in front of me. If anything, they seemed to revel in the opportunity to touch themselves in front of me. If we'd been in a public park, they'd have been arrested. But here, they could fondle themselves in front of a thirteen year old girl and her mom without any repercussions ... as long as they didn't get a hard-on. Erections are generally considered inappropriate at campgrounds like this. Of course, they happen. Nature sometimes over-rules good intentions. Same goes for nipples. I suppose a guy has more control over his dick than I do over my two sometimes pointy things. A cool breeze will automatically kick in my high beams. If a guy does get hard, he's expected not to just stand there showing it off, or walk around poking people in the stomach with it. Excusing yourself is considered the best approach until the situation resolves itself. Mom and I washed each other's backs. While she was washing mine, she whispered in my ear, "Someone is staring at you." "Who?" I covertly asked. "The one furthest from us." I casually glanced and spotted who she was talking about. I couldn't believe I hadn't recognized him from the previous night. It was Mr. Pervert. "That guy stared at me the whole time I was in the hot tub last night," I quietly told her. "I'm gonna need a list of all your admirers," Mom teased me, glancing back over at my suitor. "He's a perv, Mom. He's more your age anyways," I said, preparing to get popped by her. "You should go for it. His name is Mr. Pervert. Go say hi." "Watch it, young lady. I know where you live," she subtly threatened her retribution. "You have to sleep sometime." The other man closer to us had just finished showering. He gathered up the few things he'd brought with him and walked past us to leave. Mom and I played it cool until he'd left. Alone now with Mr. Pervert, I started feeling mischievous. I glanced over at my admirer from the previous night. We definitely had his attention. "Should we put on a show for him?" I impishly asked Mom. "Melissa!" she quickly said, giving me the dirty look I usually got when she didn't like something. But the look on her face also showed something else this time. Intrigue? Aroused curiosity? She only paused a moment though before asking, "What do you mean by 'put on a show'?" "I put on a show for him last night," I playfully hinted at my misbehavior. "What did you do?!" she anxiously asked, more as a friend wanting in on a secret than as a concerned mother. She was definitely intrigued, if not concerned, by my admission. "I forgot to be ladylike while sitting on the edge of the hot tub." Her mouth opened in awe. She cut her eyes back at Mr. Pervert, and then back at me before saying with a wide smile, "You're so bad." Her reaction emboldened me. "I even stuck out my boobies for him to appreciate," I smugly told her. I looked down at them, creasing my brow, and more humbly said, " ... what little there is." "Stop it, Melissa. You have terrific boobage," she reassured me yet again. "I'm sure he enjoyed the view." Mom hadn't answered my question about putting on a show, but she hadn't quashed the idea either. "So?" I asked, looking at her hopefully. "So what?" "The show ... Wanna?" I asked, quickly glancing back at Mr. Pervert. He was already enjoying the view he had of us. She hesitated, but was slightly smiling. She was actually considering doing it! "We could get into trouble," she cautiously warned, but it was clear the idea had piqued her interest. "Mr. Pervert won't rat us out. Let's do it," I enthusiastically, but quietly, encouraged her. She glanced back over at him again, before asking, "What do you want to do?" I wasn't sure how far I could push things, but I was gonna push until she stopped me. "Let's turn sideways to him, like this," I said, stepping so that Mr. Pervert could get a great profile view of both of us. "You reach around me with both hands to soap my front from behind. Then I'll do you." I turned my back to her, and took a half step backwards so that I was almost pressing against her. "I can't," she quietly, but unconvincingly, resisted. I quickly turned my head to look at her. "You can!" I reassured her. I was urging her to let herself go and enjoy the moment with me. We both wanted to do this together. I could see it in her eyes. She had to at least attempt to be a responsible adult though. I was still her daughter, but I'd already seduced her into playing this game with me. We both knew it. "Don't pull on my nipples or anything," I said. "Just wash me." "Melissa..." she protested halfheartedly, but she'd already made up her mind to go for it anyway. I reached for the body wash I'd brought and handed it to her. She took some of it in her hand and set the bottle down on the floor beside us. "Now put your hands on my sides, and start washing me." I raised my arms up, bending my elbows so that my hands were together on top of my head. I was posing for Mr. Pervert. Mom tentatively moved her soapy hands up and down my sides. "Do my front, too," I softly encouraged her. She made a soft noise in her throat, which sounded sexy. Her natural instinct was to protest, but she didn't. She then timidly moved her hands over my tummy, slowly rubbing from below my breasts to just above my pussy. Her hands felt incredible on me. "My boobs. Don't forget my boobs." "Honey..." "Just wash me, Mom. Just do it slow, like you were just doing." "Melissa, this is so wrong..." "I'm a dirty girl, Mom. Bathe me." "Oh, my God," she quietly groaned, and gave up resisting. Her hands glided up my flanks to the pits of my underarms, her fingers just barely brushing the flesh of my tits, not yet daring to move them completely over the soft flesh. I stepped back slightly into her more, until I felt her breasts touching my back. "Melissa, this is crazy!" she softly complained, but she didn't stop moving her hands over me. "You're doing great. Don't stop." I glanced down at my nipples. They'd never been stiffer. They were swollen and hard like never before. My mom was enjoying the feeling of my lithe teen body. It was naughty enough that we were doing this in front of the pervert, but we were also mother and daughter. This was totally wrong. We were throwing caution to the wind for a thrill that most anyone else would likely condemn us for. Mr. Pervert wasn't complaining though. Nor had he moved an inch. He had the whole front row to watch our sexy show. Mom's hands moved down to my hips. I moved my hands from above my head down to hers, taking her hands and moving them over my breasts before releasing them and letting my arms fall to my sides. I swallowed hard as she kept her hands where I'd left them. I was quietly daring her to completely let go and molest me in front of a man who was a stranger to us. "Oh, God," she softly exclaimed, as she surrendered to the moment and squeezed my breasts softly. "That's it, Mom. All over," I encouraged her. My body was on fire. We were completely wet from the water. My pussy was wet for a different reason. I was trembling from feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. Mom was really getting into it, too. Any reservations she'd had were definitely gone. I began moving sensually back against her body as her hands began to slowly roam over my small mounds, soaping them up. Her forearms pressed into my breasts as her hands gently rubbed my upper chest and neck. I moved my hands back slightly to touch her legs, and began slowly caressing the outside of her thighs. We were actresses in a soft porn movie. She then slid her hands sensuously back over my breasts. My nipples were still responding, digging into the palm of her soft hands. She could feel my heavy breathing. She had to know I was turned on by her touches. She wasn't shying away though. Placing her chin on my shoulder facing Mr. Pervert, her hands then glided down across my torso, going further than before, her finger tips reaching just above my pussy. "Is he looking," Mom softly said in my ear. Her voice gave away her growing lust. While she kept staring ahead, I turned my head slightly so I could see if he was still looking. Our faces were now touching, cheek to cheek. "Yeah," I said. In fact, his mouth was hanging open. His cock was showing its approval, too. I kept my face against hers, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. She nuzzled slightly against my face and neck. I added, "He likes what he sees, too." I slithered back against her more. She moved her body with mine. "You're good at this," I complimented her. "Like mother, like daughter," she replied, moving her arms to hug me back against her. "I think you've done this before," I suggested. "Not with a prettier girl," she throatily said in my ear. I whimpered softly at her confession. Our desire was completely controlling both of us. "Time to wash your legs," she announced, crouching down slowly without losing contact with my body. Her breasts slid down my back and over my pert ass. After filling her hands with more body wash, she gently glided them up and down each of my legs. I bent my right leg slightly, giving our audience a different view of the curvature of my supple body. I was giving an erotic performance. We both were now. I slid my open hands over my chest, touching myself intimately, feeling my nipples the way Mom had. She purposely slid a hand along my inner thighs up to my throbbing cunt, pausing to tease both me and our audience. Finally, she rose up slightly from her crouch. Those soft hands cupped my butt cheeks firmly at first, before she gently fondled my firm ass for a few moments. I was struggling to breathe. She then inserted her fingers between my cheeks, gently gliding her hand up and down the crack of my ass. A finger touched my butt hole, lingering, causing me to clinch my cheeks together, attempting to trap her finger in that spot. When I finally released it, her hand glided between my legs, cupping my pussy. Her fingers slowly rubbed all over my mound, one of them sliding between my pussy lips and touching my clit. She began to slightly wiggle a finger against my little bud. I put my hands down below my tummy, close to hers, making it appear that I was holding her hand in place. I was cumming the entire time. Mom seemed to also sense it, moving against me to steady me, but keeping her hand right over my pussy. She finally stood up, moving me under the stream of water to rinse me. I turned so that I was facing her, our bodies against each other. "My turn," she said, grinning. Stepping back out of the teeming water, Mom turned around and I proceeded to do the same thing to her. She then proceeded to show me just how skilled she was at looking sensual. Mr. Pervert was getting one hell of a free erotic show. I was giving Mom my best as well. Any inhibitions we had were long gone. I gave to her as good as she'd given to me. I took my time washing her breasts. I so wanted mine to be like hers before long. They were several cup sizes larger. Her nipples were similar to mine, but larger. They were all crinkly from her arousal. They felt incredible pressing against my palms. I spread my fingers and let her nipples strum them as I moved my hands back and forth on her tits. After washing her shoulders and back, I moved my hands to cup her butt cheeks, gently fondling them while also washing them. I could hear slight moans from her, which only encourage me to do more. Squatting down like she'd done, I sensuously washed each of her legs. Mom had gorgeous legs. I was proud of her for staying in such great shape. While still squatting, I moved my hands back up to her ass. I could see up between her legs. I slipped several fingers between her cheeks, moving them against her puckered hole. I pushed a little against the opening. She sorta flinched but didn't attempt to stop me. The tip of my finger slipped inside. I was glad she hadn't tried to protest. I was already way past what I should ever do with her. I probed a little more before taking my hand away. When it came time to wash her pussy, I began doing the same to her as she'd done to me. Feeling I needed to be more daring, I slid a finger inside her hole. Her body became tense for a moment before she gave into me. I was finger fucking my mom in front of a stranger. He couldn't see exactly what I was doing though. After a short time, I focused on her clit like she'd done me. I knew she was cumming. She'd been cumming since the moment my finger slipped inside her. Finally, I stood up and had Mom turn around to face me. Mr. Pervert still only had a profile view of us. We stepped back into the flow of the water. I reached around Mom to place my hands gently on her butt cheeks, laying my head against her chest. We were through washing, but I didn't want this to end so soon. "We better get out of here," she finally said to me. I glanced over at Mr. Pervert. He was standing there still in awe of us. He was also still showing his approval in a big way. "Mom, Mr. Pervert still has a hard-on. It's waving at us," I said, almost giggling. "Turn and wave back at him," she challenged me. I looked up at her in wide eyed amazement. She pressed me further, "I dare you." We both turned our heads in his direction and gave him a coquettish wave. He stiffly waved back, still bug eyed at the show we'd given him. We quickly grabbed our stuff and left the showers, laughing as we left. We ran a short distance before we stopped to dry off. Mom shook her head at me before saying, "You're a great showoff." "Like daughter, like mother?" "Abso-fucking-lutely," she grinned excitedly. "God, Mom. Such a potty mouth. Tsk tsk," I replied, feigning indignation. Mom grabbed me and pinched my butt before smacking it, "You are so bad!" "It's your fault," I playfully retorted while still in her grasp. "You could've said no back there." She softly spoke in my ear, "I'm glad we did it. You were incredibly sexy." Our eyes then met. I then surprised her with a kiss, holding my lips to hers longer than a daughter should with her mom. My tongue found hers for a moment. She didn't complain though, hugging me again after our lips parted. She looked back in the direction we'd came from, "Let's go before your boyfriend walks out of the showers and finds us, missy." "He's also your boyfriend now," I provoked her. "Daddy is going to be sooo jealous." "Mr. Pervert could be your new daddy," she teased back. "Don't even joke about something like that," I playfully protested. "Anyways, Daddy will get over it and keep you." "Do you think he will spank me for being bad?" I held my hand up and turned my head away, pretending to be appalled at the idea of my parents being frisky together, "I don't need to know about that, Mom." "Pussy," she playfully razzed me. I hissed at her before we started walking back to our tent, laughing and joking together the whole way. ------- It was still pretty early when we got back to our campsite. I didn't see Peter or his sisters, which probably meant they were still asleep. I decided not to bother him. We had plenty of time to be together. I dried my hair as best I could, and then decided to do some exploring around the campground on my own. After walking around for about thirty minutes, I found myself back at the small lake we'd discovered the day before. I remembered the alcoves some distance away from the dock. I was betting the tree line created natural blind spots along the hillside from the rest of the lake. I also remembered thinking how private it would likely be. The sun was high enough that it was already quite warm. It would be a perfect day to lay out by the lake on the grass. It would also be a perfect day and place to be alone to fuck my boyfriend. We could take our time and really enjoy each other without much fear of being disturbed. I was already making plans for us later in the day. I walked out onto the dock, to see just how well the alcoves could be viewed. It wouldn't be a good thing to get caught fucking on just my second day at the campground. Mom would be totally pissed if I got us thrown out. I doubted the owners would cut us much slack. They had the reputation of the place to consider. From the end of the dock, it was difficult to see into this one alcove about a hundred yards away. That would be perfect. I decided to go check it out closer to see what it was like. I walked along the edge of the lake until I approached the spot where the alcove began. The tree line was about a hundred feet from the edge of the water at most places along that part of the lake, except right where the shore curved back to create the alcove. At that spot, the tree line came much closer to the water. It created a great shield to block the view from the rest of the lake. I figured anyone on the hillside behind the trees would be able to see anyone approaching from some distance away, if they were keeping an eye out. As I walked a little closer to where the alcove began, I heard voices. Obviously, I wasn't the first person to discover the advantages of this part of the lake. I quietly stepped to the trees that came closest to the edge of the water so that I could peek around to see who was on the other side on the hillside. It was then that I saw who they were. I was totally pissed. Sitting close together on the hillside were Peter and Jennifer. It was more than obvious that they'd planned this. "You're not going to tell Melissa about me, are you?" Jennifer asked Peter. "No, I promised you I wouldn't." What the fuck?! "She'll probably not want anything to do with me ever if she finds out. She'd crucify me with her friends, too." "She won't find out from me. So, chill out." I was stunned at what I was listening to. God, damn it! Peter was scheming with Jennifer to hide their relationship! "She's my only real friend at school," she said, sullenly. That was probably also true. That was certainly now a thing of the past. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her to him, "You'll always have me." It's a good thing my eyes weren't death rays, or there would've been nothing left of the two of them. If Peter wanted to be with her, fucking fine with me! Don't fucking sneak around on me like that though! I was ready to rip out Jennifer's fucking soul and stomp it into the ground. She's damn right I wouldn't want anything more to do with her! And as for Peter, he better never come near me again. Peter then said, "We better get back before we get caught." Too late for that. My cheeks were wet with tears. How could Peter do that to me?! He was going to pay though. And so was his bitch. They were both about to discover my wrath. They got up and shook out their towels. I quickly realized I needed to hide back in the trees to keep from being discovered. I didn't want them to know I'd already found them out. I certainly didn't want them to see me crying. So, I quickly moved back away from the edge of the lake and hid behind a few trees. I was praying I wouldn't walk up on a snake though. That would've been the cherry on top of my day. Fortunately, the area wasn't overgrown. They didn't look back my way as they walked from behind the trees near the edge of the lake. If they had, they probably would've noticed me. It's a good thing they didn't. A confrontation right then would've been bad for everyone. I'd deal with them both a little later, but on my terms. I also didn't want either of them to think I'd followed them like a sad little puppy. Before they got very far from me, I heard Jennifer say, "I don't care if you two are together now. I'm not going to give up. She doesn't belong with you." Peter stopped and turned to her, "I can't help that I like her. I have for a long time. I'm sorry. It doesn't have to affect us though." Jennifer looked like she was almost in tears herself. The bitch was about to shed a whole lot more after I got through destroying her. They both were so busted. They totally sucked at sneaking around behind my back. I'd make Peter pay for this somehow. The only person I've ever really physically fought before was Jamie, and we were a lot younger when that happened. I was ready to beat the shit out of both of them. I had to get control of myself before confronting both of them. ------- It was about an hour later when Peter found me. I'd gone for a walk on the path where just the day before he'd asked me to be his girlfriend. My emotions were all over the place. I was either seething anger, or crying. Many times both. I'd put my emotions out there for him. I'd let him see a part of me no one else ever had. And not even a full day later, I'd caught him with another girl. This wasn't supposed to happen to me! "Mel! Wait up!" Peter yelled from some distance away. I kept walking without looking back. I heard him getting closer. I didn't break stride though. I wasn't mentally or emotionally ready to talk to him like I wanted. "Melissa! Wait!" he called out as he got closer. As he came along side of me, he asked, "What's wrong? Why didn't you..." I interrupted him without looking in his direction. "Leave me alone right now," my voice trembled. I then wished I hadn't said anything. I wasn't going to be able to mask my feelings. He moved in front of me. I'd never felt so emotionally vulnerable as I did right then. Putting his hand on my arm, he asked "Why are you crying?" I jerked away from him, and turned to walk in the opposite direction, but he wouldn't let me. "Will you talk to me? What's wrong?" Trying to control my voice, I asked, "Where were you earlier?" He hesitated answering me. He could've tried to lie, but he didn't. He quickly figured out that I knew he'd been with her. "It's not what you think." "Then what was it?" "She's just a friend. We just talked about something that's bothering her." "And you had to go off someplace you could be alone together, right? Someplace no one else could even see you, is that it?" "Mel, it's not..." I interrupted, screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT THEN?!" "I'm not cheating on you, if that's what you think," he nervously exclaimed. "So, why the need to go off to a secluded spot at the lake?" I was now in interrogation mode. He had some explaining to do. "We've gone there before to talk. Mel, she and I have known each other since we were eight years old ... long before her parents even moved to our city. We're just friends. That's all! She just needed someone to talk to." "What did you talk about?" "I can't tell you. I promised her I wouldn't." I glared at him hard, "Fuck you then." "Mel, I'm not interested in her!" he pleaded. "I ... I love you." I wasn't prepared for that. I then figured he was trying to play me. I skeptically asked, "You 'love' me, but you can't tell me what's going on between you and another girl?" "I told you ... Nothing is going on between us!" "You just talked. That's all? Really?" I asked, making my disbelief very clear. "Sitting with her in a secluded spot at the lake?" "I know it looks bad..." I interrupted again, angrily asking "Did you put your arm around her while you 'just talked'?" He looked at me surprised. He had to be asking himself how I could know that, "I was just being a friend, Mel." "We were just friends when you fucked me the first time. Were you that friendly with her, too?" "I swear that nothing else happened ... or ever has ... or ever will between me and her." I was getting even angrier. Did he seriously think I would just accept what he was saying? How the hell could he seriously say that?! "Nothing will ever happen between the two of you? I'm supposed to believe that after you sneaked off together?" He sighed deeply. He looked like he didn't know what to say. I stared at him for a few moments before deciding what I needed to do. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. I knew they hadn't done anything else while I watched them. I had to do something else before I could believe that they were just friends. So far, he'd only accomplished making me even more convinced they had a relationship he wanted to hide from me. "Tell your 'just friends' Jennifer I'm looking for her," I sternly said and began walking away from him. "Melissa, wait..." "No, damn it!" I yelled. I sternly added, "You go find her and tell her I'm looking for her!" "What are you going to do?" he very anxiously asked. "Just tell her, Peter," I growled. "Now!" "Are we still..." he stopped, almost afraid that if he finished asking, that I'd say we weren't. I stopped walking and turned to him, "You tell me what we are!" "You're my girlfriend." "We'll see after I find your 'friend'," I said and started walking away again. He started following me again, "Leave me alone, Peter! I mean it!" He stopped as I walked on. I could hear him muttering his frustration with me. Good! ------- I did my best to regain my composure as I walked back down the path to go to my campsite. It didn't help that Peter trailed behind me. It was the short way back, and he had to go find his little friend. So, I did my best to pretend he wasn't there. Walking up to our campsite, Mom was helping the Rayners get lunch ready. I glanced behind me to see if Peter was still following me. Fortunately, he wasn't. I didn't want another confrontation in front of our parents. I was able to pull myself together pretty good, but Mom saw right through me. I briefly spoke to everyone before I went inside our tent. Mom was right behind me, too. "Where's Peter?" "He's busy looking for someone," I curtly said. "Trouble in paradise?" I looked at her and struggled to keep from crying. I ended up not saying anything. She came over to me and took me in her arms. "You can talk to me." "I saw him with another girl." "Who is she?" "My so-called friend, Jennifer." "What were they doing?" "Talking." "Talking?" "In a secluded spot at the lake." "Oh." "I heard them talking ... she told Peter she didn't want me to know about her." "That could mean several things ... and not..." "Mom, she told him I don't belong with Peter," I was tearing up again. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry." "He had his arm around her ... he just yesterday asked me to be his girlfriend!" Mom held me tighter. "Pam warned me she was after him. I couldn't watch him every minute!" "You shouldn't have to, sweetie." Mom consoled me until I calmed down. She didn't try to give me any speeches about other fish and shit. She just let me cry myself out while holding me. After I regain my composure again, Mom went back out to help the Rayners. "Hey, sis," Jamie said from the entrance to the tent. I turned to him for a moment before looking down. He came on in and sat down beside me. "Do you want me to kick his ass?" "Fuck! Did everyone outside hear me with Mom?" "No. I was just outside. I didn't mean to listen, but you're my sister ... and nobody makes my sister cry except me." I almost laughed as I smiled at him, wiping my eyes again. "I'll kick his ass all over the campground, if you want." I shook my head. "I'll even hold him so you can punch him like you punch me." I did laugh at that. "Thanks. But no, thanks." "I'm cheaper than hiring a hit man," he playfully insisted. "I don't want him hurt. I'll deal with it." "God help him." I gave him a wry smile, "I'm not that dangerous." "The hell you're not. By the time you and your friends are through with the two of them, they'll wish I'd kicked both their asses." "You're pretty cool, Jamie. For a guy," I grinned at him. "Nobody fucks around with my sister." I hugged him. "I appreciate you wanting to be a big brother, but I can handle it." "Maybe they are just friends?" he asked. "What did you actually see and hear?" I told Jamie everything. "She's upset about something," I said. "She didn't want Peter telling me about her. What else could she be upset about if it isn't Peter being my boyfriend?" "Are you going to talk to her?" "When I can find the bitch." "You better not beat her up," he cautioned. "You wouldn't do well in prison. You'd be some older girls bitch before the first day was over." I punched his arm hard. "Jesus, Mel. Maybe you should be the one to beat up Peter. Sheesh." "Are you going to be alright?" I teased. "Do you need a hug?" "I need more than a fucking hug. More like a good fuck." "You're not fucked out from Kari and Penny?" "I haven't fucked either one of them." "Seriously?" "Yeah. You were with me most of the night." "Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" "Ha ha. I promised Sarah I wouldn't fuck them this weekend." "Really?" I asked. "No, but I did tell her I wouldn't fuck Kari, Julie, Penny, or Pam ... since she couldn't come." "And you haven't?" "Nope. I've been hanging out with Derek, when he hasn't been all over Julie." "Derek won't fuck you?" I teased. "Fucking funny, sis." "Hey, it's cool if he does. I wouldn't say anything ... especially if you let me watch." He hit me with a pillow a few times. After he'd given me enough abuse, I pursed my lips in thought. "For a guy, you're alright, Jamie. Sarah is lucky. At least someone is being loyal around here," I said moving into his arms. I playfully asked, "You wanna fool around with your sister?" "Do I have to give you a goat?" "Shut up," I laughed. " ... and fuck me." "Mom's right outside ... and you get so damn noisy." "I promise not to wake the neighbors," I smirked. And fuck we did. He was really sweet with me, too. He wasn't just fucking me. He was making love to me, even if it was just brotherly love. He wanted me to feel special. In a way, I felt like I was getting even with Peter. I tried not to make it into a revenge fuck though. I did my best to make Jamie also feel special. No matter who else was in our lives, we'd always have each other. He'd always be my big brother. I figured Mom would let Jamie have time to talk to me without interrupting, but I doubt she expected us to be screwing. It didn't relieve my stress, but it was still a great fuck. He'd earned it. Peter certainly wasn't going to be getting any of me again anytime soon. As we lay together afterward, I asked, "So, just how did you end up with a camera last night?" I was curious about what Mom hadn't told me earlier. "I saw Mom walk up just after you came in the tent to the crappy wedding march singing. I quickly slipped out of the tent and asked if I could borrow her camera." "And she didn't ask why?" "Yeah, I told her you would hate not having anything to look back on when you and Peter were old and decrepit." I popped his arm softly and gave him half my usual evil glare. "You can delete the video," I informed him. "I'm getting an annulment." "Too late for that," he grinned. "You consummated everything. Remember?" Unfortunately, I did. Even with all the silliness, it had been special how he'd made love to me. "Well, a divorce then," I stated. "Those are expensive." "I'll get alimony though. At least half of his allowance," I eagerly said. "And custody of the kids?" he grinned. "Don't even joke about that, Jamie!" I urgently said, poking him. ------- I came out of the tent shortly after Jamie left. I ate a hot dog that Mr. Rayner had grilled. Mrs. Rayner seemed a little reserved around me. I suspected Mom told them that Peter and I were on the outs. Pam walked up with Mike while I was eating. She apparently had already been told. She came over and sat with me, "Sorry, chica." "You warned me. I think I was already too late though." "Maybe. It sucks no matter what," she said. "I could just kick my brother's ass." I knew girls would cut each other's throats over a guy. I just wished I'd seen this coming a lot sooner. "You know I can't be part of any revenge," she stated. That sucked. But I knew she couldn't be a part of what I'd end up doing to Peter and the bitch. She always had great ideas for how to publicly ruin people. It was one of her best qualities. "I know," I sighed. "He still claims he isn't cheating on me. I'll find out just what the fuck it is if it isn't cheating." "Mel, don't fight her." "I can take her," I quickly told her, wondering how she could ever doubt my fighting skills. "Probably, but your parents will lock you in your room for at least a month." "When has that ever slowed me down," I said, giggling with her. We talked for a little longer before she left with Mike to do their thing. I still had someone to see. Peter hadn't come back to the campsite. So, I assumed he was with his other girl. It was time for me to go find her and have it out. ------- I walked up to the clubhouse and looked around. No Jennifer or Peter. I checked out the hot tub with no luck. I then figured they might be at her parents' cabin, but I didn't know which one was theirs. I walked up the road that the cabins were on, but didn't see either of them. I thought about calling out her name, but people would probably think I was some insane psycho stalker. I walked back down the road toward the clubhouse. As I got closer to the door to the canteen area, I almost walked right into Jennifer as she came out. We stopped in front of each other, just a few feet apart. "Mel, it's not what you think," Jennifer said. Peter then walked out from the canteen area as well, stopping right beside her. "It's not? It's just a coincidence that you two just happened to be at the canteen together?" Peter said, "We just talked, Mel. I wanted her to know you were looking for her ... like you told me." I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll give you that then," I said, looking at Peter. I looked back at Jennifer, "You've got some explaining to do." I looked back at Peter, "You can go now." Jennifer looked over at him. She knew I wasn't happy with her. Peter did walk away though. "I need to be back at my cabin soon," she said. "Can we talk on the way?" She didn't wait for me to decide. She just started walking away. I wasn't a fool. She knew she could get away from me once she got back to her cabin. I started following her. "Why won't you face me?" "Mel, it really isn't what you think," she turned her head and said, while still walking away. "I'm not with Peter." "Really. So what was this morning all about?" "We just talked. I'm not trying to take him from you." "You're a fucking liar, bitch!" She stopped and turned around to look at me. "I swear to you, Mel. I don't want Peter." "I heard what you told him," I sternly told her. "What? How?" "I was there. I wasn't following you two. I was just exploring when I found your love nest." "Mel..." "Don't deny it! I heard exactly what you said." She just stood there. She knew she was busted. "You told Peter you didn't want me to know about you, didn't you?" She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "I'm your only friend at school, huh?" I asked, my anger building. "And you're telling my boyfriend that you're not going to give up on him." "No ... that's not..." she said, on the verge of tears. "'She doesn't belong with you'. Remember saying that to him?" I asked, my voice rising. "That's what you told him, right?!" "That's not what it means, Mel!" she pleaded as her eyes teared up. "WHAT THE FUCK ELSE CAN IT MEAN?!" I screamed loudly at her. "It means ... it means you belong with me," she struggled to say, tears running down her cheeks. "What?" "I love you, Melissa," she blurted out while crying. The anguish in her face and voice startled me as much as what she'd said. "You love me?" I asked, completely puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Mel, I like girls! I'm a freaking lesbian!" she cried out to me. I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open. "Now go make fun of me with your friends! I don't care anymore!" she screamed, turning and running off down the road. I stood there completely dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? She's in love with me?! After just standing there for a few moments, watching her run away, I heard a voice behind me. "Go talk to her." I turned to look at Peter, "Why didn't you tell me?" "I promised I wouldn't. She didn't want you to ever know," he explained. "Oh, my God," I blurted out. How had I totally misinterpreted this? "I tried to tell her you wouldn't care. I didn't know how to convince her though," he said. "I couldn't tell her about you." "How could I know she liked being with girls?" I asked, bewildered by what just happened. "She's never been with a girl," he added. "Never?" He shook his head. "Then how does she know for sure that she's a lesbian?" I skeptically asked. "Trust me, Mel. She has absolutely no interest in guys." "You know this ... how?" "She told me. But I also knew from the way she talks. And the way she acts when guys hit on her," he said. "She's flatly turned down at least several guys that asked her out." "Were you one of them?" I curiously asked. "No, but Jamie and Mike were." Shit. She must really not be into guys! "But how did you find out about her to begin with?" "I mostly figured it out on my own last summer," he stated. "She admitted it when I finally asked, but she trusted me by then." How did he figure it out ... and I didn't?! Is my gaydar that screwed up? Pam's certainly was. "You're the only girl I've ever really wanted to go out with," he told me. "She knew I liked you. She's known for over a year. I told her I did, but she already knew." He stepped closer to me. "She knew I wouldn't hit on her, and I never have," he said. "We've just been friends." I looked at him more softly. I was convinced he was telling me the truth. "Not that I wouldn't have liked fooling around with her," he admitted. "She's very pretty and ... well, her body is almost as sexy as yours." I half smiled at him. At least he was being honest about her. "Mel, she's really scared people will find out. She doesn't want to lose you as a friend," he earnestly said. "She's scared you and your friends will make fun of her at school." "Shit. I would never..." "I know you wouldn't," he said, reassuringly. "I tried to tell her you weren't that kind of person, but she's really scared." "Peter ... I'm sorry for what I said before. I thought ... God!" "It's cool," he said, reaching out with his hand to touch my arm. "We're cool ... but you need to go talk to her." "She said she's in love with me," I stated, looking at him with a totally lost expression. "I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed. I looked at him sincerely, and said, "I'm in love with you, Peter." There. I'd said it. And I meant it, too. He reached for my hand and held it, "We'll figure things out. Just go tell her you won't hurt her." I turned and started running after Jennifer. She's in love with me?! How do I NOT hurt her?! ------- Chapter 30 I stopped running as I approached the first of the cabins. I had no clue which one Jennifer's family was staying in. As I walked along the road, I tried to look between each one, hoping I might spot her. No such luck though. I felt horrible. I'd never seen anyone look like she had before she ran off. She looked like her world was about to implode on her. I'd heard enough about gays and lesbians being bullied and harassed. Some had been severely beaten up. Some had even committed suicide as a result of all the bullying. The thought of that had me scared that she might do something to avoid the hell she thought I would cause her at school. I was determined to find her. After walking past all of the cabins and seeing no sign of her, I resigned myself to knocking on each door. I tentatively knocked on the first door. When it opened, I was completely caught off guard by who I was facing. "Uh, hi. Umm ... I'm looking for a friend of mine. Her name is Jennifer." Of all the rotten luck! I looked at him sheepishly. I so wanted to run, but I had to find Jennifer. So, I stood there in front of the one and only ... Mr. Pervert. Well, maybe not the only pervert around here, but the one I least wanted to be talking to at that moment. I'd created this situation though. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before smiling, "Is her last name Preston?" "Yes, sir. Do you know where she's staying?" He stepped out onto the small deck beside me and pointed to a cabin a little further back down the road. "Her family is staying in the one at the start of the curve," he said. "They're usually not there this time of the day though, but your friend might be inside." "Thanks, Mr..." I had to catch myself before I accidentally made an idiot of myself. "Pervitt," he said. "Tom Pervitt." Oh, for fuck's sake! Pervitt? I was totally going to accidentally call him Mr. Pervert. And Tom was his first name. Peeping Tom Pervert Pervitt. I was doomed. I was so going to fuck up his name sometime. He was being nice though. Maybe he wasn't the lecher that I thought he was. Then again, he didn't look away from the shows I'd given him. But maybe he was a nice pervert. There should be more of those in the world. "I'm Melissa," I said, shyly. "It's nice to ... meet you." "It's nice to meet you too, Melissa. Although, I suppose we already know each other somewhat," he replied, with a huge grin. "Look, I'm sorry about..." "Don't be sorry, honey" he gently said, while still smiling. He was enjoying my predicament. "My wife was very appreciative of the results." Just then his wife came up behind him. She looked a little tired. "Hi Melissa," she gave me a warm welcome smile. She put her hands on his shoulders and rested her head on one of them. I blushed as I smiled back at them. He was being nice to me. His wife, too. Then again, his cock twitched some. Why was I looking at his cock? Gawd, maybe I was the real pervert of the two of us. "Pass along my thanks to your mother," he said. "You both made my day." "You won't say anything..." "It's our secret," he said reassuringly. "Thanks, Mr. Pervitt," I awkwardly replied. He was being nice about what had happened. I then playfully said, "Maybe I'll see you later around the pool or hot tubs." "I look forward to it," he chuckled. His wife groaned. But then she chuckled, too. She said to him, "I bet you do, you pervert, and then you come home, and then..." I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed, Melissa," she said. "I've had a wonderful morning because of you and your mother, but Tom can be a little tiring at times." She looked at him with a smile and pinched his cheek. I had a mission and couldn't stay. "I have to be going, nice to have met you two." "Have a great day, Melissa!" they both said. I stepped off the deck, and clinched my teeth together as I cringed at what had just happened. I couldn't believe it! The first fucking door I knocked on was answered by no other than Mr. Pervert ... uh ... Pervitt. He'd been really cool though. I guess if I were him, I'd also be cool to the nice naked girl who'd been giving him free peep shows. I looked back toward Mr. Pervitt, and gave him the same coquettish wave as before, with a sweet smile. He grinned as he waved back. I decided I liked him. He was being a good sport. I pulled myself together and started walking to the cabin Mr. Pervitt had pointed out. I needed to make things right. I glanced back at him. Yep, he was staring at my butt. But, somehow, it just seemed right. ------- I was certain that she was probably in her cabin. Getting her to come to the door might be a problem. I doubted that she would even open the door for me. I'd pretty much made an ass of myself the way I'd confronted her. I was determined to talk to her though and straighten things out between us. Standing on the deck to her cabin, I listened for any sign of someone being inside. Not hearing any talking or movement, I knocked on the door. I waited about a minute before knocking again. Still no answer. If she was inside, she was ignoring me. I walked off the deck feeling frustrated. Then I thought, go around and knock on the back door. She might answer it just to stop me from pestering her. Being a pest had worked out for me quite a few times in the past, except with my mom. As I reached the back of the cabin, I saw her. She was sitting on the back steps. She had her head in her hands, still pretty upset. She was still crying too. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to her. She didn't notice me until I began to sit by her on the bottom step. I wasn't even sure how to begin talking to her. The whole lesbian deal didn't bother me at all. It was the 'I love you' part that had me speechless. "Hi," I cautiously said. She glanced over at me for a moment before burying her face in her hands again. Her eyes were so red and puffy. She almost didn't even look like the person I knew. I decided to cut to the chase. Gawd was she gonna be surprised. "I like girls, too." "What?" she asked, her voice trembling. But she was looking at me. "I like girls," I repeated and shrugged. She stared at me hard for a moment. "You like Peter though." "Yeah, I do. But, I'm bisexual. I like both, boys and girls." "You're not teasing me, are you?" she asked. I couldn't blame her for being suspicious. "I'm not teasing," I reassured her. "I've known I also liked girls since last summer." I scrunched my lips while looking at her before continuing. "So, you and my friends can make fun of me too," I added, before smiling at her a little. "Or, you can forgive me for being a bitch earlier." I could see the relief just wash over her. She was still a nervous wreck, but at least she was smiling at me. "Mel, I'd never ever make fun of you." "I wouldn't make fun of you either ... even if I weren't bi," I said. "I don't hurt people like that, even if they piss me off." "I'm sorry I said that." "I'm sorry for the things I said, accusing you," I replied. "It was the things I overheard you say ... I never thought you were a lesbian." "Peter's been a good friend. I can understand why you thought what you did." I sighed and then added, "Girl, this whole thing has been fucked up from the start. People were telling me you were crushing on Peter. I wish you had told me before." "I couldn't risk telling you," she said. "That's what's fucked up," I stated. "I'm not blaming you. You shouldn't have to hide who you are. Neither should I." "Mel, I've liked you ever since tryouts. I mean, really liked you." I took her hand in mine. "I thought you were cool. I wanted us to be friends," I said. "At that time though, I didn't know what I now know about myself. I have learned so much about myself since last year." "When I saw you at the mall that night ... on your first date ... I freaked out," she said, looking down. "You were with him on a date, and not with me. I didn't even know what to say to you." She then looked back up at me. "I wondered why you didn't say a word to me," I said. "I couldn't figure it out. And then later Pam told me you were after Peter..." We were both quiet for a short time. Jennifer said, "Are you freaking out because I said I love you?" "Honestly? Yeah. It was so out of the blue. I was thinking you were trying to steal Peter from me." "You'll never have to worry about that," she softly laughed. "He's the one who should've been worrying about losing someone to me." "So, no dick for Jennifer?" I joked. "Not for this girl," she half laughed. "Not even if I'm wearing one?" I asked, which stumped her for a moment. "What do you mean?" "You've never seen a strap-on?" She still looked puzzled. "It's something a girl wears," I explained. "It has a fake cock attached to it." "Like a real boy?" "Well, yeah ... but more like Pinocchio's nose than a real boy," I said, which caused her to laugh. I laughed with her, laying my head on her shoulder for just a moment. She then leaned over, grabbing my arm, hugging her face to it. "So, you're cool with me crushing on you?" she asked. "I haven't completely scared you away?" "We're cool. And I only freaked out because I never expected it," I explained. "Are you going to be cool with Peter being my boyfriend?" "I guess. I won't like it, but I'll be cool with it." I put my arm around her. Feeling her gorgeous naked body against mine was turning me on. "Peter told me you haven't been with a girl yet," I asked, curious if she'd talk about her past. She shook her head, "I was hoping you'd be my first, but I always knew it wouldn't happen." She sounded so dejected. I was hurting her. I could tell she really was crushing on me, and probably had for some time. She'd been hiding herself from everyone, especially me. Talking to me about all of this had to be so unnerving for her. I didn't want to give her any false hope of a romantic relationship with me, but I didn't want to slam the door on her either. While I loved Peter, we were far from hearing wedding bells, despite the fact that we pretended to have gotten married. I'm a fucked up chick like that. "You know, Peter and I aren't completely exclusive," I explained. "He doesn't mind if I'm with a girl." "So, you've been with a girl already?" she curiously asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Sorry, chica. I'm not a virgin ... for you or Peter." "Do I know her?" I bit my lip. I knew I couldn't tell her about anyone. "I can't tell you," I answered. "I have promises to keep, too." "I understand," she said, still looking jittery from everything that had happened. "I just wish I knew other girls like me." "You do now." I pulled her tighter. "If you can live with me liking guys, too." I then added, "If you'll trust me, I can introduce you to someone." She looked at me carefully. The person she'd been hiding inside her was now very vulnerable. However, I could tell that she wanted to trust me. "I'll think about it," she replied. Smiling at me, she added, "I'm still getting used to you knowing." "You can trust this person," I said. "She and I trust each other completely." "I trust you, Mel. But the more people who know, the greater the chance of being outed to people like Becky and Tammy." I knew I could deal with Tammy if I had to, but I doubted she could ever be that cruel to someone anyways. It just wasn't Tammy's way. Becky was a whole different thing though. She would make it her mission to crucify Jennifer, just for the fun of it. And there were plenty of our friends that would join right in with her. I told her, "Even if you were to get outed, I'd kick anyone's ass who tried to hurt you." She smiled, "I think you'd actually do it." "Count on it," I firmly said. "No one fucks over my friends, not even my friends. Peter would kick ass, too." "Peter is cool," she stated. "If I liked guys, I probably would've been after him." "I'd have kicked your ass, too," I snickered, nudging her. "When you were yelling at me about stealing him, I was actually glad I could tell you I was a lesbian," she chuckled. "You can be scary." "It was the worst feeling ever," I said. "Thinking you were after him." "How do you feel now ... knowing it's you I want?" "Much better," I said, leaning into her. "I'm just afraid of hurting you now." "I'll be okay. I just want you to be my friend, if nothing else." "Always," I squeezed her to me. "As for nothing else, it doesn't have to be all or nothing." I turned to face her more, "We can be more than friends." I leaned in and touched her lips with mine softly. I brushed her nose with mine, keeping my lips close to hers. Her lips then found mine. I held her head as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. She seemed unprepared for that, but quickly let her tongue dance with mine. Our lips were crushing together as we kissed each other intensely. I finally pulled back slightly, but not without a few quick short kisses between us. She finally said, "You know, this isn't helping me not love you." "I did say we could be more than friends." "But you love Peter." "We're not exclusive though," I reminded her. "He might get upset." "He hasn't yet." I wasn't sure how to explain things to her without giving away secrets others trusted me with. While I hoped Sarah, Pam and my other friends wouldn't mind, I couldn't just assume. "Trust me," I told her, leaning in to kiss her again. She kissed me back eagerly too. After several minutes of face sucking, I stood up and asked her to follow me. ------- Jennifer walked beside me as I led us back to the lake. She still looked a little out of sorts. So, I grabbed her hand and held it as we kept walking. As we approached the lake, I smiled at her as I led her toward the alcove. "What are you doing?" "Trust me," I told her. After we reached about the same spot where I'd seen her and Peter that morning, I spread out our towels side by side. I pulled her down with me so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. "I was going to bring Peter here sometime today," I grinned. "I'm sorry I'm not Peter." "I'm glad you're not. He'd look silly with tits." I leaned in and kissed her again, letting my hand touch her breast softly. She seemed surprised, but didn't try to stop me. If anything, she began kissing me back a little more intensely. I then moved over her, pushing her on her back. She seemed unsure of herself, but she was letting me do what I wanted. "Do you still want me to be your first?" I asked. "Only if you want to," she whispered, but I could see the lust in her eyes. "I want to, Jennifer. On some level, I do love you. I know it's not at a level you want. But, I don't want your first time to be with someone who won't treat you special ... who won't be there for you afterward." I kissed her face and lips before moving to nuzzle her neck, sucking and biting gently. My hand played with one of her breasts, pinching her hard crinkled nipple. My mouth moved to suck on the other. I placed my hand over her mound. Her legs moved apart and gave me easy access to her slit. She moaned and raised her hips as I pushed a finger into her opening. I took my time licking and kissing over each of her tits, and down her flat tummy. I scooted down so that I was lying between her legs, with my face right at her pussy. I turned to kiss and nip at the insides of her thighs. She rose up on her elbows to watch me. The lust on her face erased any concerns I had about her maybe feeling I was taking advantage of her. She wanted me to be her first. And I was going to make it as memorable as I could. When my tongue first made contact with her clit, she moaned as she exhaled and began her first orgasm caused by another girl. I didn't stop. I licked down and sucked on her inner lips, pulling each gently out, opening her to my view. I loved the look of my finger still inside her. She watched intensely as I pulled it out and licked her juices from it. I lowered my head again and slowly moved my tongue the length of her pussy. Her juices were dripping from her opening, a lot of it. I licked it up and enjoyed her taste. I licked her clit again, sucked on it and pushed my finger inside her opening, moving it rapidly in and out. I was fucking her good, licking her good. I wanted her first time to be wonderful. I also wanted to make up for being a bitch earlier. She would know I really wasn't teasing her when I said I was into girls, too. She came several more times before I pulled back from her. I slid up over her body and deeply kissed her, letting her taste her juices. I was rubbing my pussy against her thigh as well. I desperately wanted her to go down on me. I grabbed her arms and rolled over so that she was on top of me. I didn't have to ask her to do a thing. She proceeded to make love to me. She repeated a few things I'd done, but I got the impression she was doing what she'd already done in her imagination a number of times. At first she was a little awkward as she did some things, but I reassured her that she was making me feel incredible. When her tongue first touched my pussy, I squealed rather loudly. It seemed to catch her off guard. "I can be a little noisy sometimes," I blushed. She relaxed and went back to licking her first pussy ever. She took her time, spreading me open with her fingers, admiring me. It was like she was taking mental pictures so she'd never forget her first time. I let her do whatever she wanted. When I came, I grabbed her head and held her to me, keeping her mouth against my pussy. It might've been her first time, but she was a natural at this. Finally, we ended up in each other's arms. Both of us were still horny though. "How was it for you?" I joked. She laughed, "Well, I definitely know I'm a lesbian now." "Lesbians are the bestest," I told her, kissing her again, brushing my fingers through her hair. "I hope this isn't a onetime thing," she said sincerely. "It won't be," I responded, touching her cheek. She smiled brightly. Was I falling in love with her? It would've been so easy to. I asked, "Do your parents know?" "I think my mom suspects." "What makes you think that?" "Just by some things she's said to me." "Were they bad things?" "No, not at all. Like, one time when 'The L Word' was coming on, my dad said something about watching something else. Mom told him to let 'me' watch it if I wanted to." "Hmm," I said, thinking that really didn't mean anything. I think she saw my doubt. "Another time I was looking at a rainbow necklace while we were shopping. She said she'd buy it if I wanted it, but that my friends might make fun of me." That was getting closer, I thought. "She said I might want to wait until I'm older." That convinced me. "Yeah, I think she does suspect," I said. "It was like she knows, but wasn't upset at all about it," she said. She then asked me, "Do your parents know about you?" "Yeah, they know. They've been okay about it," I replied without going into any detail about my relationship with my parents. I didn't think I should tell her my mother was bisexual as well, at least not yet. "Your parents always seemed to be really cool to me." I just nodded. I didn't want to get into any discussion about them right then. "We better get back," I told her, kinda wanting to get away from talking about my parents. "We both need a shower too. You don't want to kiss your mother with that mouth right now." "My mom might like your taste," she joked. "Really?" I asked, not exactly sure if she was really joking. "No, but you do taste good." she coyly said. "So, you like the taste of my pussy, do you?" I asked, smiling expectantly at her. "It's not bad," she blushed. "Not bad?!" I feigned my indignation. "You taste great," she said, pouncing on me. "You're rather tasty yourself, my sexy lesbian lover," I told her, while squeezing her body to mine. I was also rethinking whether to leave or lay there with her the rest of the afternoon. ------- We walked together back to the clubhouse area. I was glad when we entered the showers that no one else was there. We goofed around as we rinsed off. Neither of us had thought to go get any soap or body wash. It felt great just being together, giggling most of the time as we copped feels of each other. I loved touching her round tight butt, especially while reaching around to grab it while we kissed. I knew I would need to find Peter and let him know how everything turned out. I felt sure he'd be okay with what Jennifer and I had done. It was a little outside of our agreed upon ground rules, but I had the impression he didn't mind if I had sex with other girls. The problem was that it wasn't just sex I'd had with Jennifer. I'd made love to her. I was going to do it again, too, whether he liked it or not. We didn't even bother drying off as we walked over to the pool. We were almost there when we heard Peter's voice. We both stopped and waited on him. He looked at us a little cautiously, but he could immediately tell things were fine between Jennifer and me. "Are you guys... ?" I looked at Jennifer, and she started blushing. "We're cool," I said, looking back at him. "Still friends?" "Better friends," I said, looking at her again. "She knows about me now." He let out a big sigh, and exclaimed, "Thank God!" We both hugged Peter, and I said, "You've been a great friend ... to both of us. I know you were put into an awkward position." "I'm just glad you guys are still friends," he said, the relief clear in his voice. Jennifer then said, "I'll let you guys talk, if you want?" "I think we need to," I said taking Peter's hand. I then told her, "If you're not here when we get back, we'll catch up with you later." I led Peter down the path to our campsites. "So?" he asked. "We had a great talk," I started. "She knows I'm bisexual." He just nodded, waiting for me to say more. "She's not a virgin anymore," I said, looking at him a little squeamishly. "That was fast," he said. "Are you mad at me?" "For what?" "I didn't ask you if you were okay with that." "I'm not mad. I figured you might at some point. It's cool." I stopped and pulled him to me. "Are you really okay with it?" "Are you her girlfriend now?" "Nope. I can only deal with one commitment at a time. And you're my boyfriend. I don't plan on changing that." "Then it's cool." "You know, we talked ground rules yesterday," I said, bringing up the subject we definitely needed to discuss. "We said it was okay to have sex with others," he said. "Peter, I held her hand. We made out." "It's okay. Just don't do it with any other boys," he said. He realized what I was about to ask, "Relatives are exempt." We both laughed together. He then added, "Other boys are okay, if we talk about it first." I couldn't resist, "I don't care if you make out or hold hands with boys." I started grinning. He responded by tickling my sides. "Okay, Peter!" I said, getting away from his tickling. "I won't make out with any boys you don't approve of first, and the same applies to you with girls." I then added, "Adults are excluded." He thought for a few seconds. "Deal," he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake. "Deal," I said. "Now, I need a good fuck. Your tent or mine?" "Jennifer didn't satisfy you?" he teased. "She's very good for a rookie, but I need my boyfriend right now," I said, sexily. "He has something a girl doesn't. And I need that part in me right now!" ------- Fortunately, no one was in either of our tents. I'd have probably fucked him out in the open if there had been. He was really eager to fuck me, too. I like boyfriends like that. It was going to be my number one requirement for any future boyfriends as well. Fuck, love, honor, and obey me. Well, maybe not in that order. We skipped most of the preliminaries, and got down to fucking. Sometimes it's all a girl wants. As he pumped in and out of me, I teased him, "Jennifer's mouth was where your cock is now." "Did she make you cum?" "Oh, yeah. She's not bad for a rookie." "Is she as good as me?" he asked, fucking me more urgently. He was getting more turned on by me talking about the sex I'd had with Jennifer. "She's different," I replied. "You do me great." "She can't fuck you like I can," he claimed. "That's true. Her dick isn't nearly as satisfying as yours," I joked, then pulled his head down to mine so I could kiss him while he drove harder into my body. We were both breathing hard, pushing against each other. My hips rose to meet his thrusts. I wanted to get as much of him inside me as I could. I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming out as I came. It didn't take much longer before I felt his cock jerk inside of me. I was once again full of my boyfriend's cum. It's a good thing I'm not allergic to the stuff. As we lay in each other's arms, he told me more about his and Jennifer's past. "She started hanging around me some last summer," he said. "She later told me she found out I liked you when she overheard my sisters talking while laying out by the pool. That's why she started hanging out some with me." "That wasn't the reason she hung out with you," I countered. "It's because you're a great guy. She actually saw someone that I didn't see." "What do you mean?" he asked. "That you weren't too young," I told him, showing my embarrassment. I didn't want to admit the other reason. I didn't want him to know it was also because I used to think he was a dork. A lesbian could even see that he wasn't. I was still feeling really stupid about all of that. I added, "I know it was dumb thinking that, especially while I was complaining about everyone else thinking I was too young to be included in things." "At least you don't think that now," he said, smiling at me. "That's all I care about." The more I got to know him the more I realized he was a very special guy. Even if he did come from a weird family. I kissed him tenderly, and cuddled closer to him. I then asked, "But what made you think she liked me?" "Well, she asked me questions about you all the time," he said. "It was more than obvious to me that she was crushing on you. I finally asked her about it. She denied it at first, but I was sure she was into you." I nodded while listening. He continued. "I told her I had someone in my family that was into girls, and that I thought there was nothing wrong with it. I didn't tell her who though. She still doesn't know." I was surprised he'd told her that. I'd told her I'd been with a girl. I bet she was thinking it was Pam. She'd be right, of course. But it wasn't Pam I was thinking of at the time I told her that. He added, "She finally admitted she was really into you, and that she wasn't interested in guys at all. She never came out and called herself a lesbian though. I think she was really scared of what she was." "She is scared of getting outed," I said. "For that matter, so am I. Just because I like guys doesn't mean I'd get a free pass for having sex with girls ... especially with people like Becky." "I'd kick ass for you. You know that," he stated. "I get to kick Becky's ass, if anyone does," I grinned. "God help her," he jokingly said. "I've seen you kick Jamie's ass." I just smiled. He was brushing his fingers through my hair as we lay quietly together. I had a bunch of questions for him though. At least one of them was about my mom. "Peter," I started up again, "you said you've had sex with my mom..." He waited for me to continue. "Have you fucked her at my house?" "Yeah," he quickly said, offering no details. I hated interrogating him. I wanted him to talk 'with' me about her. "Peter, why are you so scared to talk to me about my mother?" "I'm not scared..." he started saying. "I just don't want you to be mad." That made no sense. Clearly he was afraid I'd get mad at whatever he told me. "I promise I won't be mad." "No matter what I tell you?" "I'll get mad if you don't tell me." I could see him almost cringe. I wasn't giving him a way out of this. "I swear to you I won't get mad," I tried reassuring him. "If we can't talk to each other, then what's the point of being together?" He looked down for a moment. I gently caressed his chest and kissed him lovingly. "Look, Peter. If you think it's something that might really upset me, just give me a heads up. Okay?" "Heads up," he immediately said. I half laughed, but then looked at him waiting. "One afternoon back in June, I was with your mom in her bedroom." I scrunched my lips. He fucked her in my parents' bed? "See, you're getting upset already." "I'm not upset enough for you to worry about yet," I said. "I'll put my hand up if I want you to stop." He then continued, "You weren't home at the time. I was going to be spending the night with Jamie." "You've never spent the night with Jamie before," I noted. "Penny and Pam were going to be spending the night, too, but Pam ended up staying at Sarah's house." "Ahhh," I acknowledged. I was running through my head when that could have been. It must've been one of the nights I spent with Sarah, too. He then said, "Our parents were going out for the night..." Peter was watching me closely to see if I was getting upset. However, I kept myself as calm as I could. He then added, "They were going out with the Clarks too..." No fucking way it could be the time I was thinking about, could it? "You're not breathing, Mel." "Keep going," I said, after taking a deep breath. "Anyway, I ended up in your parents' bedroom with your mom ... and my parents..." "You fucked my mother in front of your parents?" "Yeah. But actually I think it was the other way around." Mr. and Mrs. Rayner had to be the weirdest couple ever. They watched their son have sex with my mother in her bedroom. And there I was, in love and cuddling with that same boy while talking about it like it was perfectly normal. I must be the weirdest girl ever. "Was Jamie home then?" I asked. "Yeah ... he was in his room though." "The Clarks were at the house then too?" "Yeah." Holy shit! "Does that bother you ... the Clarks being there?" he asked, obviously noticing my reaction. "No, I'm just surprised you were fucking my mom with all of them in the house." "Yeah. Well, the Clarks were there, but not in your mom's bedroom..." Oh. My. Fucking. Gawd. I knew exactly when that was! It was the evening I snuck home to get the music CD. Now I knew who it was in my parents' bedroom. It was Peter! I had never even thought about it being him. "Was Mrs. Clark in Jamie's room with him ... and Penny?" "Yeah," he answered quizzically. "How'd you know?" "Peter, I was there." "You weren't home. You were at the Clarks..." "Yeah, but I snuck home to get a CD," I explained. "I was hiding in my room when you were with my mom." He looked really surprised at that. "I was listening through my door and heard Mr. Clark say something about our moms wearing someone out." He was blushing. I was proud of him for telling me about all of that. He was so scared I was gonna be upset, too. Well, I was, but not at him. Just the situation. Of course, it was somewhat hypocritical of me. It involved my mom though. He was probably used to hearing about as well as seeing his mom having sex with others. I wasn't quite there yet though. I decided to make my own admission about my involvement with his mom from earlier that same day. "Peter, earlier that day ... I was involved in a blindfold game with the Clarks." I looked at him closely, but he waited for me to continue. "It was the first time for me," I said, pausing for a few moments. "Your mom was involved in it too." He still didn't say anything. "I'm pretty sure a video was taken of it..." "I saw it while I was with your mom," he blurted out. What the fuck?! I hadn't even seen it, but my boyfriend had ... with my mom?! "When did you see it?" "I watched it ... that same day." I stared at him. I couldn't believe it. Peter knew who all was in the video! "Mel, you're not breathing again." "Peter..." I started, softly smiling at him. "Were you watching it with your parents and my mom in her bedroom?" "Yeah," he timidly answered. I couldn't believe it. He'd watched ... with my mother ... a video of me having sex while I was blindfolded? I then figured he wasn't all that comfortable telling me what he saw in the video. I knew I had to act calmly, or he might not tell me everything I wanted to know. He then asked, "Are you pissed?" "No, it's cool," I calmly said. "Peter, was my mom in the video with me?" "Yeah," he tentatively answered, looking at me closely. He saw the shock on my face. He was almost pleading when he said, "Don't get mad at her, okay?" I wasn't mad at Mom. I was glad to finally know for sure. Maybe I could get her to open up with me about it. "What was my mother doing in the video?" I asked. "She was moving around, watching mostly." "Was she naked?" "Yeah." "Did she play any?" "She touched herself some. Mostly pulling on and pinching her nipples." "She didn't play with her pussy?" He glanced down as he said, "She was rubbing her clit while you were cumming." "I'm surprised you saw so much of it while you were busy porking my mom," I said, remembering to smile so he wouldn't think it bothered me. He looked back up at me. I then asked, "Did you see my mother ... do anything with me?" "No, she never touched you." I sucked in my cheeks. I wasn't sure whether I was happy or sad about that. I then asked, "Did she do anything with anyone else?" "Your mom sucked Mr. Clark while my mom licked you." He was getting hard again. I couldn't blame him. It was probably a hot video to watch while fucking my mother, even with his parents there as spectators. "So, where were you after everyone left?" I asked. "I saw Penny with Jamie downstairs when I snuck back out. I didn't see you though. No one was upstairs when I came down either." He thought for a moment, "I probably was in the kitchen getting something to drink when you came down. You're lucky I didn't come out before you left." "Did you join Jamie and your sister in the family room?" I asked, smiling with a raised eyebrow at him. "I was fucked out, Mel. I went back upstairs to lie down." "In whose bed?" "Yours, of course," he replied, smiling. "Papa and mama bear's bed wasn't just right?" I joked. He bashfully said, "I wanted to lie in your bed." "Awwww," I replied, biting my lip. I looked at him lovingly, "I now wish I'd stayed and gotten in it with you." I kissed him tenderly. "Thanks for telling me about all of that," I told him. He kissed me back as his reply. I rolled on my back and pulled Peter over me again. He was so hard and I was so horny from his description. I wanted him in me. "I'm not mad at you for any of it either," I told him. I teasingly added, "Especially if you fuck me hard this time." And fuck me hard he did. He pounded into me like he was driving a spike into the ground to hold the tent in a storm. I played that scene in the Clark's bedroom in my head, I pictured Peter's mother licking my slit, before Mr. Clark fucked me. I pictured Mom watching me getting fucked by Mr. Clark. I could see her sucking his cock to make him hard so he could fuck her daughter... I lost it at that point. I came like I had never done before. He had to cover my mouth with one hand I was screaming so loud. I think I even bit his hand. I didn't even feel Peter cumming, but he had. He was breathing hard and dripping sweat on me. I didn't care. He was my boyfriend after all. And he had just told me something I had wanted to find out in the worst way. "Damn, Mel, what was that? Are you ok?" I couldn't answer my lungs were pumping so hard. I could only nod. Peter rolled off me and I could feel a rush of cum oozing out of my pussy. He must have cum pretty hard himself. Finally I was able to speak again. "That was awesome, Peter." I grinned, "You have to tell me stories like that every time we fuck." "Only if we live next to an airport," he laughed. I punched his arm and then moved over him to give him a deep loving kiss. Afterward, I reached for a towel to wipe between my legs. I'd have made a mess if I had gotten up. "I need to clean up, Peter." He grinned. "I think I should, too." We went to the showers and quickly rinsed off. There were others there as well, so we didn't get a chance to fool around. The smirks on some faces told me that they suspected what we had been up to. I didn't care. I had been with my boyfriend and that made it ok. ------- Late that afternoon, I went back to Jennifer's cabin to talk with her some more. Mrs. Preston greeted me at the door and invited me in. They were about to eat supper. "I can come back later since you're about to eat." Mrs. Preston said, "You're welcome to stay." I replied, "The friends we're camping with are fixing supper for my family, but thanks for inviting me." I decided I was going to like Mrs. Preston. She was really pleasant with me. I wasn't sure what she'd think of me if she knew I'd had sex with her daughter earlier. Obviously, she didn't know about that. She said, "I found out last week that you'll be in my advanced algebra class this semester." I smiled a little anxiously at that. She laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "From everything I know about you, you'll do great." She definitely had an advantage over me. I knew very little about her, except that she was a nudist ... and that she looked great with her husband's cock in her mouth. "And, I'm not an ogre," she chuckled. "It should be a fun semester." "I'll do my best," I said, not really sure what else to say. I'd feel better if I could talk to others who'd had her as a teacher in the past, but she was new to our school. About that time, Mr. Preston came in. "Hi, Melissa," he greeted me. "Joining us for supper?" "No, sir," I replied. "I just stopped by to talk to Jennifer for a moment. Some friends of my mom are fixing supper for us." "Jennifer's friends are welcome any time," he stated. I was glad that Jennifer's parents were so pleasant. They probably knew Jennifer didn't have a lot of real friends yet. I decided I liked both of them. I certainly liked the view of his cock in his wife's mouth. That damn picture was going to haunt me forever. "I'd better be going so you guys can eat," I said. Jennifer stepped over to me, and said, "I'll walk with you part of the way." "Don't be gone too long, honey," her mother reminded her. "Oh, and Melissa, could you stop by in the morning to see me?" That caught me off guard. "Sure, Mrs. Preston," I replied. "About mid-morning?" "That'll be great," she replied, smiling. "It won't take long." Jennifer walked outside with me. "What does your mom want with me?" "I dunno. She probably just wants to talk about her class or something." "I guess," I shrugged, as we walked. "Mel, thanks for being so cool." I looked at her closely. She looked like she was floating in the clouds compared to earlier. "You're pretty cool yourself," I told her. I glanced around. Not seeing anyone, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, surprising her. "Mel! Someone might be watching!" "No one's around. Plus, girls kiss all the time," I innocently said. "It would've been different if I'd shoved my tongue down your throat." "I'm so used to not being affectionate with a girl at all." "That's gonna change around me, missy," I informed her. "Trust me. Okay?" She answered by reaching for my hand and holding it until she had to go back to her cabin. I was proud of her. "I guess I better get back to the cabin. I'd like to see you later." "Me too, but if I don't, I'll catch up with you in the morning. It's also time we started hanging out more back at home." "I'd like that," she said. "Maybe at your house since your mom already knows about you." "I bet your mom would also be cool about us hanging out," I replied. "We'll just have to be more careful." "Your mom really is okay with everything?" "Yeah. Both my parents are. You can be yourself in our house." "I don't know if I could," she said, showing her insecurity again. It was going to take some time letting herself go when around me. "They won't judge you," I said, squeezing her hand. "I promise." ------- Mr. Rayner and Mr. Walcott were having a good old time grilling steaks, baked potatoes, and corn on the cob on the grill. I helped Mom make a salad. The other ladies brought out some goodies they'd baked at home. This camping thing could make a girl fat if she wasn't careful. Mom said, "I heard you and Peter have worked things out." "Yep. We're still a couple." "So, what changed?" "It was just a big misunderstanding. I talked with Jennifer for a long time. I'm now certain there is nothing going on between them." "I'm not surprised Jennifer isn't interested in him." I looked at her curiously, "Why would you say that?" "Well, I never thought she was interested in him, except as a friend," Mom said. "She just didn't have that look of someone who had a crush on him." I wondered why she hadn't told me that earlier. Mom then said, "Plus, she's a lesbian." She started smiling at me as my mouth hung open in surprise. Quietly, I anxiously asked, "How did you know she was a lesbian?!" "I have my ways," she casually replied. "My gaydar works much better than Pam's." "Mom, how could you possibly know?!" I incredulously asked. "It was a lot of things that added up over the past few years. For one, I knew Jamie had asked her out, but she'd shown absolutely no interest in him. I then noticed I'd very rarely seen her around any other guys much at all, except her brother and Peter. With Peter, they looked more like siblings than as a potential couple." "That alone doesn't mean she's a lesbian, Mom. Even I know that," I protested. "You're right. What really convinced me was seeing you two have sex, and hearing you two talking about her being a lesbian," she stated, acting all smug and shit. "You spied on me!" I exclaimed, displaying my outrage. "I wasn't intentionally spying, Melissa," she replied. "Well, what were you doing if not spying?" I irately asked. She didn't appreciate that either. I quickly remembered this was my mother I was talking to. She didn't have to say anything to show her disapproval with my tone of voice. She had an expression that I knew all too well. I quickly cowed down under her gaze. She began smiling. I was such a wuss. She then explained, "I was walking near the lake when I saw the two of you walking together. Of course, I thought that was very odd considering the way you had been acting just a short time earlier. I was afraid you might do something stupid in your anger." "Did you think I'd actually try to hurt her?" "You were very mad at her earlier. I know how you can get with Jamie." "Did you think I was taking her to the lake to drown her and bury her in the nearby woods?" I asked, stunned that my own mother would think I'd really try to physically hurt someone. "I didn't think you'd do something that bad, but you were pretty mad at her," she said. I looked at her thoughtfully. She continued, "Honey, I was just worried about my daughter." I hugged her to me. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. "I know we haven't always talked enough, Melissa, but I have always been there to make sure that you wouldn't get hurt." I tried to get free enough out of her hug to look at her, but she was stronger. Was she trying to tell me something? Was that the reason she was there during my first blindfold game? "I love you very much, and you having fun and not getting hurt has been very important to me," she said. "Even if I haven't talked about it a lot." She kissed the top of my head for a long time before releasing me. "You're the best mom in the world," I softly told her. Pulling back from her, I timidly asked, "What all else did you see?" "I saw quite a bit," she admitted. "I didn't watch too long though. I was afraid someone I knew might come over to see what was going on. In fact, when I was about halfway back to the dock, Kent and Carl showed up." "Mr. Preston was with Mr. Rayner?" I replied, gritting my teeth at the thought of Jennifer's father catching us. "Uh huh. They'd just gotten there to fish for a few hours." I immediately kicked myself for not realizing what people might think seeing us arriving or leaving together from a secluded place like that. Not to mention walking up on us with our tongues stuck up each other's cooter. "I knew they would likely see you two leaving from a notorious make-out spot, but I was able to lure them away for a while," Mom said, winking. "You didn't?!" "Mmm hmm," Mom admitted, not even acting embarrassed. "You actually did a threesome with them?" "I did it for you, sweetie," she justifiably claimed. I shook my head, smiling in amazement. "That alcove is a great spot to go to be alone," Mom said, getting off the subject of her threesome. "I found it with your father on our first trip here." I grinned at her, "So you and Daddy did the nasty in the same spot?" She turned her head away in embarrassment. I proudly grinned. It's a rare thing to embarrass my mom like that. I've learned to appreciate these kinds of fleeting victories over her. While I had the advantage, I turned the subject back to the threesome. You have to take advantage of opportunities like this. "So, how were you able to lure Mr. Rayner and Mr. Preston away?" "I have just the right bait to reel in two good sized fish," she said, winking at me. "Bad mommy," I playfully scolded. I then asked, "Did you really ... you know ... with Jennifer's dad?" "I'm insulted that you'd think I'd let him get away," she stated, feigning indignation. She was back on her game. I then asked, "Have you ever taken anyone else to the alcove? Like, Mr. Rayner or Mr. Preston?" "Only your father, sweetie." "Good," I happily replied. "Sweetie, when are you finally going to accept that your dad and I have a very happy marriage?" she asked. "We only do what we know the other is okay with. And we share with each other everything we've done. We trust each other completely." I was a bit shocked she was telling me that. She continued, "Others have told me that you worry about us. You can quit worrying." She put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me for moment. "Okay?" I felt kind of stupid. I realized that I was playing adult games but in some respects I was still a young kid. "Okay, Mom." She then asked, "Do you plan to hang out with Peter tonight?" "Yeah," I answered. "Why do you ask?" "Just curious. Since you'll be with Peter, I'm going to spend time with some friends again." Was she trying to ditch me? "What did you have planned before finding out I was back together with Peter." "I was going to spend time with you doing whatever you wanted to do." I smiled at her sweetly, before sternly saying, "You better behave yourself." "I'm always good." "So am I. That's what worries me." We laughed and hugged each other. ------- After supper, all of the adults wandered off to do their thing. Mom just said she'd be back before it got too late. If I needed her before then, she told me to go to the clubhouse and the person working would know how to reach her. I frowned as I thought about her going off to have a good time while Daddy was stuck back at home. She might have his permission, but it didn't make it feel right. I was also a little pissed that she was being so secretive around me about it all. Peter and I sat in my tent talking for a while. It felt great to just get to know each other a little better. Sure we'd known each other since we were little, but it was fun sharing little things we didn't know about each other while growing up. We'd been talking for some time when Julie showed up. "Hey, guys. Can I hang out? There's nobody around," she said. "Where's Derek?" I asked. "He had to be back at his cabin by nine. Everyone else is gone. I didn't see Pam, Mike or Jamie anywhere around the clubhouse." "That's weird," I said. "Where else would they go this time of night?" Peter said, "I think I know where they might be. It's something I discovered by accident last year." Julie and I looked at him, waiting for him to tell us more. Finally I said, "Well?" "It's something that happens on some Saturday nights. It's easier to show you ... and more fun," he said, standing up. Julie and I smiled at each other as we grabbed our towels and followed Peter. We walked past the clubhouse and headed toward a rather long driveway that went back into the woods. It was one of the few parts of "Forest Acres Campground" I'd not yet explored. "What's down there?" I asked Peter. "It's the campground owners' house," he said. "They live here year round." "The donkey dick guy?" I asked, causing Julie to snort. "Yeah. I'm not surprised you noticed," he said, which earned him a good pop on the arm. The path was also used as a driveway. It was surrounded by trees most of the way. As we walked along it, we could hear the faint sound of music. You couldn't see the house until you reached a clearing though. The house was in the middle of it. The distance from the clubhouse, along with all of the trees surrounding the place, provided them with plenty of privacy. Except from people like us, of course. It was dark except for the light coming from the house. It was more than obvious that a party was going on. Staying in the darkness, Peter led us around to the back of the house. "We can watch what is going on better from behind the house," he said. I just followed, hoping he knew what he was doing. The back of the house had a deck around it. A large sliding glass door provided the best view of the party going on inside. On the other side of it was a large family room. As we approached it, it became clear that this wasn't a typical party. And there were a lot of people there as well. Peter led us up to the edge of the deck. He told us to stay on the ground, that we'd be able to see everything with less chance of getting caught. He also said it would be hard for anyone to notice us because of the reflection from inside when looking at the glass door. Of course, everyone inside was naked. It was a nudist campground after all. But it was quite obvious that this was not a 'family oriented' party. Not only did we see drinking and dancing, there were also various combinations of people fooling around with each other. I was witnessing my very first swingers' party. "So this is where the adults go to really party," I said to no one in particular. Looking at Peter, I asked, "How many times have you spied on them?" "Just once last year. I think it's something the Meyers do occasionally," Peter said. "There's a lot more people here this time." Looking around, I noticed some of the people were smoking weed. Some were drinking as well. A few people danced, but most were either having sex, or standing around kissing and feeling each other up. It looked like they'd already been at it for a while, too. Julie didn't seem to be paying any attention to us. Her attention was focused completely on what was going on in the house. I couldn't blame her either. Inside the house, her parents were busy having sex, but it wasn't with each other. Mr. Walcott was sitting in a chair, and a woman I'd seen at the pool was kneeling in front of him giving him a blowjob. He had his eyes closed and his hips started to jerk as if he was ready to cum at any moment. Mrs. Walcott was sitting on the lap of a man on the couch, his cock sliding in and out of her as she moved above him. She was just rotating her hips because he was sucking on her tits, moving from one to the other. His cock looked rather juicy. Mrs. Walcott's pussy must have been really wet. Too bad we couldn't hear the slushing noises his cock must have made in her pussy. I saw Mom and the Rayners almost immediately. She was standing there, her legs fairly wide apart, as some man I didn't know sucked one of her tits and finger fucked her pussy. She didn't seem to mind at all. That wasn't what I was focused on though. It was one other person that had my attention, and I was totally pissed off about it too. On the floor fucking a woman that looked to be in her mid-twenties was Jamie. They were just a few feet away from Mom who was watching them. Jamie had the woman's legs over his shoulder as he rammed his cock into her. She was clearly enjoying it too. After a few minutes, he suddenly and hastily pulled out and moved over her so that his cock was above her chest. He stroked it a few times and started spurting, moving his cock from side to side so that he got cum on both of her tits. I wondered if that was some sort of rule to avoid sloppy seconds, or if the lady just liked getting her tits splattered. Mom smiled as she watched Jamie cum. And she watched with great interest as the woman reached for his spent but still hard dick, putting it down between her large breasts. She pushed her tits together around his cock, encouraging Jamie to slide it back and forth between them. I hoped there wasn't a cup size requirement for swingers' parties. I was going to be shit out of luck, at least for a few more years. Maybe that's why I didn't get an invitation. I watched Jamie a little longer, but his movements slowed down and he seemed to just smear his cum all around her large tits. He needed a break before he could cum again. Also in the room were Kari and Penny. That didn't surprise me at all. They were being kept occupied by two older men who sat next to each other on the other couch. Both girls had their backs towards their partner, and they were kissing and playing with each other's tits as they happily bounced on the men's cocks. They'd obviously been at a few of these before. What pissed me off more though was that Pam and Mike were also there. Both of them along with Jamie were underage, but Pam wasn't even a year older than me! No one seemed to act like it was a problem though. Mike certainly didn't seem to have a problem with his girlfriend getting fucked by a much older man. But then, Mike was getting a blowjob from Mrs. Meyer. She looked rather skilled at it too. At least Mike looked like he enjoyed her mouth sucking on his hard shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip, licking up his pre-cum. Her mouth moved down to his balls and I saw her suck one of them into her mouth. I could almost hear Mike groan as she let it slip out, and then sucking the other into her mouth. When she let it slip out as well, I realized that she had two fingers in his ass, fucking him while blowing him. Images of Mike fucking Mom in the ass earlier that week came to mind. A short time later, Mr. Meyer walked into the big family room. He walked over to Mom and hugged her from behind. He had one hand on her tits, the other cupped Mom's pussy. He said something into her ear. She smiled and nodded her head in reply. They both then walked over to the coffee table. There were a number of pill bottles on it. Mr. Meyer grabbed one of them, took out a pill, and put it in Mom's mouth. She happily swallowed it. "What the fuck did he just give my mother!?" I asked rather loudly. Peter shushed me, "Chill out, Mel." "Fuck chilling out, dude. He just gave my mom some shit!" "It looks like they're all doing stuff," Julie said. "Did he just give her Ecstasy?" I asked, astounded that she would take anything like that. "I guess," Peter said. "She better never say fuck to me about doing drugs," I firmly stated. Julie said, "It's not like she's shooting up heroine." She was right, but if I ever do X, Mom better not say a damn thing. "Do you want to try X sometime?" Peter seemed to seriously ask me. Then I remembered. Besides being a pussy hound for every female in his family, my boyfriend was also a drug lord. I just rolled my eyes at him. A few minutes later, Mrs. Meyer had moved from Mike over to Jamie. She was attempting to suck his cock back hard again. I assumed it was her turn at getting fucked by him. Jamie was usually pretty quick to recover, but I wasn't sure how many times he'd already cum. She sucked and licked his shaft, cleaning all the juices off it. But Jamie's cock showed no reaction. She even fingered his asshole, but there seemed to be no life returning to Jamie's cock. Mom was watching them from a few feet away. After a short time, she went to a long table set up against the wall. On it were various bottles of different kinds of liquor and mixers. Ice chests were situated under the table. She fixed a drink and looked back toward Jamie. Then she walked over to the coffee table and got a pill from a different bottle than the one Mr. Meyer had grabbed. Mom walked over to Jamie and put the pill in his mouth, letting him drink from her glass to wash it down. Peter knew what I was watching, too. "Don't go nuts, Mel," he said. I stood there fuming. She gave her own son some kind of drug! She looked like she was pretty high already herself. She then kissed him. Their tongues were in each other's mouth. "What the..." Jamie reached out to hold one of Mom's tits, playfully squeezing it, and even pulling on her nipple. While still kissing him passionately, Mom's hand rubbed down his torso toward his cock. She left it just above his dick while Mrs. Meyer continued sucking. After a short time though, she pulled her hand away. Then she pushed his hand away from her tits, but kept kissing him a little longer, licking his lips as she took a step back. She kept looking at him though. You could see the lust radiating from her stare. If he hadn't been her son, she would've fucked him for sure, when she'd gotten him hard again, of course. I wanted to be mad as hell at both of them, but what I'd just witnessed made me horny as fuck. The waterworks in my pussy were quite busy. I wondered if the only thing keeping Mom from doing more with Jamie was that all the other people there would've seen it. At least she still had some wits about her. After that, I watched what the others were doing. Mrs. Rayner was getting fucked by Mr. Meyer. It was the first time I'd seen him hard. She was on her back with her legs being held up and back by another man as Mr. Meyer drove his big cock in and out of her. I was mesmerized by the sight of that thick piece of meat, and the sight of Mrs. Rayner taking it all without looking like she was in pain. She was screaming, but it wasn't from discomfort. His cock was soaked with her juices too. Her pussy was stretched wide open by that thing. I was sure she was going to be sore in the morning. I looked at Peter who stared at the same scene. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," he whispered. Then he chuckled. "I wonder if she will ever even feel my cock in her after that." I was surprised. Julie was there. Had she heard him? Did she know what was going on in the Rayner's house? I doubted she'd heard him whispering to me though. Julie seemed fine with everything going on. I supposed she'd probably seen this kind of thing at her house before. A short time later when her mom was about to get double penetrated, she did react with genuine concern. Mrs. Walcott had been on top of a man I didn't recognize, riding his cock while facing him. When he moved out from under her, he got up and went over to the coffee table and grabbed what looked like a bottle of lotion. Another man had taken his place and slipped his cock into her pussy. The other guy then went back over to Julie's mom and got into position behind her. When he had poured some lotion on his fingers, and started pushing two of them up her butthole, Julie's eyes instantly got very big. For about a minute, the man poked his fingers into her ass. I knew what he was getting her ready for. He was getting her asshole lubed up to fuck it. He wasn't spending any time trying to get her relaxed like the Thomas' had done with me. As the man pushed his cock into her ass, Mrs. Walcott seemed to almost convulse from having two cocks fucking into her. It seemed to really scare Julie too. I wondered if she'd ever seen anyone do that before. "Have you ever seen anyone get butt fucked?" I asked her. "Nope, and I'm never gonna do it either." I started to tell her it felt great, if you take your time. But then, Peter would want to know how I knew. I was going to let him do it to me sometime, but I'd bring it up when I was ready. He was gonna take his time getting my ass ready before poking his dick in me. Maybe after you've been fucked like that for years, it's not a big deal. I loved my butthole too much to just let it get abused like that. It was like a dear friend to me. It got rid of all my shit, and was fun to finger sometimes. It felt great when people licked it, too. I think there's a saying about how if you take care of your butthole, it will take care of you ... or something like that. Mine was my pal. It had forgiven me after I let the good pastor and his wife use it. That's because they'd taken their time and treated it right. Mrs. Walcott was really getting vocal though. I looked at Julie. She had a pained expression on her face. I whispered to her, "I've done that before. It feels great. Your mom isn't getting hurt." Julie looked at me wide-eyed, and then seemed to relax. "Don't tell anyone I've done it, okay?" She nodded and then asked, "Who'd you do it with?" "Pastor Thomas and his wife, but it's a secret." She smiled and nodded again. I felt like I could trust her. "Haven't they tried it with you?" I asked. She looked at me kind of strange. "Mel, what do you know?" "I've seen you sucking off Pastor Thomas, and it didn't look like your first time with him." "Please don't tell anyone, okay?" "Don't worry, chica." We looked into the living room again. Mr. Meyer got up from fucking Mrs. Rayner. I wasn't even sure if he'd cum or not. Mrs. Rayner certainly did. She lay there kind of exhausted but wasn't getting any time to rest. The man, who had been holding her legs up, spread her knees wide and moved between her legs to fuck her. I hoped her pussy was kind of elastic, or he wasn't going to feel anything. Mr. Meyer then took Mom by the hand and led her to another room. Peter told us to follow him. He knew I wanted to watch Mr. Meyer and Mom. He can be quite perceptive when he wants to be. Peter walked up the steps onto the deck. I was afraid we'd be seen, but no one apparently could see us from inside. He took my hand and led me to a large window. It was the Meyer's master bedroom. Mr. Meyer was standing behind Mom, reaching around to fondle her breasts while he kissed the nap of her neck. Mom was leaning into him with her head back, enjoying every moment of it. He then led her over to the bed, moving over her after she stretched out on her back. He kissed the top of her head, and then the tip of her nose. Their lips crushed together passionately for a few moments. She lifted her chin as he kissed just underneath it. His lips trailed down her neck, and then over the top of her chest. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it firmly. Mom's back arched. I watched as she opened her thighs wide and pulled her knees up. I could see her pussy wide open and glistening wetly. Mom was ready for him. Mr. Meyer's throbbing hard cock was just inches away from her pussy. He then slowly pushed the head inside her. "He's gonna hurt her," I softly whimpered to myself. Julie and Peter weren't paying any attention to me. They were too mesmerized by the show they were watching. Mom certainly knew how to be sexy and sensuous for a lover. I wondered if Peter got the same treatment whenever he fucked her. Mom gasped as it slid deeper inside her before bottoming out. Mr. Meyer then began to fuck her with long slow strokes. Mom's arms wrapped around his flanks to help ensure he wouldn't completely withdraw. Their faces became intense as he fucked her more urgently. It wasn't just a wham bam thank you ma'am fuck. They were thoroughly enjoying every movement of each other's body. To me it looked like this wasn't the first time they had fucked. They were too familiar with each other, too much like lovers even. Mom occasionally opened her mouth to moan as he would drive hard and deep. His cock looked too big for her, but she was taking it all and loving it. It didn't take very long for Mom to have a huge orgasm. Her whole body was into it, too. We could hear her through the window screaming at Mr. Meyer to fuck her harder, and he didn't disappoint her either. He was slamming his hips into her rapidly, which had her loudly moaning. It was amazing that she could take his cock like that. She seemed to be having one long tremendous orgasm. His thrusts took on a real urgency. He was coming, and Mom was again, too. They held each other tightly, their bodies tense as they experienced it together. Mr. Meyer arched his back, driving his cock as deep as he could, emptying the load that had built up in him. His cock remained deep inside Mom for the longest time, filling her with his cum. Finally he pulled back, his cock wilting only a little, a string of cum stretching from the tip to Mom's pussy before breaking and dangling from the head of his cock. Mr. Meyer captured it with his finger and fed it to Mom. She smiled as she saw it coming to her mouth, happy to take it. She then sat up in front of him, with him on his haunches. Mr. Meyer handed her some Kleenex to wipe herself with. She looked at them when she had finished wiping, smiled and said something to him that we couldn't hear. She leaned down and took his spermy cock in her mouth, sucking it for a short time before kissing the tip of it while she held it in the palm of her hand. He leaned forward and kissed her lips before they both got off the bed. They both went into the bathroom. Mom appeared to be trying to clean up some more of the cum draining from her pussy. It looked like he'd cum a gallon. A few minutes later, they came back from the bathroom, and then left the bedroom to rejoin to the others. I immediately thought of Daddy. I knew they did stuff with others, but would he approve of what was going on? His wife was getting screwed big time, and she was loving every moment of it. She'd even started making out with her son while he got a blowjob. Did Daddy know she was really like this? Especially while she was away from him? Would he approve of what I just witnessed? I thought back to what Mom had said earlier about her marriage with Daddy. But was what I had just witnessed covered as well? "Are you okay, Mel?" Peter asked. "Yeah, I guess." I looked at Peter, "Was she like that when you fucked her?" "Mel, the guy fucked her with a lamp post." He didn't answer my question. It was like he was afraid. I knew he fucked her. Just answer the question. But he was always skipping that part. It was starting to piss me off, too. "Have you seen them together before?" "Pam and I spied on them last year. She looked much the same then as now." "My daddy knew about it?" "She was sucking your dad's cock while Mr. Meyer was fucking her last year." I scrunched my lips and sighed. "Mel, I'm sure she has his approval. She told me she tells your father everything." She told Peter that? "They were so passionate though. They looked like..." "Lovers?" "Well ... yeah. Did you see the way they were kissing?" "She just fucked him, Mel. It's a swingers' party. Sure they got into it, but sex isn't just about fucking." We went back to where we could watch inside the family room again. Mr. Meyer had apparently found Pam, who was sucking his cock. She mostly had to use her tongue since she couldn't get too much into her mouth, even after he'd blown a load into Mom. Speaking of Mom, she was sitting on the couch with Mrs. Meyer kneeling in front of her. She had her face buried in Mom's pussy. Both views were pretty hot. I just hoped for Pam's sake that Mr. Meyer didn't decide he was ready to fuck again. My friend would never be the same if he did. On the floor near Mom, Kari had her face pressed into a man's butt while he was licking her mom's pussy. Also on the floor near Mom I saw Jamie on his back. He almost looked like he was snoozing. Was he high? His cock sure wasn't snoozing. It stood straight up, rock-hard. Pam's father was lying on his back with the woman in her mid-twenties from earlier riding his cock while Penny was kissing her. The woman had her hand buried in Penny's cunt, finger fucking her hard and fast. It was nice to see that woman being so helpful to a father and his daughter like that. Peter started finger fucking me the same way. My irritation at not being included in the party wasn't gone, but I was very horny from watching the orgy. It completely went away for a short while when he slipped his cock inside me from behind. I forgot about the adults inside for a second but not really. As Peter thrust into me, I imagined that it was Donkey Dick fucking me. I almost felt him stretching my pussy to the limit, going into me deep, hurting me. I went off like a rocket, again. I didn't even feel Peter's hand clamping over my mouth. My knees felt weak, I couldn't stand up anymore. But Peter hadn't cum yet. He'd already cum in me twice earlier. I didn't want to leave him frustrated after getting me off so good though. I got down on my knees and Peter pushed inside me from behind again. Julie looked left out, so I had her lay on her back so I could eat her out. I didn't taste any cum in her pussy. Poor girl. Derek wasn't doing his job. After Peter came in me, and Julie had her orgasm, the irritation at being excluded returned again. "You know it totally sucks that we're not in there, but Pam, Jamie and Mike got invited." "Maybe next year," Peter said. "Fuck next year," Julie said. "I'm with Mel on this. If Pam is old enough to be there, then so are we." We then made a pact together. We'd make our own fun. The night was young and we'd been left alone by all the adults anyways. I also knew someone at the campground that I'd love to get to know even better. ------- Chapter 31 We watched the orgy a little longer. It looked like everyone was taking shifts. While some people were resting, another group was either just getting started or was already well into a good fuck. If this was a family oriented nudist campground I wouldn't even want to know what might be going on at a swinger's campground. Peter suspected a lot of the men were using Viagra, or 'the blue pill'. He was sure some of the pills were the little blue ones. I wondered if that was what Mom gave Jamie. He'd never had a problem getting hard for me. Sarah never seemed to complain either. It seemed like he was always hard if there was a pussy within a mile of him. I guess Mom didn't want him to get embarrassed if he went limp at an orgy. That kind of thing could leave a scar for life. Girls will talk about that shit too. That kinda stuff would be all over school before homeroom was over. That would bother me for two reasons. One, I love my brother and don't want to see him hurt ... unless it's by my hands. And two, I would become known as the girl with the limp dick brother. After thinking about it, I almost went inside to give him another blue pill myself. As we were walking away from the house, Peter started talking about the blue pill from 'The Matrix', and how it was about living an illusion if you took it. He was trying to be deep with me, but why did it have to be about Viagra and Neo? I was so gonna have to talk to him about all this drug stuff, and soon. After we were back at the clubhouse, the 'pact' was without a clue for what to do. We had to be the lamest pact ever. Maybe we should've crashed the orgy? That's what I would've done. What was the worst that could've happened? We'd have become legends as the orgy busters. "Let's go see if Derek and Jennifer can hang out with us," Julie suggested with a grin. I was seriously beginning to appreciate her even more. "Will their parents let them out this late?" I asked. I figured she knew the Prestons better than I did. "They wouldn't let Derek out with me alone, but with you and Peter with me, they might ... especially with Jennifer too." If the Prestons would feel better about letting their kids out at night with me around, they must not have heard too much about me yet. This could work! When we reached the Preston's cabin, Mr. Preston greeted us at the door. "Hi, Mr. Preston. We were wondering if Jennifer and Derek could hang out with us for a while," I said as sweetly as I could. I gave him a cute coquettish pose, too. I just hoped he couldn't smell Peter's cum drying on my thighs or Julie's pussy juice on my face. "I guess for a little while, if their mom is fine with it." Men were so easy. A pretty naked girl smiling sweetly should be illegal. Mrs. Preston overheard us, "It's getting rather late, Carl." Jennifer gave her mom a seriously great pleading look. Fuck, that look might even work for me with my mom! She was so gonna have to teach me that one. Mrs. Preston breathed a deep sigh. She then told Derek and Jennifer, "It's fine with me, if you're back by eleven. And I mean eleven tonight, not tomorrow morning!" "Thanks, Mom," Jennifer gave her mom a quick hug. Too cool, I thought. I kicked myself for not hanging out more with Jennifer last year. Every girl should have a cool lesbian friend like her. Eleven o'clock would give us about an hour and a half to get into some trouble that hopefully no one would discover. I figured we could be fashionably late by about fifteen minutes without getting the Prestons too upset. I didn't want to push things too much. Algebra was already going to be a bitch. I didn't need to make the teacher bitchy at me on top of it. As we were getting ready to leave, Mrs. Preston reminded me, "Melissa, please remember to stop by in the morning for a few minutes." I nodded and started walking away with the others. Apparently, she really really wanted to talk to me. That kinda spooked me a little. But I wasn't going to worry about that until the next morning. I was in my troublemaking mode. "Thanks for coming to get us," Jennifer said, shaking me out of my thoughts. "My parents really don't like us out after dark. So it can get seriously boring around here at night." "We're gonna hang out a whole lot more from now on, chica," I informed her and grinned. "At night, too." She reached over behind me and rubbed my butt. I softly told her, "Someone is feeling adventurous." She just smiled at me. I leaned into her, putting my arm around her as we walked. Peter walked next to me and looked at me kinda curious. "I've been so horny since earlier," she quietly admitted. I turned my head to whisper in her ear, "We're gonna have to sneak away from them somehow." I wasn't sure how we were going to do that, but I was determined to look for opportunities. I couldn't believe how horny for her I was feeling. You'd think I'd just found out how much fun another girl could be. "Where are your parents?" Jennifer asked. "Well, it's just my mom with us this weekend. Daddy's finishing some big presentation or proposal for his job," I explained. "The Rayners and Walcotts are hanging out with some friends of theirs. Mom is with them." No way could I tell her exactly where they were at, or what they were doing. Not right then anyways. Maybe some day. I then asked both Jennifer and Derek if their parents ever left them to fend for themselves at night. I was mainly curious why they weren't at the orgy along with the rest of our parents. Derek said, "Once in a while, but usually they don't for very long." Their parents must not do too much swinging while at the campground. If they do, they must do it during the day. Of course, their father had scored with my mom that afternoon. I wondered who Mrs. Preston liked to do when her husband was 'fishing'. "Your parents are kinda strict?" I asked. "Not really. They're mostly pretty cool," Jennifer replied. "I can usually talk them into letting me do what I want." I let Derek and Julie get ahead of us a little. He put his arm around her and Julie rested her head against his shoulder. She seemed to be seriously hooked on him. I hoped for Julie's sake that Derek felt the same way. They could not hear us anymore. "Looks AND skills, I love it." I said, looking at her admiringly. "We should've been hanging out long ago, sister." Peter looked at me. He was giving me an incredulous look. Yeah, I was sucking up to her. "What?" I asked him. He just grinned and shook his head. He had two sisters. He should be used to girls changing their mind quickly. I guess it looked really odd for me to be sucking up to her when just a little earlier I was ready to completely destroy her life. You have to roll with the changes. You either adapt or become extinct. I picked that up from an animated dinosaur movie when I was little. It was one of those big fuckers who said it to a little fucker. I was all about adapting after I saw that. ------- We checked out the pool first. No one was in it. Everyone who wasn't at the orgy was either in the hot tubs, or doing karaoke or dancing in the clubhouse. Things were looking rather bleak for us as far as doing something wild. Then, Derek saved the day. "I know someplace we can go to party some," he enthusiastically said. "Where?" We all asked in unison. "Someplace I found during the day one time while exploring," he said. "We need a lantern or flashlight though." Jennifer reminded him of one their parents had that belonged to the Rayners. "Good thinking, Jen," he said. "I can tell Dad I'm getting it to give to Peter for his parents." Derek then whispered something to Peter. He smiled, and whispered something back. They both told us to wait there and they'd be right back. As he ran off, Jennifer said, "Gawd, I hate being called 'Jen'." "What's wrong with 'Jen', Jen?" I joked. She held her fist up at me. She looked sexy even faking being mad! "It just sounds stupid," she replied. "And people make jokes with it, like 'Jen and Tonic' and other shit. Don't you get tired of people calling you 'Mel'?" "I don't really think about it," I said. "But then you can't make as many jokes with 'Mel' as you can with 'Jen'." "Have you ever been called 'Mellow Yello'?" "Too many times. Jamie really thought he was being funny too," I said. "He also used to call me the cancer one - 'Melanoma'. That was pretty fucked up." "You kicked his ass, didn't you?" Julie asked with a knowing grin. She apparently remembered me hitting Jamie at the Rayners. "Yeah, but then I'd get in trouble with Mom," I said. "Plus he got too big to fight, but he stopped using names like that when his balls finally dropped." "I hate being called 'Jules'," Julie added. "I have an uncle that always calls me that." "I think 'Jules' would be cute some of the time," Jennifer added. "But not around everyone. Maybe like a cutesy name your lover calls you." "Yeah," said Julie. She then giggled as she said, "But Derek better not call me that yet." We giggled with her. Julie saw Derek approaching, and ran to meet him along the way. Jennifer looked at them. "She sure has a crush on him. When she's over at our house, his door is always closed. I think they are making out, I'm wondering why Mom has never said anything about it." She was lost in her thoughts for a minute, and then said, "I think 'Mel' is a cuter name than 'Jen'." "I think 'Jen' is seriously cute," I retorted. "I'll call you 'Jen' when you're being really cute." "Okay, you can call me 'Jen' if you want, but only because I'm in love with you." "Okay ... Jennie Poo," I grinned, which only incited her to tickle me and playfully slap my butt. Derek and Julie finally reached us. He brought the lantern ... and binoculars. "What are you going to do with those?" I asked, really curious now. "You'll see," he said. "Follow me." "What about Peter?" I asked. "He's gonna meet us along the way," he said, walking away with Julie at his side. I looked at Jennifer and shrugged as we headed off for what I hoped would be a fun adventure. Her hand kept squeezing my butt. I liked it. ------- Derek led us away from the clubhouse in the direction of the lake. Maybe he was taking us to the alcove? We would be alone. I was disappointed though. I was hoping he'd found some place I hadn't. As we got closer to the lake, we saw Peter waiting on us. He had a small cooler with him. "I've got beer, soda, and a small bottle of Southern Comfort my Dad had stashed," he said. My boyfriend is so fucking cool! "I've never drank before," Jennifer whispered to me. "My parents will kill me!" "I won't let you get drunk," I promised her. "Not too drunk anyways." She looked a little scared, but she didn't chicken out. She was going to grow up fast around me. "So, where are we going?" I asked. "This way," Derek said, as he led us over to an opening in the trees I hadn't noticed before. It was a narrow path leading off into the woods. Peter walked behind us with a flashlight he'd also brought. I did my best not to think about stepping on a snake in the dark. It took us about ten minutes to get to where we were going. Even with the lantern, it was too dark to make out what was so special about where we were. "Are we just going to sit on the ground?" I asked. "Look up," Derek said, which caused Peter to shine the flashlight up as well. "Too fucking awesome," Peter said, as we looked up at an old fire lookout tower. "We're going to climb that?" Jennifer asked, skeptically. "There are stairs that you can take up to the top," Derek explained. "I've gone up there during the day a few times. You can see for miles at the top." Julie gave him a big hug. "Cool! Party on a tower. Nobody can see us and we can see everybody." I actually remembered noticing it off in the distance during the day. I didn't think it was on the campground though. "Wouldn't perverts get up there and spy on the campground?" I asked. "This is still part of the campground property," Derek explained. "And the property is fenced. So nobody from the outside could get to the tower too easily. The forestry service used to pay people to sit up in these things to watch for fires. The Meyers never took this tower down after they bought the land." Peter ran over to the bottom of the stairs ahead of us. We weren't far behind though. The stairs led up to an opening in the floor of the enclosed top of the tower. The climb to the top was a little scary, mainly because it was still rather dark even with the lights we had. And I also quickly remembered that I was scared of heights, unless I was mad and trying to break into my own house. I guess I have selective fear. Mom was always telling Daddy that he has selective hearing. After we were inside, we all looked out toward the campground. "This is pretty awesome," I said. There were plenty of lights on the campground to see things. Julie agreed, "I'm glad we came here. I've never been up this high before. This is so neat." Derek stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. Peter opened the cooler and used a table in the middle of the floor to set the drinks and cups out. I fixed Jennifer a small cup of soda with just a little bit of Southern Comfort. After I handed her the cup, she scrunched her lips for a moment, but then took a sip. "This stuff is good," she proclaimed. Derek grabbed the bottle, and held it up to her mouth, "Drink a little of it straight from the bottle." I started to warn her, but decided to let her experience it. "Fucking Hell!" she said, spitting and looking like she was going to throw up. I held her cup up to her and told her to drink some to get the taste and burn out of her throat. I remembered how Jamie had pulled that on me one time during a New Year's Eve party at our house. "Why didn't you guys warn me?!" she yelled, but she wasn't mad. "That wouldn't be any fun," Peter said, grinning. I just shrugged at her and smiled. We stood around drinking, feeling like big shots. We were eighty feet or so in the air, getting drunk. If that wasn't fucking stupid enough, Peter then pulled out a sealed bag with weed and rolling papers from the cooler. "Peter, where the hell do you get that stuff?" I asked. "Do you have your own cartel or something?" "I have friends," he grinned, while starting to roll a joint. "If I get busted hanging out with you..." I started saying, and then watched curiously as he licked the edge of the rolling paper to finish making it. "Will you show me how to roll one?" He had me hold the paper and talked me through it. I felt so bad ass. Then Jennifer asked if he would also show her. She did a pretty good job, too. Of course, Derek had to roll his own joint, but I got the impression it probably was his first time. I had this weird feeling of pride in my boyfriend. If he was going to be a drug lord, I at least expected him to know enough so he wouldn't embarrass me. He did good. He would make a terrific pharmacist some day. But I also knew I needed to talk to him about the drug stuff. If he did get busted, there would probably be a search of his home. If the police discovered Mrs. Rayner's pictures and videos, we'd all be in serious trouble. I wondered if his parents knew of his stash. Peter lit up one of the joints and passed it around. Jennifer admitted it was her first time as she tried not to cough. "I hope my parents don't notice I've been smoking when I get back," she said, but took another long drag as if she didn't really care. Peter said, "Just go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, and put some perfume on to mask any smell. Since you're naked, you won't have to worry about them smelling it in your clothes." I started to say they'd be able to smell it in her hair, but I didn't want her freaking out. I'd tell her the really important stuff about how to fool your parents when I had more time. First, I was gonna have to get Peter to tell me. He's the drug lord here. He should know this stuff. I wondered if his 'friends' called him 'Big Pete' or something really cool. After we finished a second joint, I moved over to the side of the tower facing the campground, and looked out. It was difficult to make out anything though. I bet it looked more awesome during the day. "Here, use these," Derek told me, handing me the binoculars. With them, you could see things around the campground really good. "This is so fucking cool," I stated, as I looked toward the clubhouse. The binoculars were pretty strong. You could easily see who the people were, and what they were doing. "Have you ever seen anything interesting while up here?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, as he reached for, and I gave him the binoculars. "I've seen a few married people hooking up, but not with their own spouses." God I hoped he'd not seen Mom or Daddy before. "Anyone I'd know?" I asked, a little scared of what his answer might be. "I don't think so," he replied. "But, you know that really buff couple camping not far from you?" "Yeah, I saw them when we first got here." "I see them now. Did you know his wife is cheating on him?" "With who?" I asked anxiously. "Have you seen the man with all the hair?" "No way, dude! Not Wooly Bully!" I exclaimed. He was chuckling as he said, "Jennifer calls him that too." "She has a great looking guy, and she's fucking around with Gomez Addams' cousin?" I asked. "Cousin It?" Julie asked. "I thought he was cool ... or she ... or whatever." "I think that's why it was called Cousin It." Derek said to her. "I like 'Thing'," I said. I grinned as I added, "He would be really 'handy'. Every girl should have one." "I think my mother has a Thing," Jennifer said, smiling. "I found it one day in her dresser." I looked at her in awe. Did she not know we were talking about 'The Addams Family'? She had to be seriously high, I figured, to talk about her mom's sex toys. Derek laughed and told her, "I hope you washed her 'thing' after you got through with it." Jennifer punched her brother's shoulder. Shit, she could hit pretty good. Maybe I was lucky she turned out to be a lesbian instead of a boyfriend poacher. She might've kicked my little bisexual butt. I made a mental note to never piss off a lesbian. "So, what do you see now?" I asked Derek, trying to get everyone to stop picking on Jennifer. I reserved the right to do that. I was the one she was in love with. "I see the buff lady with her husband," Derek said. He then eagerly exclaimed, "Holy shit! She just pulled him behind a tree." "What are they doing," Jennifer enthusiastically asked, recovering from her embarrassment quickly. Smoking weed helps with that. "She's on her knees sucking him." "She's sucking her husband out in the open?" Julie disbelievingly asked. "I doubt anyone can see them ... except us," he grinned. He handed me the binoculars again, "Here, take a look." It took me a moment to find them, but there they were. "He's not that big," I noted. "Wooly Bully is a lot bigger than her husband," Derek informed me. "So there is something hiding in the bushes," Jennifer joked, which got us all laughing hard. It wasn't that funny, but we were all on a pretty good buzz. After a few minutes, Peter took the binoculars and looked for something interesting. Jennifer moved behind me and started playing with my butt. I cut my eyes back at her, smiling. I didn't do anything to stop her though. "Fuck! I just spotted two guys making out!" "You would," Derek said, slamming him. I so adore guys cock fighting in front of girls. It's just so mature, I sarcastically thought. Jennifer then took the binoculars to watch the two guys. I decided to come to my boyfriend's aide by deeply kissing him, making sure Derek saw me being very openly affectionate with him. I wanted him to that see Peter was plenty man enough for me. Actually, I was getting really horny again, so I got to kill two birds. I then wondered if Derek would joke about two guys making out if he knew his sister was a lesbian. They seemed to be just as close as Jamie and I were. Eventually he was going to find out. I hoped when he did that he wouldn't be an ass with her. I ended up back with the binoculars. Remembering where Mom and Jamie were, I easily found the Meyer's house. Mom, Mrs. Walcott, Jamie, and Mike were on the front porch with some other people. Mom had her arm around Mike, and Jamie had his arm around Mrs. Walcott. The guys were feeling up each other's mom. They both had erections too, which our moms had a hand on. I didn't want the others to see that, so I found another couple making out on a lounge chair at the pool. It wasn't nearly as interesting as what we'd already seen though, so I put the binoculars down and asked what else everyone wanted to do. Derek said, "Let's make out together, swapping partners." "Dude, Jennifer is your sister," I quickly reminded him. "Oh, yeah. Well, Julie and I can make out while you two make out with Peter," he said to me. "Then you and Julie can swap guys, with Jennifer staying with Peter." It was obvious that Derek really was more interested in fooling around with me, but Peter was okay with it. Peter said, "I don't mind if Melissa doesn't." I wasn't going to be the spoiler, but I also saw the panic on Jennifer's face. She quickly whispered to me that she was scared her brother or Julie would wonder about her not making out with Peter. "I'll do it, but only with the lantern and flashlight off," I said to everyone. I then whispered to Jennifer to trust me. She was still scared though, but went along with what I was doing. Julie and Derek moved over to one side of the tower, while we sat on the other. As dark as it was, I could barely make them out. My plan should work. I whispered to both of them what to do. "When Julie is with you guys, keep her on one side of you, Peter. Jennifer, you stay on the opposite side of Peter. Julie shouldn't realize you two aren't kissing or anything." I specifically said to Jennifer, "You have to at least pretend to be kissing Peter while Julie's with you guys. Just put your faces together ... kiss his cheek ... pretend he's me or something." She still looked a little panicked. I asked her, "He has been a very good friend to you, hasn't he? Just touch lips. You don't have to swallow his tongue or anything. Can you do that?" She nodded. The three of us started making out, with Jennifer kissing me, while Peter kissed and sucked on my ear and neck. I loved being the one getting both their attention at the same time. After about five minutes, we swapped. I went over to Derek and started kissing him. He wasn't a bad kisser. Actually, he was very good. I couldn't blame Julie for hooking up with him. However, it didn't take long for him to start playing with my tits. I wondered if Julie would be pissed off about it. Derek then put my hand on his hard cock. It felt really nice and hard. I should've moved my hand away, but I just went with it and held it. He then tried to nudge my head down, indicating he wanted me to suck him. I whispered no, but started stroking his dick. I figured I could blame being high if Julie found out later on. He had a really nice cock. What girl could resist playing with it? Except for Jennifer, of course. She should've had a sister. Then we swapped again. I made out with Peter and Jennifer like before. Since I'd been jerking off Derek, I wanted to at least do it for Peter too. I'd even suck his cock. It's what a good girlfriend would do. When I first touch Peter's dick, I quickly realized it was wet, probably from Julie sucking him. Well fuck, I thought. I'm already playing catch up. So, I went down on him. I only sucked him for a short time before moving to kiss Jennifer. She wouldn't though. She quietly objected, "You just had his thing in your mouth." "Damn, girl. You're hardcore lesbian," I softly exclaimed. She had a squeamish look on her face. "It's not poisonous or anything." I then reached for a beer that one of them had opened and took a swig, and then pulled her to me and kissed her. She pulled back with a sour face. "Now you taste like my granddad when he's been drinking and gives me a kiss." I pretended to be insulted, and then joked, "Maybe you're not a lesbian, but just prefer older men." An embarrassed grin quickly appeared. I expected retaliation, but she just grabbed me and kissed me passionately for about a minute. And when I say passionately, I mean just that. It was the way Peter and I kissed. When we separated, I was a little concerned about Peter. What was he thinking about what he'd just witnessed? But as I did sometimes, I forgot that he's just a horn dog. "You don't have to stop on account of me," he stated. "That was fucking hot to watch." "Do you want me to get you off like I just did Derek? I whispered to him, attempting to shock him. He whispered back in my ear, attempting to shock me more, "Just because your mother fucked me silly doesn't mean you have to as well." It probably was a good thing I was high when he said that, otherwise I might've gotten pissed off. All he got for it was a quick tickling of his side. He then said to me loud enough for Jennifer to hear, "Why don't you three girls kiss for me and Derek." It sounded like a great idea, but I wasn't high enough to forget that Jennifer might regret doing something like that in front of Derek. Also, neither Julie nor Jennifer knew that the other was into doing girls. I told him, "Maybe later, horn dog." I then heard Jennifer whisper, "Julie's fucking my brother." I guess it wasn't too dark to see Julie riding on top of Derek's cock. I wondered if Jennifer was afraid Derek would suggest she fuck Peter. I'd put a stop to that, even if it made me look like a jealous girlfriend. Fortunately, Derek was more interested in fucking his girlfriend. I suspected they didn't have that many opportunities during the day. But I did kiss Peter just like I had Jennifer. Her leaning over to suck on my nipple did help make the kiss a little more intense. Then it was time to swap again. Derek didn't waste any time with me either. As soon as we started kissing, his fingers were working their way inside my pussy. Of course, I started stroking his cock again. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Derek again tried to get me to go down on him. I refused again. If I wanted to suck him off, I would. I didn't want him pushing my head down like that. He didn't take it well either. "You don't like cocks?" I quickly realized the irony, that Derek might come away from this thinking 'I' might be a lesbian. He probably suspected that Julie had sucked Peter, so I decided it probably wouldn't bother Peter if I went down on Derek. The reasoning was probably fucked up, but I was high. It doesn't have to make sense when you're high, I figured. His cock was really wet with Julie's juices on it. I didn't taste any sperm, though. I guessed he had gotten Julie off but hadn't cum yet himself. So he was probably anxious to cum. Derek seemed to appreciate my efforts, too. He had his hand on my head, pushing his cock into my mouth more urgently. I knew he was about to cum, and started to pull my mouth away. He held my head down though using both hands, and came in my mouth. I was totally pissed off. I was so tempted to bite his dick, but decided something else would be more appropriate. I acted like I was finished swallowing, and leaned up, wiping my hand across my mouth. I then forced a kiss on him. It surprised him and he didn't resist at first. But then I pushed my tongue in his mouth still soaked with his sperm, forcing him to taste some of it. He did resist that at first, but then got into the kiss too. I wondered if he would've done that if he wasn't high. When we broke the kiss, he got a good smirk from me. I might be a little drunk and high, but nobody forces me to do something like that. He knew he fucked up too. But he took his medicine, so I let it go at that. When I was back with Peter and Jennifer, I asked Peter why he didn't cum in Julie's mouth. He said he was saving it for later. I don't know if he saw me grinning in the dark, but I was glad he was saving a last load for me. We quickly realized it was getting late. So, we picked up all the evidence of us having been there and stuffed it into the cooler. The walk down from the top was actually more intimidating than going up. If Derek got us killed on this adventure, I was never going to speak to him again. Once we were down, we made our way back down the same path. The walk seemed to help us sober up a little too. We walked with Jennifer and Derek back to their cabin. It was about ten after eleven. Not too bad, I thought. The Prestons didn't act upset when we got there. As we were getting ready to leave, Jennifer came back outside and caught up with me, grabbing my arm. "Thanks for coming to get me tonight," she said, looking very happy. "It was fun hanging out with you." "We're gonna hang out a whole lot more as soon as we get back home." I hugged her. God, I was still horny. Lesbians must give off some really cool pheromones or something. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together from now on," I said, winking at her. I started to kiss her, but saw her mom standing in the entrance to the cabin, and thought better of it. Instead, I told her I would talk with her the next day. I then ran and caught up with Peter and Julie. ------- The three of us weren't ready to call it a night yet. Peter wanted to sit in the hot tub a while, Julie and I went with him. As soon as I got close enough, I spotted Mr. Pervert. There was a woman sitting with him this time though. I quickly reminded him who the man in the hot tub was. "That's the guy, Peter," I softly said. "The guy you told the Walcotts about last night?" he asked. "Yeah." "What was all that about?" he asked me. "What's going on?" Julie asked, interrupting before I could say anything else. "That man sitting on the other side was here last night..." "Oh, that's Mr. Pervitt and his wife," Julie stated, surprising me that she knew who they were. "They hang out with my parents sometimes when we're here. Don't worry, they're cool." As we stepped down into the hot tub, the Pervitts immediately recognized Julie ... and me. "Hi, Julie," they both said to her. They hadn't forgotten me either, "Hi, Melissa." "It's great to see our new friend again. Isn't it, Tom?" Mrs. Pervitt asked her husband, smiling knowingly at him. I was certain I was blushing. Mrs. Pervitt then said to me, "Melissa, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Nancy." "Nice to meet you," I politely replied, knowing it really was my second encounter with her. Mrs. Pervitt then said, "And hi to you too, Peter. We didn't mean to leave you out." Peter said hello back. I cut my eyes at him. He hadn't mentioned that he knew them. What was up with that? I quietly asked him, "You know them?" He whispered back, "No. Well, not really. Mom introduced them to me one time is all." Julie talked with both of them for a short time. I was feeling rather sheepish knowing that Mrs. Pervitt knew I'd been showing off for her husband. "Why don't we all go back to our cabin for a little while?" Mr. Pervitt asked. "I still have Peter's father's lantern I need to get back to him from earlier in the summer." "That's a great idea, Tom," his wife replied. "We hope you'll come too, Melissa." "Sure," I skittishly replied, wondering where all this was leading. It couldn't be just about a frickin' lantern either. I was game though. And Julie had said they were cool. Being a little high still probably helped me to agree. After we reached their cabin and went inside, Mr. Pervitt went out back to get the lantern. After he walked back in, he said, "Thank your father again for us for letting us borrow it back in June. We usually rent a cabin, but we decided at the last minute to come and forgot to bring one with our tent. "Can I get everyone something to drink?" Mrs. Pervitt asked. I decided to be nice and followed her to help fix us cups of soda. She was glad I had. "Is this your first time camping here?" "Yeah," I answered, "I just found out about this nudist stuff this summer." "Do you like it? Some girls your age would be really uncomfortable showing their naked bodies to all kinds of people of all ages." "I think it is a lot of fun," I looked at her, "It was fun showing off for your husband, even in the shower with my mom." She laughed. "He was so turned on when he came back to the cabin this morning. We made love all morning, almost up to the time when you came to our cabin." She chuckled. "I hadn't even had a chance to clean up." I blushed. "Did I embarrass you? If I did, I'm sorry." We had finished pouring the sodas. "No, but I am still getting used to grown-ups talking to me so openly." After we handed everyone their cup, I sat back down next to Peter. "Thank you, Melissa, for helping with the drinks," she said. Then she added " ... and for getting my husband in a great mood last night ... and this morning, too." She then winked at me. I was totally embarrassed. "What happened?" Julie asked. I could've strangled her! "Yeah, what happened?" Peter asked as well. I was ready to kill my boyfriend too. And how the hell did he completely miss the show I was giving last night?! Mrs. Pervitt repeated what her husband had told her I done in the hot tub the previous night. I was still surprised she wasn't pissed with me at least a little. "Show your friends what you did, Melissa," Mr. Pervitt challenged. His wife added, "I'd love to see what I missed." "Well, at first I sorta showed off my..." I froze, and instead of saying tits, I just looked down at them and quickly pointed at them, and turned away blushing. I was staring right at Peter, who seemed to be reveling in my predicament. Julie was grinning. So much for my supportive pact! "What did you do then with your tits," Mrs. Pervitt eagerly asked. I quickly realized what she and her husband wanted. I was still high enough to do it too. "Well, first I pretended I had stuff on my boobs and playfully touched them like I was brushing them off," I said, doing exactly that. "Then I cupped them with my hands a few times, squeezing them a little." "You look so sexy doing that," Mrs. Pervitt said. "I wish I'd been there!" I smiled appreciatively. I was hoping though that she wouldn't ask me to repeat what I'd done with my mom that morning for her. She then asked, "What was Peter doing?" I cringed a little. I wondered if Mr. Pervitt had figured out he'd been fingering me while I'd given him a titty show. "His hand was busy," I shyly said. "Was he touching your pussy?" she intently asked. I'm not sure why, but I was a little surprised she asked that. I pretty much knew then that things were about to get more interesting. "He was playing with it, pushing his finger inside me." She turned to her husband, "You were right, dear." Mr. Pervitt wasn't really paying attention to her. His cock had quickly gotten hard watching me repeat what I'd done for him the previous night. I was quickly feeling less embarrassed. I smiled, and continued, "I moved up so that I was sitting on the edge of the tub, and kept my legs open, like this..." I said, spreading my legs open wider. Both of the Pervitts were staring straight at my pussy. "I then started also rubbing the inside of my thighs close to..." I paused, still a little too shy to actually speak so explicitly in front of them. But I did start rubbing close to my pussy, which caused my lips to spread open. "You can say 'pussy', dear," Mrs. Pervitt said. "It's a very lovely one too. Tom said he was slowly stroking his cock while looking at it." She looked at her husband, "Show her what you did, Tom." He seemed happy to be able to grab his shaft and begin masturbating in front of all of us. I then said, while also demonstrating, "I also stretched my arms while pushing out my chest so that my little boobies stuck out as much as possible." "You have beautiful boobies, honey," she said, her voice revealing just how horny she was, too. I glanced over at Julie. She had her legs spread wide, with her hand between them. I was then sure that she knew this couple a whole lot better than me. Looking back at Peter, he had his hand on his cock too. He smiled a little sheepishly at me. With everything going on around me, I felt emboldened to be more daring. "Then Peter and I left the hot tub," I stood up and turned around. "I made sure Mr. Pervitt got a great view of my little butt." "Tom mentioned just how sexy your butt was," Mrs. Pervitt said. "We both stared at it this morning too. Would you mind if we got a closer look?" I looked at Peter, searching his face to make sure it was okay with him. He nodded, and I walked over and stood with my back to the Pervitts. "It looks so firm and sexy," she admired. "May we touch it, Melissa? Oh, where are my manners! Peter, would you mind if we touch your girlfriend?" "I don't mind," he struggled to say. He was just as caught up in the moment as me. Then I felt a hand on each of my butt cheeks. Another hand gently pushed on my back. I got the hint and bent over. They both rubbed and squeezed, enjoying playing with my ass. They let fingers slip at times, touching my pussy lips and my butthole. "Julie likes her little butt spanked," Mrs. Pervitt stated, shocking me. "Don't you, Julie?" Julie nodded her head. "Come over here and let's show Melissa what you like," she told her. "Melissa, why don't you and Peter sit on the floor and watch." Peter joined me sitting on the floor within a few feet of the Pervitts. Julie walked over and stood between them, her face beet red. She turned so she was standing sideways to them. Mr. Pervitt moved his hand over one of her tits, squeezing it, and then playing with her nipple. Peter reached for one of mine, doing the same. Mrs. Pervitt was rubbing all over Julie's ass. She then asked Julie to lie across her husband's lap, and then she really surprised me and Peter. SLAP! Mrs. Pervitt popped Julie's butt firmly, causing her to jump slightly. Her eyes were closed tightly, her lips firmly pressed together. She left her hand on the spot she's spanked, rubbing it gently. SLAP! She spanked her again, repeating the same thing afterward as well. Apparently, the Pervitts were a part of Julie's spanking secret. The spanking must have hurt, but there was no sound from Julie whatsoever. But the color of her face had turned from crimson to very pale. I figured she was fighting tears. SLAP! Mr. Pervitt wasn't being a spectator. He was busy rubbing his hand between Julie's butt cheeks, pausing to finger her asshole while she got her butt cheeks wailed on by his wife. "Melissa, sweetie. It's not polite to just leave your boyfriend sitting there with a hard-on," Mrs. Pervitt said a little sternly. "If you don't start behaving, I may have to spank you too." I bit my lip, and looked at Peter. He looked down at the hard pole between his legs. I grabbed it and stroked slowly, looking back toward Julie. "Julie, show Melissa what to do with a hard cock." Julie looked at me blushing, and then slipped up so that she was straddling Mr. Pervitt's lap, facing him. Mrs. Pervitt grabbed her husband's dick, and held it as Julie sat down on it, taking it all the way inside her. The spanking must have made her really wet. His cock glistened with her juices after only a few strokes into her pussy. Mrs. Pervitt then stood up and stepped closer to us. She got down on her knees beside me, and asked, "Would you mind if I fucked your boyfriend?" How was I to refuse? She'd asked so nicely. I nodded to her and moved away from Peter. "Don't go anywhere, Melissa," she said. "I'm not going to leave you out." She then lowered herself so she was on her hands and knees. Peter moved so he could fuck her doggie style. "Lay down in front of me, sweetie, so I can lick that beautiful pussy." We all stayed like that for a short time. While Peter fucked Mrs. Pervitt, she did a great job of bringing me off, licking both my pussy and my asshole as she pushed my legs forward. She then surprised me when she asked, "Would you like to fuck Tom?" I didn't respond at first. This was getting weird. She wanted me to fuck Peeping Tom Pervert? "I don't think Julie will mind," she told me. "Tom pretended I was you earlier today when he fucked me. He'll be disappointed if he doesn't get to fuck you in person." I smiled as I got up off the floor. Julie had heard us and swapped places with me. Mr. Pervitt moaned loudly as I sat down on his cock. "I've been wanting to get inside you since last night," he said as he rutted up into me. He played with my tits some while I rode him. His hands moved to grab my butt, fucking into me more urgently. He then grunted as his cock jerked inside of me, spurting his load. He must have saved himself all day because I got a lot. When he was finally finished cumming, I laid my head on his shoulder. I was able to rest a moment while looking back to watch Peter fuck Mrs. Pervitt. Before long, he was cumming inside of her as she kept licking Julie's pussy, So much for saving a last load for me, I thought. He'd been a good boyfriend though. I probably got Mr. Pervitt's last load of the night anyways. It seemed like an even swap. We all realized it was about midnight. We said our goodnights and headed back toward the clubhouse. I promised the Pervitts I'd visit them the next time we were all camping together. Walking away from their cabin I looked at Julie. She blushed and shook her head, indicating she didn't want to talk about what we had seen. She looked towards the ground. Peter also sensed that it was best to be quiet. I liked that that he picked up when to shut up. He was smart like that. We headed for the showers to get cleaned up. It was pretty late, and I wanted to get back to my tent before Mom and Jamie. We fooled around a little bit in the shower while washing, but we quickly finished up and walked back to our tents. ------- When we reached our tents, Pam and Mike were back with Mr. and Mrs. Walcott. Julie joined all of them in the Walcott's tent. They invited Peter and I, but I wanted some alone time with Peter before Mom and Jamie got back. I wondered if the Walcotts would continue the orgy in their tent or if they were all fucked out. We sat down together near the front of the tent so I could keep an eye out for my family. We both were rather tired, so we ended up mostly talking. There were quite a few things I wanted to learn about Peter. I'm sure he felt the same about me, especially after the past few days. "I'm glad you came this weekend," Peter said, holding my hand. "I'm also glad this whole thing with Jennifer is over with." "I'm glad you're now my boyfriend," I said, looking at him adoringly. "I really didn't think you'd ever wanted me to be..." "Honestly, I never thought of you that way ... until you asked to come over that day you asked me out on a date," I said. "Then I started realizing how much you'd changed, that you weren't just Pam's little kid brother anymore." "So, if I'd been older, would you have thought differently?" "Maybe, but who knows," I said. "I'm not that much younger than you," he noted. "You're only a little over four months older than me." To me, he'd always been Pam's little brother. He was right though. I'd always thought of him as a year younger. He was just eleven months younger than Pam, not me. I really felt stupid for the way I'd thought about him. I guess I was a pretty stuck up snob to some people. I shivered as I thought about being like Becky. She was the snob. I planned to be different from here on out. I said, "It's probably better that it worked out the way it did. I guess I was just being a ... dork." "You're the most beautiful dork in the world then." I scrunched my lips and snorted. I then reached up and rubbed his cheek. "I just feel stupid about everything," I softly said. "This weekend wouldn't have ever happened," he said, grinning. I laughed a little. "It has been a crazy weekend," I said. "We're together. I know about Jennifer. I've learned a lot about my mom, and we're a lot closer now, too." "Your mom is really cool," Peter said. "You two have a lot in common." "Like what?" I asked him. My interest was up. "You both really care about the people around you. You're wild, but not out of control." I cleared my throat and snickered, "I don't know about not being out of control." "You can get a little crazy for sure," he said, smiling. "I can get a lot crazy, Peter," I grinned. "I know that I can be too daring for my own good." Thinking about it, I guess I had that in common with Mom, especially when she was in college. "Why do you think you're too daring?" he asked. "I think it's part of what makes you so much fun to be around." "I guess you're used to daring, especially living with your mom." "You think my mom is more daring than you?" "Peter, it's no contest," I asserted. "I've done some things with your mom. She's a crazy woman, and I mean that in a good way." "Like what?" "Like what what?" I asked back. "What have you done with my mom that is crazy?" "Well, remember the day Sarah, Pam and I came over and you were in the backyard going down on Penny?" "Yeah, it was the first time I fucked Pam ... and the first time you gave me a blowjob." "A day to remember, huh?" I teased. "I also wanted to fuck you so bad that day." "I'm glad you didn't," I said. "It wouldn't have been as special as the night when you did." "But you were pretty wasted that night." "Maybe, but I wasn't too wasted to notice and remember how sweet you were to me." "I guess I wasn't very sweet that day in the backyard then." I rolled my eyes at him. Boys! I playfully punched his arm. "I didn't say that. And I didn't mean that either. You'd just fucked your sister. But something else had happened that freaked me out that day..." I said, cringing knowing I was taking a chance with what I was about to tell him. "What was that?" he asked, his curiosity obviously piqued. "Well, something happened with your mom that day..." I started out, waiting to see his reaction. I definitely had his attention. "Remember we went inside to shower ... and I was the odd one out?" "Yeah?" "I went upstairs to your parents shower ... and I discovered something..." "What?" he asked, anxiously. "Your mom and Mrs. Clark." "Seriously?" he asked, rather surprised. I was surprised that he was surprised. "Yeah. They'd been in the house for some time," I said. "They got there after me, Sarah, and Pam showed up. They were taking pictures and videos of us in the backyard through the windows." "That's my mother," Peter indifferently stated. I laughed at him. He didn't seem too surprised at all. "Well, later on, your mom came by my house while I was there alone with Mrs. Clark. We ended up having a threesome after your mom showed me some of the pictures from earlier." I looked at him hoping he'd be alright with it. He seemed to recognize that I was a little worried. "That's cool," he said. "It's not like I haven't done things secretly with your mom." We were quiet for a minute, staring off into the darkness. We'd both had sex with the other's mother. And we had told each other about it. It was not the normal teenager subject of discussion. But then, what was normal about us? I did like very much being able to talk to him openly. "You know, Peter," I started. "I hope we can feel like we can tell each other anything." He nodded. "I mean, what's the point of being a couple, if we can't be open with each other about things we've done, or want to do." He looked down for a moment, lost in his thoughts. I started to worry if maybe I was pushing him a little too much. "Mel, remember what we were talking about earlier? About the time I had sex with your mom at your house?" "Yeah." I stated, curious where this might be going. "Something else happened that day," he said. "You asked if your mom was at the Clarks during the blindfold game. I didn't need to see the video to know that." "Mom told you?" "I was there with her." "You were in the bedroom with me during the blindfold game?!" I reacted, wide-eyed. "I was the one licking and fingering your pussy at first," he admitted. I really didn't know how to feel about his admission. My eyes were bugging out. He really threw me for a loop. I had suspected another female, specifically Mrs. Rayner, but not Peter. I wasn't mad, but I suddenly felt quite vulnerable. If the Clarks and Mom had included Peter in the stuff they did with me, who else might they have as well? "Are you mad?" he asked me. I guess my silence made him think that. Plus the whole bug eyes thing. "Mad? No. I knew it could've been anyone. I just never expected you to be part of all of that is all, I thought it was your mother," I explained. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd be pissed," he said. "And after everything that happened with Jennifer today, I didn't want to take that chance." "But you're taking a chance now," I noted. "Why?" "Because, like you said, if we can't talk to each other about things, then what's the point of being a couple." I took his hand in mine again and leaned against him. "Thanks for telling me. I'm not mad, just really surprised." I then asked the next obvious question, "How did you end up in the Clark's bedroom?" He seemed to tense up again. "Peter, I swear I won't get upset or mad at you," I reassured him. "I played the game willingly. I knew anyone could be there. I had a blast." He smiled at my admission. I then told him, "I'm glad you were the one. I'm just curious how you ended up there." "Well, your mom asked if I wanted to spend the afternoon with her at your house," he said. "Who wouldn't?" I smiled at him. I couldn't imagine any boy turning down an invitation to fuck my mother. I'm not blind. My mom is hot as fuck. And she'd had sex with Peter before. "She came by my house to pick me up," he explained. "But then she told me about the blindfold game the Clarks were planning to do with you if things worked out. She asked if I wanted to go with her and be a part of the game." "And you said sure," I interrupted, smiling at him. "I told her I did. What I didn't tell her is that it was because of the chance to be around you ... and maybe getting to do something with you." "You wanted to take advantage of me blindfolded and tied up?" I asked, feigning indignation. He shrugged, and skittishly smiled. "I would've liked to have fucked you, but your mom said no because you weren't on the pill then." I sorta smirked at him. "It's cool," I sincerely said. "Now that I know, I'm glad you were there." I kissed him tenderly just so he knew I meant it. Peter continued, "So, we were at your house waiting on the Clarks to call to let her know if you'd agreed to play the game. We didn't have to wait long." "Hey, I'm a slut." I shrugged. "No, you're not," he strongly disagreed. He was full of shit, but he knew the right things to say to me. It felt weird listening to him talking about how my mom had included him. I so wanted to be mad at her, but she'd obviously wanted to be in on the game with me. I found myself feeling glad about it, too. "When your mom and I got there, we stripped naked downstairs," he explained. "When we came into the bedroom, you were already tied to the bed." "I'm sure I looked silly," I said, weakly smiling. "You looked incredibly hot tied like you were," he asserted. "Mr. Clark was already hard as a rock." "I was already wet too," I shyly admitted. I then asked, "Mom really didn't touch me at all?" "No, but she was really turned on by everything," Peter said. "My mother tried to nudge her into touching you, but she would just shake her head no." At the time, I probably would've freaked out if Mom had done anything with me. But after earlier in the shower, I was kinda disappointed she hadn't. "So then what happened?" I asked. "Pretty much what you probably remember, and what I told you earlier," he stated. "We left before they took your blindfold off. I don't know what happened with you after that." "Mrs. Clark had been rather insistent about me taking a shower," I said. "I now know why." "You're sure you're cool with everything? Especially with your mom being there?" "More than sure," I stated. "And I'm glad you told me." I pushed him onto his back and lay next to him with my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. "Did you go straight back to my house with Mom?" "We didn't leave right away. Mr. Clark told us to wait and he'd burn the video to a disc for your mom to have." "So that's why Mrs. Clark wasn't in a hurry to finish our shower." "He was still naked when he gave your Mom the disc," he said. "I figured he and Mrs. Clark were planning to do more with you after we left." "He was dressed when I came out of the bathroom," I told him. "They were expecting Sarah's grandfather to drop her off. Remember, I was spending the night with Sarah." He nodded. I then asked, "When was the first time you ever did anything with my mom?" "It was right here, last summer." "In this tent?" "Yep, and at this campground." "Ah, it had to be one of the times I was sent off to the kennel to be watched and feed." "You were at your grandparents," he informed me. "In fact, you'd asked your parents if you could spend the week with them." "I'm so accommodating like that," I sarcastically replied. "I must've sensed my parents wanted to ditch me to go have fun ... for a whole fucking week." "Mel, you know it wasn't like that," he challenged me. I was being childish. It's one of the things I did best. "I know..." I admitted. "It really sucks they didn't think they could include me." "You used to go to your grandparents a lot," he noted. "My grandparents are cool," I said. "I've missed staying with them this summer. There's just been so much going on..." Actually, there hadn't been. I was just so caught up in all the sex that I hadn't thought much about them. I knew I needed to try to stay with them at least one weekend before school started back. I then asked Peter, "So, what happened between you and Mom here last year?" "We were here last year on my birthday," he said. "I know your birthday is in August..." I felt awkward that I hadn't already found it out, but we had just become a couple the day before ... and almost broken up over a lesbian. His birthday just hadn't been high up on my list of things to worry about ... until now. "It's the first of August." Ah, fuck! What were the odds of it being August 1? I did a quick calculation in my head and realized his birthday was going to be the upcoming Tuesday. "Your birthday is this coming Tuesday?" I asked. Today was July 29. I had two days to come up with the coolest birthday present a boy ever got from his girlfriend. I was gonna have to sweet talk my parents into several advances on my allowance, which meant I'd be on laundry duty for the rest of my life. "Yeah, it was on a Monday last year," he said. "Yours is March 22. It was on a Tuesday this year." I was embarrassed. I bet he probably knew what time I was born as well as my birth weight. All I knew was his birthday was 'sometime in August'. I felt so unworthy. He then said, "It was during the week we stayed here last August." "So you had a nudist camping birthday last year?" "Uh huh." "And my mother gave you a special birthday present, I suppose?" He nodded and blushed. "Why are you blushing, Peter? It's not like I didn't know you two have fucked." "It was my first time..." "You lost your virginity to my mother on your birthday?" "She said it was my birthday present." What do you get your first boyfriend for a present after your mom gave him his first pussy the previous year? I knew I had to top that somehow. I thought back to my birthday back in March. My parents gave me my first iPod. Peter got laid for the first time. The iPod was pretty cool though. If nothing else, my parents did give really neat birthday presents. "Are you mad?" he asked, after I hadn't said anything. "No, it's cool," I assured him. "Will you tell me about it? "I was just sitting around doing nothing when she took my hand and pulled me into the tent. She said she wanted to spend a little time with me on my birthday." "What all did you do together? Besides fucking, I mean." "She had me touch her some," he said, looking closely at me. I nodded for him to continue. "At first I wasn't sure what she'd let me do, but then she took my hand and moved it to her pussy. After that, I touched her however and wherever I wanted." "Is that all you did to her?" "She then went down on me, and sucked me until I came in her mouth." I couldn't help but remember the birthday blowjob I gave to Mr. Clark. Like mother, like daughter. "Cool," I said. "Was it your first blowjob?" I figured Mom blew him first so that he would last more than a few seconds in her pussy. "No. I'd fooled around with my sisters and their friends. It was the first time I came in someone's mouth though." "Sounds like a fun birthday," I deadpanned. I then smiled at him. I knew he would stop telling me stuff if he thought I was getting mad. I was actually getting rather horny again listening to him. He then said, "At first, she mainly wanted to kiss me while she rubbed my cock. Finally though, she licked and sucked me some. It felt great." "I wanna do what she did," I said, biting my lip. I moved between his legs and started licking his cock. "Yeah, like that," he groaned. "She also swirled her tongue around the tip while she held it in her hand." "You liked that, huh?" I grinned, doing what my mom had done. "Fuck yeah. It feels really great," he said. "So my Mom has got skills?" I said, grinning. "Yeah, lots of skills," he replied. I was sure she had rocked his world. He then told me, "Now, lift my legs up some, and lick my asshole." "My mother licked your ass?!" "She didn't just lick it. She practically fucked my asshole with her tongue." Wow, I thought. She licked my boyfriend's butthole long before I ever had a chance. I was determined to show him I was just as good as she was though. I began by lightly licking up and down his butt crack. Then I focused the tip of my tongue on his puckered hole, swabbing his asshole firmly. I was trying to push my tongue into his butt. "God, Mel. That feels awesome," he moaned as my tongue pushed just past his opening. I'd never actually had my tongue inside an ass before. I felt so fucking nasty doing it, too. After fucking his butt with my tongue for a short time, I asked, "Did you return the favor?" "Yeah. It really freaked me out putting my tongue on her asshole, but it was such a turn on to be licking her like that too." "Well?" I asked expectantly. He quickly got the hint and moments later, my legs were up in the air as he tongue fucked my butt. He finished me off by licking my clit while he finger fucked my ass. I was so going to have to let him put his cock in my ass soon. Then it dawned on me just what I was going to give him for his birthday. Well, at least one of his presents. After we crashed beside each other again, I asked, "I'm surprised you didn't really freak out when Mom first licked your butthole." "She asked me if it was my first time, which it was. But I told her I'd seen it being done before then." "Yeah? By who?" "I'd seen my dad doing it with Penny a few months before that," he admitted. I was surprised they'd let him see something like that. He then asked, "Who was the first to do you?" "Jamie. He's pretty good at it too," I said, feeling proud of my brother. "I guess I better get on my game then," he said. "So ... have you ever fucked a girl's butt?" "Not yet," he said, looking at me expectantly. "Down, boy!" I joked, and he tickled me. I then looked at him looking at me. "Maybe sometime soon," I said with a cute smile. He then kissed me, which was really sweet. He knew when not to push me. "So, were there any other firsts on your last birthday?" I asked. "The first time I licked a pussy was with your mom that same day." "I supposed she told you what to do?" "Yeah. It was sorta freaky at first, but then I got into it and liked doing it to her, especially after she came." "Too cool," I stated. "Then you fucked her?" "Yeah, I'm sure she's had better too." I grimaced. I was sure he probably came rather quickly. "You didn't last long?" I tenderly asked. "Probably a few minutes." "It's cool, Peter. Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure every twelve year old boy would cum really fast," I said, trying to pump up his ego. "I doubt there are many that can fuck anywhere as good as you can now." That seemed to do the trick. I could see his chest puff out as soon as I said it. He then said, "We fucked a few days later in my parents' tent while your dad was taking a nap in this one." "Was Daddy recovering from something?" "Yeah ... from my mom earlier that afternoon," he said. "She fell asleep with him." I sorta rolled my eyes while smiling. I then told him some things about losing my virginity, "My first was almost Jamie. He certainly wanted to. But I wasn't on the pill." "Who was your first?" he asked. "Mr. Clark," I said, feeling a little embarrassed like he had. "That's cool. I wish I had been though." "You get the benefit of experience though," I reminded him while nudging him as well. "And so do I. Mom was a great teacher." He blushed, which was too cute. "Peter ... when was the first time you fucked my mom in my house? Was it that day you and your parents were in Mom's bedroom?" "It was the same afternoon as your blindfold game. When we got back to your house, your mom took me to her bedroom. We fucked several times before your dad got home." "Daddy was cool with you fucking her in their bed?" "Yeah, we were still fooling around when he went to take a shower to get ready to go out later that night." "So no double teaming my mom?" "Nope." "That is so wild," I said. "Did you watch the video of me while you fucked her?" "Yeah. Your mom couldn't take her eyes away from it. She played it again for your dad when he was out of the shower. Your dad took his cock out and played with it some." "Seriously? While watching me?" He nodded, "Your mom then watched it again while playing it for my parents." "Were you fucking mom then too?" "It was my third time cumming. Mom wanted to watch me cum while fucking your mom." "Peter, I mean this in a cool way, but your mom is too freaky." "I know. I'd been worried that you wouldn't want to be my girlfriend if you knew just how wild both my parents are." "I'm not that easily scared, mister." "I'm glad," he said cuddling me in his arms. I then realized it was getting really late and Mom could be back anytime with Jamie. I shooed Peter to his tent, telling him I wanted to be alone with them when they arrived. He understood and kissed me goodnight. "Good night, girlfriend." He smiled at me, but he looked pretty tired. "Good night, boyfriend. See you in the morning." ------- I woke up to the sound of Mom and Jamie stumbling into the tent. I suspected I'd been asleep for about an hour or so. I'd been so tired after Peter left that I dozed off in the dim light of the lantern while just sitting and waiting on them. Jamie was right behind Mom. His cock was in the tent before the rest of his body was. His cock was still so hard that it was sticking straight out. He had everything he needed right then if he wanted to go into pole vaulting. It was also very obvious that both of them were still feeling the affects of the drugs, the weed and the booze. They were both unsteady on their feet, weaving like tall grass in the wind. And of course, Jamie was still very much affected by another drug. "Hi, little sis," Jamie said, his speech slurring just a little. He dropped down on his back on the other air mattress. I was amazed that he still had a hard-on. I figured he'd have been fucked out hours ago. "Melissa," Mom started saying before pausing to look at me closer. She was swaying from side to side and apparently her eyes were not really focusing. I wondered if she had to make sure that it really was me and that she was in the right tent. Had they accidentally been in somebody else's? "I need your help." Her speech was slurred just like Jamie's. What the ... What could she possibly need my help for? "Jamie took something earlier ... at a party..." she said before pausing. I just stared at her, waiting her out. "He took a Viagra ... with some other men at the party ... while everyone was getting high..." "Mom, it was an orgy, not just a party." "How do you know?" she asked, looking at me as sternly as she could while being high. "Because of all the fucking going on," I stated, which surprised her. "I didn't know you were there..." she again started, before focusing on the resulting problem. "He's got a hard-on that won't go away. Could you help him get rid of it?" I was pissed. Mom was totally wasted and Jamie not far behind. They had not invited me to the 'party', had gotten shitfaced, and themselves into a real problem. And now they wanted help from me, the very same one they had excluded. What the hell? Jamie was smiling at me. Mom's eyes were pleading with me. "You didn't want me at the party, but now you want me to fix your problem?" "Yeah, if you can get him to cum, it might help. Please, Melissa?" she asked. "Can you try sucking him first?" "Mom!" "Just do it, Mel," she said, which totally surprised me. She'd never ever called me Mel. Always Melissa. Even as tired as I was, I realized quickly that if we couldn't get Jamie to lose his erection, someone was going to have to take him to the hospital. We couldn't afford some busy body snooping around at home to find out why a 15 year old boy had taken a Viagra. Everything could unravel, and in a very bad way. All the adults would probably end up in jail. No telling where I'd end up. I felt like the only responsible person among all of us, even after everything I'd done earlier. My being the only responsible one couldn't be a good thing. Maybe I'd earn some brownie points by coming to the rescue. But I would make sure in the morning that they'd know that I'd saved at least Mom's and Jamie's ass. They would owe me. So, I crawled over and started sucking him. "That's it, baby girl. Suck it, honey." Mom cheering me on was really freaking me out, but I kept at it. His cock tasted awful. It would've been nice if he'd cleaned it first. I could only guess how many pussies and sperm deposits I tasted when I'd first put it in my mouth. I was getting the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. I hoped I wouldn't catch the plague or something worse from it. Orgy cooties probably weren't ranked too far below public bathroom cooties. His cock was rock hard. The more I sucked, the more I realized he wasn't going to cum very easily. I used my hand to stroke the base while I worked on the sensitive underside. That generated some moans, but no cum. "You're gonna have to fuck him, baby." I looked at her incredulously. "I'm too sore to fuck him," she complained. Was she admitting something to me? "Oh, I see. Get Melissa to do the dirty work," I sarcastically said to her. "By the way, I'm also a little sore too." She didn't say anything. I wasn't even sure my complaint registered in her fogged up brain. I decided there wasn't any point in talking about it then. So, I straddled him and reached between my legs to get him lined up. I was surprised when I touched Mom's hand. She was going to put his cock in me. I wondered if she'd remember doing it in the morning. I then felt her hand on my butt, urging me to lower myself onto his cock. As the head of his cock touched my pussy, Mom said, "Wait." Then I was surprised when I felt two fingers slide inside me, causing me to lift up. She then patted my butt, and said, "Just making sure you were ready, sweetie. His cock is bigger than ever right now." How was I supposed to get ready? Did she think sucking a rank cock and shoving a couple of her fingers in my cunt would get me all wet? Well, it probably would. At least I hoped so. Otherwise I was gonna be really sore tomorrow. I finally lowered my butt down, taking him deep inside my pussy. He went in easier than I expected. I began to rapidly ride his stiff shaft. I was horny, but I was tired too. I wanted to get this over with. Mom was right as well, he felt bigger than ever inside me. "That's it, baby. Fuck him good," she said. Then I felt her hand on my ass again. Did she think she had to guide me so that I didn't fall off? Jamie began lifting his hips to meet my downward motions. "Keep fucking him like that, Mel," she huskily said. Her hand was now rubbing my ass cheek. "I hope he'll be cumming soon." She had to be really freaking out about giving him a Viagra. She was gonna owe me big time. Her hand rubbing my ass was feeling really great though. Maybe I'd make her give me butt massages for a month. Then I felt something I never in my life expected to ever feel. My mother's tongue was attempting to lick my asshole. It caused me to stop fucking him, which seemed to encourage her to seriously lick and probe my little asshole with her tongue. Jamie asked, "Why did you stop?" "Mom's licking my butthole," I said huskily. "Cool," he said, like it wasn't a big deal. He was still blasted out of his mind. Then Mom was lifting me up until Jamie's cock slipped out of me. I turned enough so I could see what the fuck was going on. Mom was spitting on his cock, stroking it with her hand to spread the moisture along his shaft. She then told me to sit back down on it. Why hadn't she done that earlier, when he first went into me? This whole thing seemed so unreal. Was I dreaming? I began riding his cock again. Mom moved up beside us. She was rubbing her clit. So much for being worn out! However, I was about worn out from riding him. He wasn't the first to fuck me since morning. I was getting more than a little sore, too. Mom also seemed to notice it. "Get on your back, baby," she said, which I did. Jamie was quickly inside me again, too. He began pounding me hard, which started me moaning. Mom apparently was still coherent enough to know I was going to wake the dead if she didn't do something. What she did totally blew me away. She chose to cover my mouth with hers. "Fuck yeah," Jamie said, encouraging us to keep kissing. I got caught up in it too. I was kissing my mom, and it was definitely not a normal mother-daughter kiss. I reached up to hold her head as we deeply kissed and sucked on each other's tongues. Images of Mom and Sarah kissing came to mind. It caused me to clamp down tighter on Jamie's cock as I exploded in my own orgasm. I was screaming into Mom's mouth. She held hers tightly over mine. I'm not sure what got Jamie to cum, my spasming pussy or the sight of Mom making out with me. Maybe it was both, but he finally grunted intensely as he held his cock deep in me, spurting whatever cum he had left in him. After some time past, he fell off to the side of me. He rolled over and his light snoring told me he was out for the night, and probably for the better part of the morning as well. If Mom realized he was through, she didn't let on. She kept right on kissing me. Her hand was now squeezing one of my tits, playing with my nipple at times. More images of Sarah and Mom floated in front of my eyes. When my hand started playing with one of her tits, she seemed to snap out of it. She jerked back from me, rising up on her knees, looking lost for a few moments. She was breathing deeply while staring down at me. She then looked across me at Jamie, which caused me to look as well. His cock was finally going soft. "Looks like that worked," Mom said breathlessly. She then moved to lie down on the air mattress next to the one Jamie and I were on. She was staring straight up into the air. I crawled over to her and lay my head on her shoulder. She asked, "Did you get fucked a lot at the orgy?" "I wasn't in the orgy, Mom," I told her. "Oh ... good," she said, acting relieved. Mom kissing me had my mind in turmoil. I couldn't help but wonder if that was the way she had been kissing Sarah. The picture of Sarah on her back, getting fucked by my daddy, and Mom kissing her intensely kept moving through my sleepy head. We'd been laying there for a few minutes, Mom and I both turned onto our sides, with her spooning me. "Mom?" I sleepily asked. "Yeah?" "I'm jealous of Sarah," I said. Mom was quiet for a few moments. "I'm jealous of Colleen and Doris," she replied. I twisted in her arms, and nuzzled my head against her shoulder and neck. We were both exhausted. We'd said enough though. We'd just said more to each other in those few words than ever before. I fell asleep just like that too. ------- Chapter 32 The following morning, I awoke to Mom brushing my hair with her hand. She was spooning me from behind. The events of the previous night quickly flooded my mind as well. I so wanted to be angry with Mom, but the way we were snuggled together reminded me of the times I would sneak into bed with her when I was much younger. I was her little girl all over again. The obvious problem was that I wasn't a little girl any longer, and there was no way either of us could pretend that last night hadn't happened. I squirmed around so that I was lying on my back, and could see her face. "Good morning," she softly said. "Good morning, Mom," I said, yawning. Gawd, it was way too early to be waking up! "Are you okay?" she asked, brushing my hair with her hand. "I'm fine, just a little tired and a little sore down there." We just lay there for a minute enjoying our closeness. "I didn't get nearly as wasted as you though," I said a little more sternly than I wanted. I immediately smiled at her so she would think I was just teasing. "I did a lot of stupid things last night." "I did a lot of stupid things, too." "Like what?" "I'd rather not say." I answered. "Do I have to water-board you?" "Sounds kinky, but I think I earned at least a free pass last night. Don't you?" She paused for a few moments. Her eyes looked over my shoulder in the direction of Jamie. "You saved my ass last night." "Yeah, I did. And you licked mine." I couldn't help but chuckle a little at my smart return. I was learning. She sorta winced as she seemed to remember doing that to me. She looked at me smiling at her. "You liked it, didn't you?" "You didn't hear me complain," I said, trying not to grin. "I shouldn't have done that. You're my daughter." "I hate being your daughter." She looked hurt. I quickly added, "I mean, I wish I were someone else sometimes." "Sarah?" "Yeah, and not because Mrs. Clark is her mom." "Melissa, I have to be your mother. I can't change that." "I know. And I want you to be my mother. Really." Mom looked at me kinda skeptically. "But sometimes ... I wish ... I wish I could be just Mel. Like last night." She kissed my forehead. "We'd be quite a team. We could be dangerous together." "We'd make Thelma and Louise look like wimps," I said. "We'd be better." "Don't be a hater," I said to her. "I liked Louise." "Louise shot Harlan," she said. "She got them into the whole mess." "Yeah, wasn't it cool?!" I softly exclaimed. "That's partly why I liked Louise the best." "But Thelma got Brad Pitt in bed." "And Brad stole their money the next morning," I reminded her. "She should never have trusted him like that." "They went on a crime spree after that though," Mom said. "I wouldn't want that for you." And after a short pause she added. "And not for me either." "Louise was scared of getting caught in Texas ... because of her past," I said, knowing I was making this a little personal for her. Mom looked straight up, avoiding me. After a moment, she replied, "Your past can haunt you. Sometimes with tragic results. Louise found that out." "They did end kinda tragically, but they did kiss before driving off the cliff together. They'd become best friends." "They died though," Mom said. "They died together," I said. "My head hurts ... and you're getting philosophical." "Don't be a wuss," I told her. I knew she probably was hung-over at least a little. So, I changed the subject. "Has anyone ever called you 'Andi'?" "No. Why?" "Good, cause it sucks as a nickname." "What nickname would you give me?" she asked, her curiosity obviously piqued. I started to say 'Cara', but I didn't. "I'd just call you 'Andrea'. I like that name. But, I like calling you 'Mom' too." "I thought you hated being my daughter?" I sighed. This conversation was getting complicated. We were at the heart of our problem. We both knew it, too. And we both knew that there couldn't be an easy solution. I thought for a moment. It was a problem for Mom, but was it also a problem for me? I liked her being my mom. But I also wanted to be able to talk to her and I wanted her to talk to me like she did with Doris. I wanted us to share things. I looked at her and our eyes met. I said softly, "I don't really..." "Don't worry," she said. "I know what you mean ... Mel." I cuddled against her closer. It felt really odd talking to her like this. We knew each other so well, but at the same time she was still somewhat of a stranger to me. It was similar to the feeling I'd had with Jennifer before we had finally sat down together and talked without being afraid of each other. I liked the feeling. I wanted to have that same feeling with my mom, too. But Mom was also right. As a team we could be dangerous together. We were so much alike. The idea was both scary and intriguing. I so wanted us to be best friends. Yet I knew I could not have the same relationship with Mom like she had with Doris, Colleen or Maggie. However, I was very jealous of Sarah. It wasn't necessarily the sex that they had though. It was the intimacy. The camaraderie. Mom and Sarah could be daring and open with each other. They could do things only best friends would dare do together. That's what I wanted the most. I wanted to be able to tell this woman that I wanted to do something really crazy, and have her scheme with me how to make it happen ... even if it didn't ever happen. I had to smile a little thinking of what we did in the shower yesterday morning. It was the first time I had done anything sexual with my mom. And she with me. But I also wanted my mother to be my mother too. I wouldn't mind if she told me no to something, if at least I understood why. I sighed. We had gotten closer this weekend, but we hadn't really resolved our differences. ------- "Were you at the Meyers' house last night?" she finally asked interrupting my thoughts. Uh oh. Here it was. The motherly interrogation started. I was on the defensive immediately and responded in kind. "Yes, ma'am." "Will you tell me what you did?" "I went there just to explore," I said. "I didn't even know it was their house." "But when you did find out, you watched what was going on?" This was getting uncomfortable. "Yes, ma'am." "How long did you watch?" "I'm not sure ... A little while." "A lotta while?" Oh shit, what was she getting at? Why all these friggin questions? "A little longer than a little while," I admitted. "You weren't alone, were you?" I looked up at her. I wasn't going to rat out Peter and Julie. She probably figured Peter was with me, but I wasn't going to tell her. "Don't answer that," she suddenly said. I smiled softly at her. She then added, "I really need to know what you saw though." "I probably saw too much." "Did you see me?" "Uh huh. It's cool though. I knew what kind of party it was." "Are you upset because Jamie was there?" "Yeah, but not as much as seeing Pam there." "It's up to parents to decide if they want to include their children. Generally, it is preferred that they be at least fourteen." "She's still my age. Why am I too young?" "Melissa, please understand. So far, you have only been with our friends that I knew I could trust not to hurt you. I wasn't so sure about the group at the Meyers' last night. I knew it could get pretty wild and that I couldn't watch out for you all night. Considering what you probably saw, wouldn't you agree?" "You didn't know everyone there?" I asked, avoiding admitting that I did agree with her. I wasn't sure I would have been that cool with people just coming up and touching me like a lot of them were. "We haven't been to Forest Acres for about a year and I knew there would be some new people there, and some who are no more than acquaintances." "I still think it sucks that Pam could go and I couldn't." Mom hugged me tighter. "You'll have to live with it that I, as your mother, will make decisions like that. You may have noticed that the Walcotts did the same for Julie, and the Rayners for Peter." "Next time?" I asked hopefully. Mom got very serious, "I'm not, repeat, not promising." Gawd! Mom could be such a stubborn ass! I then asked, "Is fourteen some kind of magic number now?" "It was for that party," she stated. "I didn't make the rules." "If I had been a month away from being fourteen like Pam, would you have let me go?" Her immediate expression told me she was getting aggravated, so I quickly asked a different question. "If the rules had said thirteen, would you have stopped me from going?" "Under the circumstances, yes. But it wasn't the rule, and besides it wouldn't have changed the reason I didn't let you go." I usually knew when not to push Mom to let me do something. It only increased her resolve. But I still thought that being excluded sucked. So, I kept pushing. I then asked, "Would you have taken Sarah?" That question seemed to catch her off guard. We had never talked about Sarah being sexually involved with my parents. She wasn't Sarah's mother. Sarah was her little slut. I wasn't sure if Mrs. Clark would have taken me, but I was certain my 'mother' wouldn't. I wasn't sure what 'Andrea' would do though with her special friend, Sarah. "Probably," she amazingly admitted to me. "If her parents had told me it was okay." "Now you know why I'm jealous," I stated. "I already knew why, baby," she responded. "So she gets to have all the fun with you ... and Daddy," I firmly stated. "You spend way more time with her than me. And don't say I spend way more time with Mrs. Clark, because I don't. We've been together maybe a dozen times over the past year. Sarah practically lived in our house last school year while I was cheering." I couldn't believe I was spilling out my feelings. I don't think Mom ever realized just how I had felt either. I was sure Mrs. Clark had told her I was upset about some things, but probably not to the extent she was finding out now. "But I don't love Sarah the way I love you. I'm your mother. I can't ever forget that. I won't ever let myself." I sighed. I was sure she could sense my frustration. "Melissa, I never said you should go over or not go over to see Colleen and Bob, it was your decision. You spent most of your time last year with the cheer squad and other activities. That was your choice. And you showed little interest in sex." "You know that I did things with Jamie, Sarah, and Pam!" I said defensively. "True, but Sarah wanted to do more with me and your father. And Colleen and I felt that you were not ready to do more quite yet. So should I have put Sarah off when she was interested just because you were not? Or should Colleen or I have forced you to do things you weren't ready for?" I sighed. She had a point there. Mom brushed over my hair again. "I would have liked it very much if you had spent more time with them. You might not feel so jealous of Sarah then. But one of our rules as adults has always been that we would never force any kid to do anything he or she might not be comfortable with." She touched my cheek, "We need to talk about Sarah. I don't want you to think she's more important to me than you. She's not. She'll never be as special to me as you are." "Mom, you've spent way more time with her over the past year than with me. And even when we're home together, you make me do chores and shit. But with her, you play! You swapped me for her so that you could." She leaned over and pulled me tightly to her, holding my head to her chest, "Colleen and I wanted you and Sarah to learn about sex and how to enjoy it. I wasn't Sarah's mother. Colleen wasn't your mother. We weren't swapping daughters because we didn't want to be your mothers. We were each letting a dear trusted friend expose our daughter to things that we as a mother couldn't." I pulled back and looked at her. She then told me, "Honey, if I'd tried to seduce you, you'd have freaked out. At best, you'd probably hate me. At worst, you'd have run away or had me turned in to the cops." "I just wanted your attention..." "I know that now. I should've done more to be a better mother, to be closer to you. We just didn't ... well..." "Communicate?" "Yeah, and I thought you needed me more as a mother than as a friend." "Why?" I skeptically asked. "You lied to me, telling me that you were going to a lake house with some friends so Mr. Clark could take my virginity. And so Daddy could take Sarah's virginity. And I am sure Colleen told you how I fretted if you were okay with me having sex with them. I often did ask her what you knew. I never got a straight answer. You could have sat down with me and told me you knew and were okay with it. All the friggin secrets even hurt my friendship with Sarah. Nobody cared about that either." I was almost in tears. Mom's voice was very brittle when she answered. "I am so sorry about all of that. I should have known that you needed me to talk to you. I didn't know how to. I thought Colleen told you enough. I thought I should let her handle things. And that I should be there as your mother if something happened." "As my mother? If something happened? Why?" "Because it's what I needed when I was your age, but didn't get. When you were still very young, I knew you were going to be like me. Your personality was so much like mine that even some acquaintances noticed and commented. I had to be better about raising you than my mother had been with me. I had to at least try to set some boundaries for you. I couldn't do that and be your best friend too. My mom just didn't realize just what I was capable of." "What were you doing when you were my age?" I very curiously asked. "Melissa, I was having sex with a lot of people. Some of them I shouldn't have. Some of the things I did I shouldn't have. In hindsight, I knew I'd needed boundaries that I didn't have." I scrunched my lips. I couldn't believe she was telling me all of this! She tenderly said, "Baby, you'll have a number of friends during your life. You'll probably have more than one best friend. You'll only have one mother. Sarah doesn't get that from me. You do though." I softened my gaze at her. Doris would be so proud of her. Gawd, was she ever trying! I was upset somewhat though by the way she was talking about Grandma. I loved her and thought she was a great person. Mom obviously knew her better than I did. "Why didn't Grandma set boundaries for you?" "She didn't understand me, at least not when I was your age," she said. She then smirked a little at me, "I know what you're capable of." Acting insulted, I asked, "Am I some kind of monster?" She half snorted, "No, honey. But I know that without boundaries, you'll freely do things that seem adventurous, many times not thinking about consequences. You'll jump before you look. You'll get into things that you'll eventually regret." "Is that what you did?" She nodded. "That's why I said earlier that we'd be dangerous together ... as best friends." I started smiling as I thought about being wild with Mom. She quickly noticed it too. "See! You know exactly what I mean! You remember what we did in the shower yesterday morning?" she asked me. "Yeah, wasn't it cool, though?!" I smiled at her. "Baby, I have known Tom Pervitt for a few years. Otherwise I wouldn't have let you. You know what we did was pretty dangerous?" "Duh!" "Be careful about teasing strangers with your sexual come-on. They may not take it like Tom did. It can get you into a very bad situation that may windup with you seriously hurt." "Like getting raped?" "Exactly." Mom hesitated for a minute. "I have watched out for you since you started having sex. You didn't notice me but I knew exactly what happened where and when. But I may not always have a chance to be there to watch what you are doing, little one. I hope you realize that." I understood that Mom was right. It was a sobering thought. Life could be very complicated when you wanted to have fun. "I love you, Mom," I hugged her and put my head against her shoulder. "Thanks for being there when I crash." "You are welcome. And I love you, too, sweetheart." I grinned at her. She then hugged me to her again. "But I think you're wrong, Mom," I said while she held me against her. I then pulled back from her, and added, "Yeah, we might be dangerous, but you'd know when to tell me to put the brakes on ... and not drive off the cliff." "I still say we'd somehow ruin the car," she retorted, grinning. "We could blame Jamie. I always do," I snickered. She hugged me tightly to her again before pulling away and looking over me at Jamie. "Speaking of your personal scapegoat, we need to wake him up and go take showers," she said. "We've got a lot to do, and it's already past 8 o'clock." "I doubt we'll have as much fun in the shower with Jamie tagging along," I said, teasingly. "Don't you think we've had enough fun for one weekend?" she asked, cocking her head at me with raised eyebrows. "Do you regret what we did?" I asked, cocking my head as well. She looked at me quietly for a few moments. "I don't regret it at all. But..." she said, pausing. "But what?" "Let's talk about this later, okay? We really do have a lot to do before we leave." I scrunched my lips at her. "Look, we'll talk when we get home ... or if Jamie is plugged into his iPod later, we'll talk on the way. Deal?" I smiled at her, and nodded. "Thanks for bringing me, Mom." She pulled me back to her, hugging me. ------- After waking up my 'dead to the world' brother, we were able to pull him along with us to the showers. I put my arm around his shoulders. "How are you feeling?" He hadn't said a word yet this morning. He groaned. "My head hurts, my cock hurts ... I feel like I got run over by a truck." I laughed. "That's what you get when you play in the big league. Good practice for when you play football again." He just groaned again. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Mel?" I looked at him. "Thanks for helping me out last night." Why did he have a crooked grin when he said that? "It's okay, big brother. What are little sisters for but to bail him out when he fucks up?" I grinned at him. "But next time you want me to suck your cock it better be clean. Yours tasted awful last night. How many women did you fuck anyways?" He hesitated before answering. "I'm not exactly sure." I didn't pursue it any further. He kissed my cheek in return. "Thanks, anyways." I said quietly to him, "You owe me. And I want to know some things about the party last night." He shook his head and groaned. "Another one of the infamous Melissa interrogations." I laughed and danced around him some. Mom looked at us surprised, but she smiled. It was about 8:30 a.m. Fortunately, we had the showers to ourselves. Unlike the previous morning, I behaved myself. Jamie finished his shower before ours and headed back ahead of us. I wondered how Mom found the nerve to ask her son if he wanted to go to an orgy with her, and then get him in on a scheme with the others to include a girl who was underage even by their rules. I made a mental note to see just how close my mother and my brother were already. As Mom and I were walking back to the tent, she surprised me by saying, "Your father knew I would be at the party last night." I hadn't mentioned Daddy at all. I figured she was wondering about it though. I had the previous night while I watched her getting fucked big time by Donkey Dick. I was certain she was afraid of what I might be thinking. "I called him from my cell phone yesterday and told him that a party was planned at the Meyers." "Like last year?" Mom didn't look at me when she answered. "Like last year. We went together. Just so you don't have to ask, yes, Jamie went, too." In reply I asked, "Would Daddy have approved of what happened in the bedroom this year?" Mom notably winced. I wasn't sure if it was because she knew he wouldn't approve, or because she now knew for sure that I had seen her with Mr. Meyer. "We'll talk about that later, too." Her answer made me nervous. Did she want time to come up with an answer I would be satisfied with? ------- The men fixed us a light breakfast to eat. I hadn't watched the day before, but I was somewhat amazed at how easy it was to make toast without a toaster. I sat next to Pam. We hadn't talked much during the weekend. I suspected she had been busy with Mike like I had been busy with Peter. I had seen her at the Meyers' party though. I wasn't really pissed off anymore, but I just had to tease her a little about it. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. "Pretty good. I could use a little more sleep, though. But I'm used to not getting much sleep while camping," she responded with a sly grin. "I'm surprised that your lower jaw still works," I said, smiling. She looked at me not comprehending. "I mean, you had your mouth pretty full last night, chica," I chuckled. Suddenly it clicked and she knew that I had seen her at the party. And she also knew who had probably gotten me to the Meyers' house. "I am going to kill my little brother," she said, blushing. "Please don't. I would have to kill you. And I would hate to lose a close friend." I grabbed her and hugged her. "Was it fun?" She didn't answer me and just stared at the ground in front of her. She was obviously rather embarrassed. I didn't pursue it any further. She was usually forthcoming with me, but I wondered if she'd been sworn to silence when it came to me. After all, I wasn't even supposed to know about it, and Pam had been invited when I hadn't. She could just be feeling awkward, though, since she knew I hadn't been invited, but she had. Changing the subject, she said, "I'm glad you and Peter are together. He deserves to have a cool girlfriend." "Thanks. He's a great guy. We fit together so easily." "Yeah, I've seen just how well he fits into you," she teased. I tickled her, which caused her to groan. She was obviously still recovering from the previous night. ------- After cleaning up, the adults told us we had some time to run around naked before we would have to start packing up to head home. We were to be back by 11:30 and help break down and load the equipment. I remembered I needed to go see Mrs. Preston. I could only assume it was something about school. She had been really nice to me yesterday. I figured if I got on her good side now, I might have an easier time in her advanced algebra class. Peter wanted to go for a walk though. I knew he wanted to take me somewhere we could be alone for a while. I wanted that too. So, I told him to wait for me at the canteen and we would finally go to the alcove where I could fuck his brains out before we had to get ready to leave. When I got to the Prestons' cabin, Mr. Preston was just getting ready to go into town with Jennifer and Derek. All three of them were dressed. It felt a little awkward being naked around them. Jennifer tried to beg off going, but her parents insisted. I told her I would catch up with her later though. After they left, I stood in front of her mother for a few moments waiting for what she had on her mind. "Melissa, I'm glad you've been friends with Jennifer. She doesn't easily trust people." I wasn't expecting to be talking about Jennifer. "Yesterday, I saw something though that I think we need to talk about." Oh shit. "I saw you kissing my daughter." Yikes. "Are you a pervert, Melissa?" Oh, my God. I would have bolted from the house if my mind had been functioning. "Uhh..." "It's an easy question, dear. Are you a pervert?" "No, ma'am," I nervously replied. "Then why did you put your tongue in my daughter's mouth on the back steps yesterday?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. "You're a girl, and she's a girl. Why were you kissing her?" "Don't be mad at Jennifer..." I started saying, before being interrupted. "I'm not mad at my daughter, but I think you took advantage of her." I had no clue how to respond to that. Anything I could say would mean I would betray Jennifer's trust. "I guess I'm a pervert." "You guess?" she sternly asked. Holy crap! This woman wasn't happy with me! "Uhhh..." "Are you a pervert?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, ma'am." "I think you need to be punished for corrupting my daughter, don't you?" Punished? "Answer me, you little pervert!" "I dunno..." "Are you trying to turn my daughter into a lesbian?" I kept my mouth shut. "Nothing to say? Would you rather Jennifer gets punished?" I so wanted to run out of the cabin, but I wasn't sure if Jennifer would pay the price if I did. "Don't do anything to Jennifer, please?" "So, you're ready to be punished?" I nodded my head squeamishly. "Come over here and lay across my lap." What the fuck? Was she going to spank me? "Hurry along. They'll be back before too long." I cautiously lay across her lap. She then held a paddle in front of my face. Where did that come from? "This is what I use with perverts." The next thing I felt was a smack against my left butt cheek. whack "Oww!" I exclaimed. That was followed by alternating smacks on both butt cheeks. whackwhack "Ouch!" I yelled out. She didn't seem to care that I was getting noisy. whack "Owwwww!" That one stung! Whack "Owie!" I exclaimed. Fuck! She was hitting me harder! WHACK "OWWWW!" I yelled out. "THAT HURTS!" "It's supposed to. It's the only way to teach a pervert," she stated, firmly. WHACK "FUCK!" "Shut your dirty mouth, pervert!" she loudly scolded me, before really popping my butt good. WHACK "OWWWWWWWW!" She then stopped and rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments. "Your butt is getting red," she told me. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" "Yes, ma'am!" I agonizingly replied. I tried to get up. "I don't think you have," she said, pushing hard in the small of my back to keep me across her lap. She then followed with more smacks of the paddle. I just let out one long squeal as she whipped my little butt. Tears were running down my cheeks. I was visibly wincing and moaning by the time she stopped. Then I felt her hand rubbing my butt again. "You took your punishment like a big girl." My butt was still stinging as she rubbed me. "I have something to help soothe the pain. I'm not sure a pervert like you deserves it, but you took your punishment well." I then felt her touching my pussy. Moments later, she had wiggled two fingers into me. She wanted to finger fuck me! What the hell?! And why was I wet? Was it a natural state for me now? "You like that, don't you, pervert?" I wasn't sure what to say. So I said nothing. I did moan though, and I was getting wetter. I couldn't help it. Sometimes I think my pussy is wired to bypass my brain. It certainly isn't connected to any critical thinking areas. "Answer me, pervert!" "I like your fingers in my pussy!" I exclaimed, quickly realizing a few fingers in my cooch felt a whole lot better than a paddle on my ass. I also knew I was now soaking wet. She knew I liked her fingers in my pussy. Even I could hear my pussy squishing. "I thought you might," she stated. "After all, you're a pervert." She finger fucked me for a few minutes. She was really good at it, too. I went from one type of agony to another before she pulled her hand away, leaving me frustrated. I then felt something soothing being rubbed into my butt cheeks. It took most of the stinging sensation away. Just when I thought she was about finished, she slipped a finger between my butt cheeks to touch my asshole. Before I knew it, she was pushing it inside. "Oh, my Gawd!" I breathlessly whined. "You like that too, don't you?" she sternly asked, finger fucking my butt now. "Yes, ma'am," I more grunted than said it. She continued to probe my butt with her slippery finger. She was wiggling and even trying to curl it while inside me. I thought she was going to hurt me, but instead it felt good. After a few more minutes of checking my nonexistent prostate, she pulled her finger out. "You can stand up now," she instructed me. She hadn't made me cum and I wasn't sure what she had next in mind. I moved off her lap and took a step away from her, reaching back to rub my butt. "If you kiss my daughter again, you'll get more of that," she sternly informed me. She then angrily asked, "Do you understand?" My eyes went wide. This woman scared me! I never thought Jennifer's mom could be this intimidating! Then she winked at me. Holy fuck! What was this? Was she playing a game with me? I decided to find my backbone. "What if I do more with Jennifer than kiss her?" I boldly asked, hoping it wasn't going to get me another ass beating. I was still rubbing my butt. She looked at me a bit angrily. Maybe she wasn't playing a game! "Then you will get a whole lot more than just a spanking." "What if I don't let you?" I said, finally deciding I would stand up to her. I did glance back to make sure I had a clear path to the door for a quick escape, just in case my sudden brashness backfired. "That would be a shame, little pervert," she said, her expression softening. "Because I think you enjoyed what we just did as much as I did." I smiled wryly at her, "I plan on kissing Jennifer a lot." "I'll have to see you regularly after school to make sure you get properly punished then," she firmly stated, but she was smiling now. She then reached out for my hand. I reached to let her take it, pulling me to her, and kissing my forehead. "You better make an 'A' in my class, Melissa. Or I'll really wear out your cute butt." "I'll try," I coyly replied. "I've talked with enough teachers this summer to know you're a terrific student," she said in her normal voice. "I look forward to teaching you this year." "Jennifer says you're cool." "I think you're pretty cool too," she said, softly squeezing my hand. I asked her the obvious question, "How ... I mean, you took a big chance with me just now." "The spanking?" "Well, yeah ... and fingering me." "I wasn't taking much of a chance," she slyly grinned. "Colleen thought you might enjoy playing a game with me." "Mrs. Clark told you?" I incredulously asked. "Sure. I've seen you in action too ... Just like you've seen me and my husband." "Oh," I simply said, suppressing an embarrassed grin while remembering Mrs. Clark had shown me the picture of the Prestons. She then surprised me further. "Oh, and I know Jennifer is a lesbian," she casually said. "I heard what you said to her as well. I'm glad she has you as a friend." "Sooooo ... you don't mind if she and I..." "I don't mind at all, dear." "Do you want to do more ... you know ... with me after today?" I subtly asked, wondering if she would do more than just spanking and fingering me. "I would like that very much. And I am sure that Carl would also enjoy playing with you. And you with him. But only if you want to and I promise we'd do only things you like. And Jennifer can never know." I nodded. A bad feeling came over me momentarily though. She was asking me to keep a secret from Jennifer. I then glanced at my butt. It wasn't as red as I had expected, but it did have a pink tint to it. "You can just say that you slipped and fell on your butt," Mrs. Preston said. "I'm meeting Peter at the canteen. Convincing him of that isn't likely." "Tie your towel around your waist if you're worried he'll notice. I didn't spank you hard enough to leave markings for very long. I'm quite skilled at what I do. I have a few people I regularly practice my craft with." "Mrs. Walcott?" She just smiled. I started to throw out Julie's name as well, but she was already smiling. I would hit her up about that sometime later. "Mrs. Preston, I'm not really into butt whoopings and stuff." She chuckled, "I'm not just into 'butt whoopings', sweetie." I blushed while half-heartedly suppressing a grin. "I've heard you're very cute when you blush. Colleen was right." I was surprised Mrs. Clark had been saying so much about me to her. I decided to see what other sources she might have. "What has Mrs. Rayner told you about me?" She looked at me curiously. "A few things, but nothing I hadn't already heard." "So, you're really good friends with Mrs. Clark?" She chuckled, which confused me. "Why don't you just ask me what your mother has told me?" I looked at her wide-eyed. She laughed, "I know when I'm being taken on the long road to somewhere, sweetie." "What has she told you?" "That you're a beautiful intelligent girl, and that she loves you very much," she kindly said, brushing my hair back with her hand. "And, that you probably wouldn't like 'butt whoopings'," she added, chuckling. I was mortified that she had been talking about me like that with Mom, but also strangely turned on as well. Gawd, I was too easy. "But you went ahead with it anyways? Didn't my mom tell you not to?" She got very serious. "Melissa, your mom trusted me to not really hurt you. I gave her my word that I wouldn't. And I am really good at this." She looked at me for a second, letting her words sink in. Then she continued, "I had to try though. However, I think you'd rather give out 'butt whoopings'. If you do, try not to bruise Jennifer's ass." "She likes that?" I asked, amazed she would even mention her daughter like that. "Who knows?" she replied, shrugging. "I never expected her to be a lesbian." She then hugged me and kissed my cheek. I was surprised she hadn't tried to take even more liberties with me. I then figured she might be afraid her husband could show up anytime with Jennifer and Derek. She looked at me closely, "Melissa, I trust you not to ever intentionally hurt Jennifer. I've read too many horror stories about young teens being bullied and harassed." "I couldn't ever hurt her or anyone like that," I stated. "Even if we ever got really mad at each other, I'd never do something that mean to her." "I didn't think you would, but I had to say it. She is my daughter." "She's my friend, and I'll whoop some butts for her if I have to," I said, smiling. After a moment I said, "Mrs. Preston, you are right about me not enjoying getting my butt whooped. I've gotten a couple of spankings, I have enjoyed them. Whooping me with the paddle is a whole different thing, though." I paused. "Sex should be fun. It shouldn't hurt." She spoke very softly as she took my hand. "I am awfully sorry then, Melissa, if I went too far. Will you forgive me?" I smiled at her. "Yeah, just don't do it again," I insisted, giggling as well. "Your fingers in me felt great, though. And I won't whoop Jennifer's ass either." She chuckled at me, "We'll see. Because I think you might make a great mistress some day." I wasn't exactly sure what she actually meant by 'mistress', but she was smiling when she said it. So I figured it must not be a bad thing. She added, "Some people enjoy a little pain with sex. Everyone has their own preferences. Some people like sex to be tender and gentle. Some like the exact opposite. More people like a little of everything. It just depends on the person. It's why experimentation can be a very good thing ... to figure out your own boundaries." She had a good point. I had already discovered a lot about myself. I was sure I would discover many more things as well. Butt whooping wasn't going to be one of them though. But in a weird way, I was glad she did it. ------- As I left to go hook up with Peter, the feeling I initially felt at the Preston's cabin really began to hit me. Mrs. Preston had seduced me with my mom knowing, and she wanted me to keep it a secret from her daughter. This was me and Sarah all over again! And I didn't like it one bit. If Sarah and I hadn't come clean with each other, I don't think we would have stayed friends for much longer. Things were just getting good between me and Jennifer, even without the sex. I had always liked her as a friend. If Jennifer accidentally discovered I was having sex with her mom, I didn't know how she would react. I had a lot to think about. I was glad that Jennifer's mom was okay with her being a lesbian. I suspected her father knew as well. I was certain Derek didn't know, or he was doing a great acting job. Boys weren't that good at acting when it came to sex though. His girlfriend was into girls. There's no way he wouldn't try to exploit that to at least see Julie with another girl. Or perhaps with his sister even? I wasn't quite sure how I would talk to Jennifer about all of this, but I knew I would. I wouldn't let the adults put a barrier between me and my friends again. ------- Peter was waiting for me right where I expected him. "Why do you have your towel wrapped around you?" "We need to go talk ... among other things," I said, as I grabbed his arm and headed off to the alcove at the lake. If nothing else happened today, I was going to fuck him there, even if we had an audience. When we reached the alcove, I cautiously sat down on my towel. Fortunately, the stinging from the earlier spanking was gone. "Mel, what happened to your butt?" "This stays between the two of us, okay?" "Sure." "Mrs. Preston gave me a spanking. And not with her hand, but with a wooden paddle." He looked at me surprised for a moment, and then he just said, "Oh." "'Oh'?" I asked him in bewilderment. "Just 'Oh'?" "She's into that kind of thing. I thought it was just with grown-ups though." "What the fuck, Peter?" "I accidentally saw her with Mrs. Walcott one day earlier this year. I was with Mom when she stopped by the Walcott's house. Mom was supposed to pick something up. She told me to wait for her in the car. She'd been inside for about fifteen minutes, and I had to take a leak. So, I went inside." "Holy shit, Peter. What all did you see." "I went in the front door, but no one was around. So, I went to the hallway bathroom. When I came out, there was still no one around. But I heard some sounds that I figured were coming from the basement. I figured Mom was down there with Mrs. Walcott. I went down the basement stairs and saw Mrs. Preston in a leather type getup. Mrs. Walcott was like tied to this wooden thing. She was naked, but her eyes were covered with a blindfold and she had something in her mouth to keep her from making noise. Mrs. Preston was using a whip like thing on her butt and legs. Mom was watching. After watching for a minute, I figured I better get out of there." "So, no one saw you or knows you were there?" "Nope." "Have you told anyone else?" "Just you." I was proud of him for telling me. "Mel, don't tell anyone. I'm sure Jennifer and Derek have no idea what their mom likes to do." "I won't. But I guess that sorta explains her spanking me." "Why did she spank you?" "She says she saw me kissing Jennifer." "Oh shit." "It's cool, Peter. She knows Jennifer is a lesbian. She's okay with it." "So she spanked you for kissing Jennifer?" he asked, still puzzled. "Well, she said she'd been talking with Mrs. Clark ... and my mother," I said. "I guess she decided to try out a teen girl after they told her I'd probably be open to the idea. Not so much open to the spanking, but to fooling around." "Did you?" "Did I what?" "Fool around ... other than the spanking?" "She fingered my cooch and butthole," I admitted, blushing. "You're cute when you blush." I rolled my eyes at him, "So, you don't care that the mother of the lesbian that is in love with me spanked my ass, and then fingered my pussy and butthole?" "I'll admit that it's a bit on the 'unusual' side of things." "I guess there's nothing I could do that would shock you," I said, flustered. "Stay away from animals, and I'll probably be cool with it." "So, you're telling me to stay away from you?" I teased. "You know what I mean." "Just for that, you're going to have to fuck me like a dog." "Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment?" "Just shut up and fuck me before I whip your ass." "Decisions, decisions..." he said, grinning. "Peter!" I said in mock anger. I wanted to be fucked! "Well, then, on your hands and knees, darling." I quickly grabbed his head and gave him a lusty kiss. I so liked it when he called me 'darling'. I dropped to the ground and got on my hands and knees. I was wet and when Peter got behind me I spread my knees to be more open for him. He slid into me easily. It felt so natural for his cock to be in my pussy. I grinned a little as I thought that his cock belonged to me and in my pussy. "Fuck me, Peter, damn it!" And fuck me he did ... hard and deep, his groin pushing hard against my butt. I could even feel his balls slapping against my clit. He couldn't resist popping my butt cheeks as he did. I preferred that over the earlier kind with Jennifer's mom. I came hard just as Peter started to groan and spurt his cum into me. I had to bite my lower arm to keep from screaming out loud. ------- We were walking together back to the tents when Jennifer called out to us. "Hi guys. I've been looking for you." "We were ... busy," I said grinning. "Figures," she said, smiling back. "Do you guys want to talk?" Peter asked. I planned to compliment his parents for raising such a perceptive son. "Yeah, but you can stay if you want." "It's cool. I'll see you back at the campsite," he told me. He then told Jennifer goodbye in case he didn't see her again before we headed back home. "This has been one crazy weekend," Jennifer said. Gawd, if she only knew. "I wish we could hang out more today." "What are you doing tomorrow?" "The usual ... Not much." "Do you want to spend the day with me?" "Hells yeah! Where do you want to meet up at?" "I was thinking we could hang out at my house to start with." "That's cool. Your parents won't mind?" "Mom likes you. She won't mind," I said. "In fact, why don't you see if you can spend the night?" "I guess my parents will let me. They seemed to like you." "What's not to like, chica?" I teased her. "If my parents knew what we might be doing..." That sudden bad feeling hit me again. I didn't want to keep secrets from this girl, especially about me and her parents. How could I tell her though? "I doubt they will mind if you stay over with me. I can get Mom to call and talk to them if you want." "You're so cool, Mel." I wondered if her parents could see how much she had changed over the past two days. She was absolutely glowing! She had someone she could be herself with for once. I was glad for her. I couldn't imagine having to hide myself like she had been doing. I would have gone psycho killer on everyone. "Jennifer, are you still cool with me letting a friend know about you?" "Your friend who's also into girls?" I nodded. "Are you trying to play matchmaker for me?" she grinned. "Girl, I've been struggling with my own matchmaking. You're on your own," I said, giggling with her. I walked her back to her cabin. She said they would start getting ready to leave soon as well. We talked some more about everything that had happened. I reassured her that I would be there for her no matter what, even if just as a close friend. When she finally asked about my earlier talk with her mom, I said, "We talked about you. She's glad that I'm your friend." "I'm glad you're my friend," she happily replied. "Did she talk about anything else?" I thought quickly, and said, "She told me I better make A's in her class, too ... or she'd have to punish me." "She likes to joke about whippings. She'd never do that." Gawd if she only knew! I hadn't told her everything, but it was all I could at that point. Fucking secrets! Jennifer added, "I'm glad she likes you. It'll make it easier for us to hang out." When we reached her cabin, she took my hand and pulled me along with her to the backyard. As soon as we rounded the back corner, she pulled me to her and deeply kissed me. She may not have been kissing long, but the girl knew how to leave me dazed. "I love you, Melissa Livingston." I looked at her knowing I couldn't say the same thing. She put her fingers against my lips. "I had to say it again, Mel. The first time I said it, I thought my world was going to crash around me. This time, I know I'm saying it to a true friend, someone who won't hurt me." I started crying. She did too. I then kissed her just as passionately as she had kissed me. We then started pulling ourselves together, wiping the tears from each other's face. "You still look like you've been crying," I noted. "I'll just say I stubbed my toe," she said, laughing. "I could spank you," I joked. I wasn't sure why I kidded around about it, except now I was curious how she would reply. She softly said, "I'd let you." I looked at her wide-eyed. Seeing my reaction, she added, "I'm just kidding!" I wasn't so sure. "Call me tomorrow morning after you talk to your parents," I told her. She nodded. After a couple of quick kisses, I left. ------- When I got back to our camp sites, everyone was there helping to take the tents down and pack up. I realized I was the only one not helping. Other than stand in the way and look pretty, I wasn't sure how I could help. Mom had all of our stuff packed into the car. Only the tent needed to be taken down. "I left your clothes in the front seat." "Already tired of looking at me naked?" "I'm not getting pulled over by the cops because my underage daughter is flashing everyone." "You're no fun," I teased, which got her chasing me. I let her catch me. "Mom, I need to clean up a little before getting dressed." "I thought I smelled Peter," she smirked. "Gawd, Mom!" I embarrassingly whined. "Be quick about it, sweetie," she said to me with a smile. I ran to the showers, finished in record time and dried off while walking back. ------- Before we started getting into the cars to leave, I walked over to Peter. "Call me when you get home," I told him. I then wrapped my arms around him and deeply kissed him in front of everyone, which of course generated a lot of comments. I didn't care though. After breaking the kiss, we just smiled at each other. Peter asked, "Can we go on another date soon?" "I have a very full social calendar, but I'll squeeze you in," I teased. "Oh, you will?" "Sure. You're now at the top of my list when it comes to gentleman callers," I said in a really bad southern accent. "I love you, Mel." "I love you, Peter." Then after a couple more quick kisses, we went to our cars. "I mean it, Melissa. Put your clothes on." I rolled my eyes at Mom and started putting my top on. I had gone from being the last to take her clothes off in the beginning, to being last to put them back on! As we drove down the path leading to the campground office, Jamie said, "Mom, you better stop so Mel can tell her real boyfriend goodbye." "Shut up, Jamie," I growled. Fortunately, he did. Mom looked over at me, but didn't say anything. She had said we would talk later. I'm sure she didn't want to talk about it in front of Jamie though. ------- It wasn't long before Jamie settled into the backseat with his iPod. Mom seemed a little lost in her thoughts. So, I sat quietly watching the scenery for a while. "Was it Peter that got you and Julie to spy on us last night?" I looked at her wondering how she knew. "Who told you?" She then got a satisfied smile. I had been had. She pulled my own trick on me! She didn't know anything for sure until I opened my big mouth. "Pam mentioned that Peter might have since the two of them had spied on the party last year." "You went to Pam and asked her?" I asked, very annoyed. "You were spying on her too." She reminded me. I couldn't believe Pam had ratted us out! Especially her brother! "Don't be mad at Pam. I tricked her into admitting about the previous year." I had to give my mother credit. She was good, in a scary kinda way. "You didn't tell Julie's parents, did you?" "They deserved to know." "Gawd, Mom! Julie's gonna be pissed at me now!" "They weren't upset with her. In fact, they weren't surprised. They're not going to say anything to her about it." I sat there pissed at myself for letting her trick me. Then Mom surprised me. "Your father knew where I was last night, and what I would be doing. I had his blessing." I looked over at her. She glanced at me. "On the way back from the showers, you asked if he would approve of what happened in the bedroom." I boldly stated, "You didn't answer the question." "What part do you think he wouldn't have approved of?" "You guys were kissing like you were married or something." She noticeably sighed, and said, "So it was just the kissing that bothered you? Not the way he fucked me?" "Mom, you guys looked like you'd been passionate lovers for a long time." She glanced over at me with an amused look, which caught me by surprise. "Do you think I'm having an affair with him?" "No ... but..." She started grinning. "I've never cheated on your father. I don't ever plan to either. Your father knows how passionate I can get while having sex." I looked at her skeptically. "I'm serious, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with kissing." "You were really into it though." "Okay then, would Peter approve of the way you were kissing Jennifer at the alcove Saturday? "Huh?" "Honey, you two were just as passionate as I've ever been when it comes to kissing." "So? Jennifer is a girl!" "Regardless. Besides girls can be competition, too. So, would Peter approve?" "He knows how I can get." "And your father knows how I can get as well. He's seen me kiss others like that before. He knows I kiss people sometimes like that when he's not around too. The key, sweetie, is that he knows. I don't hide things from him. If he had a problem with it, he would tell me." "Peter knows," I informed her. "Good," she said, reaching over to brush my hair with her hand. "You know, kissing is part of the experience. It doesn't mean you have feelings for the person, other than maybe friendship. It's all part of the experience." "You two looked really friendly," I said, smiling. I knew she was right though. "I've known John and Erica for some time now. John is very much in love with her." "That's cool then," I said. "Speaking of John," Mom started. "He mentioned this morning that a few people saw what they thought was a faint light shining from the top of the old fire tower last night." Oh shit. "Do you know anything about that?" I turned my head to look out the side window so Mom couldn't see my face. What we had done the previous night was incredibly stupid. We had been drinking and smoking weed in an old tower about eighty feet in the air. And then we had topped off the stupidity by having lights up there! Maybe we should have taken a flashing neon sign up there as well that said 'Don't pay any attention to us'. Mr. Meyer was probably pissed. If one of us had gotten hurt, all hell would have broken loose. I really didn't want Mom thinking I had done that. I should have been smarter than that. I then answered her the only way I could without lying, "Last night? When I was at the Meyers' house?" Answering a question with a question was just like admitting guilt to Mom. Throwing in a little misdirection was just as bad. But other than invoking my right to not incriminate myself, which isn't a right in Mom's world, it was the best I could do. Lying would have just pissed her off. "You were at the Meyers' house the whole night?" "I'm not sure how long we were there," I said, prolonging the dance. I could only hope to tire her out. It had never worked before, but I was no quitter. "No one was wearing a watch, huh?" "Mine was locked in the car." Which it was. I opened the glove box and pulled it out just for her benefit. I didn't dare turn to look at her though. She knew how to read my face like a book. She then said, "You know that would be a very dangerous thing to do, especially at night in the dark ... for whoever might have been involved. After all the structure may not be safe anymore." The dance was over. She was showing a slight sign of surrendering as well. A draw was the absolute best I could hope for. So, I nodded, keeping my mouth shut. "Well, John checked it out this morning." I froze. I then heard a faint snort from the driver's seat. Fuck! She had other moves to play. I was so screwed. Mom continued, "He didn't see any sign of someone having been up there. He figured it was just a reflection, or the lights from an airplane that they saw." I just kept my mouth closed and smiled. We both knew I had been busted though. "Personally, I think it was a UFM." "A what?" She cut her eyes at me smiling. "Ha ha, Mom," I exclaimed, exasperated. "An 'Unidentified Flying Melissa'. That is so totally lame." "At least I'm not putting you on restriction." No fucking way! Who stole my old mother and left me with this ... cool mom? I did my best to suppress a smile. But it didn't work. She just grinned at me. "Remember our talk this morning? When I said you'd freely do things that seem adventurous, many times not thinking about consequences?" I hated her being right all the time. "Promise me you won't do that again." "I promise." She looked at my hands. I immediately became offended, "You were looking to see if I had my fingers crossed!" She just looked ahead at the road, not daring to let me see her face. "It was fun though," I blurted out, smirking a little. "Especially seeing you with Mike and Jamie with Mrs. Walcott from up top. She blushed slightly and glanced over at me with the same smirk. I knew she would have been up in that tower as well when she was my age. She knew I knew, too. "You're just jealous it was me instead of you up there," I playfully smirked. She glanced over, "Maybe when I was thirteen..." "A UFA maybe?" I teased her ... which actually made her blush even more! ------- After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I decided it was probably safe to ask Mom more about Mr. Meyer. Maybe I could get her mind off of his fire tower, and on the tower between his legs. "Mom?" "Yeah?" "Did it hurt when Mr. Meyer fucked you?" "Probably the best word for it is 'uncomfortable'. While a pussy can be very accommodating, there are other internal organs that take exception to being pushed around quite so abruptly. There's not a whole lot of spare room down there. I'm sure you understand that by now. What is fun about it is the combination of getting pleasure and a little pain at the same time." "Yeah," I admitted embarrassingly. "I don't think I'd want one that big." "I think you'd love to try it." "Probably ... at least once ... or twice." "Or more," she snickered. I just cut my eyes at her. "Daddy doesn't get jealous? I mean, Daddy isn't small, but Mr. Meyer makes everyone look small." "I asked him once. He said he doesn't, but I suspect he does get a little jealous sometimes. Men tend to be like that. It's a bit of an ego thing ... much like boob size is for women. I think you probably have an understanding of that, too." "Yeah," I sighed. "I was your size when I was your age. I know the feeling," she said. "John is very impressive compared to your father. Erica is very impressive compared to me." "Mom, you're very impressive compared to me." "I'm not that big. You'll catch up to me before long. You might even be bigger." "Yeah, right," I said derisively. She just smiled, shaking her head at my more than obvious obsession with my not so impressive breasts. I wasn't sure they even qualified as breasts yet. It's like an amusement park ride where you have to be at least a certain height. I just knew I would never make it onto anything other than the little kiddie rides. Pam's bigger boobs are probably what got her into the orgy the previous night more than anything else. It totally sucks when a cute thirteen year old girl can't even make it into an orgy with a bunch of perverts. At least I had a life goal to shoot for. Mom continued while I had my own silent pity party, "Anyway, as impressive as John is, there is no way I'd want him pounding me with that thing all the time. It's fun once in a while, but I'd much prefer someone the size of your father on a regular basis. It's called having too much of a good thing. Size isn't everything, but it does figure into things." "So you like Daddy's the best?" "I love your father's cock. Not so much for the size, but for who it is attached to," she proudly said. "So cool," I said. "You picked a great husband." "He'd love to hear that from you." "I doubt he would want to hear me compliment his cock," I snorted, giggling. "You can be so silly." "He is rather impressive ... for a Daddy," I giggled silly-like, just to tease her. Mom rolled her eyes at me, but then smiled, "Your father holds his own quite well compared to most other men. He fits me perfectly." I wasn't expecting that as a reply to my silliness! It was the oddest conversation I had ever had with Mom. I loved it! "I hope I'll have a husband like yours," I more seriously said. "I hope so, too," she said, reaching over to pat my leg. ------- After sitting quietly for a short time, Mom finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I let things get out of control." "You mean in the tent?" I replied. "That, and earlier." "At the party?" "It started there. I let things go too far." I was surprised she was bringing that up. Something was obviously bothering her. "With Mr. Meyer?" "I shouldn't have taken ecstasy. I let John give it to me. It hadn't been a problem in the past with your father there. This time he wasn't, but Jamie was there." "What about Jamie?" "I should've stayed sober so I could keep an eye on him. Instead, I encouraged things to go further than they should have." "I saw you kissing Jamie. It looked like you thought he was someone else." "I could claim that, but it would be a lie." "You gave him something." "A Viagra." "Why?" "For a stupid reason. He couldn't seem to get an erection. I knew he had just cum though, but I didn't want him to get embarrassed. I thought it would help him the rest of the night." "I'm sure Mrs. Meyer would've had him going again rather quickly." "Probably, but I wasn't thinking clearly by then. That happens after drinking for a while," she purposely said to me. I definitely got the message. I then asked, "When you kissed Jamie like you were..." "I could tell you that I was just trying to get him aroused again, but it wasn't my only motivation." "You stopped him from touching you though." "Only because I came to my senses ... at least for that moment." "Would you have done more with Jamie?" "I don't think so, but I was getting high. I'd just taken the ecstasy. I obviously wasn't thinking like I should." "Is that why you licked my butt, fingered, and kissed me? Because of the same 'motivation' you had with Jamie?" "I did it because I was still high," she said, avoiding the actual question. I wasn't letting her off that easy though. "What if you hadn't been high?" "Then I wouldn't have done it." "Does that mean you didn't want to?" She was stumped for a few moments. She knew I had cornered her. "You're gonna make a great mother some day," she said, wryly smiling at me. "I think you're a great mother now." "I'm not so sure about that today." "Why?" "High or not, I shouldn't have done what I did with you or Jamie." "Did you hear me complain?" "You were pissed off," she reminded me. "I was pissed off that I had to take care of a problem that started at something I was excluded from." "It wasn't really a problem though." "He would've had to go to the hospital," I reminded her. "If he did have priapism, then it wouldn't have mattered what you did," she confessed. "What are you saying?" I asked, puzzled why she was telling me all of that. "I took advantage of you." "I could've said no." "No, you couldn't have. You wouldn't have let your brother become injured. I used your sisterly devotion against you. I also abused your trust in me." I should have been seriously pissed off. But she had just come clean with me without my having to push for the truth. She knew she was wrong, and she wasn't trying to hide it from me now. Instead of getting angry at how she had abused my trust, I felt proud of her for being forthcoming with the truth. I may never have found out otherwise. But regardless, she didn't know Jamie didn't have a medical problem going on. Having me get him to cum at least confirmed he didn't when he went soft afterwards. "You didn't know he didn't have ... pecker-pism or whatever you called it." "I did know. I got him hard on the way back from John and Erica's." I was stunned. What was she telling me? Just this morning when waking up she told me that I saved her ass. I didn't get it yet. "You got him hard again? How?" "The way I started trying when you were watching us." "Kissing?" "And stroking him too." Whoa. I had seen her stroking his cock in the tent after she spat on it to supposedly get his cock lubricated for me. This was a different thing. "You didn't stroke him though when I was watching at the orgy," I reminded her. "Only because Erica's mouth was in the way." "He looked like he enjoyed kissing and touching you," I noted. "I bet he liked what you did on the way back to the tent, too." She didn't reply to that, so I asked, "What made you do that?" "Jamie dared me." "And you just did it?" I incredulously asked. She sheepishly nodded. "What did he say when he dared you?" "He dared me to do what I started to do when I gave him the Viagra." "So, you kissed and jerked him off out in the open?" "No one could see us at the time ... not on the path leading from the house. I thought he would go soft before we got back to the tent." "Then why didn't you finish him off?" "I was afraid somebody might see us if I took too long." She shrugged her shoulders. "And when he wasn't going soft?" "Like I said, I took advantage of you," she stated. "I'm sorry." "Oh, my Gawd! You wanted to see us having sex? After you made out with him too!" "Yes," she embarrassingly replied. "But I'm sure you have watched Jamie and me at home several times." Mom looked straight ahead and didn't answer. "And then you started licking me..." "I hadn't specifically planned that, but I'd thought about it, and knew I might have the chance to do something." "And you took advantage of me." "Like I said, I'm sorry." "I'm not." She glanced over at me with a wry smile. She had admitted to purposely doing something sexual with me. And, it was a whole lot more than my just rutting against Daddy! I then said, "It felt great." "I'm good at it," she boldly told me. I wasn't sure what to say next. This was something I had to digest first. On the one hand I was really pissed because Mom had tricked me into having sex with Jamie in front of her. I wasn't sure if the part about Jamie daring her was true. I would find out from Jamie when I would question him sometime during the next couple of days. On the other hand it had felt good when she had licked my asshole. But I felt even better because Mom had done something sexual with me, something she may have done with Sarah in the past. Perhaps when Sarah was riding Daddy, fucking him. And come to think about it, Sarah and I had taken advantage of Daddy. Who was I to throw stones? "Mom, I love you," I said softly. "Thanks for doing it with me." She looked at me totally surprised. ------- "I want to ask you something," Mom stated. "Since we're talking..." I was immediately apprehensive. "Your father was taken advantage of a little over a week ago ... on the day of your first date with Peter." I knew she had to be fishing for information. There was no way Sarah would have ratted me out. I was certain Daddy told Mom everything he knew ... at least based on what Sarah had said to him during the blindfold game. "What do you mean?" "I'm just going to ask you straight out. Were you in the bedroom with Sarah when your father was blindfolded?" I hesitated answering. It was an obvious one. So I just said, "Yes, ma'am." She was quiet for several minutes. I kept waiting for her to rip into me. She had to know I didn't just watch. I had obviously stepped over the line. But then, she had licked my ass. "I'm sorry," I said, thinking that was the best thing to do at the time. I had taken advantaged of Daddy, just like she had done with me. She then said, "Remember what I said the night you told me you'd done nothing wrong with your father on the couch?" "Are you going to throw stones at me?" I boldly asked her in reply. "After what you did with me and Jamie last night?" I couldn't believe she was going to confront me with that! I had several big stones to throw if she was going to berate me about Daddy's blindfold game. We would both come out of this losers. "No, I'm not going to throw stones," she plainly said. "We both went too far. Am I right?" The way she said it wasn't confrontational at all. It was actually friendly the way she asked. "Am I right?" she asked again, still not sounding like she was mad or anything though. I nodded. I then looked at her closely to see if she was pissed. If she was, I was going to lay into her about what I was sure she and Daddy had done with me at the blindfold game the very next day. She continued to surprise me though, and even beat me to my own punch. "Your father and I went too far with you." "The next day at the Clarks?" It was her turn to nod. "So, that was Daddy rubbing on me?" She winced as she said, "It was more me rubbing him on you." I couldn't believe she just came out and admitted it to me. I didn't even have to ask! I felt like I was in some kind of an alternate universe. Whatever it was, I hoped it wouldn't stop. "Something else I want you to know, Melissa." It was my mother talking again. "Do you know why the game stopped even though you didn't say the safe word?" I looked at her surprised. "I stopped it, Melissa. I stopped it because you were starting to fret. So I put an immediate stop to it." She then added softly, "As I said before, I have always watched out for you. I wanted you to have fun, but not get hurt." I was floored. The longer I talked to her the more I was beginning to see Mom in a completely different light. I was at a loss for words. "Thanks, Mom," was all I could get out. I thought for a moment, I didn't want the conversation to stop. "Mom, do you think you did anything wrong with me last night?" She took a deep breath, "I can't answer that until you answer this - Do you think I did anything wrong with you last night?" "You called me 'Mel' last night. It was the first time ever," I noted. I started to grin as I said, "If licking my butthole brought that on, then I think you did absolutely nothing wrong." "I distinctly remember saying 'Mel' BEFORE I licked your butthole," she tried to say without smiling. She failed. "You were drunk and high. You weren't thinking straight" I playfully shot back. "I knew what I was doing," she calmly replied. "I figured you were doing what you wanted to do," I said approvingly. She paused for a few seconds, "Seriously ... Mel," she started. "Did I do anything wrong last night with you?" "No," I quickly told her. "I would've said something then if you had." "Mel, did you fuck your father during the blindfold game with Sarah?" She distinctively called me 'Mel' again. She wanted to talk as friends. "Only Sarah did," I said. "I thought about it though, but I knew I'd already gone too far." "Then whatever else you did, I'm okay with it," she said. "But, Melissa, don't go any further with your games with him." She distinctively said 'Melissa'. I was quickly learning her code. It was obvious to both of us that our talks were always going to be complicated to some degree. "Mom?" I said timidly. "Even with me sucking his cock for a minute before Sarah fucked him? Even with me sucking him clean after he fucked Sarah?" She thought for a moment. Her jaw was set firmly. She was pissed. I watched her guardedly. I felt the atmosphere suddenly grow very tense. She clearly hadn't known the details of what Sarah and I had done to Daddy. "Melissa," her voice was very dry. "Thanks for being honest with me. So I am giving you a free pass on this one. But I am giving you a good piece of advice as your Mom and as your friend." She gave me a quick sideways glance. Her eyes were hard. "Before you have sex with a married man, don't assume but make sure his wife is really okay with it. And I mean really before. Even before you get naked. Or get him hard. Or whatever." "Because a jealous wife can get you killed?" I asked her anxiously. "Or get you beaten up, cut up, or otherwise make you wish she had killed you." She swallowed hard. "And Melissa," she paused for a second, "I will give you hell like you have never pictured hell before if I find out that your father's cock has been in your pussy or in your ass. And don't even wonder if I mean it. Because I do." I looked at her. Her lips were tightly pressed against each other. "Your father and I tell each other everything. That is the basis of our trust in each other. And that is the basis of our love - complete openness and trust in each other - even if we have fucked up. So I will know right away if it happened." "So you are giving me holy hell, but not Daddy?" I said petulantly. "Exactly right. Because I know that guys have a hard time thinking straight with a young pretty naked girl in their lap rubbing against their dick. And because I know that your father is not trying to have sex with you. She momentarily paused, "Honey, you are your father's darling daughter. It's hard for him to tell you no about anything. You can be very persuasive when it comes to him." I knew she was right. I had used my nakedness as a ruse just last night to get Jennifer and Derek to join us. "Promise that you will not fuck your daddy, Melissa?" Mom asked very insistently. "Promise me as your mother ... and friend." "I promise, Mom, and I promise, Andrea." "Thanks, Melissa and Mel, I appreciate that." Mom smiled at me. "Mom, when you were ... on the way back to the tent ... did you do anything else with Jamie?" "I tried to get his cock down by jerking him off until he came, but it wasn't working. He wasn't going to cum so easily after cumming so many times earlier," she said, and then paused momentarily. "I went no further than the line I'm now drawing for you and your father." We were both deep in thought. I couldn't believe she so easily admitted to going beyond just touching with Jamie. There was one more thing I needed to find out. "What about you and me ... as friends? You know, the things we did in the shower ... and what you did with me last night?" I asked her softly. I could see her debating how to answer. "Melissa, you have grown up so fast since summer vacation started. That has meant a lot of adjusting for me, too." She paused. "Mel, I am not sure how Andrea feels about doing things with you when she is sober. I need some time to think about it. Will you please give me that time? Right now I would like it very much if we would just talk and share with each other. No matter if I am talking to Melissa or Mel." She hesitated before continuing. "I am not making any promises. Let's just see how things develop. Can you be okay with that?" Suddenly she gave a short chuckle. "Plus when I think about it, Mel doesn't suffer from a lack of male and female partners interested in having sex with her." I blushed. "It's not because I need another partner..." Mom interrupted me. "I know, Mel. I had fun in the shower with you yesterday ... and last night in the tent ... licking your butthole." "And fingering my pussy?" I boldly asked. "Yeah..." "And kissing me deeply ... playing with my breast?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. "You're a great kisser," she replied. "So you didn't like playing with my teenie tiny boobie?" I playfully pouted. "Oh, Gawd, Mel. You have so got to get over your breast size!" she shot back. I turned sideways so that I was facing her better. We looked at each other momentarily with the same slight grins before she looked back at the road. Her grin was similar to the one she had given me when I had asked her if she wanted me to leave my bedroom door open so she could spy on me and Peter the night of our first date. It was amazing how much we could say to each other with just a quick glance. She then looked back at me. I turned in my seat to look back at Jamie, and then again at Mom. She still had that slight grin. My mother had sucked her son's cock. We both knew she had. I turned back in my seat and stared ahead, smiling. She reached over and brushed her hand through my hair, and left her hand on my shoulder. "Andrea?" "Yes?" she replied, sounding a little surprised I had used her name. "Why did Jamie's dick taste like it had been stuck in a swamp full of cum?" She embarrassingly said, "I thought you might wonder why his cock tasted so clean after I ... well, you know. So I used what I had available." I looked at her wide-eyed. Had she let him fuck her? Had she already crossed that line with her son? But she interrupted me before I could reply, "I used my hand to get it on his cock, Mel." She had an apologetic look. I looked ahead at the road, not sure whether to be upset or admire her ingenuity. I turned to look at her again, both of us smiling at the other. We actually were talking like I had always wanted. Not just as mother and daughter, but as best friends. The wall between us was suddenly gone. I decided to take advantage of it. ------- "Mom, I'm glad that you were Peter's first." She blushed. She was still getting used to being so open with me. I then added, "Thanks for taking good care of him last year." I put my hand on her shoulder. "I mean it, Mom." She didn't immediately say anything and just looked straight ahead at the road in front of us. "Sounds like you and Peter have talked a lot," she finally said. "We have ... about a lot of things," I said. I paused for a few moments before pushing things further. With my hand still on her shoulder I continued to look at her. "Thanks for being there with Peter during my first blindfold game," I softly said. I waited a few second. Before she could say anything I told her, "I love you so much, Mom!" We were both quiet. Mom was clearly outside her comfort zone. She couldn't be sure what all I knew anymore. She knew both Peter and Sarah were talking about things with me, but she didn't know how much they had told me. Also, this involved not only her, but my now boyfriend. She finally cleared her throat and said barely audible, "I had to be there, I wanted to be sure you were okay with everything. And it looked like you were. Otherwise I would have put a stop to things." "I'm glad you let Peter lick and finger my pussy." Mom shook her head. "Oh shit, sounds like Peter isn't keeping secrets anymore. You guys really talked, didn't you?" "Peter and I are a couple. What sense is there in being a couple if we cannot talk about everything. You and Daddy do, too." Mom grinned. "You don't know how hard he fought his mom. He wanted to screw you so bad." Then she asked me, "When did he tell you?" "He told me when we were fucking last night. He even told me that you were sucking Mr. Clark to get him ready to fuck me." Mom blushed again. "Bob was so ready. I didn't have to do much." I smiled at her. "I had a super orgasm imagining that. Peter had to cover my mouth or the entire campground would have come running to see who got killed." Mom laughed. "You are so bad, little one." "Look who's talking about being bad," I grinned. "After my blindfold game you took Peter home with you and wore him out while watching the video of it three times." She blushed, "You don't seem to mind that your boyfriend and I are so well acquainted." "I don't mind. It just means I have someone to compare notes with," I smiled sweetly at her. "The poor boy never had a chance." "That's what he gets for hooking up with us Livingston girls," I grinned. "Somehow though, I just don't think he minds at all." "If he's smart, he won't," she said, grinning back at me. "But how do you feel about sharing Peter with me?" "It's okay with me. We agreed that the adults were cool to keep playing with, and select friends." "I'm a little surprised. Most girls your age would go ballistic over the idea of sharing their boyfriend with others," she said. "But then, you're not like most girls ... in a very cool way." Mom looked straight ahead. She had a satisfied look to her. I think she was seriously beginning to like having a daughter just like her. "Do you think we could do him together some time?" I asked, more to shock her, but also curious how she would answer. Mom shook her head. "Melissa, really now." I grinned. She did shake her head, but her words were anything but a no. "His birthday is this week..." "You really are serious?" "Sure." "I need to think about that," she replied. I saw the answer in her eyes, but she was obviously concerned about something. I could easily guess that something was me. ------- "Mom?" "Yeah?" "Is this how you and Sarah talk?" She didn't reply at first. I knew I was catching her off guard. We had talked enough about it earlier that morning that I thought she would be ready to talk about her more. "You and Sarah aren't keeping secrets from each other like you used to." "She's my best friend," I stated. "I like to think I'm her best friend as well." "You are," she confidently stated. "You two remind me so much of when Colleen and I were growing up." "I can tell from the way she talks that the two of you have always been best friends." "I hope that happens with you and Sarah," she replied. "Sarah is a great girl, just like her friend, Mel." She left me speechless for a short time. Then she said, "This is how Sarah and I talk." "Cool," I sat back, smiling to myself. She then added, "You don't have to be jealous of her." "I'm not ... at least not anymore," I happily told her. She smiled at me, and then said, "There's something Sarah and I share in common though that you don't." "Yeah?" "Neither one of us has a sibling." I scrunched my face as I thought about that. "You have something I never did - a brother to grow up with. I'm not sure you know just how fortunate you are. I would've loved having an older brother ... or sister." She paused for a minute. "And not just because it might have been fun to have had sex with him or her." "I always thought Mrs. Clark was your sister." "In a big way, we were like sisters. But it's not the same," she said. "You and Jamie have a tie that can't ever be broken. You'll always be sister and brother." I thought about that for a few moments. She was right. I was very lucky. "Mom, you don't have to be jealous of Mrs. Clark or Mrs. Thomas either. "Cool," she replied, affectionately mocking me. I smiled at her while shaking my head and rolling my eyes. I then said, "I guess you guys really liked watching me and Sarah." "Who wouldn't?" she seriously asked. "You both are beautiful and very sexual girls." "I wish I could watch you like you've watched me." "We could find some ways..." she teased. "Like the webcam you and Daddy used to watch me, Jamie, and Sarah with?" I asked, beaming at her. She quickly turned to look at me. Her mouth started to open, but then she couldn't seem to find the words to respond with. I think it was then that it dawned on her that she was busted, as far as the webcam was concerned. "That's one way, I suppose," she finally said, blushing. Watching her blush was usually a rare treat for me, but not today! She then asked, "How did you find out?" I then told her about standing off to the side and checking out the webcam software they were using before I turned the power strip off, 'pulling the plug' on their show because of low ratings. She pretended to be insulted at my critique of their 'after show' performance. "Seriously, Mom. You were giving Daddy a world class blowjob, and all Daddy did was chat with Mr. Clark." "Okay, so ... it wasn't one of our best moments," she conceded. "It's cool. I'm just fucking with you. But, I think it would be cool sometime to spy on you while you were with someone." "Oh, you think so, huh?" "Sure. You and Daddy obviously had fun spying on us." "You put on a great show, but you knew you were performing for an audience," she replied. "Yeah, but I thought it was just the Clarks at the time." "I should've known you'd do your own investigation." "When did you guys start webcamming?" "Your father bought ours earlier this month." "Do you and Daddy use it very much?" "Not very often. Hopefully when your father's job settles down some, we'll have more time to play on it." "Can I use it some time?" "Uh, well, we'll see. Remember, you are thirteen, and anything you do involving nudity or sex would be very illegal if discovered." "Too young again," I feigned frustration. "I'll help you set something up ... with someone we can all trust." "You're pretty cool, Mom." "You're not so bad, either," she replied. "But I'll have a really cool nickname, unlike some parents I know," I playfully berated her. "Are you making fun of our nickname?" "Mother, really. 'CamCouple'?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She knew it was a dorky nickname. She just smiled at me. "And the Clarks weren't any better with 'NudeAtHome'. And the Walcott's lame - 'NaughtyTeachers'," I said, snickering. "Those were rather ... bad," she admitted. I had a quick thought. It was a feeling I thought I should just go with. I immediately decided there wasn't going to be a better time to do this. We had never talked like this before. Never. So, I went for it, not even considering the consequences. "You should've used 'Cara Cream'," I said. "We could come up with a cool name for Daddy." I looked toward Mom. She had a horrified look on her face. She then quickly turned her head to look back at Jamie. He was still plugged into his iPod. From that reaction alone, I figured that Jamie didn't know anything. She quickly looked back at the road, not saying anything. "Mom?" I carefully called to her. She turned to look at me. A tear was running down her cheek. She was still speechless though. Oh shit. "Mrs. Thomas told me," I said, to break the silence. "What did she tell you?" she asked, almost crying. "She told me everything about the..." I paused, glancing back at Jamie for a moment. " ... the movies you did. She told me about herself, too." She reached up to wipe away the tears that were now coming from both eyes. "Mom, it's okay. No one else knows!" I quickly said, trying to calm her down. I knew she would be surprised I was aware of her alter ego, but I hadn't expected her to freak out like that. "No one?" she struggled to ask. "I swear, no one else knows." She turned back to look at the road. I got her a tissue out of her purse and handed it to her. "It's cool, Mom. Don't be upset. I'm cool with it." She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure, "We're almost home. I want to talk to you alone after we get there." I reached over and put my hand on her leg, trying to reassure her I wasn't upset about her past. However, I knew she felt very haunted by it right then. ------- Chapter 33 We pulled into our driveway just a short time later. Daddy's car wasn't there. As we got out of the car, Mom asked Jamie to unload the car and put the camping gear on the back patio. One look at Mom's face convinced him not to argue. He realized that she was upset in a major way. I knew he would quiz me later and I better have a damn good answer. Mom and I went inside and straight up to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door. She took out her cell phone and made a call while I stood there watching her. "Hi, honey ... That's good. Listen, Melissa and I need to talk for a while ... She found out ... No, thankfully, not that..." My curiosity was piqued at that. I figured she was referring to her call girl days as a freshman. She continued, " ... My summers in college ... Yes, that ... I'll tell you when you get here ... Can you give us a few hours? ... Thanks, sweetie ... I love you, too. Bye." "Where's Daddy?" I asked. "He'll be here in a few hours." "Where is he though?" "He's driving home..." she started saying before pausing. She sat down on her bed and I sat next to her. I put my arm around her. "I love you, Mom," I earnestly said. "What all did Doris tell you?" Mom's voice was a little hoarse from crying silently. "She told me that you two went to California to see her uncle. He got both of you into the porn film business. She said that the two of you did those movies for three summers, some of them together. We watched some scenes from some of them." I paused. "And she said that you two had sex together with her uncle and her aunt." "Anything else?" She looked at me hopefully. I looked down and debated whether to let her know that I knew of her days as a prostitute. "Anything else, Melissa?" She sounded anxious. "Yes," I quietly said, almost a whisper. "What?" she asked, barely audible herself. "I know about your job during your freshmen year, too." "Oh, my God!" Mom screamed. She got up and went to the window, her back to me. The way her shoulders were shaking she was crying again, even harder this time than in the car. I waited a second and then went to her. I put an arm around her and leaned my head against hers. "How long have you known?" She was sobbing. "Almost a week. Mrs. Thomas told me this past Monday afternoon when she came over. She came by my room to talk before she left," I told her. "She said she had your permission to reveal things to me, stuff she felt I was ready for." "Shit, I hadn't expected her to start with that!" She took a deep breath trying to calm down. "Mom, I still love you. We have opened up to each other so much this weekend. I feel closer to you than I have ever felt." "How can you say that? I'm a whore and a porn actress." Mom started crying again. "You 'were', Mom," I said firmly and pulled her closer to me. "I'm such a bad person. I pulled a trick on you last night. I was a whore. I had sex with lots of people making porn movies." She continued to babble some more stuff I didn't quite understand. "I never said you were a bad person," I sincerely said. She turned and looked at me, searching my face. "Do you understand now why I wanted to be your mother first? And why I said we would be dangerous together?" I nodded. Mom took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She went into her bathroom and I heard water running. When she came back she had washed her face. She looked a little better. "Well, Mel, we have a few hours before your father gets home. You might as well hear the full story." "Mom, get naked with me," I told her. We had had some of our best talks while naked. "Melissa..." I took hold of her arms, "We are nudists, right?" She stood there looking at me. So, I started undressing. Noticing she wasn't undressing, I boldly told her, "I remember a time when you wanted me to get naked. Remember? ... and I acted like a stubborn ass." She shook her head while sighing, but also began taking her clothes off. "Plus, we seem to talk better when we're naked ... like this morning." "We weren't naked in the car," she retorted. It had been our best talk ever. "Only because you made me get dressed," I playfully shot back, but my humor was totally lost on her. I flounced on the bed like none of this was a big deal. I wanted her to see that I wasn't upset or bothered at all by the things she had done in the past. She lay down on the bed on her side, facing me. "So, what do you want to know about first?" She sounded so down but at least she wasn't crying anymore. "Cara Cream," I replied. I tried to encourage her with a big smile. Mom's eyes were looking somewhere into her dark past. I could see that this was not going to be easy for her, telling me of her time as a porn actress and prostitute. She took a deep breath. "Okay, here it goes..." She took another deep breath and began telling me how things got started. "Doris and I had been ... doing things ... during our freshman year. We had both gotten quite close with Maggie and Colleen, but it was just Doris and I who were seeing others for money." She took a deep breath again. "You see, my parents didn't have that much money at the time and college was quite expensive. So I had to work to pay for part of my room and board. When somebody suggested an easy way to make money, a lot of money, I listened. Doris listened, too. I would like to think it was just the money, but to be honest, it wasn't. We both thought the idea was exciting, daring, and adventurous. I jumped at the chance, Doris followed suit but a little more reluctantly. Maggie and Colleen never knew what we were doing until we stopped after our freshman year." She got up again and looked out the window. She spoke quietly. "I was like you, Mel. I jumped into the film and the prostitution thing without thinking. I never thought of the consequences it might have even years later." She came back and sat down next to me again. I sat up beside her. This was really difficult for her to do. I put my arm around her and pulled into her as close as possible. "Early that winter, Doris suggested we spend our summer vacation in Southern California, near LA in the San Fernando Valley. She said that she had an uncle and an aunt there, where we could stay for free. She hadn't said anything particular about the business that her uncle was in. Just that he was in the movie business. She didn't know any particulars either. She was sure her uncle could give us some kind of a job. "So one evening after we had been there for a couple of days mostly lounging at the pool, her uncle asked us if we wanted to see a special movie. We said yes and he popped a cassette with a porn flick into their player. It was an all-girl movie with several girls licking each other and ... well, you know how that goes." I grinned. "Yeah, I have been there." Mom started to relax. "Yeah, I know. Anyways ... At first we were kinda surprised, but the movie was really hot. It lasted just about an hour. When it finished, her uncle said that he had seen us fooling around. And that he thought we might like to make movies like the one we had watched. That acting in those paid good money. We were pretty surprised that he had seen us having sex." "How did he see you fooling around? Did you do that at the pool?" I asked. "No," Mom grinned, "Doris and I shared a room. He spied on us there on one of the first days in his house. We hadn't noticed." "I guess Mrs. Thomas didn't have a reason to be so secretive back then." "Honey, didn't Doris tell you that you didn't have to be so formal with her?" "You won't cut my butt if I call her Doris around you?" I had a momentary flashback of what Mrs. Preston had done to me earlier. "Only if it's just her or me around." "Cool. It sucks though that her uncle spied on you having sex." "Can you really blame him?" "I guess the sight of you and Doris can be a serious temptation," I teased. Mom blushed. "Guess so. Doris was at first against the idea. I thought ... well ... it could ... perhaps ... it would be ... interesting. I talked Doris into at least looking into it. Plus she needed the money as much as I did, too. So her uncle offered to take us to his studio the next day, just to see if we might like to do some movies for him. It wasn't too far from his house." "What were her uncle and aunt's names?" I asked. "Harry and Joslyn Saxe." "Harry Saxe?" I giggled. "Like hairy ball sacks?" "He legally changed his name when he got into the porn business," Mom said, laughing with me. "What was his name before?" "Richard Hardwicke," she stated. "'Hardwicke' is Doris' maiden name." "That's a better porn name," I giggled. Mom shook her head at my silliness. "Joslyn is a cute name though." "Are you going to name your daughter 'Joslyn'?" "I'm going to name her 'Andi'," I joked, and she hit me with a pillow. She then got back to telling me her story. "So the next day we went with him. Doris and I had talked most of the night about the dangers and advantages, but we didn't really make a decision. I was mostly thinking how wild it would be to do it." "You knew you were gonna do it," I wryly said. She tried to suppress a grin, but she wasn't fooling me. "When we got to the studio we were pretty nervous. But everybody there was really nice to us. They were going to shoot another all girl movie, but the regular actresses hadn't arrived yet. So Uncle Harry suggested that we get undressed and that his crew would take just some nude shots of us. We agreed to do it and then a girl got us into a dressing room and she made us up. Amazing what a professional make-up can do to your looks." "Yeah, but did they make you look either pretty or slutty?" "Both, if the make-up artist was good." "Could you do me up sometime like that?" "For what?" she asked, likely already knowing my devious thoughts. "Just for fun," I slyly replied. She shook her head, but continued her story. "So we walked out wearing just a dressing gown which we dropped in the studio. The photographer took some photos first of me and then of Doris. We thought that wasn't so bad. Then he suggested that we touch each other and kiss. He took us step by step until we were on a bed making out with each other. We hadn't really wanted it to go that far, but the guy talking us into things was pretty good. By that time we didn't even notice anymore any of the other crew around us. I licked Doris to a pretty good orgasm. And then she did the same thing to me." I was imagining the scene in my head as she described it. I wondered if I would have another dream like before when I went to bed later tonight. She continued, "What we didn't know was that Uncle Harry had a guy running a small video camera the whole time. The whole shoot had taken about an hour and a half. We got dressed again and Uncle Harry suggested that he would take us out to lunch. We took all that make-up off. And we met the three girls who would be shooting the real movie. They seemed to be just regular girls. If you had seen them on the street, you wouldn't have thought that they were porn stars, which they were. Pretty well known at the time, too." "Did you get their autographs?" I joked. She sorta rolled her eyes, "No, but I did get to use a strap-on with two of them a few weeks later." She grinned knowing she had caught me off-guard a little with that. "We waited for Uncle Harry in his office. When he came in, he showed us rush prints of the pictures. They had turned out really great. And then he popped a cassette into the player in his office. We watched at first horrified that he had already made a movie. But he told us to relax, that he could not do anything with it unless he had a signed model release form from both of us." "At least he had some morals," I said, sarcastically. She scrunched her lips at my cynical commentary. "What?" I thought what I had said was the truth. Mom spoke very softly. "He treated us great the whole time. He could've easily taken advantage of us." My first thought was to say that getting his niece and her friend into porn so he could make money was taking advantage of them, but I didn't. Instead, I asked, "How did the movie turn out?" "The first part was pretty tame. But when we were doing things on the bed, the film got pretty hot. Uncle Harry said that this of course was the raw material and that every film would be cut and edited. He figured he could get a marketable twenty minute clip out of what he had there." "Did he give you the movie?" "Yeah. I'll let you see it sometime." "Cool. So what happened next?" I anxiously asked. "He took us out to lunch to a nice place where we could talk quietly. His wife, Aunt Joslyn, joined us, and he put a proposition to us that was hard to refuse. He suggested that we do movies for his studio. He would pay us $750 for all girl movies, $1,000 for a male – female movie, and $1,200 for anal, or with several guys - per day of shooting. He guaranteed us four days of work per week while we were out there, and we would have a week off when we had our periods." I said, "So you made about four grand a week for sex? And I get twenty bucks a week for an allowance? I don't want to even do the math comparison. Oh, and Jamie is so not getting my tail for free anymore." Mom looked at me suddenly quite serious again. "Melissa, please don't even joke about things like that." She looked out the window for a second. "I did a quick calculation." Mom chuckled. "I remember it well. Twelve weeks would mean nine weeks of work. And that would mean we could get as much as $43,000 if we always did anal or group scenes. If we did just all girl movies, we'd get at least $27,000. We'd been averaging about $3,000 a month from 'dating'. We could easily get more in three months than we did during the previous nine months of hooking. Less risk, and the work would be fun. We had Uncle Harry to look out for us. I was immediately for it. I never really thought about the problems that somebody might recognize me." Mom gave a deep sigh. "I liked the money, no, let me correct that, I needed the money. And I liked the adventure and the daring. I was excited to do something that bold and get paid for it even." "And did it turn out like you thought?" My curiosity was piqued. "Actually it turned out to be a lot less fun than I had figured. Sometimes scenes went on and on when a guy couldn't cum, or a director changed his mind about how he wanted the scene. Then there were the constant interruptions as the director shouted in his instructions. Sometimes a director wanted me to change positions often, wanted me to look one way or another, open my mouth and stick my tongue out." "That sucks," I noted. "Tell me about it," she added. "There were people all around us watching us. Then there was the guy with the microphone boom, hanging it over us in order to hear us moaning and talking." "How do you even get, much less stay, horny with all that going on?" I asked. Mom replied, "God, it was sometimes so tedious and boring, having to moan like you really enjoyed what was happening, especially when your only thought was, my pussy is getting sore, when is this joker finally going to cum so I can get out of here. I could be kneeling there for the longest time while some guy jerked his cock so he could finally squirt in my face and mouth." "I guess sex as a job takes a lot of the fun out of it, even though you can make money," I observed. "It's not really quite as bad as I'm making it sound. We had a lot of fun during most of it, unless you had a really hard-ass director." "The acting part probably would intimidate me the most. I've got the sex part down," I smugly smiled. "Well, you're ahead of most girls, but you've got a lot left to learn," she said. I felt insulted, but I didn't show it. "I'd just want to be myself on camera." "There are movies that let you be more of yourself. They're generally called 'reality' movies, with many of them being 'gonzo'." "Gonzo?" "Basically, you're having sex with the camera man. It's like if Peter was filming you having sex with him while he held the camera. But there are also a lot of so-called 'amateur' movies which are actually made by professionals pretending to be amateurs. It's staged with the actors aware of the cameras. Some are done where the actors are adjusting the camera themselves like they were in their own bedroom. But even with those movies, you're following some kind of screenplay, even if there is no set dialogue, or no dialogue at all. The director leads you through a series of pre-determined sex acts. Some studios do most of their stuff like that." "What were Uncle Harry's movies mostly like?" I asked. "Uncle Harry's studio was more into the traditional acting out of scenes than a lot of studios, even though the actors may not say a whole lot in some of them. In those, we had to take on a role with a specific script and perform. Very rarely did a director just let us ad lib or improvise a scene, and really enjoy what we were doing. Time was money to those guys." "I guess those could be fun to do. I still like the idea of just having sex with a bunch of people ... like the orgy last night." "His studio also did a lot of the amateur type movies. That's the way most group or orgy movies were made. Some were all-girl, but most were guys and girls. Some were done like it was a big swingers' party at a club with a host and everything, and others were just free-for-alls from the start at a house." "I think the free-for-alls would be the most fun," I slyly told her. "You must've really liked the orgy last night," she wryly replied. I just shrugged, and unsuccessfully suppressed a smile. "His studio must've been really big to do all of that." "The building was rather large, but not everything was filmed at the studio location. There were a lot of shoots at locations throughout the San Fernando Valley. They were able to use large expensive houses for many of those." "So ... when did you get paid?" "Uncle Harry paid us weekly in cash. He took care of the income taxes for us. He didn't do that for the others though. It helped that Doris was working for family. I saw the pile of bills growing. And that made it worthwhile." "So, how much did you make?" I asked. "Close to forty grand each summer. Then we made more going to a few conventions during the school year in LA and Las Vegas. It was always over a weekend. All of our expenses were paid." I asked, "Didn't you ever worry about someone finding out, especially Grandma and Grandpa?" "At the time, I just didn't think about it. I dyed my hair blonde, which made me look very different. It was already rather long like most of the actresses. And with all the makeup, it wasn't very likely anyone would figure out it was me. They might see a resemblance, but the movies weren't in high definition or anything." I wondered how different I would look with blonde hair. Mom added, "There were thousands and thousands of porn movies on the market even back then. The odds of someone I knew getting one of them and recognizing me was really very small ... unless I became very famous." "Did you?" I asked. "Get famous?" I nodded. "Doris and I were both popular, but we weren't superstars. Other studios tried to get us to sign on with them over those three years. We were young fresh faces, even after the first three years. We had a lot of fans show up at the various conventions to see us. There was no way we were leaving Uncle Harry's studio though." "I'm glad you never got hurt or anything," I sincerely told her. "I'm glad you're glad," she replied, touching my hair. "Is there anything else you want to know about any of that?" "Not right now. I might later." "Just don't ask around Jamie, please," she said, pleading with her eyes. "I swear, Mom. I will never talk about it with anyone else but you or Doris." "Don't say that. You know you can't make a promise like that." "Sure I can," I insisted. "What about your future husband?" I scrunched my lips. "I've told your father everything. I don't keep secrets from him." "Yeah, but those are secrets concerning you..." "Sweetie, don't go into a marriage with the intent to hide things from the start. You'll end up regretting it." I nodded. "Okay, I won't tell anyone unless you approve of it." She shook her head at me. "Look, Mom, what do you want me to say? I'm not going to blurt this all over the neighborhood. I am going to ask you first if I think I need to talk to somebody other than Daddy, you, or Doris about it." I was doing my best to be loyal to her. She looked at me and I didn't flinch. She replied, "I appreciate that and we'll talk about that more as you get closer to getting married." "That won't be until forever," I asserted. "Uh huh," Mom replied, knowing better than to believe that. ------- We were both quiet for a few moments, deep in our thoughts when Mom suddenly blurted out, "Damn, and I had so hoped that I would never have to explain my past to you or Jamie." She shook her head several times as her eyes started to fill with water again. I touched her shoulder gently rubbing it. "And I'm so glad that you're telling me all about it." "Sometimes I swear I'll never figure you out..." She took a deep breath. "So, are you now ready to hear the story of Tamera?" "Tamera?" I asked, puzzled. "Tamera was the name I used as a prostitute." "That's a cool name. You sorta look like a Tamera." "What's a Tamera supposed to look like?" "Like you. Duh." "I don't know whether to kiss or spank you." Mom looked like she might be getting mad at me. "I've been spanked enough for one weekend, thank you very much," I said in exasperation. "Janet?" "Why are you asking? She asked you for permission, don't you remember? She used a paddle to whoop my butt! And it hurt!" "Sorry, Mel, this stuff has me so ... I don't know ... sort of wound up ... preoccupied, it just slipped my mind. I take it you're not into paddles, though." "No ... maybe ... I dunno. She caught me by surprise," I said, grinning. "It did get me kind of turned on though. And she fingered my cooch and butthole kinda nicely afterwards." "Tamera got spanked a few times," Mom said, almost blushing. "Wow. Your ... customers ... or whatever you called them..." "'Client' is what the 'Office of Community Services' called them. But johns, tricks, and punters work too. Pick a name." "Punters?" I curiously asked. "It's a British thing. One of the people that ran it was from England." "And the... 'Office of Community Services' ... was your pimp?" "Basically, yes. We just called it the OCS." "And you let ... punters," I said, half snorting. " ... give you butt whoopings?" She half laughed at me, shaking her head. "I agreed to it. I was paid accordingly, too." "How much?" "It cost an extra $500 to spank me ... but no bruises or injuries or the client was banned." "Were your ... tricks ... rich fuddy duddies?" She rolled her eyes at me again. I think she was thankful though that I was joking around instead of chastising her for her employment choices. "They were company executives or big wigs, politicians, and wealthy college donors and alumni for the most part." "Cool." She shook her head at me with a puzzled look. "This really doesn't bother you at all, does it?" I took a minute to answer. "When Doris showed me the first tape and I discovered you were in it too, I almost couldn't breathe." I said very softly. "Then we had a long talk about you and her doing the porn movies. And how our relationship was a difficult one because you were afraid that I would be disgusted with you. Not long after that she told me about you and her having been prostitutes." "And you're not disgusted?" "Nope," I quickly replied. "I thought it was totally wild. After I had a little time to let it sink in, I felt jealous more than anything else." She stared at me in astonishment. She'd been so afraid of what I'd think, and the best case scenario had occurred instead. She was still really flustered though. "So ... you went on dates with wealthy people and gave up the booty? I gave mine up to Peter on our first date ... and I didn't even get a tip." She snorted at me. "I guess I was worried about nothing." "I'll admit that it shocked me when Doris told me. If I'd found out on my own, I would've total freaked out. But Doris helped me get it all into a picture." We looked at each other. Slowly an understanding was growing between us. "I'm trying to make this easy for you, Mom. I know that it's awfully hard to come clean with me about all this." "You are too much," she said in amazement. "At least when I did find out, I knew you weren't a cheap date. I'd definitely be expensive, too." I smiled greedily. Mom gave me a wry smile in response. "So, how did it all work?" "I didn't know how the whole thing operated, but I did learn that it was a small group of alumni that organized it years before I ever became a part of it. The group quietly recruited coeds they thought would be good at it, but knew how to keep things a secret. It was an older coed that recruited me and Doris. She'd been doing it since she was a freshman. I never knew everyone involved with it though. I knew several women, Connie and Heather, one of whom would contact me whenever someone wanted me for a date." "Horny punters, you mean," I said, giggling. "You're enjoying this way too much," Mom replied, shaking her head, but smiling. I was glad she was. She continued, "Connie was the one who paid me ... in cash. I don't know how much the OCS kept though. I just knew how much I would get for doing various things. We used code words for what the client had paid for. The few girls I knew doing it besides Doris believed they gave us almost all of the money. The OCS wasn't in it for the money. I knew Connie and Heather were married to wealthy men. They and their friends wanted the easy access to beautiful and fuckable coeds they could be comfortable with." "Makes sense, I suppose," I stated. "Were you ever worried about STDs?" "Not really. The clients used us because we were tested regularly ... by a couple of doctors we all quickly figured out were part of the OCS, and clients as well. The clients were expected to use us exclusively. They could be banned if it was discovered they were using other whores or having risky sex. Many of them were swingers within their own group, too. I never heard of anyone testing positive for anything." "So they used coeds so they could screw around with younger girls and stay safe?" "Uh huh. AIDs had become a very big deal at the time. Having girls they knew were safe made it worth it to them. Remember your first visit to the gynecologist?" "Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable." I know, baby. Picture doing that every month after your period stops. With a blood test to boot." "Not cool at all." "Now picture the good doctor, after he is through poking around in you down there, dropping his pants and fucking you while you're spread-eagled on your back, your legs still in the stirrups." My mouth dropped open. "For real?" "Yup. I got paid for it though." Mom enjoyed how I squirmed uncomfortably on her bed. It had been bad enough that the doctor had poked around in me with his fingers and pushed that cold metal thing into my pussy to spread me open. I sure would not want to have his cock in me after that, followed by him squirting his cum into my cooch. "Yikes! That's just frickin weird!" My whole body shook as a case of the heebie jeebies ran through me. "You see, Mel, it wasn't all fun and games. By the way, Doris and I had to do that when making porn movies, too." "But you could've been screwing grungy goobers in flophouses for free for all they knew." She rolled her eyes at me again. "They also picked us because we weren't stupid, Mel." "I didn't mean that they had low standards, Mom." "I know, but we were carefully screened, and I think we were kept up with at times as well to see if we were doing orgies at frat houses, or other risky things. If we had done anything like that the OCS would have dropped us like a hot potato. A lot of big names had a lot to lose. I think it's why I wasn't with too many different clients. Doris was with some I never was and vice versa." "I guess if you decided to blow the whistle, it kept the majority of people from getting busted." "That's what Doris and I figured. Also, the group was so tightly controlled. The cops really had no way to infiltrate us. The only real way for them to do that would've been to pretend to be a freshman coed and hope they got recruited, and had a past they could sell as legitimate." "Yikes. They knew all about you then?" "Uh huh. They could easily find out if you'd just graduated high school and what you'd been doing over the past few years. If there was any doubt about your past, they wouldn't have anything else to do with you." "So, it would almost be impossible for a cop to go undercover." "That's why they only recruited freshman girls just out of high school." "I guess they had their shit together," I replied. Mom nodded in agreement. "The few girls I knew that were involved with it all agreed it made things more relaxed. But even then, they randomly tested loyalty sometimes. Doris went through that." "How?" "She got picked up on campus and interrogated by a few police investigators, and later faced a prosecutor. They offered her immunity if she would rat out the group. She claimed to know nothing about anything. It scared the shit out of her. They ended up letting her go and never contacted her again. Connie later told her it was the OCS testing her to see how loyal she was. She obviously passed." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "I'm surprised she was even told it was a test." "They wanted the girls to know they were doing those kinds of tests. Doris thought it was real. So, everyone knew to assume anything like that was real." "She never told me about that." I noted. "Like I said, they scared the shit out of her. She told me about it immediately after it happened. It wasn't a pleasant memory for her." "I guess I can understand that," I replied. "So, what were your clients like?" "They were all wealthy, of course. This one couple..." "A couple?!" I then remembered Doris had told me about that. "Yes, a couple. Well, they liked to take me on short weekend trips. They'd take me to various resorts along the coast. A few times, they took me to ski resorts in Colorado. Steamboat Springs is incredible." "Wow, Mom," I said, completely amazed. "Not only did I get paid for the days and nights I was with them, they enjoyed buying me clothes, jewelry, and other gifts." "They sound really cool." "They were, but they were also very ... unusual. They were a very nice looking couple. They just liked to do some unconventional role-playing." "Like?" "Like I'd be the wife's sister coming along on a trip. Then another time, I'd be their daughter's best friend from college that they'd seduced. And other times, I'd be their daughter." "Whoa. I guess it was okay with it being behind closed doors." She quickly shook her head. "No, they would present me publicly as those various girls at the places we went." "Wow," I replied, looking at her bug-eyed. "When you're wealthy, you can get away with a lot." "Did they actually have a daughter?" "Yeah. One that I specifically knew of. She was a few years older than me. She came by unexpectedly one weekend from her college when I was staying at her parents' house. She walked in on us ... in her parents' bedroom ... while we were naked. I was lying in her parents' bed between them. We had just had sex and were resting a little." "Oh shit." "She was cool about it. Apparently, she knew her parents were into younger or college girls." "And she didn't turn her nose up at you?" "Not at all. I was just as surprised as you are that she didn't." "I guess she didn't know her parents were having you pretend to be her sometimes." "I very seriously doubt it," she replied. "Speaking of parents, did Grandma and Grandpa know about this at the time, or ever find out?" "Not that I know of. They've never acted like they knew. I never told them." "So if you were getting all kinds of gifts and stuff, why did you quit?" "It became too much of a hassle, and the money wasn't as good as doing movies. The gifts were nice, but they didn't pay the bills. And it wasn't an every weekend thing with the couple ... maybe once a month." "Do you still have the gifts?" "The jewelry, but not the clothes." "That sucks..." "You want to wear my old clothes?" "Sure. I think a retro olden days' look would be cool sometimes." "Keep it up, Miss I Hate To Be Spanked," she shot back. I smiled sheepishly. "Do you wear the jewelry sometimes? Doesn't it bother Daddy when you do?" "I seldom wear it. It doesn't bother him when I do. We both feel I worked hard to earn it." I wasn't sure I quite understood that. I thought it should bother Daddy when she wore jewelry she had gotten for paid sex. Suddenly I remembered Doris and what she had said about judging others. "There was one other couple. They were kind of weird as well." "You were their daughter, too?" "No, they had a young baby, and the husband had a breast feeding fetish ... he liked for me to breast feed while he or the baby did as well." I shook my head in amazement. "Are you telling me that you as an adult sucked the breast of another woman for her milk? Now that is really really weird. What does it taste like?" Mom blushed. "You don't remember? I breast fed you. It's kinda sweet." It was my turn to blush. "They had an older daughter too," she recalled. "They had me babysit her for them sometimes." "A whore ... uh..." I paused, afraid I was about to insult her. "You can say it," she reassured me. "A whore for a babysitter?" "I told you they were weird. If I remember correctly, the older daughter's name was Lisa. I'll always remember her parents' names though - Scott & Laura Mann. Lisa knew I was being paid so her parents could fuck me." "Did she give you a lot of grief?" "Not at all. She asked me about it sometimes, but she was really calm about the whole thing. I was the one that almost freaked out when she first said something. She told me not to worry about it. She was around twelve years old." "Did you do anything with her?" Mom shook her head. "So, Tamera," I smirked. "Any other weirdoes?" "That's Andrea to you," she said with a stern look. "Andrea? Weirdoes?" I asked in sing song. "You're a weirdo," she replied. "I love you too, Mom ... but I want to know about the ones you played with for money." "Nothing quite like those two couples. One guy wanted to piss on me, but I told him he hadn't paid for that," she paused, apparently to revel at my astonishment. "Otherwise, I went on a date once or twice a week with other single and married men." "Did you ever let someone whizz on you?" "I didn't, but I know someone who did." "Doris?!" "You'll have to ask her." "You're keeping THAT a secret?" I asked, exasperated. "Every girl has to have some secrets," she replied. The whole idea of getting pissed on just gave me the willies. And then Mom added, "Melissa, I have known some of my friends for a long time. So I know some things about them. And these things don't involve me, your daddy, Jamie, or you. So I can't tell you about those secrets. And I will not. You will have to talk to those people yourself if you want to know. But frankly, I don't think you really want or need to know everything. Wouldn't you agree? Because knowing all these secrets can be a burden, too." I sighed. She was right again. I had seen for myself that keeping all these secrets wasn't always fun. I thought back to what Mrs. Preston had asked me for, and how little I liked it. ------- "So, what do you think?" Mom asked, looking at me cautiously. She already knew I was cool with everything. "I'm proud of you, Mom." I said, turning very serious. "Proud? I don't get it." "It had to be really hard to tell me all of that, not knowing exactly how I would react." "Now that I have told you, I don't know why I thought it would be so hard. You seem to have enjoyed hearing everything," she said, giving me her best sarcastic look. "Thanks anyways for not running out on me, and for not being mad. I was so scared that you would be disgusted and not respect me anymore, get angry, curse me, never look at me again..." I stayed serious. "Perhaps I enjoyed hearing everything about you and others at least a little. But my impression of everything wasn't always good. Doris helped me to put things into perspective." I paused as Mom looked at me, her face a big question mark. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You know, Doris got me to see why things were kept from me. I was doing things, but was judging others by a different standard. She got me to stop doing that. And that's why I'm not judging you either, Mom." "Remember I suggested that you talk to Colleen or Doris when we couldn't talk? They like you a lot, Mel. I think they would like to be good friends with you." I looked at the bed spread underneath me. "I like Mrs. Clark, and the sex with her and her husband was great. But she was playing me, never giving me a straight answer. Doris has been totally different. She was always straight with me. But talking to them is not the same though, Mom. Mrs. Clark, Doris, and I don't share the same bond that you and I share. I grew in your tummy, which is a bond that can never be broken either." Mom looked at me kinda dumbfounded. She had not expected me saying that. I sought her eyes. "I like you being my mom!" "How can you say that after all you heard?" Her hands were hitting the mattress. "I like it ... no ... I love it that Andrea Livingston is my mom!" I almost yelled it as I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. "But I need you also as my friend," I seriously told her. "And that is why I'm so proud of you for talking to me about it. It's all I ever wanted ... for you to talk to me about things." Finally her arms came around me, too. We needed the closeness. "You know, Mel, I can't always tell you everything," she struggled to say. She was obviously still really rattled about telling me so much of her really wild past. Sometimes while telling me some of her story, she would relax remembering the fun times. But then she would quickly remember she was telling her thirteen year old daughter about her days as a whore and porn actress. It certainly was not a typical mother – daughter conversation. I replied, "I know. But I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me something, even if you think it's best not to." "This isn't easy for me, you know. You're my daughter ... just a year into being a teenager." I retorted, "We're not a typical family. And we're certainly not a typical mother and daughter." She scrunched her lips. "Mom, I said it this morning, and I just said it again. I want you to be my mother. But I also need you to be my friend. I need both from you. It's because we're not a typical family that I need your openness even more," I sincerely pleaded. She looked at me, slightly nodding that she understood, even if she might not agree yet. "Plus I'm one of the cool kids. That means I'm special," I preened silly-like. She shook her head at me again, "You're special to me ... even though you can be the silliest girl ever sometimes." I leaned in to hug her again. "Thanks for admitting so much to me. You know you can always trust me." "And thank you for the things you admitted, too." "I liked telling you, because that's another thing I needed, Mom. I needed to know that you're okay with what I've been doing. I want to be able to share things with you, too." Mom took a deep breath and let the air out slowly. "Yes, I can see that now." "So, any more admissions?" I asked with an eager smile. "That wasn't enough?!" she incredulously asked. "I'm greedy like that, Mom." She looked off in thought. She was seriously considering admitting something else to me. I was falling in love with my mother! "Your father should be here any time now." "Should we get dressed?" "For now ... at least," she replied, winking. "I suspect he'll want to go to bed early tonight as well." "Can I watch?" I boldly asked. Mom actually seemed to consider whether to let me. "I asked you to give me some time before we do things, Mel. Please do. And I think your daddy probably will want some alone time with me." "That's cool. You two have a lot to talk about as well," I said, raising my eyebrow. "Yes, we do." "Mom, can we do this more?" "What do you mean?" "Talking, and you know, showing me your movies..." I asked, shyly begging. "You really want to see them?" "Doris showed me a couple, but I want to see them all ... and I want you to tell me the story behind each of them," I excitedly stated, smiling sweetly. She looked at me curiously, "I can't remember when you last did that to me!" "What?" I asked, wondering what she was referring to. "That smile ... the one you manipulate your father with all the time." I had forgotten that she knew all my tricks. "Did it work?" I asked, trying not to giggle. "No," she replied. I pouted. "But we'll do it anyways." I squeezed her tight and quickly kissed her lips before walking to unlock her door. As I was leaving, I looked back to see her smiling. I just had to hurry back. I pulled Mom into a hug again. "Mom, this has been the best weekend this summer." I kissed her on her lips again and ran from the room before she could say anything. I was floating in the clouds. I couldn't ever remember being this happy about things. Mom and I had really opened up to each other. The thing with Jennifer couldn't have turned out better. She and I were closer than ever. Peter and I were in love with each other. Sarah was still my best friend in the world. I was enjoying the moment. I couldn't wait to talk to Doris! ------- Daddy arrived just as I had finished putting my top and shorts back on. He was glad to see all of us, especially Mom. After giving me a quick kiss and hug, and Jamie a just a hug, he attacked Mom ... or maybe it was Mom who attacked him. She became very emotional with him as well. I watched her burying her head against Daddy's shoulder. I thought she was probably crying again. I hoped from tension released. I knew it had been hard for Mom to tell me about her past, but I suddenly realized just how badly traumatized she really was. I felt really bad for her. I had forced it on her by mentioning her porn name. She was whispering in his ear, and Daddy hugged her even tighter, glancing at me. I sorta grimaced when he did. But his stare didn't reveal any anger or that he was upset. It was just an acknowledgement to me that I was the reason for her being so emotional. Mom then pulled away from him slightly, sniffling a little but smiling happily. I smiled at both of them. Moments later, Daddy was taking his clothes off in front of us. He looked between all of us and said, "You guys were just at a nudist campground. Have you forgotten how to take your clothes off that fast? I shrugged at Mom and quickly pulled my top off, and slid out of my shorts. Jamie wasn't far behind me. I giggled to myself at how much things had changed over the past few weeks. Mom then grabbed Daddy's hand and started pulling on it as she stepped toward the stairs. "Your father and I have some things to talk about. You two can entertain yourselves." Mom still had a spooked look about her. I wondered just what would go on upstairs in their bedroom. I was sure that right now they were not horny for each other. My knowing about Mom's past had seriously rattled both of them. I guessed Mom had a lot to tell him, especially about me. ------- Jamie stayed downstairs and kept looking at me. He had something on his mind and it wasn't hard for me to guess what it was. "Something had Mom very upset when we got home. You know anything about that, Mel?" he asked subtle as brick with a big smirk on his face. I kept quiet. But I had to think fast. "She is still pretty nervous. What did you do, Mel? Did you screw up big time?" "I didn't think it was big time, but Mom seems to." "Well, spill it, sister," Jamie had a big grin on his face. "Well, you know the old fire tower at the campground?" "You didn't go up there, did you? That thing isn't safe anymore. John has been talking about having it taken down." "Wait, you're on a first name basis with Donkey Dick?" I curiously asked. "Jealous?" he shot back, grinning. I just gave him a sneer as a reply. I looked at him with disgust. "You did go up there, didn't you?!" he asked, sure of himself. "Yeah, well, I wasn't by myself, though." "Who was with you?" he asked. "Peter ... and a few others..." I timidly admitted. "Oh shit. I can understand Mom not being happy with you." "It gets worse, dear brother. Some people noticed the light from the lantern we had with us on the tower. They asked Mr. Meyer about it this morning. He told Mom about it. He doesn't know it was us, but I think he suspected who might have been up there, and he was pissed. Mom got me to admit in the car that I had been up there." "And so she got on your case. Serves you right for doing something stupid like that, dear sister." Jamie gloated. It was time to take him down a notch or two. "Well the view from up there was pretty good. We had binoculars with us, too. Guess what I saw, Jamie?" "Your tiny brain flushing down the toilet?" "I'm putting you on pussy restriction," I groaned at him. "Okay, I'm sorry. What did you see?" Guys were just too fucking easy. "Well I saw you standing in front of the Meyers' house. You were feeling up Mrs. Walcott pretty good and she had your dick in her hand. And I saw Mike and Mom standing next to you doing the same thing to each other." "You spied on us from up there?" Jamie looked suddenly very embarrassed. "And you told Mom?" "Yup. We had a long talk about it upstairs." "Shit no wonder she was upset." I hoped his curiosity was satisfied with that bit of information. That I had seen him with Mrs. Walcott would probably stop him from pursuing the matter any further. Indeed he changed the subject. "So, little sis. Now that you had a chance to go camping in the buff, did you have a good time?" "Yeah, big brother. And I know you did, too. The question is will Sarah be happy with your good time?" "I hope so. You know her better than me though." I started to bash him for not knowing his girlfriend all that well, but he was right. Sarah and I were like twins, and even I wasn't sure she would be happy about everything he did." "Are you going to tell her everything?" "If I don't, you will," he gruffed. I scooted over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "If there is something you don't want her to know, tell me." "What? So you can have fun telling her yourself?" I sighed, "I won't tell her. Not even if she asks." "Yeah, right," he replied derisively. I put my face right at his. "I swear I won't." "Seriously?" "You're my brother. That means we have a bond that Sarah and I will never have. If it ever comes down to choosing between the two of you, you'll always win out." "I'm glad you're my sister. You'll always win out with me, too." "Of course, if you're really fucking up, I might have to tell her for YOUR own good." "Like what?" "Like if you're doing something that could really hurt you, I'll get her to help me stop you." "I guess that's cool. So, I'm stuck with you, huh?" "I'm a life sentence, doofus. No chance for parole either. I'll be like one of those tracking bracelets around your ankle." "You're more like a Chihuahua biting my ankle." I started to smack him, but I let it go, not without a pit bull like snarl though. "You look out for me, and I'll look out for you," I said, without the snarl. "Keep it up and I might begin to think you like me." "I can already tell you like me," I said, looking down at his hard-on. "Jesus, Mel. You're a hot sexy girl. What did you expect?" he said. "Sometimes I wish you weren't my sister so I could date you." "You'd want me to be your girlfriend?" "Hells yeah!" I almost started crying. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Of course, it didn't end there. That kiss turned into one long passionate kiss, and in the middle of it, we both maneuvered so his cock could slip inside me. We kept up our deep kissing as we ground together. "Fuck me, Jamie," I managed to breathlessly say with our mouths twisting together. The intense passion between us caused both of us to cum rather quickly. We grunted and groaned into each other's mouth. As we came down from out orgasms, we kept our faces together while we took deep breaths. "You better be fucking Sarah that good," I told him. "I will as soon as we can get together," he replied. His hand was stroking up and down my flanks, which felt incredible. "I hope you and I can fuck like this forever." I hadn't really considered that idea. Would things change between us when one or both of us were married? That was a long way off though. We could deal with that later. But was Sarah still okay with me fucking her boyfriend? She had said she was, before the nudist weekend at the Rayners. And that had been only two weeks ago. Had Sarah and Jamie talked ground rules like Peter and I had? "Is Sarah still cool with you fucking me?" I asked Jamie. "Did you talk ground rules?" "Yeah, we did," my brother replied, looking none too happy. "She said I can fuck you, and adults, but not Penny, Pam, Kari or Julie." "So your little slut Penny is out right now?" Jamie looked kind of ruefully as he answered, "Yes. And that's why I stayed away from her all weekend." Suddenly he grinned again. "And it sure wasn't easy." I had to giggle picturing Penny chasing him. "You know what Mom and Daddy are doing?" I asked, with a wicked smile. I wanted to make sure that he didn't ask me anymore about Mom being upset. "Yeah," he grinned in return. "I think we've got the best parents in the world," I happily said. "They are pretty cool," he said, kissing me again. "Whoa, buster. You better save some for Sarah." "I've missed her." "Good," I said, with a satisfied smirk. "I like it very much that my brother is in love with my best friend and that you're a couple." "Most girls would be pissed that their brother was dating their best friend, especially fucking her," he stated. "You know damn well that I'm not like most girls," I reminded him. He knew I was right, too. We then both went and took a quick shower ... together. As we were drying off, I told him, "You know you have some explaining to do for me." "About this weekend?" "Yeah, and about the past few years as well." "Some of it is secrets, Mel," he said. I replied by brushing against him, and fondling his dick. "Okay, sis. But some things I might not be able to explain without breaking a solemn promise." "We'll see," I said, and then wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. I then softly caressed the side of his face before I stepped toward the bathroom door, looking back at him sexily as I opened it and walked out. He knew he had already lost the battle before it had even begun. ------- I sat in the family room staring at the TV. Jamie was camped out in his bedroom as usual, most likely on the phone with Sarah. My mind was on other things though. "What are you smiling about?" Daddy asked while walking into the room and sitting down beside me. "I'm just in a good mood," I happily said to him. Mom then appeared at the door, "I could use a little help fixing supper tonight." When I glanced at her, she was looking right at me. I knew she had something to talk to me about. I was certain it was prompted by her talk with Daddy. I was a little surprised when he stood up and followed us into the kitchen. Mom and I put on an apron, which is a definite must if you're a nudist. I figured she had something to say to me, but she seemed a little preoccupied. "You okay, Mom?" I asked, concerned. "Your father and I had a good talk..." Daddy spoke up, "Your mother told me what the two of you talked about today ... especially her past." "I didn't mean to upset everyone so much..." Mom turned and put her hand on my arm, "I'm okay, honey. I never expected you to find out about my past, however. You really blindsided me." "I'm sorry for doing that, but I didn't know of any other way to bring it up." She replied, "I know. It was a lot for you to have on your mind ... wondering just how your mom could be involved in such things. I'm not sure what stunned me the most - you bringing it up or you not having a problem with any of it." Daddy added, "When your mother said you'd found out, it caught me off-guard as well." "I noticed the look you gave me," I told him. "I wasn't sure what you were feeling." "It was concern for both of you. You two had been at such odds with each other for so long. But then you seemed to be getting a lot closer lately. My initial thought was, all that had been lost, because neither of us thought you'd handle that knowledge well." "So I surprised you?" Mom said, "You no longer surprise me, sweetie. I just didn't expect to ever have that conversation with you. I thought all that was buried in the past. Doris and a few close friends know, but I trust them completely." "Mom, are you mad at Doris for telling me?" "I wanted to be, but it turns out she knew you better than we did, or at least trusted what she saw in you enough to reveal it all to you." "Well, she has as much to lose as you, Mom." "True..." "She's been pushing me to talk to you more, to try to communicate with you about the things that were bothering me. She knew what I really wanted," I said. "I think you've got a terrific friend in Doris." "She is a great friend," she said, stepping over beside Daddy and putting her arms around him. "But my best friend in the world is my husband," she said, looking deeply into his eyes. The love between them was never more apparent than at that moment. They kissed tenderly. I scrunched my lips, trying to hold back my tears. "You're about to cry, baby," she said to me, tearing up herself. "I am not," I softly said, my tears now freely flowing. Even Daddy had a tear moving down his cheek. They both extended an arm to me. I stepped into their embrace. Daddy said, "We share something now that has to remain between us. Agreed?" I nodded to both of them. "I swear I won't tell anyone you guys don't approve of." He added, "It's not just that. What we share is a confidence in each other. We all know what is at stake. We have to look out for each other. We have to protect one another." Mom reached over to wipe the tears from my face. "We've come a long way, Mel. We have to look out for each other. You can't let your adventurous and daring nature get out of control. I've had to do the same." "I understand. But ... all I've ever wanted is for you to talk to me ... You too, Daddy. I just want to be included in everything." Daddy replied, "Well, everything isn't always possible, but your mother and I won't exclude you like we have been doing. But you have to be responsible with the things you become involved in, especially the things you'll learn about." "I will be. I know how dangerous what I now know can be." They both kissed me. Mom and I went back to fixing supper. Daddy sat at the table close to us. "And we all have to really try to communicate better. That means you, too, Melissa. When Mom asks if you had a good time you need to give us a straight answer. Do you understand? Communication is not a one-way street." I nodded. I knew he was right. I would have to try to do a better job talking to them as well. "Daddy, what did you know about Mom when you first started dating her?" I glanced at Mom, wondering if I had crossed the line. She looked at me sternly for just a brief moment, before turning to Daddy. He was looking at her, too. "It's okay," she said rather lightheartedly. I smiled at her as she turned back to me, and she smiled as well. "We met in a class we took together during our senior year. When we first began dating, I didn't know anything other than she was a damn sexy girl that I wanted to know better." I turned to grin at him. "Mom was hawt stuff, huh?" "The hottest," he quickly replied with a big grin. I glanced at Mom. She was blushing. Daddy continued, "We had sex on our second date." "It took you that long?" I teased him. "We're not all as quick as you and Peter were," Mom teased me. Now I was the one blushing. "Any way," Daddy started again. "Our first date wasn't really a date. I ran into her at a party. We talked a lot and danced a few times. She left with me to hang out together. We ended up at a Waffle House where we ate and talked for a few hours. I asked her to go out on a date with me, and she said yes. We dated for about a month before we both knew things were getting serious. We hadn't been exclusively dating during that time, but I had fallen for her. By the time I asked her to be my girlfriend, I was already deeply in love, and she was in love with me as well. It was then that she explained everything to me." "Were you shocked?" "Very. It made me stop and think about just how deeply I felt for her. At the time, my head was telling me I had made a mistake and to run, but my heart was already won over." "That's so sweet..." Mom said, "It might seem sweet now, sweetie, but it was really traumatic for both of us at the time. I didn't really know how your father would react. It took weeks before I finally decided he was okay with it." "Is that why you were so worried about what I'd think and do?" "That's exactly why. It would've killed me if my own daughter had disowned me or something," I could see Mom's nerves were still on edge and very frayed. It just might take her weeks to really relax about my knowing. "Well, you can relax, Mom. I'm totally cool with it." She nodded, but it was obvious this was gonna take time. "Your mother and I are glad you're okay with everything. I've been concerned about the two of you. I'm very happy just watching the two of you right now, the way you're talking," he said, looking at us admiringly. We were his two girls, special to him in different ways. Daddy then said, "Mel, about John Meyer..." I turned completely around to look at him. Mom interrupted Daddy, "Before your father explains things, let me tell you how I met him." "I was kinda wondering about that," I stated. "Well, I met John on one of my shoots. He was doing a scene in the same movie I was in." "I guess I should've figured that out myself," I said. "Where else would a donkey dick go for work," I snickered. "Honey," Mom said with a disapproving look. "John's skills aren't just in porn ... or dependent on his cock. He's a very good business man as well. For example, he took the campground and made it very popular and profitable." "Sorry, I didn't mean to say he wasn't..." "I know you're joking around, but there is more to the man than his dick." Daddy looked at me and said, "I've known about him as well. Your mother told me that they had worked together, and that there was nothing more to it other than friendship." "That's all there ever has been between us, sweetie," Mom stated. "Our relationship was a working one. We were friends while on location, but we never dated or anything." "Why not?" I asked. "You were as freakin gorgeous then as you are now!" "Thanks, baby, but he was already in a relationship with Erica." "Erica was doing porn, too? Who else do I know that did porn?" "No one else that you personally know," she replied. I started to ask if anyone else I knew was a prostitute, but decided to leave it alone for now. "Mrs. Clark didn't do any of this? I thought you two did everything together." "We did many things together, but she drew the line at what Doris and I were doing. She really worried about me after she found out. She was the one who thought things through while I was too busy already doing those things." I then looked closely at Daddy. He immediately read my inquisitive look. "I was never a porn star, honey," he said, chuckling. "You could've been," I sincerely said. I then hoped he took it as a compliment. "I'm glad you think that, baby ... I think," he uneasily said, turning to look at Mom who was trying to keep from laughing at his discomfort. I then asked, "So John and Erica met doing porn?" "Uh huh," Mom answered. "And they got married about five years later after they both quit, and started other business ventures together." "So cool," I said. "When did you meet them, Daddy?" "I met both of them years later after your mother and I started camping with the Walcotts. I became good friends with John myself. By then, he was married to Erica. We arranged to meet up together at different nudist campgrounds and resorts. They got the idea to buy Forest Acres and turn it into a nudist campground not long after I first met them. It took them a few years to get it started though." "Did you guys have sex with them back then?" I asked, hoping I hadn't crossed any lines. Daddy glanced quickly at Mom, and she just smiled in return. He replied, "We did. At first, we had sex together as a foursome mostly, but sometimes Brent and Terri were with us as well. After about a year, your mom and I started spending time separately with John and Erica, swapping spouses for a night or even a weekend away from each other." I wasn't quite sure what I thought of that. The idea of swapping and going off alone sorta unnerved me a little. I figured they had enough faith in each other not to let things get out of control. "Does the idea of that bother you, Mel?" Mom asked. "Not really, I don't know, I'm not sure. I guess I might wonder if my husband and the other wife could get too serious that way. It seems like it would be too easy for an affair to begin." "It's not for couples that aren't totally committed to each other. It takes a lot of communication to make something like that work. A whole lot. If there is any jealousy at all, it's doomed to be a nightmare," Daddy said. "However, if everyone involved works at it, it can be a very fun thing to do." "But that's just it. How do you know that the rules were followed if you're not there to know?" "That's where faith in your spouse and your relationship comes into play. If you have a strong marriage, it can work. It's something you wouldn't want to do regularly, but a few times a year worked out fine for us." "You never worried about Mr. Meyer stealing Mom from you?" "No. In fact, it was the other way around," he said. I looked at him puzzled. "What your father means is that I was worried more about Erica trying to steal your father away. Erica had a bit of a crush on him." I was thinking about Peter. How would he feel about me spending nights with other guys? And how would I feel about him spending nights with other girls or women? It was definitely something I had to talk to him about. Daddy asked me, "Surprised?" "Sorta..." "Because of John's huge dick? You thought Erica wouldn't be as interested in me?" Daddy asked, grinning at me. I blushed while looking at him, embarrassed. "No ... I mean ... I dunno..." I replied, mortified that I had unintentionally insulted Daddy like that. He seemed to take it in stride though. "What I meant though was he was probably something of a Hollywood star, even if it was because of acting in porn." "He is a very nice man, Mel. He has a lot going for him," Mom said. "It made acting very easy for him." "Are you including his donkey dick in that?" I somewhat cautiously joked. Thankfully, she let it go without reminding me of her explanation that he was more than the sum of the inches of his cock. She did address my previous comment about Daddy though. Mom said, "What did I tell you? Your father has the perfect cock for me ... for more than just my pussy." "Apparently for Erica, too," I giggled. They both laughed a little with me. "It takes a while to get used to John," Mom said. "It's fun, but not on a regularly basis." "I would think Erica would get used to it. I mean, pussies do stretch, right?" I asked. "That they do, including your rectum to some degree. But if you're a regular fan of anal sex..." Mom paused, smiling. "Ouch!" I said, wincing at the thought of Mr. Meyer's cock up my butt. "Again, your father is a perfect fit," Mom snickered. I looked at Daddy, raising my eyebrow at him with a cute smile. He seemed to get a little embarrassed at my brashness. I thought it was so cute. Mom then said, "And just so you know, I told him about everything that happened over the weekend." "Everything?" I asked her, astonished. "Well, not in detail, but I'll get around to that later," she said. "You admitted a lot to Daddy then," I said. "Anything else you'd like to admit to me now," I slyly asked. Mom seemed to think for a short time. "Do you remember the first Saturday in June?" I looked at her trying to recall what I was doing that day. "I came home from going to see Colleen about a PTSO fundraiser ... and you were upstairs..." I still wasn't sure what she was referring to. She could obviously tell from my quizzical look. "I was down in the basement at the computer..." My eyes went wide as I remembered. "Oh ... my ... Gawd!" I softly exclaimed, my hand going to my mouth as I glanced back and forth between my parents. "I heard you coming down the basement stairs..." "You knew I was ... spying?" I asked her. She just smiled. "Oh shit," I quietly whined. She half chuckled, touching my arm tenderly. Daddy sat there grinning. He obviously knew everything. "When you started spying, I acted like I didn't know you were there." "So you knew I was spying when Daddy came downstairs and started feeling you up? He almost caught me himself!" "Well, your father obviously didn't see you. I figured you'd slipped into the bathroom when you heard him at the basement door." "And you gave him a blowjob knowing I could see?" "Not only did I know you could see, I made sure to give you the best angle I could." I stared at her. "I teasingly licked the head of his cock just for you." I kept staring. "I had a lot of fun with his cum. Did you see that string of cum that stretched from his cock to my mouth? I caught it on my finger and took it into my mouth just for you as well. "You put on a show for me?" "Well, if you were going to spy on us, I wanted you to learn a few things at least." Home schooling took on a whole new meaning for me. I looked at Daddy, "You knew I was hiding in the bathroom when you mentioned taking a shower, knowing I probably was hiding in it?" He just shrugged and grinned. Mom said, "Your father didn't know you were spying until Jamie got home and surprised all of us. I was able to let your father know after mentioning the bathroom ... for your benefit. I knew you'd be busy trying to get into the shower so you would be out of sight." "You're both evil parents ... putting me through that. Bad Mommy and Daddy," I playfully chastised. "Uh huh," Mom said sarcastically. She then playfully chastised me, "Who just a short time later kissed me knowing her father's cum was probably still on my mouth?" I was so busted. "And you held that kiss for the longest time, young lady." I just shrugged, sucking on my lips to try to keep them from seeing me smiling. "There is something I'm curious about," I started, looking at Mom. "What were you watching on the computer when I first came downstairs?" "I looked at the pictures and video of you and the Clarks from the night before," Mom said. "I didn't get a chance to look at some of the pictures or all of the video before I left the Clarks." "I didn't hear any sound coming from the computer though." "I had the sound off," she replied. "I knew you were in the house." I looked down blushing. Given everything that I had done lately, I wasn't sure why that embarrassed me. But it did. I still vividly remembered sucking Mr. Clark's cock for the first time while wearing my cheer uniform. I had also sucked his cum from Mrs. Clark's pussy. Later after her husband had come in her mouth, Mrs. Clark and I had swapped his cum back and forth between our mouths. My mother had probably looked at the pictures and some video of me doing all of that. "I didn't know they had a video camera that night," I shyly replied. Mom shrugged at me somewhat bashfully, knowing she had given away yet another secret between her and Mrs. Clark. I made a mental note to ask Mom later to see the video. I remembered even fretting over what Mom might ask me about that night when I got home. I had just been a player in their sex games. I felt the urge to be pissed off about it, like I had been in the past. But things were so different now. The only urge I felt now was to play the games with Mom and Daddy. So much had changed over the past weekend! And I knew exactly what game I needed to play now. "So, Mom, who looked hotter sucking the other's father off in a cheer uniform, Sarah or me?" They just stared at me unbelievingly. Then they shook their heads in unison. Finally Daddy chuckled and continued to shake his head, "Your daughter, Andrea!" I clearly scored points in that round. "So ... any other admissions?" I asked gleefully. "Greedy, aren't we," Mom stated, shaking her head. "Will you answer a question for me then?" I asked. I think their curiosity got the best of them. Mom looked at Daddy, and he said, "Ask away." "Remember when I told you it was okay to spy on me with Peter?" I asked, looking at Mom. "Yeah," she replied, turning her head to look at me curiously. I had Daddy's complete attention too. "Did either of you ever watch me before that time?" Mom glanced at Daddy, "One time I did unlock your bedroom door late at night to check on you. I saw Jamie lying naked with you. You had your hand on his cock. I got your father to come take a look as well. We knew what you two had been up to." "I figured you might have. I found the door unlocked, and Jamie was sure he'd locked it." "Our bad," Daddy responded. "We didn't think to lock it back. Your Mom had her hand on me ... just like yours was on Jamie." "Were you playing with Daddy while looking at us," I asked Mom. "I wasn't just playing, missy. I kneeled down and gave him a blowjob. He almost groaned too loud when he came. That's probably why we forgot to lock the door back," Mom brashly admitted. Mom came up to me and held me by my shoulders. "Mel, we talked about some of it in the car and this morning. We have watched you several times, not so much to spy on you, but to make sure that you were okay with what happened to you and what you did. We had to make sure that you would not get hurt. Or we have had close friends watch out for you. Remember when you discovered everyone naked at the Rayners' house?" "Yeah, you were there?" "No, but I sent Jamie over to keep an eye on you. And as a reward you used him as your punching bag. Not nice." Mom looked at me sternly. "And Doris had called me when Mrs. Rayner was talking to you. So I asked her to watch out for you, too, if you decided to stay." I looked at them both, astonished. Mom then asked, "So, Mel. Any admissions for us?" "Well, there was this one time at band camp..." Mom popped my arm gently. "Okay! Well ... since you brought up the day of your supposed PTSO fundraiser meeting at the Clarks..." They both looked at me very enquiringly. "After I started that load of laundry, I rode my bike over to the Clarks." Mom said, "You didn't come by that I remember." "That's because I didn't go inside. I spied on you guys from their family room window." "You sneaky little..." Mom grabbed me around the neck, feigning being angry. "Just what did you see?" "Nothing involving you specifically, except that you were looking at pictures and a video. And you were involved in a rather sexy kiss as you left," I wryly smiled. "I did see a threesome with the Clarks and Mrs. Rayner though." After I told them that, they both seemed to be unnerved again. Then I realized that they both had to be wondering just what all I had discovered on my own. I suspected they figured I had other bigger admissions to make that likely involved them. They hadn't been as successful at hiding things from me as they had thought. The gaze between them grew even more intense as that realization seemed to sink in. Daddy looked at me very seriously. "Melissa, we will have to talk..." Jamie then came into the kitchen and interrupted Daddy, asking, "Mom, Dad ... Can Sarah come over for supper?" Daddy replied, "That's fine, son." I then turned back to the counter to continue with preparing supper. Mom joined me as well, quickly glancing at me several different times. I knew she was concerned about what I had learned about them that they had tried to hide from me. I didn't say anything though. It wasn't that I intended not to answer any of her questions. I sorta liked having the tables turned though. ------- Sarah came over just as supper was ready. She threw herself into Jamie's arms. Their greeting became very intense and left them both breathless. Jamie sported a raging hard-on. "Down, boy," Sarah playfully slapped his cock. "I'm hungry for food first." She kissed a very embarrassed Jamie. She then quickly stripped down naked with the rest of us. Mom and Daddy came out of the kitchen after hearing Sarah talking. She walked over and gave them both a hug. I could see that there still was some uneasiness between the three of them with me standing there. Heck, I was a bit weirded out still - my best friend being intimate with my parents. I'm sure she would feel the same with me and her parents for a while. I was hoping to have some time to talk to her about the weekend. That was something I couldn't do in just a few minutes either. Talking about Jennifer would take up a long time, and I wanted Sarah to know Jennifer was a lesbian before she saw her again. I had too much to tell her with the time we had right now. Sarah walked over and hugged me. "You look hot in an apron," she teased. "I missed you too, my little slut," I replied. She feigned an angry look. She still didn't care for me calling her that. But she knew I wasn't slamming her. Quite the opposite. I whispered in her ear, "I've got soooo much to tell you about this weekend." She replied, "I've got some things to tell you, too. We'll find some time." What could she have to tell me about her weekend? She was at her grandparents the whole time, or so I was told. I had set the table in the dining room as Mom brought in the food from the kitchen. Daddy had opened a bottle of wine and he poured a small glass for Sarah, Jamie and me. Wow, I thought. I guess I'm not too young anymore for at least for a few things. Mom and I got rid of our aprons. We all grabbed a towel and sat down to eat, Daddy in his usual spot at the head of the table. I sat next to Mom with Jamie and Sarah across from me. We made small talk and enjoyed the closeness that had developed between us. Sarah noticed it, too, and looked at me from time to time questioningly. As we sat there eating, Daddy jokingly asked, "Did I hear correctly that Melissa is married?" Sarah's mouth fell open as she stared at me. Jamie said, "Yeah, and there's a video to prove it, too." I stared at Mom, knowing she had likely put Daddy up to embarrassing me. She just smiled at me. I decided to turn the tables a little, "I'd like to see that video." "Me too!" Sarah exclaimed. "Ditto," Daddy added. Mom shook her head at me as if to acknowledge my ability to turn this from something embarrassing into something fun. Before we had finished eating, the phone rang. Mom got up and answered it, going into the kitchen to talk. When she came back into the room, she said, "That was Maggie. She, Kent and Peter want to see the video, too. Since you all want to see it, I asked them over. They'll be here in about 15 minutes." I grimaced as Mom looked at me, knowing she had gotten the best of me. After supper, Daddy got everything set up in the family room to watch the video. The three Rayners joined us about that time. Peter kissed and hugged me and then kept his arm around my shoulder. I liked that he seemed to feel a little possessive about me. It was fun to see the adults feeling awkward and not knowing how far they could go greeting each other in front of us kids. "Well, why don't you all get naked while I pour some drinks?" Daddy asked. The Rayners quickly shed their clothes and put them on the couch in the living room. Mom handed out towels for them to sit on. Daddy passed around some cocktails for the adults and handed Cokes to us kids. Daddy sat down, too. He fiddled with the equipment while Mom turned out the lights. He started the video. The TV screen stayed dark for a moment before the tents came into view. The video kicked in sometime while Peter and I were making out. Apparently Jamie had gone to get the camera from Mom then. We finished our drinks and set the glasses and cans on the table. Jamie had caught everything. Me making out with Peter, the silliness of the wedding preparations, and Penny's crazy ceremony. I was surprised how well Jamie had recorded everything. The sound was great, too. But the real highlight was Peter making love to me after the ceremony. I had been an eager participant, but I was surprised how different it felt watching myself while Peter was making love to me. We looked incredibly erotic the way we were touching each other, the way we looked at each other, and the way our bodies moved against each other. I glanced around to see four hard-ons developing as well. Everybody was glued to the screen, especially Daddy. He watched his young daughter getting fucked by her boyfriend. It must have been a very intense experience for him. Mom had seen us, but she still watched closely the scene on the screen. We were all absolutely quiet as the sound of the video filled the room. Jamie had moved around as he recorded us. He had captured Peter's cock moving in and out of my pussy, my legs high up in the air, my loud moaning that nobody had stopped, my face twisted in pleasure as I was just about to cum, Peter's groans as he was about to fill me with his cum, and finally Peter's face in orgasm as he pumped his cum into me. The camera then quickly focused on my face showing me in full orgasm almost screaming. Gawd, I was loud. I looked at Sarah. She knew I was trying to get her attention. She quickly realized I was up to something. I then looked at Mr. Rayner's cock, and then Daddy's. She got the hint when I made an oval out of my lips and pretended like I was sucking. She nodded. I nodded back. I gave Peter a quick glance. Sticking my tongue out and wiggling it like I was licking a clit. I then looked at Mom and nodded. His grin and nod told me he understood immediately. He had obviously been watching the nonverbal exchange between me and Sarah. I hoped that Jamie would get the hint rather quickly, too. But then again, he was a horn dog. As soon as he would see what me, Peter and Sarah were about to do, he would quickly join in. Before Daddy and Mr. Rayner knew what had happened to them, Sarah had Daddy's cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking on it. And I had Mr. Rayner's, taking it almost into my throat. Their surprised reactions were quickly followed by Mom's, and not long after by Mrs. Rayner's. Peter had pushed Mom's legs apart and was trying to lick her pussy while Jamie was already licking Mrs. Rayner's. Mom was trying to push Peter off, but he was having none of it. He firmly held on to her hips. I noticed Daddy tried to pull Sarah off, but apparently she put her teeth to him because he suddenly yelped. "Don't bite it off, girl!" Mr. Rayner laughed. "Come on, Greg, just enjoy it. It's not like it is the first time for the two of you." Maggie chimed in. "Yeah, Andrea. Don't fight Peter. He is good at licking clits. Just ask your daughter." As if she didn't know from her own personal experience. Mom and Daddy, their faces red with embarrassment, reluctantly relented. They had had sex with Sarah and Peter before. But they clearly were extremely uncomfortable with me watching them having sex with my boyfriend and my best friend. However, with the Rayners here they didn't have a chance. I silently thanked them for being so kinky. Jamie was really getting into licking Mrs. Rayner's pussy. She obviously enjoyed herself. She even spread her cunt lips for Jamie's tongue to have easier access. She had her eyes closed and panted with her mouth slightly open. Mom wasn't fighting Peter anymore, but her upper body seemed rather rigid. She had not gotten into Peter eating her out at all. I felt sorry for her and for Peter, because she could not yet be comfortable with me watching her have sex, and for Peter because he had to work so hard. Mr. Rayner's cock had not really been very stiff when I first put it in my mouth. But his cock grew rapidly as I swirled my tongue around its tip and sucked on it with determination. I liked his cock in my mouth. I could feel the ridges of its veins sliding over my tongue. It made me want to put his cock somewhere else. Just as I was thinking how to accomplish that, Mr. Rayner put both hands on my shoulders and started to pull me up. "Sit on my lap, Melissa," he whispered eagerly. "I want to fuck you now." I got up and straddled his thighs. I grabbed his cock, lined it up with my juicy opening and let myself sink slowly down on his cock until I had it completely in me. What a weekend, I thought. Peter and I had become a couple. And here I was fucking his dad already. Wild didn't adequately describe it. Sarah noticed that Daddy had gotten more at ease with her sucking him. She quickly scooted into his lap and stuffed his hard cock into her eager pussy. Gawd, she knew what she was doing the way she didn't jump up and down on Daddy's cock like I was on Mr. Rayner's, but rather just tilted her hips back and forth. I copied her movements. I started to groan as the shaft of his cock was firmly rubbing against my clit. He liked it, too. He moaned, "That's it, girl. Keep it up ... oohhh, your pussy feels so good. I'll just have to fill it with my cum." He had his hands on my tits and alternated between squeezing them nicely and pinching my nipples pretty hard. He was getting me even more excited. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see that Peter and Jamie had followed suite. Mrs. Rayner and Mom were on their backs on the carpet with their lovers between their legs, fucking into them hard. I hadn't seen how Peter had convinced Mom, but I was glad that she had finally started to enjoy herself, too. I kept glancing at Daddy and Sarah, and then again at Mom and Peter. My boyfriend rested his upper body on his elbows. He pushed my mom's tits together and played with her nipples. He pounded hard into her. Mom had her eyes closed, her mouth was slightly open. She was moaning and her breathing had quickened. She looked like she was close to orgasm. Was it turning her on that her daughter was watching her getting fucked by her daughter's boyfriend? While her daughter fucked his dad? Mr. Rayner kept pushing into me as I rode his cock trying to take him as deep as I could. He bottomed out in my pussy and shoved my womb upwards. It hurt a little but it felt good in a strange way. I suddenly understood what Mom meant about John's cock being uncomfortable. He finally noticed me looking over at Mom. He pulled my head close so that his mouth was at my ear. "First time you watched your mom and daddy fucking your closest friends?" I couldn't answer because I came hard. I would never know whether his question, his fucking, or watching my mom and daddy fucking got me off. I fell against him exhausted with my head resting on his shoulder. He held me tightly against him as he came too, unloading his sperm into my so very wet pussy. I felt some of our combined juices running out of my cunt. The others must have cum, too. I heard them moaning and a couple of squeals, but somehow it only vaguely registered in my numb brain. We were catching our breaths and we all looked at each other. I think it was a first even for the Rayners having four kids having sex with four adults. It was definitely a first for me to see both my parents fucking others while together. Mom looked at me for a second and then almost scolded me. "Melissa, I don't even have to ask whose idea this was, do I? You are so dangerous all by yourself!" She was not smiling. I could not tell if she was really pissed off ... or just uncomfortable with me and Jamie having seen her having sex with Peter. Or was she just trying to put up a front? I blushed, though, because everyone was looking at me. Mr. and Mrs. Rayner laughed though. He said, "Andrea, if your daughter's dares turn out likes this, she can be all the dangerous she wants with me at any time, as far as I'm concerned." Mrs. Rayner playfully kicked him. "Hey, you old lecher, you're talking about your son's girlfriend." Daddy got in on it, too. He apparently took things in stride. "Well, Kent, you already have three women in your family on your hands. Think you can handle Andrea's daughter as a daughter-in-law, too?" "Daddy!" I shouted. He just laughed softly at my embarrassment. I scrunched my face at him. Mr. Rayner put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Don't worry, Greg. Peter can take care of her. He doesn't need any help with a woman. Right Andrea?" Mom blushed and didn't say anything. She looked a little out of sorts. I was as well. This was new for both of us. Plus, the day had been very traumatic for her. She then got Peter to get off of her and got up. She returned with a box of tissues and passed it around so we all could wipe the cum from our pussies, and Mr. Rayner and Daddy from their laps and cocks. I liked the light-hearted banter, but I liked being included for change even more. "Well, this has been fun, guys," Maggie stood up. "Thanks Andrea and Greg for letting us see the video. Can we get a copy of it?" She chuckled. "And thanks, kids, for the fun after the movie, I really enjoyed it. I guess it has been a first for Andrea and Greg, too, hasn't it? But it's been a busy weekend and I'm kinda bushed. What ya say, Kent, we head on home." The Rayners got up and started to dress. "Do you think your parents would let me spend the night?" Peter asked me. "I need to talk with my parents about a few things," I told him. "It might be better to wait until another night." He didn't look all that happy. "I promise I'll ask them if you can start staying over some. I'm sure I can convince them." "I have no doubt in your persuasive ability," Peter said jokingly. I popped his arm, acting insulted. Why I felt insulted didn't make any sense. What he was insinuating at was a normal thing in his family. As the Rayners finished getting dressed, I asked Mom, "Can Peter come over tomorrow afternoon?" Mom answered. "If you and Jamie help with cleaning up and putting things away tomorrow, then it's okay with me." Peter's face lit up. "Oh, and I almost forgot." Mrs. Rayner looked at me. "I'm doing a formal birthday dinner for Peter Tuesday night. Melissa, you are invited." "Can I go, Mom, Daddy? Please?" Mom smiled. "Sure sweetie, I'll drive you over." Peter chimed in. "Can she spend the night?" I looked at Mom, and she at me. We got our silent communications working. I was giving her my sweetest smile, even biting my bottom lip. She threw a quick glance at Daddy and I saw him nod slightly. "Would that be okay with you, Maggie, Kent?" Mom asked her friends. "Oh sure. Melissa and Peter are a couple now. So you're always welcome, Melissa, to spend the night with him. Why don't you come over around 5 o'clock," Mrs. Rayner answered. I appreciated her answering to me. I wasn't so sure if Mom and Daddy would feel the same way about Peter spending nights with me at our house. But they didn't say anything, and they had let Sarah spend nights with Jamie. We all said our goodbyes. I gave Peter a long deep kiss. "If you keep sucking each other's tongues like that, they will soon reach down to your knee caps," Daddy teased us. They all laughed. The Rayners left and Daddy closed the front door. I saw Jamie and Sarah walking towards the stairs. He had his arm around her shoulders and she an arm around his waist. They said a quick "good night," and went up to Jamie's room. I was wondering if they had a lot to talk about, too. I stayed downstairs and helped Mom straighten up the family room, which got a big smile and hug from her. "You're growing up in more ways than one, sweetie. I like that." Daddy came up to us and hugged us both. "Well, at least you two aren't scratching each other's eyes out anymore." I broke free from their hugs. "Mom, Daddy, thanks for letting me go camping. It has opened up the way we are talking with each other. Peter and I are a lot closer. And Jennifer and I are better friends than ever." Daddy laughed. "Well, that's not bad for just one weekend." Daddy gently caressed the top of my head. "You and Peter looked beautiful the way you made love, baby girl." "You didn't look so bad with Sarah either." His face turned red again. "I shouldn't have let you see me fucking your best friend." I went for broke. "And I think Mom looked pretty hot, too, with Peter fucking her." My parents were suddenly very uncomfortable. It had been a very unnerving day for both of them because of me. It was obvious they both were still very uneasy about things, including what we had just done in front of each other. I knew I had gone as far as I could with them, so I decided to go to my room as well. "Good night, Mom! Good night, Daddy!" I just got a terse "Good Night" from both of them. ------- I had taken a quick shower and was already in bed, when Mom and Daddy knocked on my door. "Melissa, mind if we come in? We'd like to talk with you alone for a minute." Daddy had his arm around Mom, both were still naked. I could smell that they hadn't cleaned up after having had sex with Sarah and Peter. Daddy's cock still had some remnants of his sperm and Sarah's pussy juice on it, and Mom's thighs were kinda shiny. "We should have had this talk some time ago, it is overdue now," he continued. I was uneasy about what might come up. Did he know about my smoking grass and drinking booze on the fire tower? "Mind if we sit on your bed?" Daddy was clearly in charge this time. I scooted over to make room for them. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked somewhat uneasy, looking between the two of them. "You found out a lot of things this weekend, didn't you?" Gawd had I ever! I quietly nodded, thinking it best to say as little as needed for now. "You also have discovered a lot before this weekend as well," he added. He and Mom had obviously talked more after our conversation in the kitchen earlier. I looked at him, very confused by what he just said. Daddy read my like a book. "Well, it looks like I haven't yet heard all that you found out. Or even everything you've been up to this weekend." He grinned. I blushed. Mom looked down in front of her. "About what happened downstairs tonight..." he started. "We've never talked with you about the things you now know we've been doing with Sarah ... as well as what your mother has been doing with Peter. I am sorry about that. We thought it was best at the time, and in some ways I still think we did the right thing. But it's obvious you're mature enough to handle knowing many more things now." I nodded again. "Your mother's concerns were justified. You are so much like her, and if you're capable of doing the things she's done in the past, then I was very comfortable at the time with erring on the side of caution when it came to you." Of course, I still didn't agree, but it was hard to argue with their intent. They were doing what they thought was best. How can I hold that against them? I just wanted things to change now. "You saw Sarah sucking me off and fucking me during the blindfold game in my bedroom. You didn't seem to have a problem with her or me." I smiled sheepishly, which made both of them smile. "I know about Sarah, Daddy," I said softly, "Doris told me some of it a few weeks ago. And Sarah and I talked a good bit the afternoon we played the game with you. We talked about what she was doing with the two of you. We had kept so much from each other, and it finally all came out." I added, "Mom and I have talked a lot about Peter as well. And I have had a great talk with Peter. I think I know most of the stuff about him now, at least the important stuff." "Oh," Daddy simply said, looking surprised at me, and then at Mom. It was obvious that Mom hadn't been able to get Daddy up to speed on everything. So much had happened, and Mom had learned so much about me that even she had only suspected before. I was sure most of their time talking earlier had been concerning what I had learned about Mom's past. Gawd, he still had so much to be told. Mom said to him, "She knows quite a bit already, Greg. I haven't had time to tell you everything ... other than about the blindfold game Sarah and Mel were involved in with you." I continued. "Sarah and I know that we both lost our virginities to the other's father." He took a deep breath. "How do you feel about that?" "It's okay, Daddy, Mr. Clark was great. He and Mrs. Clark made me feel special. I was just so friggin freaked about what you and Mom might think if you found out. I was scared you'd find out and I'd be in trouble, but then I discovered you guys had helped arrange it. That was the only bad thing about all of it." "I'm so very sorry about that," Daddy said and gently stroked my hair. Mom softly added. "We were okay with you having sex with Bob and Colleen, just as they were fine with what we did with Sarah. We talked about it some in the car on the way back. How do you feel about all of that now that you've had time to think about it?" "I'd suspected you both were involved with Sarah for some time, and I have known for sure since the nudist weekend at the Rayners," I told them. "It's okay. I was having fun. The sex with the Clarks was great, and from what Sarah told me, you guys were making her feel good, too." "You talk like things are over," Mom said. "You can still have sex with them if you want." I replied, "I know ... and I want to..." I hesitated for a second but then decided to go for broke. "You both have been with all of us kids, haven't you?" They both sat there, glancing at each other, not really sure what to say. "I mean the Rayners and Walcotts," I clarified for them. "And Sarah, of course. Just like I have been with their parents and the Thomases." Suddenly it dawned on me that they could be involved with others I didn't know about. Maybe even some of the kids of the adults I didn't know at the orgy. I really didn't know everything about my parents, especially when they were off someplace without me. "Well..." Daddy said after taking a deep breath. "We know about each other then, don't we?" We all had to let that sink in for a moment. The silence in my room was deafening. I just wasn't sure how to answer that question. They could be playing with a lot of others. I didn't know how to approach a discussion like that though. So, I just nodded in agreement for now. Daddy began. "It makes little sense to dwell on the things we should've been talking about in the past. Let's all look forward and have a good time. Okay?" I smiled. "I'd like that. Just one condition though." "And what might that be?" Daddy asked. "No more secrets within our family," I pleaded. "Please don't tell me that you're going to some friend's lake house when you want to have Sarah, or anybody else over. Like Julie with Kari and Mike." Mom blushed. I wasn't sure if Doris had told her about the Wednesday night after church yet or not, but she obviously knew I was aware of something going on between Mom and Daddy with those three. Daddy's reaction floored me. He threw his head back and laughed. "You are just too much, baby girl. Way too much." I took it as a compliment. "Just tell me when you want to do something with other people." I said. "And if you don't want me around, just let me know." Daddy pulled me from under my blanket and into a big bear hug. "We'll do just that, sweetheart. No more bullshit and no more secrets." Mom put her arms around both of us. "Seems like it makes no sense to keep anything from you anyways, sweetie," Mom grinned. I replied with a somewhat smug satisfied smile. She knew to never underestimate me again. Daddy kissed me on my forehead. "So everything is cool?" He got up. "Yeah," I answered. "Everything is cool. Does Jamie know, too?" Mom moved into his place and hugged me. "Yes, Jamie has known for some time. He and Sarah have talked, too. And we had a talk with both them a little while ago, when they became a couple." "Jamie's known about other stuff for a while though," I stated. "You'll be in the know from now on," she assured me. "Good," I replied, nodding. "Except there are some things we don't want him to know," Mom had her concerned look. "We trust that you will keep my past a secret. You can talk about it with Doris, Daddy and me. But nobody else. Will you promise me that again? Not even with Peter. Promise?" "I understand. And I promise my lips are sealed when it comes to everyone else." It was so easy to see that Mom was still so freaked about me knowing her past. She leaned against Daddy who put his arm around her shoulders. All I could think was things were really going to be different around here. They turned to leave. "Mom, Daddy!" I kneeled on my bed and waved them towards me as they turned around. "Yes, what is it?" Daddy looked a little puzzled. They stepped up to my bed. I threw my arms around them and held them tight, kissing both of them repeatedly. "I have the bestest parents in the world, I love you both so much." I kissed both of them again. They smiled. "We love you very much, too, Melissa." Daddy said. "So let's look forward to having a great time with lots of fun." He suddenly had a big grin on his face. "And I may have more time, very soon, too." Mom looked at him kind of puzzled. Daddy laughed. "That's my secret and I'm not telling yet. You'll just have to wait. Good night, sweetheart." Daddy clearly enjoyed Mom's confused look as he pulled her from my room and closed the door. I jumped back under my covers. I had a terrific family. We could really talk now. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. ------- Chapter 34 I woke up to a warm soft naked body climbing on top of me. "Good morning, sleepy head." "Sarah," I whined and grunted. "I was sleeping so good!" I added as I stretched my arms and legs while Sarah kept me pinned under her. "You looked seriously cute sleeping. I just couldn't resist," she stated, kissing me softly. "Where is Jamie?" "Asleep." "So why didn't you wake up his ass. He probably has a morning boner just for you." "He doesn't look as cute as you while asleep. Plus, he already fucked me at about 4 o'clock anyways. So, he won't wake up for a while." "What time is it?" "Seven." "So you just had to come pester me, huh? At freakin seven in the morning?" Sarah moved back to sit on her haunches. "I wanted to make love to you," she playfully pouted." "Let me go pee and wash my face, I'll be right back." I got out of bed. "Hurry back!" When I returned I stood in the door for a second watching her. Sarah was an erotic sight sitting on her lower legs and flexing her shoulders. Her breasts moved up and down, her nipples were erect. Sleepy just a minute ago I got turned on by the sight of my naked best friend. I jumped up on my bed and sat on my legs as well, facing her less than a foot away. I leaned in and started kissing the top of her chest. I moved my mouth lower, taking a hard pointy nipple between my lips, sucking and licking it intensely. I gently squeezed the soft warm flesh of her other breast. Sarah, her eyes closed, moaned softly and lowered her face to nuzzle against my neck and kiss my shoulder. I pulled back and we kissed soft, short, tender kisses, and our eyes locked together. I saw the same passion I was feeling in her eyes. Her hands roamed along my body, from my shoulders down to my arms. Then, laying her open hands on the top of my chest, she let them rub gently over my breasts and then down along my flanks. Her hands lifted to cup my face softly, drawing me into a long deep kiss. She rose up onto her knees to push her body into mine, keeping our open lips pressed into each other. My hands gently rubbed down her back before taking her firm butt cheeks and massaging them, pulling her even closer to me. Both of our hands began roaming all over each other's bodies, just wanting to touch the other's soft skin. I pushed Sarah down until she was lying on her back. I began kissing her flanks, as she held my head gently, letting me love her firm flesh. I kissed her flat tummy. They were quick kisses, loud enough for her to hear. I adored her body. This was my best friend in the world, and I wanted to treat her as special as she was to me. I covered her body with mine so we could face each other with our legs intertwined. Neither of us could get enough of the other's mouth. I gently sucked on her tongue, releasing it reluctantly, but knowing it was only to allow her to do the same with mine. Our thighs pressed against the other's pussy, feeling the warm dampness between our legs. She then rolled me over on the bed to lie on my tummy as she leaned up to run her hands along my legs, always stopping for a short time to caress and hold my firm butt cheeks. She leaned down to tenderly kiss all over the butt cheek she was caressing. It felt so much better than having a wooden paddle hit them. The tenderness was a first for us. We felt the urgency to make love, but we were taking our time, enjoying each touch and kiss, savoring it. She lay down with me and I turned over. Our legs scissored together so one of our thighs was pressed into the other's pussy, slowly and sensuously rutting into each other as we kissed much more urgently than before. We separated slightly, and I quickly reached down to rub her soaking wet mound. She grabbed my breast, squeezing it firmly before moving to do the same with the other. She then rolled on top of me, straddling my thigh and grinding her cunt into me. Again we were kissing. Neither of us could get enough. As she continued rutting my leg, I reached down behind her to grab her ass, sliding my fingers into the crack and reaching even further, rubbing her dripping slit. I separated her lips and pushed my forefinger inside her cunt. I was sure the wetness I felt was as much some leftover sperm from Jamie as it was her own pussy juice. I then toyed with her butt hole with my thumb, working it inside as well. Sarah moaned into my open mouth, her body beginning to move into a frenzy. She pushed back hard against my hand with her hips bucking, fucking my fingers as they wormed around inside her intimate openings. She almost started to scream as I rubbed my finger against my thumb in her, separated only by the thin membrane between her cunt and her ass. Her body suddenly went rigid and her pussy squeezed my finger tightly as she rode through a fierce orgasm. Sarah lay still for a few seconds, panting hard as she recovered from her intense orgasm. She then forced my fingers away as she rolled off my body, her eyes tightly shut. I smiled at her as her face continued to display just how good it had felt. She finally opened her eyes and smiled back, slithering up my body to kiss me passionately again. "Wow, chica. What did you do to me?" she asked still a little out of breath. "I bet you didn't learn that in sex ed." We giggled. "Yeah, and I bet we both got some great home-schooling!" I responded. We giggled some more. It had been almost a week since the last time we had made out. So we were still hungry for each other. We were quickly all over each other again. I sucked hard on each breast. It was like a battle to see who could keep her mouth on the other's body the longest. Finally Sarah pushed me onto my back, and moved between my spread legs. Her hands touched the soft inside of my thighs forcing them to separate further. She leaned down to kiss along my hips just above my pussy hairline before she could no longer resist putting her mouth on my pussy. She fluttered her tongue on my clit while pushing a couple of fingers inside me, urgently fucking me as she watched my pussy lips hanging on to her fingers. Then just as quickly, her mouth returned to my clit. Finally she moved her head back and did to me what I had done to her, except she used her free hand to rub my clit while she fucked my cunt and ass with her other. Her face was just inches away from my pussy as she made love to me. My hips rose off the bed as I came squealing loudly, but she kept her hands right where they were. As I relaxed, she moved between my wide open legs and over me. She pressed her mound against mine, rutting into me as I quickly joined in. I grabbed her and rolled her over again. I sat up and then leaned back and straddled her thigh, rubbing myself on her as I slid several fingers into her. I reached around to grab her butt, pulling her harder against my pussy. We moaned as we reveled in the feelings we were giving each other. I then turned around so my face was just above her sexy pussy. I used both hands to pull her tender pussy lips open, leaning down to swab my tongue inside her briefly. The heat and smell of her pussy turned me on even more. I then went to work on her clit, licking, sucking nibbling. She was getting close to another orgasm, and I just intensified what I was doing to her. She squealed loudly as she came. Neither of us worried if anyone heard. I wanted the whole house to hear her cum, to hear us making love. We kept at it a while longer, finding different ways to hold each other as we licked or fingered each other. "Gawd, Mel!" "Yeah, that was the best. I suppose you can wake me up anytime you want for sex like that!" I exclaimed. Sarah kissed me. "Sex isn't all I wanted though," she replied. "Yeah?" "I wanted us to have some time to talk." I grinned, "Girl, I have so much to tell you!" "Jamie told me Jennifer was after Peter like you thought ... and then she wasn't, that it was all a misunderstanding," Sarah stated, waiting for my confirmation. "It was definitely a misunderstanding, but not quite like people think. Not even Jamie knows what actually happened. What was really going on shocked the shit out of me. One thing I was right about was that she definitely wasn't happy with me and Peter becoming a couple." "Huh?" she asked, totally lost. "Sarah, she wasn't after Peter." "So, what was it all about?" "Me." "You don't mean..." Sarah looked at me incredulously. "She has a huge crush on me." "Holy shit, Mel. She's into girls too?!" "She's just into girls, chica." "A lesbian?" I nodded. "Wow. I never would've guessed." "Your gaydar is just as good as Pam's then," I groaned. "And yours too, apparently," she snickered. "But she wasn't even going after you." "She told me she couldn't risk it. She and Peter have been friends for years, but there was absolutely nothing romantic about it. She's in love with me, and was terrified I'd reject her, and then out her at school." "You'd never do that," Sarah firmly stated. "Even if she'd been bisexual and trying to hook up with Peter. I was glad Sarah had faith in me. She added, "So, what actually happened?" "I confronted her after I saw her and Peter together the day after we became a couple, and she told me. She was sure I was going to out her. I told her I wouldn't." "Did you tell her you were into girls as well as guys?" "Uh huh, and she's pretty good at licking pussy for a beginner," I grinned. "You slut," Sarah playfully teased. "Is she okay with you being with Peter now?" "No, but she is totally happy that she has someone she can be herself with." "You took her virginity, didn't you?" she stated really, more than asked. "Yep. And I'd have taken yours if you hadn't been throwing your kitty around at all the ladies last year," I teased. She tickled me in response. "You and Peter are certainly hitting it off great." "I swear, Sarah. If you'd told me three weeks ago that I'd be so totally in love with him now, I'd have thought you were insane." "You got it bad, huh?" I nodded. "You saw our wedding ceremony." "Yeah, but how did that happen?!" "We were all a little high on beer and some weed. We were having sex and joking around when somebody claimed Peter and I were living in sin. So Penny decided we had to get married. And she did marry us in one of our tents while the adults were doing their thing somewhere else." "Pretty wild," she stated. "All the cool kids were there," I smugly replied. "Ha ha," she playfully snarled. "So who was the maid of honor?" "Pam." "Now I know who your real best friend is," she huffed. I grabbed her and moved on top of her. "You're my best friend, Sarah. Don't even joke about it." She leaned up to kiss me. "I wish I had been there," she sighed. "Me too. It would've been perfect." "I'm happy for you both. You deserve to be in love with a great guy who loves you the same." "I have no clue where things are going. I'm only thirteen. Odds are we'll be broken up within a few years." "You've been bucking the odds your whole life. It wouldn't surprise me if you guys were sitting in rocking chairs next to each other after having been married for fifty years." "You think he'd help me put on my Depends?" I said, snorting. "I'm betting he will, especially if you help him find his dentures," she giggled, which just led to me giggling too. "He'll have an old wrinkly ball sack," Sarah giggled and snorted. "At least you won't have to worry about having knee knocker boobs." Only Sarah could joke about my boob size and get away with it with just a tickling attack from me. "So how did he ask you to be his girlfriend?" "We were walking on this long trail that goes sorta around the campground. You know I'd told him I wasn't quite ready to be a couple, but I just felt like the moment was right." "Wait. Did you ask him ... or did he ask you?" "I got him to ask me," I grinned. "He did bring it up first though. He thought I might've had a change of heart by showing up camping like I did. I'm not sure if he still even realizes it was because I was trying to keep Jennifer away from him." "You got him to ask you to be your girlfriend to keep Jennifer away?" "No way! I'm not that fucked up. I was ready to be his girlfriend. Jennifer just got me to be there so he could ask." I thought back to the walk Peter had I had taken last Friday. It made me smile. I added, "He was so sweet. He looked like it was his birthday and Christmas all in one. Heck, I felt the same way." "Awwww." "We were all over each other making out. We then made love ... on the trail. We were so lucky we didn't get caught. I was determined he was going to fuck me right then." "Now that sounds just like you," she said, giggling. I just stuck my tongue out at her. "How do you feel about him after the weekend?" "Even more in love. Go figure. I couldn't stand him just a few weeks ago. I can't get enough of him now." "He's been crazy crushing on you for a while." "I hate that I treated him like I did all those years. Maybe it worked out for the best though. In the end, we couldn't stay away from each other." We were both quiet for a second deep in our thoughts. I then asked, "So did you get a chance to talk to my brother about the weekend? What did he tell you?" "Yeah, we got to talk some, and the way he told it, not much happened." Not much happened? He came between Mom's thighs, she fed him a Viagra, she stroked and sucked his cock, he felt her tits, and she licked my butthole when he fucked me. And he said not much happened? Maybe that Viagra kept too much blood in his pecker head instead of his other head for too long. Sarah looked thoughtfully at her knee caps. "Except the orgy. And he claims he only fucked adults there. But is he telling me all?" "Chica, you need to tell my dingle-headed brother if something bothers you. I love him, but he's a horny boy. And with you telling him it's cool to fuck adults, he potentially has a lot of poonanie to choose from right now ... with his girlfriend's blessing. Jamie's mind is not in control of his body. Actually, I'm not sure if it ever has been." "I know I should tell him ... but..." "No buts, Sarah! He loves you. He didn't fuck anyone you told him not to. Penny was even after him, and he avoided her. He fucked me three times when he needed it badly. He was a good horn dog this weekend. So if you weren't comfortable with him being with other adults, you should've said something." "I told him it was okay to have sex with the adults," Sarah timidly said. "It would've been silly to exclude him from an orgy." "Tell that to my mom, she is okay with me having sex, but she didn't want me anywhere near the orgy. If Peter hadn't shown us, I would've never even known about it." Suddenly it hit me what she had just said. "You knew there would be an orgy, didn't you?!" I was totally blown away. "He said he had been to one last year and there might be another one this year, too." I had forgotten, Mom had said that he had been at last year's party. Jamie, dear brother, you may get waterboarded before I am through with you. "When did he tell you about it?" I asked. "He called me just before you guys left. He brought it up then. I wasn't really happy he waited until the last minute to tell me about it, but he promised he would only have sex with the adults ... and you. I sorta thought you were going to the orgy, too." "I swear, Sarah. If Peter hadn't let on that he knew about it, I probably wouldn't have known until you just brought it up." "To tell the truth, Mel, I'm not too happy about him having been at the orgy now. When we agreed he could fuck adults, I thought of my mom, Mrs. Rayner or Mrs. Walcott. But not a bunch of strangers. What the fuck did she just tell me? She knows about Jamie and her mom? "Whoa, girl. You said your mom is on that list of adults Jamie could fuck?" "I thought you knew about that? Jamie told you a while back, didn't he?" "Yeah, he did. But what all do you know about it?" "I've seen them together." "When?!" "Not long after we became a couple. He told me about it like a few days after we became a couple. One of the nights he spent with me, he had sex with her in the family room while Mom thought I was upstairs asleep. He did it so I could watch." "So cool, Sarah! You're almost as sneaky as me." "Mel, you're the master of sneaky." I acted all flattered and shit. "So, you watched your boyfriend do your mom?" "Yeah..." "Did you get jealous?" "Actually, no. It was a little nerve wracking spying like I was, but I got so turned on that I played with myself some while he fucked her. She was talking so dirty to him ... saying she wanted him to go back upstairs and wake me up so I give him a blowjob with their juices still on his cock." "Oh, my God. Did you suck him afterwards?" She nodded. The smile on my face just kept growing, and she started blushing. "Don't make fun of me..." "Girl, you know I'd have done the exact same thing you did!" I then wondered just how much Mrs. Clark and Sarah discussed any of this stuff she had been doing, if at all. They had a much better relationship than I had had with my mom ... until the past weekend. I felt like I could talk to Mom now about pretty much anything. "Have you talked with your mom about her and Jamie any?" "A little bit..." "You can't stop there, Sarah." She half smiled at me. "We talked after she found out Jamie was my boyfriend. She told me in a roundabout way that the two of them had been having sex." "That had to have been a freaky talk." "She was cool about it. She wanted me to know, and she asked if I wanted it to stop now that we were a couple. At the time, I told her I needed to think about it some." "And did you talk about it again later?" "Yeah, later that same day. I told her I didn't mind. She asked me to tell her if I ever changed my mind." "Your mom is totally awesome. I wish I could've talked to mine like that when all of this started last year." Sarah replied, "That's the first time we've ever really discussed something like that. Remember, both of us were doing things we thought they didn't know about." I nodded at her. I then asked her, "Would you ever do a threesome with her and Jamie?" She looked at me wide-eyed for a few moments, and then seemed lost in thought. "I don't know," she said. "I did rub out a good one thinking about it one time though." "You are one perverted chica," I said. She just blushed. She then told me about one other time the following week when she got to spy on Jamie with her Mom. The first time was the most exciting though. "So, what are you going to say about the orgy to him now?" "I'm not sure," she replied. "It's cool to want to let him have some room to play sometimes, but not at your expense. If something bothers you, tell him!" I looked at Sarah studying her face. Then I asked her, "How are things with you and Jamie? Are you getting really serious with him?" "You know that we are a couple. And yes, I think I am, and I would like to think Jamie is feeling the same about me too." She looked at me, "Would you have been alright with Peter going to the orgy? Without you?" "Probably not, and I'd like to think I'd tell him so, and that he wouldn't go because he didn't want it to hurt me ... even if he pouted about it." "So have you and Peter talked about who the other can have sex with in detail?" Sarah asked. "We talked about ground rules for us." "And?" She looked at me expectantly. "It's okay for Peter to have sex with adults, his sisters, Kari and Julie ... and you. For me, it's adults, Mike, Derek, and Jamie, and girls." "Wow, you're certainly the generous one," Sarah teased. I snickered. She then stated, "You know Peter has never fucked me." Reaching to squeeze her hand, I told her, "It's cool if you do." I then added "But Peter and I also agreed that we could only date and hold hands with each other, and I want him to only make out with me. If Peter or I want to have sex with any other girl or boy, we have to talk about it first." "I don't want Jamie around Kari or Penny. I know he likes them both and has been in their cooters a lot," Sarah firmly stated. "And they don't seem to have steady boyfriends right now." Since Penny was Peter's sister, I didn't have that issue to worry about. I wasn't really concerned about Kari either, but I would have to keep an eye on her. She had never acted like she had romantic feelings for him though. "How about you, Sarah? Who do you want to have sex with?" She blushed when she said, "I think the Livingston family is enough for me!" "That's all?" I asked, a little surprised. "And Pam perhaps." "What about the Walcotts?" "Actually, Mel, I haven't been together much with them or the Rayners since I started to spend time with your parents. I guess I'd like to be able to if the opportunity came up." We were both lost in thought. Finally Sarah squared her shoulders. "I know you would've told Peter if you hadn't wanted him to go. It's not as easy for me sometimes though." I wondered for a moment if Sarah had a submissive side to her. I had never seen it in her while growing up together though. We both did things the other suggested, and if we didn't want to, we said so usually with no hard feelings. But maybe she was somewhat submissive when it came to sex. She had seduced me when she had been asked to, but she might have wanted to do that anyways. But, maybe that was why she wanted to spend so much time with my parents over the past year ... because she went along with what my parents asked her to do, not wanting to disappoint them. Maybe Mom hadn't picked up on that either, thinking Sarah was just more interested in sex than me. I planned to watch for that from Sarah from now on. "So, what about when you got to the campground? What was it like to be naked around a bunch of strangers?" Sarah curiously asked. "Well, first I got to meet Donkey Dick." "Huh?" "Sarah, the husband of the couple that owns the place has the biggest cock you'll likely ever see. The frickin thing is huge. It could put an eye out from across a room," I said, which amazed her. "A foot long?" "Probably. And it's the thickest one ever!" "Holy crap. Did you... ?" she curiously started to ask. "Are you kidding? My pussy puckered shut whenever it got within ten feet of me. I could've crushed rocks between my knees," I replied, which got us both into a giggling fit. "Then there was Jaw Breaker. He had the biggest balls. They hung down almost to his knees. Then there was Wooly Bully." "Let me guess ... he needed a wax job?" "He needed a bush hog. One of those your granddad has attached to his tractor to clear out overgrown fields." "Did you go to a campground or a freak show?!" she asked. "It wasn't just a bunch of circus goobers. There were some really cute guys, too." "Was there a lot of sex?" "There was no open sex. But I know people were hooking up with each other." "Did you?" "Yeah, with this one couple. They were the Pervitts." "They were the only perverts there?" she asked, a little puzzled. I laughed. "No, their last name was 'Pervitt'. When I first saw the husband, I nicknamed him 'Mr. Pervert' because he was perving on me." "You were putting on a show, weren't you?" she knowingly asked. "Of course," I said, preening silly-like. "And Mr. Pervitt was the pervert?" Sarah skeptically asked, grinning at me. "Takes one to know one," I jokingly defended myself. "So you had sex with him?" "Saturday night with both him and his wife." "Slut." "Don't be jealous." "I wish I'd been there." "Jamie wished you were, too. I had to tide him over until he could get home and get him some Sarah," I said, giggling. "You're so kind," she mocked being gracious. "It's what best friends are for," I matter of factly stated, which brought on another round of giggles. "So who were the cuties there?" Sarah asked. "Jennifer's older brother, Derek, for one," I said. "And you did the nasty together?" "Well, I sucked his cock while up in a fire tower. Peter, Julie, and Jennifer were up there too fooling around ... and all of that is just between the two of us." Sarah looked at me like I was crazy if I thought I even needed to say that to her. I giggled. "I got him good, too. He held my head tight when he came. And I don't like that at all. So I saved his cum in my mouth and then kissed him with open lips. He got his cum back from me." "So cool, chica," Sarah giggled. "Serves him right." "Did Jennifer ... wait ... no she's a lesbian ... or did she?" "No, she didn't do anything with her brother, Miss One Track Mind. She didn't do anything with Julie either." "Just thought I'd ask," she said, grinning. "You never know anymore." She did have a point. ------- We just sat there for a moment before Sarah spoke up again. "That was pretty wild what we did last night." "Yeah, wasn't it though?" I smiled. "Mom and Daddy weren't prepared for me to see them having sex with us kids." "They for sure didn't like for you and Jamie to see them like that." "They didn't have a chance with the Rayners here. And you almost bit Daddy's cock off." Sarah giggled. "Couldn't let him get away and spoil everything, could I?" I had to giggle too. Then more seriously I added, "And a lot has changed with my parents, too, Sarah." "So what has happened? How did things go between you and your mom?" Sarah asked. "I'm not even sure where to start," I replied. "That bad, huh?" "No, just the opposite! We got along great. We're talking to each other like never before." "Totally awesome! But, how did that happen?" "It started on the trip to the campground. We just started talking. The more we talked about things, the easier it got to talk about more things." "I know I'm biased, but your Mom is really cool. I'm glad you two are breaking down the wall that's been between you." "Chica, the wall was vaporized this past weekend." "Spill it, girl!" Sarah demanded. "Well, while in the car Friday she told me about what to do at the campground, the rules and what to expect. "So ... what else?" "She talked some about her old boyfriends, no details though, but I'm sure she'd tell me if I asked now. She told me about how close she and your mom were back then, and still are. She admitted going to strip clubs with Daddy. We talked about me and Jamie ... having sex." "Wow. That's surprising. What did she say?" "She and Daddy are apparently okay with it. She said there was no reason we couldn't talk openly about it." "I told you your mom was cool." "You're her little slut. You have to say stuff like that," I teased. She playfully pursed her lips. She knew I wasn't saying it to be hurtful. I half expected her to start doing the same when it came to me and her mom. I continued, "On the drive back she even told me I was lucky to have a big brother, since she was an only child." I looked at Sarah, "I know that is partly why you two are close, since you're an only kid too." "You're my twin sister," Sarah retorted. I hugged her tightly, but we both knew it wasn't quite the same. I swore to myself though that I would try to live up to being just as close and supportive as a real sister could be. "So Saturday morning, we woke up and Mom and I cuddled some. We talked more. We talked really good. She admitted that she had watched Peter and me fucking when we got married Friday night." Sarah sat there with her mouth open. "We even put on a show in the shower Saturday morning while Mr. Pervitt was there watching us. We very sensuously washed each other. It was more like a dance than anything." "You didn't! You're lying, chica!" Sarah exclaimed. "I'm serious, we did! Right in front of Mr. Pervitt, only I didn't know who he really was. I just knew he had stared at me in the pool the night before. On the drive back, Mom told me that she knew him." Sarah shook her head in disbelief. "We both needed a shower, especially since Jamie had an accident on Mom during the night." "Huh? An accident? What kind of an accident?" Sarah asked, befuddled. So, I told her about having watched Mom with Mrs. Walcott and Mr. Rayner just as they were getting back to the tent late the night before, Mom sleeping next to Jamie, him humping her butt, her opening her legs to let him rub against her pussy with him finally cumming between Mom's legs. "You know, Jamie never even woke up. Isn't that strange? And Mom told me that it wasn't the first time he has done that to her when camping, sometimes even with Daddy next to them." "Jamie did that?!" she asked, amazed. I nodded. "You better watch what your boyfriend does in his sleep!" I laughed. "And Jamie said not much had happened except the orgy," Sarah mused. I grinned. "It was so hot to watch, especially when Mom realized that I had seen everything. "Do you think Jamie would have tried something like that with his Mom if he had been awake?" "I don't think so," I seriously said. "He may have even thought it was you that he had snuggled up with." The slight grin on her face showed me that she liked the idea. "Mel, is it okay if I try to talk to him about it?" "It's cool but don't mention to him that I told you about it." Sarah chuckled. "I guess I'll just ask him if anything happened between him and his Mom." "I'd love to spy on that conversation," I grinned, tilting my head hoping she might actually let me. "You'd let me spy on you and Peter talking sometime as well?" she asked, more as a retort. I scrunched my lips. "It was a silly idea. And you know I would never spy on you talking unless you agreed." "I know," she replied, but gave me a stare that told me I better never do it. She then said, "I'm glad you and your mom are getting along a lot better. Last night she seemed a little freaked out about something though." There was no way I could tell her what was bothering Mom. "We are getting along much better. We had some really good talks about other things since last Friday. She opened up about a number of things." "I'm really glad for both of you," she sincerely told me. "Did you guys talk about me any?" "Yeah ... Mom told me pretty much everything. And last night, when I was already in bed, Mom and Daddy came into my room and we talked some more." "And you're cool with the things they said?" Gawd if she only knew what Mom had told me! "I'm cool." "You're not feeling ... you know..." she started asking. "Jealous?" "Yeah," she acknowledged. "Not really. Not like I had been before we talked." "Mel, I'll stop if you want me to." I would never ask her to do that, even if it drove me mad. I didn't think it would anymore though. "I don't want you to stop." "Why not?" she asked. "You just admitted to being at least a little jealous. How is this different than what you said about Jamie and the orgy?" "First of all, I'm not jealous of you. I've wanted Mom to include me in things, and she and Daddy promised that that will happen now." Sarah looked at me wide-eyed. "For real?" "Yes, for real. And second it's different because I ... it turns me on ... thinking about you and Mom together. I just wish I could be a part of it in some way." "Like a threesome? With your Mom?" she incredulously asked. "Maybe," I said coyly. "I even asked her if we could do Peter together some time." "That would be so fucking hot, girl!" I was a little surprised at how she liked the idea. "Is that why you asked about me and Jamie together with my mom?" "Yeah..." I admitted. She then amazingly asked, "Do you think your mom could be talked into it?" "I dunno, chica. You're the one that has had her tongue stuck up your cooch over the past year. You tell me," I jokingly replied. "I don't think she would. It's like she has some hang-up about you sometimes." "What do you mean?" "It's like she wants you to have fun and all, but she's seems to be afraid of something." I immediately knew what she was talking about. Mom had told me herself. She knew what I was capable of, and that seemed to scare her. She had drawn a boundary between me and Daddy. Apparently she had one for the two of us as well, but it didn't seem as well defined. Did Mom want to do more things with me like at the campground? She had gotten me off in the shower. She licked my butthole and fingered my pussy. We had kissed passionately while Jamie fucked me. She had kept things from going on too long though, but it was totally obvious she wanted to do some things with me. Was she afraid things would get out of hand if she did? I replied, "Maybe now that we're talking about things more easily now, maybe I can find out." "Would you really do a threesome with me and her?" "Yeah" I said, amazed I would admit that to her so easily. "You and your Mom? Wow, that would be too awesome," she enthusiastically said. "You're making another wet spot on my bed, aren't you?" Sarah replied with a playfully snarl. She then stated, "Seriously, I'd do it with the two of you. I'd even help to make it happen." "Mom did some sex stuff with me over the weekend," I coyly told her. "No fucking way!" she loudly exclaimed, and then covered her mouth, embarrassed. "Let's hang a big neon sign for the whole neighborhood," I teased her. "I'm sorry ... but spill it!" "I told you we washed each other for Mr. Pervitt. Well, we did more than wash each other. We did some serious touching." "Touched how?" "I told you we danced sensuously, but there was a lot more to it than that. We were rubbing our bodies together like lovers while using our hands to touch each other very intimately." "Wow." "Mom slowly washed my tits. Then she did my butt, slipping her hand between my cheeks to rub my butt hole. She placed her hand over my pussy and used her fingers to wash it. She played with my clit a little." I grinned shyly. "I came the whole time she was playing with my pussy." "Oh, my Gawd," Sarah softly exclaimed, one of her hands rubbing her own mound. "When it was my turn, I did much of the same to her ... except I pushed a finger a little way into her butt ... and then I slid a finger in her pussy ... and finger fucked her." Sarah started to have an orgasm as I told her that. "I then played with her clit some ... until she had an orgasm," I finished telling her. "God dammit, Mel! That is so fucking incredible!" she groaned as she continued cumming. "I can see that," I said, grinning at her as she squeezed her pussy tight while her orgasm peaked. "Sorry," she said embarrassed. "Don't be. I get off thinking about it now myself!" "What happened afterwards? What did she say about it?" "She was really cool afterwards. We had a great time talking about it while walking back to the tent. She even told me she was glad we did it." "Mel, your mom is so fucking cool." "I bet your mom would do it with you." "I dunno..." "If you were both in the same situation, she would. I'd bet anything. But, you would have to initiate it." "I don't know if I could be that daring." I scrunched my lips. I wasn't sure she could get up the nerve to do something like that either. I might have to help make something like that happen. "Well, I hope you can do something like that sometime ... with her or your dad," I told her. She started to protest, but then closed her mouth. We had done and told each other way too much to pretend something like fooling around with our own parents was beneath us. We were both quiet for a few moments. I was sure she was pondering the possibilities just like I was. I then told her about the talk Mom and I had about Jennifer. "Of course, Mom and I also talked about the situation with Jennifer. And Mom knows she's a lesbo." "You told her? Wasn't that breaking a promise?" "Mom overheard us talking and saw us the first time we had sex in an alcove at the lake. She told me she figured Jennifer was a lesbian after seeing us and thinking about the past few years." I looked at Sarah and took her hands. "Sarah, she really needs more friends. I told her a friend of mine was bisexual. She thinks I'm probably talking about Pam, and if not about her, then Penny. Peter sorta let on that someone in his family was into girls, too." "You want her to know about me?" "Would you mind?" "Chica, I've never hung out with her before." "She really is cool. You two would have a lot of fun ... and I'm not just talking about sex." "You mean I can't have sex with your new lesbian toy?" she asked, acting indignant. "You can lick her cooter all you want, sweetie pie ... and her pie does taste really nice," I wryly smiled. "But I think you two would be great friends, too." Sarah seemed to ponder what I was suggesting. I was asking her to let someone outside of us know she was bisexual. She was always more careful about leaping to decisions than me though. "If you think she can be trusted, then I'm okay with it." "She's really been through hell, Sarah. She's only attracted to girls. Imagine being like that, and being terrified that people at school will find out. And if they did, knowing they'd crucify you." "Yeah, I guess that's been really hard on her." "She didn't want to tell me she was a lesbian. She was crushing on me knowing she'd never have the courage to out herself to me, and risk the chance that I would turn on her." "So she's got lesbian skills?" Sarah asked, suddenly becoming horny ... again. "She's a natural, but needs some serious practice time," I joked. "She's got a really sexy body. She's seriously cute, and Gawd, I love her eyes! I know you two will become good friends." "Okay, I'm cool with doing it. So, when are you going to tell her about me?" "She's supposed to come over later. If you're still here, we can tell her together." "You just want to have a threesome," Sarah playfully accused me. "I know you too well, missy." I played coy, which only incited her to pounce on me. "You obviously had a fun weekend," Sarah amusingly stated. "Speaking of this past weekend, how was yours?" I asked her. She immediately began blushing. I immediately began grinning. "Spill it, girlie," I insisted. "I spent the weekend at my grandparents." "Your grandparents are cool. But that's not why you're blushing. You had sex, didn't you?" She nodded. "With whom?" I inquisitively asked. "Your father," she softly stated. What the fuck? My daddy? "Breathe, Mel." "Fuck breathing. How did you end up having sex with Daddy when you were at your grandparents?" "He came by to visit. He got through with what he was working on early Saturday afternoon, and drove over to visit yours and then my grandparents. He ended up staying the night with mine. About an hour after my grandparents went to bed, he slipped into my bedroom. We slept together the whole night." "Holy shit. He fucked you all night?" "Not all night, but for a few hours before we both went to sleep. Then he woke me up a while later and we went at it for maybe another hour or so." "He fucked you that long?" "We did a lot of oral, too ... in between. He gets off on kissing and making out. He's usually careful enough to not leave any marks on me though." "Seriously?" I asked, wondering if we were talking about my father or someone else. "He kisses me more than Jamie does ... and he likes to make out with me a lot!" "Do you think he's in love with you?!" I asked, trying not to show the panic I was beginning to feel. "No ... not really. He just gets off on it. He'll push himself as deep in my pussy as he can, and then hold it there while he fucks my mouth with his tongue." "And your grandparents didn't know or suspect?" "He left my room before they got up. So, I don't think they even thought about it." "What about the wet spots I'm sure you guys obviously made in the bed?" "Granny came in and changed the linen. I took the sheets off for her. She stripped all the other beds, including the ones in the bedroom your father was supposed to have slept in, and washed everything that morning." "On a Sunday?" "You know they don't go to church that often, if ever. They especially don't when I spend a weekend with them." "I know, but I thought they didn't do much of anything on Sundays except visit with people." I thought for a second about what Sarah had told me. "I'm just surprised Daddy would risk doing that in someone else's house is all. He must've been horny for his little slut," I teased. "Mel!" "Don't 'Mel' me. You know he went there hoping to fuck you." "Well, yeah..." "I'm not busting your girlie balls, it's just a fact. I'm not mad at you or anything." "Your father fucked me down in their basement later that morning ... and then out in their barn," she blurted out, as if she didn't want to leave anything untold. "Gawd! And I thought Jamie was a horn dog!" "Like father, like son," she said, grinning sheepishly. Then a thought popped in my head. I knew my parents were friends with Sarah's grandparents, mainly because Mom was best friends with their daughter while they grew up. I could easily see them inviting Mom to spend the night, but Daddy? It's not like he was their son or close relative. It just seemed odd that they invited Daddy to stay at their house like that. They were really nice people. For an older man, he was very handsome and his wife was attractive for her age, too. I had seen them a number of times when they had visited the Clarks, or I had gone with Sarah to spend the day with them. I had slept there with Sarah a few times in the past, too. When I was younger, I had even called him Granddad and her Granny a few times just like Sarah did. They were fun to be around when our families sometimes hung out together. From how Sarah described things, they likely didn't know Daddy had sneaked into her bedroom and slept with Sarah that night. "I guess you liked it too, huh? Having the Livingston guys humping you all of the time." "Yeah," she said, blushing. "I hope Jamie takes more after your father too." "Are you crushing on my daddy?" "No ... well, maybe a little. Mel, he really takes his time with me. The few times we've been alone for a night..." "You've spent the night with him alone before?!" I quickly asked, stunned at that revelation. She paused for a moment, apparently realizing this was a huge surprise for me. Did she think I had done something similar with her father? "Two other times ... after we lost our virginities. One time I went with him on a short business trip. It was the middle of June. It was just a one night stay over. We got there late on a Monday morning and left the next afternoon. He checked us in and left me in the room while he went to some meetings. We had a quickie before he left though," she said. I looked at her wide-eyed. "The hotel was super cool," she added. "We were in an expensive suite on one of the top floors." I shook my head in astonishment. If I hadn't been jealous before, I certainly was now! "He took me out to eat at a really nice place. Before we left the room though, he gave me this sexy bra and panty set to wear. It was really sheer and fit me perfectly. He said he bought it for me as soon as he knew I could go on the trip with him. He wanted me to wear it so he could take it off me when we got back." "Fucking amazing," I breathlessly whined. "At the restaurant, he told the person who seated us, as well as the waiter, that I was his daughter." I stared at her in total shock with my mouth hanging open. "Does it really bother you that much?" she asked. "No," I lied. It did, but it wasn't Sarah's fault. I didn't want her to feel bad about it. I added, "You've spent way more time with my father than I have with yours. I suppose it's natural that you two would be comfortable doing something like that." She looked at me closely. I could see the concern all over her face. "Mel, if you want me to stop..." "Shut up, Sarah! I don't want you to stop anything. I'm just being a big baby." Sarah said, "You're way more important to me. We're best friends." I sighed and took her hand in mine. "Don't stop anything. I mean it, chica." "I think I know what else is bothering you," she stated. I looked at her closely. She added, "You want to be that close to him, too." I nodded. "It's just that you can do things with him I can't ... because you're not his daughter." "I know what bothers you the most," she said, getting me to look at her closely. "He pretended I was his daughter in the restaurant." I sighed. It told her everything I was feeling. But I didn't want to dwell on it. So I asked, "Then you went back to the room?" "Yeah, we had sex in the hot tub..." "There was a hot tub?!" She paused for a moment. I could tell she was worried I was getting too upset. "Yeah." "Go on," I encouraged, trying to act like it wasn't bothering me. "We then had sex in this walk-in shower ... and then in bed." "Three times? I guess Daddy has got some stamina." "After we cuddled maybe an hour or so watching a pay-per-view porn movie, we then did it in bed again for a while..." Gawd, I was glad Mom wasn't in the movie. I'm sure Daddy would have turned if off though, if she had been. "Did you actually sleep any?" "Yeah, for a few hours before he woke me up to do it again," she shyly said. "Way to go Daddy," I sorta mumbled. It was all I could say. "We did it in the morning as well." "Did you fuck on the way home, too?" I asked pretty amazed. "I sucked him while he was driving..." "No wonder you like playing with him. Sheesh," I said, shaking my head in utter astonishment. No wonder Mom married him! "I'm sorry if..." "Dammit, Sarah. Don't be sorry!" I firmly stated. "I intend to see if your father is up to the task, too." She sucked in her lips as she thought about that. I bit my bottom lip thinking about it as well. "You said there was another time," I prodded her. "Yeah. It was the last Friday in June. Your dad had an appointment about an hour from his office. It was supposed to only last for a couple of hours in the early afternoon. He asked if I could go with him somewhere after that. I could. So he arranged things so that I could go with him to a lake house that belongs to a couple your parents are friends with." I never had thought to ask who owned the lake house they had told me about on the virginity scavenger hunt night our parents had set up. "He picked me up that morning and dropped me off at the mall to do some shopping. He gave me money to buy a really sexy swimsuit and underwear to show off in for him. I bought a really cute bikini for swimming in the lake, a real pretty lacy red bra and panty set, a micro mini-skirt, and some very low-cut tops." What the fuck! Daddy is handing money to Sarah like it's candy ... to dress up sexy for him, and I get fucking twenty bucks a week for an allowance for doing chores? I wasn't pissed at Sarah, but there was going to be some serious renegotiation with my parents concerning my wages! I made a mental note to research the child labor laws. I wasn't sure if I could get away with going on strike, if it came to that. But I had rights, dammit! "Mel, the lake house was beautiful. It was so spacious. They had a large outdoor and indoor hot tub! The pool was sweet too." A pool at a lake house? Why would you need a pool when you have the lake? "The house was very secluded. Privacy fences kept boaters from seeing anyone in the patio, hot tub, and pool areas. The people who own it have to be seriously wealthy. We skinny dipped in the lake Saturday night after it got dark. The water was cool, but we got warm in a hurry ... especially after he came in me laying on the edge of the shore as the water lapped over our legs." I kept staring at her, trying not to look upset as she continued. It was a great memory for her. I didn't want to spoil it by acting like a little kid about it. "I cooked for him that night as well. It's the first time I ever cooked a meal for anyone! It was just really romantic in a way," she dreamily said. I tried to remember what I was doing that weekend. Oh yeah! I was probably sitting around the house, without my best friend, eagerly waiting for my doctor's appointment the upcoming Monday to get on the pill. As I recalled, the highlight was probably a blowjob I gave Jamie each night. It was oh so romantic! I was wearing this really hawt Winnie the Pooh nightie I had had for a while. It was a Christmas gift from my grandparents, as I recalled. They only got me the sexiest things! It was even see-through in a tiny spot where I had ripped it accidentally a year ago. Jamie just couldn't control himself when he saw me in it ... for the thousandth time! I also remembered that Daddy didn't come home that Friday night, and Mom said he would be out of town all weekend. I was rather preoccupied though with the things I had discovered in my parents' bedroom that afternoon on video. "We were alone all weekend until we came back Sunday afternoon." "I suppose my daddy displayed his durability while there as well, huh?" "Mel, I don't know if he's taking medicine when we're together, but he can recover so quickly." "Did he take pictures?" "Nope, but he did videotape me some though." "I'll have to rent it sometime," I sarcastically replied. "And no, I'm not upset at you or anything." She grimaced at me a little. She knew it bothered me some. It wasn't her fault though. I pursed my lips and tried to shrug it off. "I'm sorry, Mel." Gawd, I didn't want her apologizing! "Don't say that, Sarah. You didn't do anything wrong. Nobody did. I'd have done it with your dad if he'd ever asked me. Like I said, we haven't spent that much time together like you and Daddy." "You must really think I'm a..." I cut her off, "A slut?" She nodded. "Sarah, embrace your sluthood. I have," I grinned. "I just don't want others thinking..." "I know, chica. I would never say something like that around our friends. But we know what we are, and what the other is doing. Face it. We're sluts. It doesn't bother me that you know it either." She lunged at me, embracing me. "You know you're my best friend ever," she said. "You're the sister I never had." "I love you so much, Sarah. Somehow I just know we'll always be best friends." We cuddled in each other's arms for a bit. "Sarah?" "Yes, dear?" she replied. I elbowed her slightly. "Does my mom or daddy ever get you to pretend to be someone?" "Sometimes. Why?" "Do either of them get you to pretend to be me?" "Are you asking me that because of what I told you your father said to that waiter?" "Partly..." I replied, letting things hang. She would probably know my other motivation for asking. "You mean other than the blindfold game. Remember, you pushed me to get your father to do that." "I know ... but ... have they done it themselves?" "Are you sure you want to know something like that?" "So they do then?" "Yeah, but only your Mom really did with me before the blindfold game. Your father seemed a little uncomfortable doing it as blatantly as your mom. This past Saturday night though, your dad really let go and got into it as much as your mom ever had, probably because we did it during the blindfold game." I wondered why it took Daddy longer to get into the role-playing. However, Mom was by far the more daring one of the two of them. "Does that bother you?" Sarah asked, shaking me from my thoughts. "It should, but it doesn't." "They're just role-playing is all, Mel. There's no harm in that." "Mom asked me about the blindfold game we did with Daddy," I stated, a little curious as to how she would react. "I didn't tell her you were there, Mel." "I know you didn't. She asked me if I was there." "And you told her you were?" she anxiously asked, already anticipating my answer. I nodded. "Oh, my Gawd!" Sarah exclaimed. "Was she pissed at you?" "No ... not really. Not about that. But she was when I told her I sucked his cock." "Jesus Christ, Mel! You actually told her that?!" "Yeah, we were being so open with each other up until that point. That's probably why she didn't freak out ... too much." "Seriously?" "She seemed to be more upset that I was doing something with her husband without her approval." "So she wasn't mad about the blowjob, just that you did it behind her back?" "Uh huh. Then she told me she better never discover that I let him fuck me." "Your mom is cool and all, but sometimes I don't understand her." "Tell me about it." "It's like she's hiding something, it seems," Sarah said, looking like she was trying to make sense of it. "Maybe I'm just imagining it though." "You're not, Sarah." "Huh?" "Mom is hiding something ... and I'm sure your mom is too. They're hiding something that involves the two of them." "What do you think it is?" Sarah asked, seriously curious now. "I dunno. Your mom says it's 'a big secret' that can destroy a lot of people." "And what we do know already wouldn't destroy a lot of people?" Sarah stated more than asked. I replied, "I'm just saying what your mom said is all." "You don't have a clue what it is?" "Nope. Whatever this big thing that can destroy the world might be is a mystery to me. I'm sure it involves sex in some way, but that's about it." "I can't remember your mom ever hinting at anything like that." "I pestered your Mom about it a few times." "That's because you're a pest, and I'm not." "I love you too, Sarah dear." "You know it's true, Mel. Once you get hold of something, you never give up until you know what you want to know." "I'm not that bad..." "Yes, you are. And it's partly why I like hanging out with you so much. You discover things way before anyone else ever would. You'd be great in the CIA or something." "I hear CIA sex is pretty wild with all the guns and international intrigue. I could maybe fuck Daniel Craig." "He's an actor, Mel, playing a British agent." "Makes a great cover story, huh? Who would ever think James Bond was actually real?" She shook her head at me incredulously. I just smiled sweetly. I then asked, "So, when you pretended to be me with Mom and Daddy before we did the blindfold game, how would it go?" "She had me call her 'Mom' ... and she'd call me 'Mel' while we had sex. She even got me to wear some of your clothes, especially after I wore your cheer uniform." That was a kick in the head. Mom was calling Sarah 'Mel' long before she ever called me that herself. But then, maybe she really wished Sarah was me? "Wow," I replied in surprise. And you did?" "Yeah, it was weird at first, but..." "What did you wear?" "Just some tops and a few dresses you like to wear ... and your panties out of the hamper." "So Daddy liked peeling my used panties off of you ... thinking it was me?" "Yeah..." "Would he sniff them?" "Both your parents did." Fucking incredible, I thought. "You got off on it, didn't you?" I asked her. "Yeah. It was seriously kinky." I scrunched my lips. "You're jealous, aren't you?" Sarah asked. "No..." "Mel..." I sighed deeply. "Okay, I'm jealous." "It was just role playing. Please don't be mad at me ... or them." "Would you be okay with me doing that with your dad? Having him sniff your dirty panties after he took them off of me ... smelling your pussy in them?" "Uhhh ... Would you want to pretend to be me with my parents?" "Why not? I think it would be seriously kinky." Sarah looked lost for a few moments. I wasn't suggesting doing anything different than what she had already done with my own parents. Was she now the one jealous? She finally said, "Are you thinking of doing it to get even with me?" I had to think for a moment. Was I? "Honestly, maybe. So I won't do it." "You won't?" "I won't do it to hurt you, Sarah. And it would. I can see it in your face." Her lips curled into a half smile, "I want you to do it, Mel." "No..." "Seriously, I want you to." "Why?" "It sorta turns me on thinking about it ... plus I know you wouldn't be doing it to hurt me if I asked you to." "Cool. But are you absolutely sure?" "I'm sure. In fact, I'll show you some of my panties that I bet Dad would like to see you in," she said with a conspiratorial look I had never seen before. "Oh, my Gawd, Sarah! You really are getting into this!" "I've had all the fun pretending to be you for your parents. It's only fair ... and it's making me totally wet thinking about my parents doing what yours have done with me." "You're such a little pervert, Sarah," I said, grabbing her and kissing her deeply. I then said, "You're getting wilder and more daring all the time. In fact, from now on I'm calling you 'Mini-Mel'." Saying that just got me pinched though. "I think you're a little obsessed with this role-playing though," she replied. "Maybe, but our parents are the ones that started all of this." "Are you mad at your parents?" she asked. "I'm not mad ... It's just that..." "You want to have sex with them, don't you?" Sarah blurted out. I looked at her unsure how to answer. I had fantasized about some things. I had even done some things on the spur of the moment. But did I really want to have a sexual relationship with my parents like they had with Sarah? "I'm not sure..." She hugged me, "If you do, it's cool. We'll probably go to hell for it, but that's never stopped either of us before." I asked her, "Would you want to with your parents?" "I dunno..." "That's where I'm at, Sarah. We've been doing so many wild things, but that would be huge. It would change things forever between me and my parents." "Scary, huh?" "I'm not scared to try it. I'd probably jump at the chance. The scary part is afterwards." I bit my lip thinking about it. "All of it scares me. But you've always been the most daring one. I have to be talked into things. You just jump right into stuff. Sometimes I get scared for you." I looked at her with newfound appreciation. I knew Sarah would always have my back. She knew I had hers too. ------- We finally got around to talking more about Peter. "I guess you and Peter had a lot of time to talk and get to know each other better," Sarah stated. "We talked about a lot of things. It's amazing what he already knew about me." "It doesn't surprise me." "He even knew my birthday and stuff. Isn't that cool? And I didn't know his." "When is it?" "Tomorrow and I don't have a gift for him. I don't know what to get him. And his parents invited me over for his birthday dinner." I was really upset. "Hello? Miss Dense? What would Peter like? Might he like to look at you just before he goes to sleep or first thing when he wakes up?" "But I can't spend every night with him!" "Right, and now you know your birthday present for him!" Sarah smiled with a smug expression on her face. I scrunched my face. "I still don't..." Suddenly it hit me. "Oh I think I just got it, stupid me, you mean a picture of me? For his nightstand?" "Good morning, Miss Intelligent." Sarah pounced on me and kissed me deeply. Suddenly Jamie opened the door. "I should have guessed I would find you here!" he said dryly. "I'm starving." Sarah looked up and said, "Hi, lover. Sleep well?" He grinned. "You made sure of that in the middle of the night!" "Who woke up who at 4am?" Sarah retorted, playfully huffing. Jamie grinned. "You didn't seem to mind." "Well, let's get cleaned up a little, kids, and get little Jamie some breakfast. He needs to keep up his strength, it sounds like," I chimed in. We went into the bathroom, the three of us together, cleaned up a little and went downstairs. I liked the camaraderie with my best friend and my brother. We all could make love to each other and not get jealous. It felt great. We hadn't bothered to get dressed. Being a nudist had its advantages. Mom was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee reading the newspaper. "Good morning, to all three of you." I went over to her, "Good Morning, Mom." She got a quick hug and a kiss from me. Jamie did the same. Sarah hesitated for a second, but I nodded to her that it was alright. Mom looked at me curiously. So Sarah also hugged Mom and gave her a lingering kiss on her lips. "Good morning, Andrea." "Good morning, sweetie. Do I taste my daughter on your lips? I thought I tasted you on hers." Sarah blushed. Jamie stood there with his mouth open. I smiled at them. "I had a great wake-up call this morning." Mom chuckled. "Yeah, your father and I heard that wake-up call all the way down here, my rather noisy baby girl." I just shrugged my shoulders. "I can't help it when she does me like that!" Mom laughed. "It seemed like we heard two wake-up calls this morning." Sarah blushed and shrugged her shoulders. Mom got up. "Grab some towels and I'll fix you breakfast. I made waffles for Greg. I made enough batter for all of you, too. Would you like that?" ------- We ate ravenously. The waffle iron barely kept up with our munching them away. There was some easy talking. It just felt great to be part of the group. As Mom turned off the iron and handed the last waffles to Jamie I remembered that I needed a birthday present for Peter. "Mom, I need your help, please!" I anxiously said. I quickly told her what I wanted. I knew if anyone could figure a way to make it happen, Mom would be the one. "Before I call a studio I know," she said, "I would ask you, Jamie, to clean up the tent and other outdoor stuff. And you," she looked at me. "I need you to help me with the laundry and other indoor cleaning later. I have asked Doris to come over around ten. She may want to talk to you, too, Melissa. Sarah, you are welcome to stay." "I promised my mom I'd come home after breakfast." Did I detect a sign of disappointment on Mom's face? "I'll call the studio." Mom stood up to get on the phone. I started to celebrate when she interrupted me. "Whoa, Mel. I didn't say it will work out." I was sure she would come through, though. Jamie went upstairs to shower and get dressed. Sarah stayed with me and was just as anxious to find out if her idea would work. Sarah then whispered to me, "She called you 'Mel'." "Yeah, isn't it awesome!" I whispered back. "She's never called you Mel before, has she?" "Saturday night was the first time." "What brought that on?" "I'll tell you later," I said as Mom got off the phone. She looked at me crooking her head, "You lucked out, missy. You have an appointment tomorrow at 1pm." "Is he gonna have time to do the prints?" I skeptically asked. "He uses a digital camera. You can pick out which ones you want on a monitor and get them printed before we leave. And he carries frames, too." "You are so awesome, Mom," I said, hugging her tightly. I then ran out of the kitchen. I had bounded about halfway up the stairs before realizing Sarah wasn't behind me. I needed to talk to her about Jamie and Mom tricking me Saturday night! So I went back to get her. As I looked around the corner into the kitchen, I saw the two of them passionately kissing. Sarah was holding Mom's face with both hands. Mom had one hand on one of Sarah's breast, the other on her butt pulling Sarah into her. They apparently didn't realize I had come back. "I missed you, baby," Mom told Sarah. "I missed getting kissed like this," Sarah answered, smiling. Mom laughed quietly. "I'm sure Greg kissed you like this. He told me you were a lot of fun Saturday night. I hope you had fun, too." "I just wish you had been there, too. It is even more fun with both of you. I like it when you kiss me while Greg fucks me. It makes my orgasms so intense." Mom laughed again. "I know, baby. It works the other way around, too." Sarah giggled a little and kissed Mom again. Then Sarah saw me, quickly turning her head. They both stood there, still in each other's embrace, too shocked to even move. I'm sure they both thought I was upset. I probably was for maybe a fraction of a second, but then I felt something else. I just acted on impulse. Before they could separate, I quickly sprinted over to them. I took Sarah's face with my hands and deeply kissed her. She was surprised at first, but got into it just as passionately as I did. When I pulled my mouth from hers, I firmly said to her, "Kiss Mom." She glanced at Mom and then back at me. Looking at Sarah, I tilted my head toward Mom while smiling. She took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss her. Mom was unsure of herself at first, but quickly got into the kiss as well. When they separated, I suspected they thought it was over. I quickly showed them it wasn't. I turned to Mom and leaned in to kiss her. She was reluctant though until I took her face with my hands and pushed my tongue between her lips. She quickly surrendered and returned as good as I gave. "Wow," I heard Sarah softly exclaim. I pulled away and took a deep breath. "Whew," I said, still recovering from what I done. I grabbed Sarah by the hand and pulled her with me to go upstairs. As I pulled her through the doorway, I quickly glanced back and saw my exasperated Mom shaking her head, but she was smiling. As we went upstairs, "Mel, I can't believe you just did that!" "Seriously?" I asked. "Okay, you got me there. But wow!" "I need to tell you something else about the weekend. So, I just thought of the quickest way to get you away from Mom without pissing off either of you for interrupting your intimate moment together." I think Sarah was surprised at just how intimate Mom and I had become. Well, intimate for brief moments anyways. It was going to take some time for her to take it all in and ask the questions I'm sure she had now. But we would have plenty of time. We jumped on my bed and looked at each other before we broke down laughing. Sarah was the first to recover. "Mel, I just cannot believe what is happening with you and your mom," she exclaimed. "Wait until you hear what I have to tell you, and you'll really not believe you know anything about my mom and me anymore." "Right now I am ready to believe anything." "You asked about Mom calling me 'Mel'?" "Yeah." "It happened Saturday night after the orgy. Mom and Jamie came back to the tent around two in the morning when I was already sleeping. Both were pretty wasted with booze and some other stuff. Jamie had a boner you wouldn't believe. And that was even after the orgy." "You've just got to be joking!" "No. I'm not. Mom said Jamie had taken a Viagra and couldn't get soft. Like a dope I believed them and when Mom asked me to fuck him I did. That's the first time she called me 'Mel'. She stuffed a couple of fingers in my pussy to get me ready to take Jamie's cock, and when he fucked me Mom licked my butthole. Finally just before we both came she kissed me like make-out type kissing." "Wow, chica. That's so totally hot," Sarah said awestruck. "She even continued kissing me when Jamie and I both had come, squeezing my tits. When I started to feel hers, she snapped out of it and everything stopped." "You making out with your mom while your brother is fucking you, no wonder the wall is gone," Sarah said softly. "I am happy for you and your mom." "Wait, I'm not finished. Sunday on the drive home she admitted that she had tricked me. Jamie had dared her to play with him." "He did what?" Sarah's eyes got real big. "She had kissed him and almost stroked his cock at the orgy, but couldn't because another lady was sucking it at the time. But, on the way back to the tent afterwards, he dared Mom to actually do what she began to do during the orgy. So, she started kissing him and stroking his cock." "She did that out in the open?" "She said they were on the path between the house the orgy was at and the campground," I said. "No one could see them without her noticing them in plenty of time. So, after kissing and jerking his cock for a while, he still wasn't close to cumming, but his hard-on wouldn't go down. So, she started giving him a blowjob, hoping that would get him off quickly." "Are you fucking serious?" she asked, completely incredulous at what I had told her. "That's what she told me! But Jamie still was taking too long to cum, and Mom was too scared to keep trying, afraid somebody might catch them. So she didn't finish him off and Jamie still hadn't gone soft. That led to her tricking me into taking care of my brother's boner, blaming the Viagra for it!" "And Jamie said not much had gone on. I have to have a little talk with my boyfriend to jog his memory." Sarah shook her head for a minute. Sarah then grabbed my head and kissed me. Our tongues met and we sucked on them, but it was more tenderly and softly. We were best friends and we could share everything, even stuff about my mom. Sarah finally broke away. "I've got to get home soon," she said. "Mom has some chores for me to do. And she'll be pissed if I don't get them done today." "Let's shower together, if Jamie left any hot water for us," I suggested. We washed each other thoroughly. But it was more like two best friends doing something nice to each other rather than doing something sexy. Sarah went to Jamie's bedroom to get her clothes, and I went to mine to get dressed. A little later Sarah and Jamie stopped by my room. Sarah said, "Mel, we're going over to my house for a while." "Cool. Remember though that I want you to hang out with me and Jennifer tomorrow morning." Jamie asked, "Are you girls gonna seduce Jennifer?" "Shut the fuck up, Jamie! Does everything have to be sex with you? Gawd!" I chastised him. Of course, it was all about sex ... at least trying to get Jennifer hooked up with another chick. "You better get home again soon so you can clean up the camping gear, dear brother." "Whatever. I'll be back in time to do my chores. If you are gonna try to seduce her, good luck!" he sneered. "If you ask me she is a cold fish." Sarah playfully popped his arm. "I'm gonna wear your cock out when you come over later this afternoon to my house. You'll be too sore to even think about Jennifer's pussy." I walked Jamie and Sarah out of the house just as Doris arrived. I smiled at her. She winked back. It was obvious to me she was here to talk about the weekend with Mom. I hoped I would have a chance to talk to her as well. I was sure they would want to have some privacy for a while though. "Melissa, you're leaving?" she asked. "No, ma'am. Jennifer is coming over this afternoon." "I'll be inside with your Mom for a while," she said, touching my shoulder. She was subtly telling me she wanted to talk to me too. ------- Chapter 35 I stayed outside a little. It had rained during the night and the air smelled fresh and clean. I breathed deeply and kicked a couple of pebbles around. There were so many thoughts running through my mind. Daddy taking Sarah on trips, buying her sexy clothes and fucking her passionately, Mom being so intimate with Sarah, my parents making Sarah pretend to be me, me suddenly having a boyfriend, having Jennifer as a new friend but having to protect her secret, being able to talk openly with Mom and Daddy... I had found out so much and a lot had happened to me during the last few days. It seemed my list of things to digest was endless. I had wanted to be included and know about all those friggin secrets, but now I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. There had been a different world right under my eyes and I had not been allowed to see it. I looked at our house and at the garden around it, all that was still the same. But I had a feeling that I had been thrown into a different universe. I walked back into the house to the entrance of our family room. Doris and Mom both had a cup of coffee in their hands and were sipping it from time to time. They hadn't noticed me as they continued their conversation. " ... didn't know if I could make it home, my tears were running freely, I almost had to pull over," Mom said. She wasn't too happy. "Why on earth did you have to tell her what we did in college? Was that really necessary?" "Wouldn't have been if you had talked to your daughter," Doris rather testily replied. It was the first time I had ever heard them being less than friendly with each other. "But did that change anything?" Mom asked her. "You didn't see your daughter in the Rayner's backyard," Doris replied defensively. "She got thrown into the scene. She was around naked people who had been nudists for some time. She looked like a lost puppy with no friend in the world." "That's not what I heard. She had a ball," Mom strongly objected. "She got balled alright, but you and Colleen kept so much from her that she was determined to find out what was going on, no matter what. And when she talked to Maggie Sunday morning after Bradley and I had left, she didn't get any straight answers either. So she was extremely pissed off and upset." It was upsetting me hearing the two of them like that. I decided it was time for me to do something. "Doris is right, Mom," I softly said, still standing in the entrance of the family room." "Melissa..." Mom started to say. I interrupted her, "She wasn't trying to hurt you or anything by telling me what you had done in college. She was trying to get us to be closer to each other. And it did work." Mom looked as freaked out as she did the day before. I walked over and sat by her. "That day, when she told me about you and her doing porn, I was freaking out about you and Daddy, and the things you were hiding from me ... specially the stuff about Sarah. Nobody was talking to me. Everybody tried to deceive me. That's why I got so mad." Mom looked confused. She obviously didn't know all about that Sunday morning. "If Doris hadn't talked me down off of that ladder and taken me to her house to speak to me, things would've gotten really ugly that morning between all of us." "What ladder?" Mom asked looking at me. She turned to Doris, "What is she talking about?" I turned to Doris, wondering if I had just gotten my butt in trouble, and asked, "You didn't tell her what I did that morning?" "Other than sneaking home? No. But I think you're going to have to now," she sympathetically smiled. I was glad she hadn't ratted me out. I had been almost on the roof when she had stopped me. "What were you doing with a ladder, young lady?" I cringed at the way she asked me. She was in full Mom mode. I took a deep breath, and said, "I snuck away from the Rayners early that Sunday morning to come back here to confront you and Daddy with Sarah." "I knew that, but what does that have to do with a ladder..." she said before pausing. It dawned on her just what I had tried to do. "Melissa, you could've broken your neck!" I squeamishly shrugged. "The house was locked up and I didn't have my key with me." Mom sighed deeply, shaking her head in frustration. "It's a wonder you've lived to be thirteen." "What can I say, Mom. I'm stubborn." She groaned, but put her arm around me, pulling me to her so she could kiss my forehead. Doris said, "You see what I mean. Melissa was almost on the roof already. Luckily Maggie called me quick enough and I caught her that morning before things became a real mess or she got hurt. After that, I felt I had to do something drastic before your situation became even worse." Doris and Mom sipped some coffee. Doris then spoke softly, "With so many people either hiding things from her or deceiving her, how was I to get her to trust me? I did have to tell her some major secret about you, Andrea." Mom took a deep breath and sighed. She then asked, "Who wants to tell me what all happened that morning?" Doris and I both took turns filling her in with the details. Mom was amused at our antics on the back steps and on the drive over to the Thomas's house. I explained just how I felt when Doris told me about the porn movies. I looked at Mom, "I know you were scared that you would lose my respect. I guess most daughters would be mortified to find out their mom had done the things you did. I already admitted I was shocked at first, but it didn't change the way I felt about you. I got over the shock really quickly. Just ask your friend." I then looked over at Doris, smiling at her. Doris smiled supportively at Mom. "She did. And we watched several of mine and your movies." Mom sighed sullenly. She realized her good friend had done what she felt had to be done. And as far as I was concerned, it had worked! I think Doris understood Mom was also unsettled about the things I had tried that morning. Because we hadn't been communicating, I had done some seriously stupid things. And it took someone I had spent little time with before that weekend to get me to at least try to break down the wall between Mom and me, to break it down before more damage was done. She reached for Mom's hand, "You both have done a great job in a short amount of time to become much closer. I'm just glad I could help facilitate it. But you both get all the credit for making it happen." They both squeezed each other's hand. Mom said to Doris, "You seem to have gotten very close to my daughter as well. She's lucky to have a friend like you in her life." "She's an amazing girl. When I'm around her, I almost want to be thirteen again," she said. Doris then stressed, "Almost." Mom snorted. Doris then said to her, "It's a different world for them today compared to when we were teens. I've enjoyed spending time with Mel, and teaching her some things about life as you and I knew it." Mom stated, "I'm sure Melissa has benefited from your talents as well." "Come on, Andrea, don't make fun of it. Besides, your daughter was very talented already," Doris added, grinning. "Colleen and Maggie can be thanked for that. Plus, I think she had a good bit of practice from two of her best young friends. And I wonder where one of them got her practice." Mom blushed as they both looked at me. I blushed, too, pursing my lips. We sat together quietly for a short time. I looked between the two friends. I felt bad I had been the cause of the stress between them. I said apologizing, "I'm sorry I caused you both so many problems ... and I hope I haven't hurt your friendship." Mom replied, "You haven't hurt a thing, sweetie. Through everything that's happened, I rediscovered just how much I treasure having Doris as a best friend." I started smiling as I said, "I think you two are the ... bees' knees." Doris snorted a quick laugh. Mom smiled as she looked between the two of us. Mom asked, "Are you polluting my daughter with your silly old sayings?" "Just a few..." Doris replied, shrugging. "Blame my own mom for polluting me!" "I guess worse things could happen to her," Mom joked, getting a feigned indignant look from her friend. "You know, Andrea, I had faith in both of you to figure things out. I knew Mel could handle what I told her. If anything, she's jealous that you got to do those things." "That's what terrifies me," Mom said, with a pained expression. "Well, Mom, it's in your best interest to be my mentor then. I mean, Doris can't pick me off roofs or ladders all the time." I grinned big time. Mom chuckled, "You don't really want me watching you all the time, do you?" "Uhhh..." "Too late, sister," Mom stated, smiling smugly. Well, it was sorta what I wanted. Be careful what you ask for, someone once told me. After a quiet moment, I asked, "Mom, what if I told you I wanted to be a porn actress during the summers when I go to college?" Mom sighed deeply and looked down. I think she understood better than anyone that I wasn't just asking a silly question, that it wasn't a playful joke. She knew if the opportunity were there for me when I went to college that I would very likely seriously consider doing porn. "Honey, I love you so much. I hope you'll make better choices than I did." "Do you regret what you did?" She looked away, lost in thought for a long moment. "I was lucky. It worked out okay for me. I had a great friend with me," she said, reaching over to squeeze Doris' hand. "We had someone who looked out for us, and kept us from letting things spiral out of control." She paused for a second. "A lot of girls get into porn hoping to make a lot of money. Most don't. Most aren't even mentally prepared for what they will go through. You literally become a sex object to be exploited by producers and directors to make the most money they can. The girls that show the best potential for making money long-term get taken care of better. The rest are basically used and discarded. There are plenty of girls to step in to take their place. Many girls only do it once and quit because they can't handle it. Others lose themselves as they keep pushing the limits hoping they'll make it big. But as I said, only a handful of girls have the potential to go beyond a few years." She sipped some more coffee before continuing. "Doris and I did it for three summers. She was ready to give it up after she graduated. I got hooked on it, especially the money. I was seriously thinking of doing it full-time for as long as I could. But then I met your father. I fell in love. Deeply, like I had never been in love before. My priorities dramatically changed. In hindsight, I was one of the lucky ones that had some real success doing porn, but was able to walk away before it devoured me." She took a deep breath. "And also in hindsight I have to say that meeting your father was the best thing that happened to me." "Did Daddy ask you to stop doing porn?" "No, sweetie, he never had to. I knew it was either him or porn. It was an easy choice that I've never regretted." "So sweet," I stated. "Did you have any serious boyfriends before Daddy?" "My boyfriends rarely lasted beyond a month or two. I was too busy enjoying the wild things I was into during my teen years and while in college. I told you before that I was having sex with a lot of people, and with some of them I shouldn't have. Guys, especially teens, generally aren't wired for sharing their girlfriend with others." "I guess I'm lucky to have Peter," I replied. "You are, but you also have boundaries that you haven't pushed too hard against yet. You have had sex with people that I trust. Because of that, you're far from the girl I was at your age." "Because Grandma didn't set boundaries for you?" "For the most part, no. But I don't blame her ... or Granddad either. Neither of them understood or comprehended what I was capable of." "Does Daddy understand me?" "He understands you through me. It's why he's yielded to me when it comes to your involvement with sex." "What do you mean?" "He trusts my judgment. If I think it's too soon to expose you to something, based on how I think you would react, then he trusts me. He knows you'll push things for the thrill of it ... just like I used to do at your age." "Is that why you didn't want me at the orgy?" She nodded. "That was one of several reasons. I already explained the age limit, that your father wasn't with me, and that I didn't know everybody there. But also I didn't think you were ready for that. Sweetie, so much has happened so fast for you. You'd been experimenting with Sarah, Colleen, Bob, Pam, and Jamie since last summer until this past month. Your experimentation exploded after you went on the pill. You might not have gone out looking for a lot of it, but you didn't exactly shy away either. Much of the time, you joined right in with little hesitation." She was spot on with that. "If I had let you start having sex in orgies with people you didn't actually know, I wasn't sure I could keep you from letting it get out of hand. Look what happened with the Pervitts. You were flirting with Tom, and within a day's time you were having sex with him and his wife without me knowing what was going on. I know I can't control everything that might present itself to you, but I'll do what I can." "Mom, you make it sound like I'm some nympho slut that will fuck anyone," I said, feeling a little insulted. "Not anyone, but more than most girls would. Honey, I'm not trying to insult you. You are who you are. I know who I am, and I see myself in you. You could easily be my clone or twin sister. If I'm insulting you, I'm insulting myself as well." Mom looked at Doris, "We both see it in you, and Doris didn't even know me at your age." "Okay. So. I'm a slut." "Oh, Mel, cut that out. You're a beautiful young girl that isn't hung up about sex. I don't have a concern with that. What does concern me is that you're too daring and impulsive. People will take advantage of that, especially adults who understand that but don't care about you." Mom grabbed me and pulled me to her tightly. "Yes, you're a very precocious girl who enjoys sex. It's my job to see that you don't get hurt." "So, it's cool that I'm a slut?" "Does being a slut have to be a bad thing?" "Around my friends at school, it is." "Then you understand that with being a slut comes great responsibility," Mom said. It was a sobering thought. Mom held me to her for the longest time. Doris kept watching us. "Mel, your next three to four years are gonna be very important to you. You're going to learn a lot about life, much more than other girls. I'll be here for you. I hope you'll feel like you can discuss anything with me," she said. "I have watched out for you in the past and I will try to as long as I can. But when you graduate from high school and go to college, you're going to face a lot of temptations. You technically will be an adult with adult responsibilities. But your father and I will always be there for you to talk to, ask for advice, or help you when you crash." She took a deep breath. "But it also means you will have to make decisions concerning what you do with your life. If you want to do something like porn or prostitution, I hope that you will talk to me beforehand. And I will do my best to make sure you understand what you are getting yourself into. But it will be your choice." Doris suddenly got up. Very softly she said, "I think I'll leave you two alone to talk." "Don't go," I earnestly said. Mom slipped away from me and stopped Doris by taking her hand. "You don't have to leave." I had never seen Doris look the way she did. She looked very vulnerable. Not like when she was concerned about me when I discovered her and Pastor Thomas at the Rayners. This time she looked like she was about to cry. Mom pulled her down and motioned for me to sit on the other side of Doris. "Is this about... ?" Mom asked. I had no clue what she was asking her. Doris seemed to understand though, and nodded. "What's going on?" I anxiously asked, looking between the two of them. Mom replied, "Melissa, let us have some time alone right now." I slowly stood up and took a step toward the door. Doris quickly reached out and grabbed my hand. "She can stay, Andrea. She knows." I stood there still puzzled what they were referring to. Doris forced a smile, which I quickly figured was for my benefit so I would calm down. She then said, "Mel, my job here is done." "Your job?" "You and your mother. I was determined to get you two talking, actually being a mother and daughter." Oh shit. I realized what was going on. "This is about you not being able to have kids, isn't it?" She nodded. "I'm sorry I'm acting like this..." she said, now fighting back tears. Gawd it had to suck not being able to have kids. It's something I had never really thought about, and just took for granted. It can really suck to be an adult sometimes. Maybe I should stay thirteen forever. Mom said to her, "You have nothing to be sorry about." She pulled Doris to her, trying to be a best friend. I sat back down beside Doris. "Remember when I asked you why you couldn't be my mother? I think it would be neat to have two mothers. Your job here isn't done yet by a long shot." I then snickered, "And Mom probably would be glad to rent me out to you really cheap from time to time." I knew I was taking a chance at joking about it. Fortunately for me, they both chuckled. "She'd probably give you money to take me for a few months." Doris put her arm around me, "If I had a daughter, I'd wish she would be just like you." "Seriously?" I very skeptically asked, cocking my head with my eyebrows raised. "Yes, seriously. You are all kinds of fun." "You realize I'm prone to climb ladders to break into houses, climb up dilapidated fire towers, and..." I paused, looking at Mom. " ... other stuff that I best not mention right now with Mom in the room." They both smirked at me. I tried to act innocent of anything else majorly bad, but they weren't buying it. Doris replied, "I'd pay top dollar for you." I looked over at Mom and acted all smug and shit. Mom added, "I think I could use a break from time to time. So, anytime you want to take her for a day or month, just let me know." I snarled and stuck my tongue out at her, which just got me the same in return. Doris looked at Mom, "You're doing a terrific job with her. And if she ever decided to be a porn actress, I bet you'd be right there with her making sure she didn't get hurt." I responded, "I've decided I don't want to be an actress." "Yeah?" they both asked in unison. "Well, I've already starred in enough porn home videos. So, I'd rather try being a director." Doris quickly replied, "Honey, you can't just decide to be a director. Most of them had been doing porn for years beforehand." "Well, if I can't be a director, I'll be a pole dancer," I stated, wondering if one of them would admit to already doing that. "A pole dancer, huh?" Mom asked. "I've got a dancer's body," I replied, standing up and twirling around silly-like. "Sweetie, pole dancers don't dance like that," Doris replied. "So, you guys can take me to some strip clubs so I can learn." "Well, we've got about five years before we'll have to worry about that," Mom said to Doris. I was amazed that she so easily underestimated me like that, but Doris was back in a good mood. So I wasn't going to complain. "How about this instead," Doris said. "If you really want to try directing, we'll work on a screenplay together, and then we'll do a movie." "Seriously?!" I excitedly asked. "Uh oh," Mom groaned, shaking her head, while Doris nodded. "So cool!" I stated, grinning. "Doris, you're creating a monster," Mom wryly said. I just gave her a wide grin in response. Mom shook her head and stated, "If you do that, then I get free lap dances when you become a stripper." She was trying to shock me. It did a little, but the idea was ... intriguing. "And red carpet treatment at all of your movie premieres," Doris joined in. "Anything for my adoring fans," I elegantly said. "See, Doris? A monster." I just smiled sweetly. "At least she isn't talking about being a call girl." "I think I could scare her away from that with just a few stories," Mom said, and snickered at Doris. I bounced up and down between them. "I love stories! Tell me one." Mom leaned close to me. She had a devious look on her face as she said, "Ask her about the guys peeing on her." My eyes went wide as I looked at Mom, and smiled. She had hinted that Doris had done something like that. "Uh ... Doris?" I said, smiling sweetly while turning to her. Doris looked at Mom like she wanted to pee on her. She was more embarrassed than mad though. "Andrea, I could've gone the rest of my life without ever telling this to anyone else." Mom grinned. "So could I about my past ... But..." I could tell Doris really didn't want to tell me. It must have been seriously gross. Mom noticed the same as well. "You don't have to..." Mom said before Doris interrupted her. "No, Andrea. You get your revenge. And you've been more than open with Melissa just like I wanted. It would be hypocritical of me if I don't do the same." I was keeping my mouth shut. I soooo wanted to hear this story! A very embarrassed Doris explained about this one guy who liked to hire her to do watersports, which was just a nicer way of saying 'someone pissing on someone else' for a sexual thrill. She elaborated on what it involved. "Basically, the guy wanted me to sit in the middle of a playroom on a big piece of plastic while he and a few friends pissed all over me. They'd want me to hold my mouth open so their pee would go inside, but I did my best not to swallow. It was impossible to completely avoid though." "You didn't blow chow?" I asked, totally shocked she would let someone pee in her mouth like that! "Blow chow?" she asked me. "You know ... puke, barf, hurl." "You're nothing if not colorful, Mel." I wasn't sure if I was being insulted or not, but I let it go. She then answered the question, "No, I didn't 'toss my cookies'." "Nice one," I grinned. "I'll have to remember it." Mom snorted, while Doris shook her head smiling. Doris continued, "Anyway ... the guys would sit around naked, constantly drinking a lot of water so they could keep their juices flowing. One of them seemed to always be pissing on me though. Some got off on pissing into my spread open pussy. Most others just got off peeing on my face and tits. I got cold after a while from sitting in all that piss." "Are you into that kinda thing?" "It's a kinky thing to do ... sometimes." "You still do it?!" "Not often," she replied, and then demurely smiled. "Fuck me," I breathlessly whined. I never thought anyone would get off on having something like that done to them! "It's not for everyone, sweetie. And it's not something I'll get involved in except maybe once every few years or so." "You'd let me pee on you?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted an answer though. "Not if you're going to be grossed out about it." "Yeah, I'm sorry that I'm being insulting." "Oh, Mel. You're acting just like anyone would the first time they hear about it. It's obviously something most people would not do." "I guess it could be kinda wicked to do ... if the pee didn't smell too strong." "Hey, Andrea! I think she might be getting interested!" "And this surprises you ... why?" Mom asked Doris, smirking. "Are you sure you've never had anyone piss on you, Mom?" "No," she bluntly said. "Pussy," I told her. Doris laughed. Doris explained that she did this twice while hooking before stopping. The money was great. She was paid $2,000 for a doing a group session for two hours. That kind of money sure made me wonder if I might want to do it. They say everyone has a price! "There's something I do want to show you, so let's go to my bedroom..." Mom stated, getting up. We went upstairs and sat on the bed. "Hey, we are nudists, aren't we?" Doris exclaimed. "So let's get undressed." We quickly jumped out of our clothes. Mom went into her closet. She then reached up on the top shelf and opened an old hat box that once had belonged to my great grandmother, taking a key out. I would have never thought to look for something like the key in there. We were told if we damaged the hat that we would be killed in a horrifically slow way, and then we would be grounded to our rooms forever except for one meal a day. Of course that was impossible, but Mom might have found a way. In hindsight, it was the perfect threat to keep us from ever looking for a key in it. She turned back toward me, "Now that you know where I keep the key. Promise it will stay a secret." "I promise, but who all knows where you hide it?" "Your father, Colleen, and Doris." "Sarah?" "No, and don't you tell her." "Jamie?" "Nuh uh," shaking her head. "Same goes with him." "So cool," I said, smiling. "I thought you'd think like that," she replied, grinning. Mom pulled out a video from one of the pissing sessions. The client had filmed some of it, and given Doris a fifteen minute 'highlight' version. She had made a copy for Mom. None of the faces of the men present were shown, but Doris' was. I stared intently as this half-hard cock started whizzing into Doris' face. Another one took its place moments after the first guy finished, which took some time. He pissed a gallon it seemed like, some of it going in Doris' mouth when she would open it slightly. Before long, her face, hair and the rest of her body was wet with piss. I thought I was going to gag when this one man stepped right up to her face, and with his prick just inches away from her open mouth, filled it with pee for almost a minute. It was pretty much all draining out of her mouth. I guess she was able to shut off the back of her mouth well enough that it wasn't going down her throat. Occasionally she would blow it out of her mouth like she had just gotten her head above the water in a pool. But there was no way she wasn't swallowing at least some of it after he stopped. Doris explained to us that she had been told to avoid spitting it out in a crude way. She was to pretend she had no problem with any of it. Discovering that the sessions were being recorded, and that the videos were possibly floating around spooked her into not doing it anymore. She mentioned it to Heather who told her she would take care of it, and she didn't have to do it again. By then, I had had enough of watching it ... and even talking about it. I was now like Mom. There was no way I was ever going to do it. Fortunately, Doris changed the subject to something that put the spotlight back on Mom. "Remember the orgy we went to when we had been hooking only for a few weeks?" Doris asked her. "Yeah, the one with those company big wigs and that fat assed politician. Oh, my God! He was such a slob! He was so drunk. He almost didn't get it up. And then he took forever cumming." "You shouldn't be so hard on the Senator. He sure took a special liking to you." Doris playfully reminded her. "Yeah, and I had to do all the work on him to get him hard enough to fuck me." "It looked like a labor of love to me," Doris joked, laughing as Mom pounced on her. They got into some serious make-out kissing. Their hands were freely roaming over the other's body. I got seriously turned on seeing those two friends making out in front of me. After a couple of minutes they fell apart lying on their sides facing each other, their faces flushed. "He was calling you 'sweet pea' and 'dolly'," Doris said, suppressing a laugh. Mom just fell over on her back, and said, "I sure earned my money that night." They both giggled. Mom lifted her head to see me trying to suppress a laugh, which wasn't working. "Your day of reckoning is coming, Melissa Livingston," she warned me, but she wasn't mad at me. I knew she would find a way to playfully embarrass me at some point with something. "You had it easy that night, Doris," Mom told her friend. "Oh yeah, sure. I got fucked raw by all those other guys." "Oh boo fucking hoo," Mom sarcastically replied. After the two ladies sat back up and smiled at each other as only two close friends can, Mom then said to me, "So, you can see that the life of a prostitute is often not very glamorous, even for the expensive ones." Doris added, "And neither is being a porn actress." "Yeah?" I inquisitively asked. "Well, for instance," Doris began. "The polished movies that people rent or buy are often the result of a lot of editing." "I'm sure always giving the right angle and stuff can be hard," I noted. "It's not just that, honey. Sex is rarely a graceful thing to begin with. Just getting into position can lead to some unfortunate events." "Like what?" "Like an actress leaning over so an actor can rim her ... and just as the filming begins, she can't hold back a fart." "No way!" I exclaimed, leaving my mouth hanging open. "Did you do that?" "Not me, but a well-known actress during that time did as I waited to later join them in a threesome." "Oh ... my Gawd," I muttered. "Diet becomes a big thing when you're performing like that on camera. You have to remember you've got a waste disposal facility and playground utilizing the same property," Doris stated. "I'd be totally humiliated!" "The actor sure wasn't happy about it. In fact, he cussed her out." "Did that happen with either of you?" I asked. "Fortunately, not. Pussy farts not included," Mom grinned. My mouth hung open listening to the two of them. Doris added, "There was this one time your mother was making all kinds of pussy farts. It had everyone on the set doubled-over laughing at one point." "The guy was letting too much air get up in me with his strokes!" Mom defended herself. Doris then said, "Remember the actor who brought his chihuahua to the house where part of the video was being shot? And the dog wouldn't let anyone hold it during the shooting?" Mom replied, "Yeah, and the director wasn't happy when it started barking and tried to jump up on the couch with the actor and me in the middle of a money shot." I bit my lip as I continued to just lie there staring while the two of them reminisced. Finally Mom said to Doris, "I think she's enjoying this too much." "Don't stop!" I pleaded. "I'm seriously learning how unglamorous being a porn actress can be," I stated, trying not to giggle. "Uh huh," Mom said, rolling her eyes. But they kept right on ... each of them taking turns. "Then you have some bizarre things that you just don't expect," Mom started. "Like this one guy who shot like a pint of cum with his first spurt directly into the back of the mouth of this actress. She was coughing and gagging through the rest of the scene." Doris added, "Remember that time when that actress was deep throating, and the guy came so much that semen actually drained out of her nose! She couldn't easily pull away because another guy was fucking her from behind." I scrunched my nose at that. I had had milk come through my nose once. It wasn't fun at all. Mom added, "Or the time the guy was supposed to blow his load on an actress's face, and his first spurt when right up into her nostril?" "I think she was blowing cum out of her nose the rest of the day!" Doris replied, both of them laughing. "And then you have the mishaps with the props," Mom said. "Remember the couple that were fucking on this table, and it broke, collapsing to the floor? The director just told them to keep fucking and ignore it." Doris then said, "And then you have some of the most awkward positions that just weren't thought out at all." "Yeah, like the actress who could lie on the floor on her back and then raise her hips up doing a bridge? She was up in the air where the actor could supposedly just step up to her and fuck her, but because he was so tall, the height difference made him look ridiculous when he tried to get lined up to her." I was giggling right along with both of them. It was clear they had experienced so much together that they were forever bonded together. I asked, "Did something like that ever happen to you guys when you were in a movie together." Mom replied, "We were both supposed to give this guy oral at the same time. We were supposed to be competing for the actor's cock, and we bumped our heads together really hard as we both tried to go down on him." Doris said to me, "I had a headache the rest of the day. Your Mom is just as hard-headed as you." Mom and I both stuck our tongues out at her at the same time. But we were all laughing. I then asked, "What was the hardest thing about acting?" "Learning to take facials," they both replied together. "Huh?" "No one has cum in your face yet?" Mom asked. It was the oddest question a mother probably has ever asked her daughter, I thought. "No. I'd rather they cum in my mouth," I replied. "In porn, facials are a big thing. It's usually the way most money shots are done. Unfortunately, most people will naturally jerk their faces away when something splashes into it." "So, how do you get over it?" I asked. "Uncle Harry gave each of us a small squirt gun and told us to practice with it until we got it down." "That is too wild," I replied. "I don't know if other actresses use a method like that, but Uncle Harry learned it was a quick way to get a new actress used to getting cum spurted in her face." "It's too bad they don't have a bloopers movie or something," I said. "I believe there are some of those out there. If they can make money, they'll sell it," Mom stated. "I'd seriously like to see some more of the movies you guys were in," I said, giving them my best pleading look, hoping they would feel comfortable showing me some. "I said yesterday afternoon that I would let you watch them," Mom reminded me. We'll watch a couple now and find time to watch more later." Mom pulled out some of her porn videos in their boxes with Cara Cream and Missy Swank, and put them on the bed so all three of us could see them. They both briefly told me what they did in each of them. Mom told me we could watch a few together whenever we got together like this. Both Doris and I really liked that idea. More than anything else I liked the idea that Mom was proposing we do it together. Mom reached for a few more, with one of them immediately catching her attention. "Oh, yeah. Let me show you a scene from this one right now," Mom eagerly stated. She put the cassette in, "Your father and I have been wanting to get all my movies on DVDs." I almost giggled remembering Doris saying the same thing before. Both of them obviously had fond memories of that time in their lives, and wanted to share them with me now. "Here, look at this..." Mom said, as she hit play. The scene showed several girls being masturbated by other girls, one of them being Mom. "Watch this now..." she excitedly said as the girl Mom had been rubbing off began squirting like crazy. It was going everywhere, some of it even getting on the camera lens. She saw my wide-eyed expression and half laughed. "Is she peeing?" Doris immediately said, "Trust me. It's not pee." Mom laughed at her friend, and then told me, "She's squirting. I told you I'd show you that." "I thought you were just joking around! Gawd!" I exclaimed in amazement. "It looks like she is peeing." I watched a little longer as the same girl started squirting again, and Mom caught some in her mouth. "Holy shit, Mom!" "It's not shit either," she grinned again, causing Doris to laugh this time. "Ha ha," I sarcastically replied. "What does it taste like though?" "It doesn't have much of a taste," Mom answered. Doris agreed with her. "Do you know anyone who can squirt?" I asked. "Doris and I know a few women who can. They don't squirt nearly as much as the girl in the video though. I very rarely see them though. Why? Are you interested in seeing it in person?" "It would be wild to see." "Maybe taste it too?" Mom asked, with an almost daring expression. I looked cautiously at her. Then I sorta shrugged. "Maybe." She just smiled knowingly at me. I didn't know if it would ever happen, but to be talking and scheming about it with Mom was beyond awesome. I reached for her hand and held it as we watched another squirting scene. "Mom?" "What, baby girl?" "I'm glad you did all that stuff." She looked at me curiously. "Seriously," I insisted. "I have the coolest Mom ever." "Because I was a prostitute and did porn?" she incredulously asked. "Look at us, Mom. How many girls would kill to be this close with their mothers?" "Most would disown their mother if they'd done what I did." "Most girls are silly, too." "And you're not?" she retorted, chuckling. I pounced on her, tickling her sides. When she stopped laughing, she looked at me kinda expectantly. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it too. I moved over her and kissed her softly on her lips. We weren't really making out, but we let our tongues meet and play with each other. I was sure she was horny, because I sure was. Doris caressed both Mom and me. It was a very tender moment. We sat up again and Mom looked at me, searching for what I felt. I didn't know what to say, so I just snuggled up to her. "There's another scene I want to show you, baby girl ... if I can find it," Mom said as she went back into the closet, looking like she couldn't remember exactly what tape had the thing she wanted to show me. After looking for a few minutes, she held it up in the air. "Here it is," she announced, walking out of the closet. She showed it to Doris. "You're gonna love this one, Mel," she stated, grinning at me and Mom. Mom changed the tapes and pressed play with the remote. She let the beginning play just long enough for me to see what the movie was about, and who all was in it. "The Meyers and you in an incest movie?" Was he your father?" "Uh huh," Mom replied. "And Daddy sure had an interest in his little girl. So did Mom!" She was trying to be outrageous with me, to shock me. I loved it! I was really long passed being easily shocked though. She fast forwarded to a scene with her watching her daddy, John, have sex with the wife of another man ... who was also in the room fucking Erica who was playing her mother. "Mr. Meyer looks so much younger in that video," I noted. Mom replied, "It was about eighteen years ago." "Why did they put that grey in his hair? It looks kinda silly." "It was to try to age him some," she answered. Then the woman John had been fucking took Mom's hand and had her take her place with John, her father. He teased her with his huge cock for a short time before he pushed it slowly inside her pussy. The dialogue going back and forth between them was kinda hot. They were both seriously into their roles. I was mostly mesmerized by that long thick piece of meat fucking the girl that would later give birth to me. Mom interrupted my thoughts, "Is that close to what you saw Saturday night?" "Sorta, but you both looked even more into it than in the movie." "We didn't have speaking parts Saturday night." "The role playing is really hot though." "Thanks, honey. The director thought so as well. We were even nominated for an award for this movie." "Did you win?" I very curiously asked. "Nope. We were robbed," Mom said, softly laughing. Doris added, "They really deserved it. The ones who did win deserved it too, but this scene was incredibly erotic. All of them were outstanding in their roles. John was very convincing at fucking his sexy teen daughter lovingly with his huge dick." "This is the movie that made you well known?" "Well, I don't know if 'well known' is the best way to put it, but my fan base grew significantly." "Too cool," I stated. "Do either of you role-play now?" I asked with a sneaky smile. "Sure," Mom easily admitted. That caught me off-guard. She snickered too. Doris just started laughing. Mom then asked me, "Do you role-play?" "No..." I replied, feeling so like a newbie. These two women had experienced way more than me. I wasn't sure I would ever have the same level of experience. I was way out of their league. "You should," she replied. "Your father and I do quite often." I then boldly asked, "What do you pretend when you do it?" I thought back to what Sarah had told me earlier this morning. Would Mom 'fess up? It seemed I had caught Mom unprepared. Doris fell back on the bed laughing. Did she suspect that I knew? Mom weakly replied, "Let's talk about this some other time." I slyly responded, "Sinner." She smirked and let me enjoy my moment in the sun, but I think she was just throwing me a bone. She was still too rattled about me knowing her past to get into a discussion of what Daddy and she did with Sarah. She was trying to keep things lighthearted. These two women had so much more life experience. I was so out of place talking about these things with them, but they were going out of their way to make me feel part of them. ------- Doris looked at the alarm clock on Daddy's nightstand. It was almost 11 o'clock. She sighed. "Guys, unfortunately I've got to run soon, I've to be at church before 12." Mom used the remote control to eject the tape and got off the bed. "Yeah, we've got to clean up the camping gear and put it away, Jamie should be back here soon, too." Doris started to dress. "Andrea, we have to get together soon." Mom smiled at me. "Careful what you say, there is a little kid in the room. We don't want to corrupt her." Doris laughed as she zipped up her pants. "I wouldn't mind corrupting her some more!" "Bad second mommy," Mom chuckled. "Maybe you mothering her too isn't such a good idea after all. What do you think, Mel?" "Doris can corrupt me anytime. As long as she doesn't whizz on me." Both women laughed. We started to leave my parents' bedroom. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Melissa?" Doris asked. "Sure. In my bedroom?" Mom started down the stairs. "I'll be downstairs starting the cleaning if you need me." We walked into my bedroom, closed the door and sat on my bed. Doris hesitated for a second. "How do you feel about your parents now that you know a lot about them?" "I feel great about them. We've talked a lot over the last few days, even with Daddy. And Sarah filled me in on a lot of things this morning, too." "Such as?" "She told me that she spent the weekend with Daddy, that she has gone on trips with him, and that she role-plays with my parents pretending to be me." "I see." Doris was deep in thought for a minute. "Melissa, do me a favor, please. You rattled your parents, big time. Go easy on confronting them with more stuff. Even though you may feel you can talk to them about anything now." She hesitated again. "Have you told them about some of your ... let's say ... activities?" "I have some," I said softly, "but they know most of them already." "Probably. But there is still a difference hearing about them from you rather than from their adult friends." "Doris? Can we get together on Wednesday? I think you need to know a few more things. And I'd like to talk to you some more about last weekend." "Sure. I could pick you up around 4 o'clock. We can talk some and then go to our youth group. Would you like to spend the night with Bradley and me?" "I'd love to. I don't think Mom will mind." "Check with her, please, and call me. Right now I want to talk to you about something else," Doris said. "I think we need to celebrate your upcoming period, that we should throw a party." I looked at her like she was insane. Maybe a celebration for getting OFF my period would be cool, but bleeding, bloating and cramps were not reasons to start partying. They were sometimes good reasons to crawl into bed with a heating pad though. She laughed and then explained what she was suggesting. "Centuries ago in some societies, women were allowed some solitude or a chance to get away from others during their time of the month. That was also a time when women gave each other a respite by taking over for their sisters once a month. It's not unusual for women who live or work together closely to be on the same cycle." "Sarah, Pam and I are close to being on the same cycle. Sarah should be four days after me, and Pam should be two." "Julie should be three days after you," she said. I don't know why I wasn't surprised that she knew that. I bit my tongue to keep from making a smart ass remark. "You girls will likely stay that way now that you're all on the pill. It usually keeps things very regular." "So ... the women you were talking about would just go hang out together while on their periods?" "Something like that. It was different depending on their culture." "I guess the men didn't mind," I snickered. Mom and I were pretty much on the same schedule. I'm sure Daddy and Jamie would be glad to send us off into exile for a week. "Don't be so hard on the guys. They're out of their depth about a lot of things when it comes to women." We both laughed. She continued, "Centuries ago for the men, the absence of their women allowed them to learn to appreciate them more. You've heard the old saying - absence makes the heart grow fonder. While away, the women would be pampered and massaged by their sisters." "Too cool! I could go for a lot of massages and pampering," I said, nodding approvingly. Doris snickered at me. "When I was young, some of the neighborhood women who were close friends decided to have a period party for their daughters. The party was based on the same premise as some of the traditions of ancient societies. Instead of just getting massages, we ate chocolates and feasted on sweets, danced, wore similar or the same clothes, fixed each other's hair and nails. Basically, it was a time to celebrate and grow to appreciate more what it meant to be a girl. Our moms really got into it." "Where did you grow up?" "Near San Francisco. We moved away when I was in high school." "That sounds really cool. Better than just laying around feeling miserable with stomach cramps." "Would you like a party like that?" "You'd do that?" "I would need some help, but I think I know of a few moms that would volunteer to help." "So cool!" I exclaimed. "How can I help?" "See if those you know who will be on their periods this weekend are interested. We can do it at my house." "What about your husband?" "He'll be happy to spend an afternoon off with some wife-less fathers." "I'm sure Mom will help. I'll talk to Sarah, Pam and Julie about doing it on Sunday afternoon." "What about Jennifer?" Doris asked. "Do you think she would like to come?" "I don't know when her period starts, but I can find out. But ... she doesn't know about..." "It's not going to be a sex party, Mel ... not that sex won't be discussed. But it's just a time for you girls to learn more about what it means to be a girl." I thought it was a terrific idea. I suspected with the parents that would likely be there, that things could get a little ... interesting. Jennifer being there would certainly be interesting since she would be the only lesbian. I'd make sure she fit in though. "I'd like to invite Jennifer then, if she's on her period," I told her. "It'll be a great way for her to get to know everyone a little better." "What does she know about the other girls? Or any adults for that matter?" "She only knows specifically about me. She'll know about Sarah at least before she leaves tomorrow." "Sarah knows this?" "I talked with her. We're going to tell Jennifer together, which will probably be tomorrow unless Sarah comes over later today." "I'm sure Jennifer will like knowing she's far from being alone with her desire and attraction for girls." "Yeah. Also, she knows either Pam or Penny is into girls, but not which one. A while back Peter told her someone in his family was into girls as well as guys. Of course, she's right about whichever one she's guessing about, which I think is Pam. I want to make sure it's cool with Pam before I tell her though." "Good idea. Pam may not want her to know. But knowing Pam, she'll welcome a new girl to try out, especially one as hot as Jennifer," she said. "You know Jennifer may eventually get so busy with other girls that she won't have as much time for you like she does right now." "Doris, I don't have enough time with Peter right now! But I really care for Jennifer. She's in love with me. I may even be in love with her a little. She took a huge chance telling me what she did. I can't abandon or ignore her." "It may not help her get over you if you do spend a lot of time with her. And her finding out about Sarah could only frustrate her more since she already has a boyfriend as well." "I know, but I can't just..." She interrupted me, "You're a great friend for her to have. Just be aware that her feelings run very deep for you. If she feels as deeply for you as I suspect, that's not likely to change quickly. You've got her heart. You can really hurt her if you're not careful. Think about how you would feel if you thought Peter was trying to push you off onto another guy to ditch you." "I'm not trying to do that!" "But she might mis-read things." I sighed deeply. Doris tried to console me, "It's a tough position to be in. Just try to be the best friend you can be ... and we'll both cross our fingers and hope things work out." "Doris, how come you know so much about how Jennifer feels about me?" "Remember what my husband said? I thrive on messes." Doris smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "Sorry Melissa, but I've got to go. See you Wednesday." ------- After Doris had left, Mom and I were cleaning up some of the camping gear while also doing the laundry. Jamie was struggling with the tent, the air mattresses and other large stuff. "I'm surprised Jamie is already back here doing this," I said. "I called him over at Sarah's while you were talking to Doris and told him to get back home." "Sarah might be mad at you for the interruptus of their coitus." "Snarkiness is so not sexy, Mel." "I wasn't trying to be sexy..." I started saying before Mom interrupted me. "Yeah, you were being a smart ass. He deserved it, I suppose." What was this?! My mother was taking my side over something that involved Jamie?! She looked up and saw me with a crooked smile. "Well, he does deserve it. And if you don't start helping me instead of standing there with a victory smirk, you'll deserve what I'll do to you as well." Oh well. That celebration was short lived. As I helped her, I thought more about the way Doris had reacted upstairs while Mom had been talking with me. "I hadn't realized how much Doris missed having kids," I stated. "Oh, baby, you don't know the half of it. Doris and Bradley both were quite depressed for a while when they were told for sure that Doris very likely couldn't get pregnant, and if she did it was basically a certainty she wouldn't be able to carry it to full term. Bradley even questioned whether he should stay in the ministry if God was going to punish Doris and him like that. We had our hands full convincing him not to jump to unjustified conclusions. After about three months they snapped out of it. It was then they decided for Bradley to resign as an assistant Pastor at another church and to move closer to found the church he now heads. But it was a serious situation for the two of them for some time." I stood there with my mouth open and didn't know what to say. Doris had seemed so in control when she told me she could not have a baby. I never thought just how traumatic that could be until now. I remembered Pastor Thomas saying that Doris thrived on messy situations the morning she rescued me from breaking into our house and making a real mess of things. She thrived on helping others. It was hard to believe she would struggle so with her own situation. "Kick in the ass, Mel?" Her voice sounded kind of rough. Mom having been a porn actress and prostitute, Doris and Bradley having to stay childless, Mrs. Preston seriously into hardcore sex, Mrs. Walcott enjoying being whipped and shit, all the nudists I had met ... Suddenly becoming an adult seemed scary. "They didn't have any options at all?" "None they could come close to affording, certainly not at the time. They've grown to accept the situation as God's intent for them." I felt angry about Doris and her husband's situation. I couldn't accept that this could possibly be what God intended for them. Life totally sucked sometimes. "It's not always fun being an adult, is it?" I asked her. Mom smiled at me and came over to hug me. "Sweetie, a lot of people have to deal with baggage from the past or other unfortunate happenings. But that is life, and because we know what unhappiness and sadness feels like, we can enjoy the good and the happy moments that much better. If we were happy all the time, it would become the normal situation and we wouldn't appreciate the good times anymore." "But why do bad things happen to good people?" "It's just as big a mystery to me as well," Mom replied. "The churches try to explain it. But if you cut through all the scripture quotations and other well-meaning words you come down to realize, they don't know either." ------- Mom and I went back to work inside the house again. I started thinking about what she had just told me. I had been lucky, nothing really bad had happened to me so far in my life. My parents had provided well for Jamie and me, and I knew they really loved us. And the more I thought about it, the more I was very grateful that Mom had watched out for me, especially this summer, when so many bad things could have happened to me. It didn't take us long to finish and put things away. I wasn't about to offer my horn dog brother any help cleaning the camping equipment. Around lunchtime Jamie came inside sweaty and dirty. Mom laughed and said, "Go get cleaned up, buddy, and we'll get lunch ready." Mom fixed grilled cheese sandwiches while I made a salad and ice tea. Jamie returned after a quick shower. While we ate, Mom said, "Thanks, you two, for helping like this. It makes me want to do more with you and your father if I don't have to do all the work." "I don't mind helping out if I am included," I said with a big shit eating grin. Mom rolled her eyes at me. Jamie just shook his head. "It was fun," I said. "I also liked our beach vacations we have been on. I like going somewhere and see and do different things." "You're still not freaked out about all those strange people looking at your naked cootie?" Jamie asked with a big grin on his face. Boys. "If the guys stared too much at me, I stared at their crotch and made a face like 'Not much there', then they usually just went away." Mom almost choked on her ice tea. "Way to go, Mel!" Jamie then asked if he could go over to see Sarah again. I was glad he'd be gone while Jennifer was here during the afternoon. "Mel, will you put the camping gear in the shed? I've got it all cleaned up. Should be dry by now, too. Please?" I was pissed off that he was asking me to put everything away, but the sooner he left the better. I was tempted to call Sarah and tell her to tie him to her bed until further notice. I decided to suck it up and be nice. "Okay, Jamie, I'll do it. You were pretty nice to me while camping." He hugged me, "Thanks, Mel. You're pretty nice for a little sister, too." "I better check if I'm in the right home," Mom said dryly as she looked very intently at Jamie and me. "Looks like you two are finally growing up. That'd be a nice change from bickering and fighting." As Jamie turned to leave he went over to Mom and kissed her on her forehead. "Bye, Mom." "Are you staying the night with Sarah?" she asked him. "Don't think so. She said that she needed to spend some time with her parents." "Are you going to be back for supper?" "I'd like to eat at the Clarks if it is okay with you." "It is. It just would be nice if you'd let me know without me asking, Mr. Livingston Junior. I have to plan things, too, if you want a meal," Mom said sternly. Jamie's face was flushed. "Sorry, Mom, I forgot." "You're forgiven. But try to think of me, too, son. Well, then have fun with Sarah this afternoon." I stared at Mom. "What?" she asked as Jamie went out the door. I scooted over to her and she made room for me to sit in her lap. "I'm in love with my new mom." I buried my head in the crook of her neck. Her hands were all over my back rubbing me all over. "And I'm glad I have my daughter back." We sat there for a while longer enjoying our closeness. I got off her lap and stretched. "I better get through with the camping gear before Jennifer and Peter get here." Just then the phone rang. Mom answered it. "Hi Jennifer ... she's right here." She handed me the phone. "Hi, chica. What's up?" "Did you check with your mom if it's okay for me to come over?" she asked. "Sure, I did," I said. "She said you're welcome to spend time with me." "My mother has to run into town, we could be at your place around 3:30." "That sounds great. See you then, Jennie Poo," I snickered. "I can't wait, Mellie Poo," Jennifer replied, snickering, too. The girl wasn't afraid to strike back. I liked that. She reminded me of ... well, me. We were going to be so much fun together. I told her bye and disconnected the phone. "Jennifer will be here around 3:30," I told Mom. "Sounds like you are going to have your own fun this afternoon ... and not just Jamie." Mom said grinning. "Yeah, and I know who will have fun watching me have fun." Mom blushed. I was so proud of myself. I was learning to stand on my own. "You better get on with your job outside." Mom said. "Oh, and Mom? Jennifer doesn't know that you know. So, don't go seducing her like she was your sex toy Sarah." "I guess I deserved that," she replied. "Are you planning to keep her all to yourself?" "No ... I'm going to tell her about me and Sarah when the time is right. Sarah and I talked about it." "I guess I'm too old to be included, huh?" The irony of that wasn't lost on either of us as we began grinning at the other. I walked back over to her, sitting in her lap with my arm around her neck. "Do you want to play with my little friend?" "Would you be okay with that?" "Yeah ... I mean, why should she be the exception? You're playing with all my friends. Only, Mrs. Rayner told me that the Prestons didn't do anything with us kids. Or their kids with you adults." She looked at me cautiously. "That might change." I smiled at her, "I'm cool with it. But it might totally freak her out if you try to seduce her. She's so stressed out about being discovered. She doesn't have a cover like I do since I like boys as well." "I understand, honey. Colleen and I knew a girl when we were a little older than you who we were sure was a lesbian. No one actually knew for sure, but everyone treated her like she was. The things people said about her were horrible, especially when she could hear them. She kept to herself. She always looked angry at the world. She had every reason to be. Colleen and I didn't know what to say or do to help. If we tried to be her friends, we'd have been given the same treatment. I felt guilty about it as I got older, that I let peer pressure keep me from doing the right thing." "I know what you mean. At least no one thinks Jennifer is a lesbian, but I think some people might start wondering, and probably will this school year if she keeps turning down dates with boys." "It's a lot easier for gays and lesbians now than it was when I was growing up, but it's still pretty bad the way kids get bullied. I'm glad she has you as a friend." "I told her if she was outed that I'd stand by her." "You're stronger than I was. I hope you can be that strong if the time comes. After high school, the pressure won't be nearly as bad." "So ... you want me to let her know you're bisexual?" I asked. "No," she stated, surprising me. "Let me tell her when the time is right. And, no. Not to seduce her, but to let her know she can come talk to me whenever she wants ... like you can." "You're pretty awesome, Mom." "And so are you ... and you will be even more awesome when you get the camping gear..." I playfully gruffed as I interrupted her. "Okay, Mom. I'm going," I said hugging her quickly before heading off to the backyard. ------- I tried to hurry putting the camping gear in the shed, but I ended up spending even more time picking up shit I was knocking down than if I had just taken my time. The shed had some attic space to put things we didn't use very often. Mom had asked me to put the camping gear up there, where it had been since last year. I groaned when she said it, because it probably meant we wouldn't go camping again this year. Nude camping had been a lot of fun and I had hoped to go at least once with Sarah and maybe her parents. After I got everything at the bottom of the steps to the attic, I started taking one thing at a time to keep from breaking my neck. My climbing the ladder to get on our roof that infamous Sunday morning came to mind again and made me cautious. I took the large bag with the tent parts inside up first. After I got it through the door, I pushed it over close to some boxes, which of course turned over. Fuck! I thought about just leaving them turned over, but knowing Mom, she would likely check behind me. So I crawled over to the boxes and set them back up. Some old books and folders had fallen out of one of them. Glancing at some of the stuff, it looked like some of Mom's stuff she had kept from college. I thought that was kinda cool, and sat there flipping through some of them. It looked like books and papers from her freshman year. The one book I was holding looked like a Biology 101 text book. I wondered if it was a lot harder than the science class I had had last year. One of the folders had some of her test papers. I looked through them hoping to find an F, but she'd aced them all. I sighed at the lost chance to needle her about a bad test score. I then picked up a book that looked nothing like one for a class. Shit! It was a diary! It didn't have a lock on it, which I thought was weird. I bit my lip as I held it to me. This diary probably would cover her freshman year, the year she was a prostitute. It might even have stuff about her first summer doing porn. It could possibly cover her whole time at college! I looked closely at the diary and debated with myself for a long moment. This was my mother's diary. These were her private thoughts and experiences in her own words. It could reveal so much about her, things I had been struggling to understand. I mean, yeah she was a prostitute and porn actress, but what was she actually thinking about when she decided to go for it. What was she thinking while she did it? I had yet to sense any regret other than it was something she knew she would have to hide the rest of her life. Answers to all of those questions, and more, were possibly in my hands. I seriously wanted to open it, but I also knew I would be totally invading her privacy. I didn't keep a diary, but if I did I wouldn't want either of my parents ever reading it, much less a future daughter. I set it aside and got the rest of the boxes straightened out. I then got the rest of the camping gear up the attic stairs and put them away neatly. I picked the diary up again. It was purely by accident that I had found it. What if Jamie had at some time? He would have read it without thinking twice about it. Guys are jerks like that. The bad thing is that I felt that temptation very strongly too. I would be a jerk if I read it, but I knew I would understand Mom a whole lot better. I wouldn't hurt her with it. It would just be a way for us to grow closer. I decided to take it inside with me. If nothing else, I would hide it in my room. Walking in the backdoor and down the hall, I heard Mom talking on the phone in the family room. "Melissa? Is that you?" "Yes, ma'am," I said, walking to the entrance to the family room. She was holding the phone to her chest, facing away from me on the couch. I told her, "I finished putting everything away." "Then you better clean up before Jennifer comes over," she said, tilting her head back a little in my direction, but she still couldn't see me. Still, I moved the diary so that I was holding it behind my back. "I'll go to take a shower, I'm all sweaty." "Okay. Thanks for putting the camping stuff away, sweetie. We'll do something special together this week as payment." Suddenly I felt really guilty. I knew what I was going to do with the diary. I was going to read it and keep it hidden in my room. No more secrets, I had demanded. And here I was about to hide her own diary from her, keeping it a secret that I had found it. I would secretly know her private thoughts about her college days. She should be the one to tell me those things though. If she ever did tell me, I would have to pretend to be learning about it for the first time. The thing was, I liked it much better when Mom told me secrets than actually snooping to discover them. "By the way, Peter called while you were outside, he can't make it over until after supper. And he is to be home before 9 tonight." "Thanks Mom, probably just as well, gives me more time with Jennifer." I walked into the family room, and stood at the end of the couch with the diary still behind me as Mom went back to talking to whomever on the phone. She saw me and her look became curious. "Let me call you back in a little while. Okay, bye," she said into the phone. She then looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I pulled the diary from behind me, and said, "I found this in the shed in a box I knocked over." I held it out to her, and she took it from my hands. She looked at the cover intently before opening it and flipping through some of the pages. She then closed it and held it in her lap, "Did you read any of it?" "No, ma'am. I didn't even open it." She looked right into my eyes as if she were searching for the real truth. "I mean it, Mom. I didn't even open it. It was in a box with a lot of your freshman college year books and papers." "You seriously want me to believe you didn't even open the cover?" she asked, unconvinced. "I swear I didn't. It's yours. I wouldn't want you reading mine behind my back, if I had one." Her stare became softer. "I believe you." "Anyways, I didn't want to leave it in the shed. Jamie could've found it." Mom pursed her lips. The thought of that had to terrify her. "I thought I'd lost it when I left campus at the end of my freshman year, and just before Doris and I were to leave for California for the summer. I'd been in a hurry while packing up my stuff in my dorm room. I thought I'd put it in the suitcase I planned to take to California. I was sure of it." "When did you realize it was missing?" I asked, sitting down beside her. "After we got to California. I was unpacking and discovered it wasn't in my suitcase." "Oh shit. You couldn't really do anything about it without going back to your college dorm!" "That's what really upset me. What if somebody had found it and given it to the wrong people? And I couldn't do anything about it. There was no way I could search for it. Colleen was already on vacation with her parents and wouldn't be back for several weeks. I had no one else I could ask. I didn't dare call the OCS and ask for help." I wondered how I would have reacted in the same situation. Probably the same as she did. The whole thing had to be very unnerving for Mom. "Did it have your name on a cover page or anything?" I asked. "I never wrote my name in it, but it would've been easy to figure out that it was mine. I had mentioned the names of a lot of other people, along with the things we had done together - classes, dates, and other stuff. Also, those familiar with my handwriting would've known right away it belong to me." "Yikes!" I said, grimacing as I thought about how I would feel if that happen to me. "Then I wondered if someone might've taken it out of my suitcase while I was moving stuff out. A friend, who was in the same dorm, helped me move out the heavy stuff. But I didn't think she would've had a chance to go into my suitcase. We were around each other practically the whole time." "You must've totally freaked out!" I said, grimacing. If Mom had written names of her tricks and the people she did know about from the OCS, like Heather and Connie, that could've really come back to haunt her. "You got that right, sister. I had a panic attack when I couldn't find it, but I seriously didn't think someone would steal it. My roomie, Nikki, was already gone. I knew she wouldn't have taken it. She could've already told a lot of wild stories about me without needing my diary to find stuff out." "Did she know about... ?" "No, but she knew I was screwing a lot of guys and girls. She was far from being Miss Moral Values herself though. She wasn't into girls, but I caught her fucking in our room a number of times, and quite often it wasn't the same guy she had been with the previous time." "I already like her," I grinned. Mom smiled and shook her head at me. She continued, "I hadn't taken the diary out of the foot locker until after my roomie was gone. I later figured it might have gotten thrown out with the trash by accident. If that were the case, no one would likely find it and it would forever be in a trash dump. When it never turned up, I figured it was long gone." "Well, now you have it. And seriously, Mom. You should've bought one with a lock on it." "It was sort of a gift from one of my grandmothers. It's one she'd been given but never used. She thought I might want to keep a diary some day." "Still..." "I know. But I did keep it locked and hidden in a foot locker while in the dorm. I took it out though just before we moved out of the dorm. I guess I accidentally grabbed it when I was putting the books I hadn't sold back to the bookstore in that box. I was rushing to get everything out of the room and home so I could meet up with Doris the next day." "Well, you have it back now..." I said as I stood up and started to turn to leave the family room. "Mel," Mom quickly said, stopping me. "Thanks for not invading my privacy." "That's my payment for you telling me so many of your secrets the past few days." I smiled at her and started to leave again. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, smiling at me. I looked at her puzzled. "Come around here," tilting her head to encourage me, and I did. All I could figure is she wanted to give me a kiss for doing the right thing. I quickly leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Her lips slightly parted as her tongue slipped between them to seek out my tongue. It became a seriously passionate kiss. She broke away though before things went on too long. "Well, that was very nice. I wasn't quite expecting that!" Huh? She wasn't expecting the kiss or how passionate it had become? She had been the one slipping her tongue into my mouth! However, I did push my open mouth firmly into hers. She was very cooperative, too. I started to turn to leave again. "Wait, Mel. There's something else." I turned back to her wondering what else she had in mind. She lifted the diary and held it out to me. "Here." I warily let her place it in my hands. "I don't understand..." "Read it with my blessing." My eyes bugged out at her. "You're cute when you do the bug eyed thing," she joked, smiling. "You want me to read it?" I asked totally surprised. "Cover to cover." "You're sure?" "More than sure. You pretty much know what you're going to find in it. You learned a lot this morning, not to mention yesterday as well." "Thanks," I said, still not believing she really was serious. "If you want to talk about something you read in it, let me know." "Are you really my mother?" I asked. She laughed. "Believe it or not, I gave birth to you," she snorted. "Now go find a good hiding place for it. And Mel, I trust you know what not to do with it." "Okay," I said slowly leaving the family room, looking back and forth between the diary and Mom. I didn't have much time before Jennifer would come over to read too much of it. So I skimmed quickly through it to see what kinds of things were in it. She started writing in it at the beginning of her freshman year in college. I knew there had to be some really fun things to read about during that time. I did notice Mom had never used her real name in the entries I did see. A lot of it was details about stuff she did with friends, as well as things about individual dates she had as both Andrea and Tamera. There were entries for all kinds of things though, including some dates and parties she went to during her freshman year in college. I did look closely at a few of those entries. One of them described an afternoon when she and some other freshman coeds piled into a dorm room, and ended up having an all-girl orgy together. The orgy was during Mom's first week on campus. Classes hadn't even started yet, and it was before any entries she had made about becoming a prostitute. There were many references to Mrs. Clark. It was more than obvious that they were very close friends. In a diary entry a few days later, Mom specifically mentioned hanging out in her dorm room with a girl she had met at the earlier orgy. She really liked her and hoped they would become good friends. She didn't mention her by name in that entry, but I was certain that was Doris. That would be too cool for them to first meet like that, having sex together possibly before they knew each other's names! Other girls were mentioned as well, but I didn't recognize any names. I wasn't sure exactly when she had met Mrs. Rayner. I quickly glanced randomly at some of her Tamera entries. I found some entries for the couple Mom had spent much of her time with as a prostitute - Scott & Laura Mann. The first entry described them as a well to do couple that lived close to Mom's college. Skipping through I found where Mom wrote that she babysat their twelve year old daughter, Lisa, like she had told me the day before. She thought Lisa was a bit odd in that she didn't seem to care that Mom was a coed prostitute for both her parents, and that it was no big deal for Mom to babysit her and her baby sister. I wondered if the girl knew Mom had been breastfeeding from Mrs. Mann, along with her baby sister. Lisa stuck in my head for a while. She was close to my age at the time Mom had been around her. I didn't think I could be as calm about my parents having a prostitute babysit me. But then I thought it had to be better than when Jamie babysat me a few years back. Realizing I was spending more time than I had planned reading the diary, I hid it together with the pictures Mrs. Clark had given me and then took a quick shower. I primped a little for Jennifer and got dressed. It was only a few more minutes before she was to arrive. So, I went downstairs. I went and stood at the front window watching for them to arrive. I was excited about the afternoon and, hopefully, night with Jennifer. It would be her first time in my house. I had even done a little more to pick up my room. I had caught Mom peeking in at me. I just smiled, a little embarrassed that she had caught me actually cleaning my room without having to be told. It wasn't like I kept it in a mess, but it was never up to Mom's standards. I think she kept raising the bar on me though just to aggravate me. Moms get to do that kind of crap and get away with it. I guess it was sort of like payback for aggravating her. I long ago stopped complaining. I felt hands on my waist, which made me flinch a little. "Excited about seeing Jennifer?" Mom gently asked, her mouth near my ear. "Yeah..." "Relax. She'll have a good time," she said, moving closer until she was pressed against my back, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Your father and I will make sure she feels more than welcome. Jamie will be a horn dog, but you already know that." I twisted my head around a little so I could see her face. She made it easier by tilting her head. Seeing her smiling affectionately at me made me tingle. I was surprised she said that about her son. "You hardly ever slam Jamie like that," I said, twisting my head back to look out the window again. "You know as well as I do that he'd love to fuck her hot little pussy," Mom replied, lightly pinching my sides. She even rubbed herself against my butt for a few moments. "Yeah, and I also know somebody else who would love to seduce her." "I won't do that, at least not now." I quickly turned my head again to look at her. She had a wicked grin. She was trying to shock me. "Surprised?" she asked, putting her chin on the edge of my shoulder. "Yeah ... sorta. You've never acted like this with me before." "It's how I act with my best friends. Why shouldn't I with you?" "It's just ... I dunno ... you need to warn me when you switch from Mom to BFF mode or something." She leaned in and kissed my cheek. I then twisted my head back to look out the window again, and she resumed snuggling up to me from behind. Mom whispered, "I want to see you having sex with her." I whispered back, "What would you like to see exactly?" "Your cute little tongue licking her sweet juicy pussy." Whoa. "Anything else?" "Your tongue on her asshole, licking it, making her moan and squeal. I know you like licking them." "Like your tongue licked mine?" I asked, feeling a little bolder. "Yes," she hissed. "But take more time with hers than I did with your cute little puckered hole. Make her squeal over and over." I was trembling. Then she moved her hands over my top to my breasts, cupping them firmly. "I want to see you play with her young tits like we did with each other in the campground shower, too. Remember, Mel?" "Yes," I struggled to say. Then I felt her face nuzzling in the crook of my neck. "I came so hard when you played with me," squeezing my boobs as she said it. I was sure she could feel my hard nipples through my top and bra. She turned her face slightly, her nose finding my ear, softly rubbing it. She inhaled deeply. "I love your hair. It smells so sexy." She then reached around with her opposite hand to pull my hair away, baring my neck. Her lips brushed against my skin, moving from spot to spot, kissing gently. I automatically tilted my head over, giving her better access. "So soft..." "What are you doing to me?!" I anxiously whispered. "There's nothing wrong with this. I'm just cuddling with my daughter," she said, her hand slipping under my top, working their way back to my breasts. Her fingers slipped underneath my bra, sliding up to cup my bare breasts. My nipples were between her fingers, and she was squeezing them by pushing her fingers together. She began licking and biting my ear, which almost made me cum. Just then I saw a car pull up and park out front. "They're here," I softly said. Her hands slid out of my top, slipping behind me to cup my tight little butt, squeezing. Then she popped one of my cheeks. "Let's not keep your little friend waiting." I had to shake my head to get a grip. Mom then reached for my hand to lead me with her to the door. Before she pulled me with her, she winked. She was horny as fuck anticipating an afternoon and possible night with Jennifer in the house with me. "Bad mommy," I playfully chastised. "You get to have all the fun with Jennifer. I just had to tease you a little beforehand. But, now you need to pull yourself together ... until Janet leaves." I quickly nodded at her while biting my bottom lip. Mom opened the door with me standing close by her. Jennifer was wearing a sexy top and cute shorts. I was ready to take her to my room and ravish her right then. "Hi, Janet ... Jennifer. Come on inside." As they passed Mom, Jennifer and I locked eyes. She was as excited as I was, but I could see she was nervous as hell. I was as well. We all went into the family room and took a seat. Mom and Mrs. Preston sat on the couch together and began talking to each other. I was making eyes at Jennifer, which seemed to make her feel more at ease. Mrs. Preston asked Mom about what time would be best to pick Jennifer up later. "Can Jennifer stay the night?" I pleadingly asked. "Is it okay, Mom?" Jennifer implored as well. Mom replied, "If it's fine with you, Janet, she can spend the night. We don't have any plans and she is more than welcome. She'll keep Melissa out of my hair." I knew Mom wanted her to spend the night, too, but she didn't need to take a shot at me like that. And to think, she had just been working me into a sexual frenzy just moments before they arrived! But if it worked, I decided I wasn't going to bitch about it. "You didn't bring any clothes," she reminded her daughter. I began to wonder if Mrs. Preston didn't want her to stay knowing she would be sleeping with me. Mom said, "If it's not a problem with you, she can wear some of Melissa's clothes. And if you really don't mind, we are nudists like you." Mrs. Preston thought for a moment, cutting her eyes briefly at me. She gave me a quick wink as she said, "If it won't be imposing, then I'm fine with it ... including going nude." "Thanks, Mrs. Preston," I excitedly said. Mom sorta looked at me like maybe I was acting too enthusiastic. I didn't care though. The wink from Jennifer's mom had me bubbling over. Mrs. Preston then looked at Jennifer and then at me again. "You can go ahead, you don't have to sit here listen to us old folks." I was going to say that they weren't old, when Mom spoke up, looking at me with a smile. "I know, Melissa. We're not old. Now, you and Jennifer go ahead upstairs, if you want, and let us mothers talk." I would so have to figure out how I could hide my thoughts from her. It was more than obvious that Mom wanted to talk to Janet alone. I would ask her later what they had to discuss. I grabbed Jennifer's hand and pulled her towards the stairs. "Come on, I'll show you my room. Jennifer walked with me to my bedroom upstairs. Every few seconds I glanced at her face. She was just as excited as I was. I was still nervous though with it being her first time in my house. She followed me into my bedroom. "Well, this is it." "Cool room." She was beginning to look jittery. I stepped over and hugged her. "Relax. No one will bite you ... except me. And you seem to like that." She blushed and then we both giggled. I was holding her tighter to me. I leaned and kissed her cheek. Her eyes told me she wanted so much more though. I covered her mouth with mine and we kissed deeply for a few moments before we heard our moms coming upstairs. "Oh shit," Jennifer softly said, and began pulling away from me. "Just chill, girl." The problem was neither of us knew what to do. We just stood there awkwardly as we heard them coming down the hall towards my room. I then did the only thing I could think of - show her my clothes. I pulled her over to my closet and quickly pulled out a few of my tops, handing one to Jennifer. "Figures," Mom said at the door with Mrs. Preston beside her. "Teen girls and their clothes," Mrs. Preston remarked, smiling as she shook her head. Mom responded, "I think they're almost as bad as adult girls." Both of them laughed together. "I'm leaving now, Jennifer." "Thanks for letting me stay, Mom ... and Mrs. Livingston." "Have fun girls," Mrs. Preston said as she turned to leave. Mom smiled at us as she left as well to see her out. "Gawd, Mel. I don't know why I'm so nervous!" "Relax, chica. Your mom is gone. My parents are cool. Jamie's gone for the afternoon. So just be yourself." "It's just that this is the first time I've stayed anywhere and didn't have to worry about hiding what I am." "You talk like it's a curse." "It is." "No, it's not. People that have a problem with it are just fucked up. You don't have to hide anything here." "But your parents..." "My parents know I'm bisexual. They know I've had sex with my own kind." She laughed at me. "Your friend?" "Yeah..." I said, almost saying others as well, but I wasn't quite ready to open that door. But I figured I would have to sooner or later. And I thought sooner might be better. "Have you told her about me yet?" "Yeah. She's glad there is another sister to join in as we take over the world." "We couldn't do any worse with it." "True dat!" "So, when will I find out who she is?" "Very soon," I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it." "Does Jamie know about you?" "He does, but not about you. He's been cool about it, but I'll leave it up to you as to whether you want him to know." She looked out the window deep in thought. "Melissa, I'm scared to let too many people know. What if one of them slips up? I mean unintentionally making a remark? You know, outing me by accident." I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "I understand that you're scared. But trust me. I know some people that I can trust with my deepest secrets. And I know some people I don't trust with the time of day." Jennifer twisted around in my arms. "Becky?" I nodded. "Becky." I waited for a second, "I would only let you tell those that I'm sure you can trust. They would protect your secret. You could be yourself with them. They would accept you the way you are. They're the really cool kids." "Is Jamie one of the really cool kids?" I had to laugh. "For a horny boy, he does pretty well. I trust him. I had to make him tell me things. He was doing a pretty good job of hiding things from me. And we are family." "Like?" "The entire nudist thing. He had been going nude camping for several years, and I didn't even know about it." "Mel, if you trust him, then I trust him also. I know you wouldn't hurt me." I smiled. "You can also trust my parents." She looked nervous again. "Don't you think they might tell my parents?" "Jennifer, I know my parents wouldn't hurt you either. My daddy is cool, but my mom is really cool. I told you she knows that I like to have sex with girls, too. She doesn't mind that you and I have sex." "Did you tell your mom about me?!" Her body became rigid. "Not until she told me she saw us at the lake making out." "Oh my Gawd!" Her eyes showed how terrified she was. "Your mom really knows?" "Don't worry, she's cool with it. She knows about my friend as well, at least that she is bi." "Mel, she could tell my mom!" I squeezed her tight. "Chill, girl. Mom wouldn't do that. She won't do it. Seriously, trust me on this." She swallowed hard. "Look, she's okay with you being here and staying the night with me. So, I know she likes you." "Do you think she's told my mom already?" Gawd! I wanted to shake the fear out of her! "No, but even if she had, then your mom must be cool with it, too. She's letting you spend the night with me. She has to know you'll be sleeping in the same bed with me. But I know my mom. She hasn't told her a thing." She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. "Oh, Mel. I just so hope you're right." I kissed her and her lips melted into my mouth. Our tongues met and searched the other's mouth. Locked together we moved towards my bed. I fell backwards and pulled her over me. I rubbed her back and she started to relax. My mom came up the stairs again. We quickly got off my bed and looked at more of my clothes. I glanced at Jennifer and she didn't seem to freak out as much as before. Even though the door was open, Mom knocked and asked if she could come in. "Sure, Mom. We aren't doing anything naughty yet," I said. Jennifer blushed. Mom chose to ignore my smart ass remark. "I know you girls are going to go through all of Mel's clothes, but we are nudists. Jennifer, are you okay if we're naked while you're here?" "It's cool with me, I guess." Mom walked over to her. "We don't have to if you're not completely comfortable." "I don't see why not. We've been naked around each other at the campgrounds." "Well, let's get naked then," Mom said and began taking her top off, catching both of us off-guard. Jennifer looked at me, and I just shrugged before pulling my own top off. I had figured Mom would get undressed in her room, but she probably did it to shock both of us. Jennifer joined in removing hers as well. It took less than a minute for us to lose all of our clothes. Mom picked up her clothes and started to leave the room. "I'll let you girls know if anyone drops by. I'm not expecting anyone though." I noticed Jennifer checking out Mom. She even bit her bottom lip for a quick moment. For just a second, I was jealous as fuck. I mean, my lesbian friend who was in love with me was lusting after my own mother! Mom definitely was hot. Her dark hair framed her seriously beautiful face. And her body was slim and willowy much like mine. Her butt was still firm and had a really sexy shape. Her breasts weren't sagging much yet. Mom really did look sexy. Mom also noticed Jennifer looking her over. She stayed in my room a bit longer than necessary, moving a little from side to side, subtly showing her body off. I noticed Mom's nipples becoming erect. She was getting turned on. Mom left though before it became too obvious that she was displaying herself to my friend. I wondered if Sarah had gotten similar 'shows' while Mom seduced her last year. I giggled. Mom was definitely lusting after Jennifer. Suddenly I had this really wicked thought of doing a threesome with Jennifer that would include Mom and me. "What's wrong," Jennifer asked. "Nothing," I replied. I bet she saw me biting my own bottom lip! She couldn't know what I was thinking though. She wasn't nearly the pervert I was. We returned to looking through all of my clothes. "If you ever want to borrow something, let me know. Your boobs are a little fuller than mine, but most of my stuff should fit you." "Thanks, Mel. You can borrow anything of mine." "Maybe I can come over later this week, if you want?" "That would be cool. My parents seem to really like you." Gawd, did they ever like me, especially her mother! I was tired of going through my clothes. So, I grabbed her hand and pulled her along toward my bed. I let go of her hand as I dove onto it. She crawled onto it, lying on her side next to me. "Why didn't you tryout in the spring to be a cheerleader again this year?" she asked me. "I thought you were the best one on the squad last year." Love can make people so blind. I was pretty good, but I wouldn't say I was the best cheerleader. I was a very good gymnast, but there were others who had done it longer and were better than me. "I just didn't like how much time it was taking up. The gymnastics just started to get old for me." "You would've easily made the squad though." "I guess, but I'm not missing it," I replied. "Speaking of trying out, why didn't you?" "Because you didn't." "You probably would've made it, Jennifer!" "Then it would've been like when you made it and I didn't. I would be busy with it, and have little time to get to know you." Jesus Christ! This girl was making life decision based on what I did or didn't do! I sighed deeply. "Does that bother you?" "Yeah. You'd have been a great cheerleader this year. I'd have cheered from the stands just for you." "But we still wouldn't get to spend time with each other ... other than the little time we would have between classes and stuff. And who knows if we'd see each other at all this year. Our classes could be too far away. We may not even have the same lunch time." "I wish we'd gotten to be better friends when you first moved here." "You were great helping me during tryouts last year. I liked you even before that though. I was surprised when you went out of your way to help me so much. You didn't even know me." "I thought you were cool. I wanted to be your friend. I knew you had the talent to do it. And you almost made the squad then. I felt bad for you when you didn't. You slipped up on a couple of drills is all. With a week or two more of practice, you would've known what to do." "Remember though, I was the new kid. I was trying to fit in and make new friends. You were one of the popular girls though. That's hard to become a part of ... especially when you're not into boys." "It sucks that I had so little spare time." "I was at every game and competition you cheered at, but it was hard to get any time to sit with you." "I always saw you there. I'm glad you were." I realized just how lonely she must've felt last year. I had so little time to spend with anyone during games. We only had a short break after halftime during football and basketball games, and my other friends usually were all around me then. At competitions, we had to sit together until our performance time, and then we mostly had to sit together afterwards until the awards were announced and we left. "I wished I'd felt more at ease with your friends so I could've spent time with you when they could. I was just scared someone would pick up on me being a lesbian." "Well, you better not shy away this year, missy. Or I'll come looking for you!" "You'll be spending all your time with Peter though." "I'm not going to forget my friends just because Peter is my boyfriend. Anyway, you're Peter's friend, too. So you can hang out with us anytime. And my other friends better get used to Peter being there with me." She apparently liked the things I was saying. She seemed to perk up and not seem so gloomy. "I'm serious, Jennifer. If you shy away from me around my friends, I'm going to be all over you." "Maybe I should shy away from you then," she said with a devilish grin. "I like your devious mind. It reminds me of ... me," I grinned. ------- We lay quietly together for a short time. I think we both could feel the sexual tension building between us. "Mel, how do you feel now about me after telling you that I'm in love with you?" "I'm cool with it. I'm still worried you're going to get upset with me though," I told her, scrunching my lips "Because you don't feel the same way?" I nodded. "I'm okay with it, Mel. You're giving me what I crave the most anyway." "Girlie sex?" She rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah. That too. But also something more important - your friendship." "I thought of you as a friend before knowing you were in love with me." "It's different though now that you know. Mel. I can tell you anything ... and I know you won't make fun of me. I can tell you my deepest thoughts and desires, and know you'll listen and understand without judging me." She sure was putting a lot of faith in me. She still knew only a little bit about me. I guess she trusted what Peter had told her about me. She so wanted me to be a person she could spill her desires and dreams with, and I would do my best to be that for her. I just hoped she would be more careful in the future about that kind of thing. Plenty of people would be more than happy to string her along and then pull the rug from under her feet. I had to try to get her to understand that. "Chica, you can trust me. But you seriously need to be careful about who you so easily trust." "Are you saying I shouldn't trust you?" "No. It's just that there are jerks out there that could play you." "I know. I just have this gut feeling about you now." "You didn't until this past Saturday." "I wanted for so long to believe I could trust you. I just didn't have the courage to risk so much and be wrong. And then you were so mad at me, and I just blurted it out figuring I was going to lose you even as a friend if I didn't. My only chance of keeping you as a friend was to tell you. If you'd outed me, it really wouldn't have mattered anymore at that point because I would have already lost you." "I'm glad you went with your gut. And I promise you won't ever regret it," I said squeezing her hand. We sat looking at each other for a few moments, lost in thought. I was beginning to feel something deeper for this girl. The feeling had been growing since Saturday. "Chica, I'm falling in love with you," I blurted out. "But Peter ... Mel, I don't want to..." I interrupted her, "It's different. It's something only you and I can have. I haven't talked with Peter about it, but something tells me he probably already knows. It's not a threat to him at all either. I'm not talking about 'let's get married' kind of love." "I think I know what you mean." "I don't know exactly how to describe it. I care deeply what happens to you, how you feel, that you're happy. I want to make you happy if I can. I want to spend time with you ... and not just for sex. I want to goof off with you ... tell you my deepest thoughts ... scheme to do wild stuff with you..." "Maybe that's more like what I feel for you," she said. "You're my first crush. I sit around thinking about you all the time it seems. Even knowing you're in a relationship with Peter, I realized this morning that he isn't competing with me. Or me with him. Maybe this is just how two very close friends feel for each other. It doesn't hurt that we can be physically intimate either." I half-laughed softly at her. She understood. What I was feeling for her was the same thing I felt for Sarah, except Sarah and I had been this way since we were little. I felt a lot better because she knew we would not be lovers like Peter and I were. She would not get hurt by the kind of love that we shared. Peter wasn't going to object to what Jennifer and I had going on. If so, he already would have been upset with what Sarah and I had together. "So, you want to scheme with me?" she asked. "Absolutely." "To do what?" "Whatever is fun," I grinned devilishly. "And you think I could be devious?" she feigned innocence. "I have this feeling about you ... that you could be just as wild and impulsive as me." "I've never done anything impulsive ... much." "Maybe not yet..." I said, leaving it hanging out there for a few moments. "You didn't hesitate to do anything Saturday." "You mean the fire tower?" "Well, yeah ... but even earlier. We could've easily been discovered having sex in the alcove." "I wanted to do it, too. I didn't really think about getting caught. Whatever you were gonna..." she said before realizing I was right. "Exactly!" "I wouldn't mind getting in trouble with you." "Or me with you ... but the key is not getting caught," I replied, winking. She glanced toward the open door and started grinning deviously. "Has your Mom ever caught you fooling around with your friend before?" I quickly wondered where she was going with this. "Yeah. But like I said, she's okay with me being into girls." "Did she see you kissing ... or having sex?" "Both, I'm sure. I wasn't aware of it at the time though." Which was true. It was always afterwards that I was certain she had ... like when the door was unlocked when I was sure it had been locked. The webcam incident was a definite, but there was no way I could tell her about that without telling her way too much about the adults' involvement with us kids. "I kinda like the idea that I might get caught or seen," she admitted. So, my little lesbian friend is a bit of an exhibitionist! She will fit in nicely around here. I slipped closer to her, my face very close to hers. "How would you feel if Mom walked in right as I'm doing this," I said, moving to kiss her quickly. "A little embarrassed maybe." "What if she saw me doing this..." I covered one of her boobs with my hand, squeezing it firmly. "Really embarrassed." "What if she caught us doing this..." I leaned in to kiss her passionately, our tongues dueling inside our mouths. Breaking the kiss, she said, "Definitely embarrassed." I slid my hand from her boob to her soaking wet pussy. "What if she saw me fingering you?" "I'd be mortified." "But she knows I play with girls." "She doesn't know about me wanting girls only though." I knew that was going to have to change soon. If Jennifer found out on her own, what all Mom knew about her, I didn't know if she would be happy with me ... even though Mom had discovered it on her own while watching us in the alcove. "Would you mind if she saw you having sex with me?" "I dunno ... I mean, if she is okay with you and your friend, I guess it wouldn't matter if she knew about me. I'd be afraid she'd tell my parents." "Mom is cool. If we ask her not to, she wouldn't." I then got a wicked idea. "Slide around a little," I asked her, getting her situated so her feet were pointing directly at the door. I then straddled her chest. I reached down to slide my hands under her knees, lifting her legs up so that she was splayed wide open for anyone who came to the door. "Would you mind if Mom saw you like this?" "Mel!" Just then I noticed Mom peeking around the edge of the door frame. I grinned and nodded to her. She smiled at me and moved into the opening of the door ... with a camera in her hand! "Well, would you mind?" I asked, as Mom took a couple of steps closer, being as quiet as she could, pointing the camera directly at Jennifer's spread open sexy pussy. "She would probably think we were perverts!" Well, yeah. But that didn't answer the question. "But do you think she'd mind that I had your sweet little pussy on display like this. It looks so wet. She'd know you were horny as fuck." "She probably would turn and leave, don't you think?" "Maybe, but what if she was intrigued ... and spied on us?" "Your Mom would do that?" "I would." "So would I, but we're talking about your mother." "Like I just told you, she's seen me doing stuff before ... even if it was just a peek." Mom stepped right up to the bed, pointing the camera less than a foot from her opening. I could see the lust on Mom's face. I knew she wanted to have sex with Jennifer. She would lick her pussy right now if we could pull it off without Jennifer knowing. We would have to do a blindfold game with Jennifer soon. I would talk to Mom about getting it set up. "Gawd, Mel!" "You're turned on thinking about her seeing you like this, aren't you?" "I guess ... yeah." "What if she saw me licking your cute little clit?" "Mel, I'm so fucking turned on." "Do you want me to lick your hot little hole?" "Please," she pleaded. "Will you lick mine too ... knowing my Mom might walk in on us and see your mouth pressed to her daughter's pussy?" "Anything, Mel!" I then mouthed to Mom what I was about to do. She ducked down below the bed as I slid back until my pussy was at Jennifer's mouth. She immediately began licking and sucking on my pussy lips. I lowered my head and returned the favor, but leaving my head just high enough for Mom to see what I was doing. I knew what she was going to do though. As she raised up higher, knowing Jennifer couldn't see around my butt, she focused the camera on my face and Jennifer's hot little cunt. I did my best to give her the best show possible. The problem I had was that Jennifer was pushing me over the edge! This girl was a natural at eating pussy. I did my best to bring her off first. Her squeals were muffled against my pussy, which disappointed me. I was hoping Mom would've gotten the sound of her cumming better. Her body writhed under me though, and Mom got a good view of her hips rising and falling as I refused to let up on sucking her clit. "Too much, Mel!" she urgently stated. I knew she was too sensitive then, and I moved my mouth away. "Did you like that?" I asked. "Gawd yes! But we're gonna get caught! I bet your Mom heard that!" "Mom is probably busy in the kitchen getting dinner ready," I panted, winking again at Mom. She moved closer and surprised me by licking my lips, tasting Jennifer's juices. I looked at her wide-eyed. She just smiled devilishly. I then said, "It's your turn to get me off." She responded by licking and sucking on my clit oh so good, generating low moans from me. Mom focused the camera on my face. I knew what she wanted. She wanted a close-up of me in the throes of an orgasm. And Jennifer was getting me there very fast, too. When my orgasm started, I just let go. I was conscious that I was being loud, but my only concern was enjoying the orgasm Jennifer gave me. As I finally started to relax, I opened my eyes and noticed Mom had left the room. Jennifer was trying to push me off of her, desperately saying, "Move, Mel, before your Mom comes to the door!" She finally was able to push me off her, sitting up to see if Mom would appear at the door. "I told you she was probably fixing dinner, chica," I said, still breathing heavily. "I doubt it, girl. Not unless your Mom became deaf since we came upstairs." "Was I that loud?" I skittishly asked. Maybe Mom should pretend to come check on us to keep Jennifer from wondering why she didn't!" "The neighbors are probably calling the cops after all the noise you made." Shit. I was going to have to start wearing a muzzle. "She probably just thought we were singing." "I hope not. I don't sound like someone getting murdered when I sing." I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed. Just then, Mom appeared at my door. "Mel, try to keep the volume down lower if you're going to play Kelly Clarkson CDs." I busted out laughing, followed by Jennifer. Mom flashed a quick smile before going back downstairs. Jennifer said, "I like Kelly Clarkson." "Me too, but Mom doesn't," I said, leaving it at that. We talked some about music that we liked while listening to a few CDs. We told each other what we liked to read ... and other stuff like that. We were getting to know each other better. ------- After hanging out in my room for a few hours, Mom called us down to dinner. I was surprised we were eating in the dining room. "Why so fancy tonight, Mom?" I softly asked her. "I thought we'd make your girlfriend feel welcome," she replied, taking a pinching of her side from me without complaining. I could tell though that Jennifer was a bit uncomfortable with the scenario. We were in our formal dining room ... all of us naked. We had been naked with the Rayners the previous night, but we all knew each other quite intimately. While my parents had been around Jennifer some over the past, she still didn't know my parents very well. Then I realized why she was likely uncomfortable - my daddy. He hadn't seen her nude since last summer, and her body had changed a good bit since then. I whispered to Jennifer, "Anything wrong?" "Not really. I'll be alright." I watched Daddy a little closer to see if he was gawking at her any. Mom had certainly told him a good bit about the weekend. So, he had to know she wouldn't be interested in fooling around with him. But she was very pretty to look at. He was being cool though. Everyone finally settled in to eat. Jennifer was sitting next to me, and furthest away from Daddy. Mom had gone out of her way to cook fried chicken and a bunch of veggies. She even baked some biscuits from scratch. I was going to have to invite Jennifer over all the time! As we ate, I felt Jennifer's foot caressing my calf. I quickly glanced at her and she kept a straight face. I figured she needed the contact for assurance. I looked at her and smiled. Mom's eyes caught mine, and she quickly glanced at Jennifer, then back at me. "Is everything okay, Jennifer?" She blushed, but then looked straight into Mom's face. "Thank you, Mrs. Livingston, everything is fine. It's a great dinner. It's just, this is the first time since we moved here that I have been invited to a friend's home and then for dinner, too. So I'm just a little bit nervous." "We understand, but you can relax. You have known us for a little while and we think it's great that you and our daughter have become friends," Daddy said smiling at her. "And we do hope that you feel welcome and comfortable here with us." She looked a little more at ease. "I'm sure I will be soon with you all being so nice to me. I haven't made many friends yet, so this is very special for me." Mom looked relieved, too. "Well then, just enjoy dinner, Jennifer. Everything else will fall into place." "How are your parents, Jennifer?" Daddy asked. "I haven't seen them for a while." The conversation went on, a little strained perhaps, but Jennifer seemed to relax more. But her leg never left my calf the whole time we were sitting at the table. ------- After we ate a light dessert, we stood up to leave the dining room. Jennifer thanked Mom for the delicious dinner. She also thanked both of them for letting her come over and spend the night. They both told her she was welcome any time. I told Jennifer to go on up to my room, that I needed to ask my parents about something. Jennifer excused herself and headed upstairs. I helped Mom with clearing the table. "Mom, when Jamie gets home, can you please tell him to not bother Jennifer?" "You think he'll be humping her leg?" "It's not her leg he wants to hump. Plus, he'll get drool all over the place." Mom chuckled. "I understand, sweetie. I'll tell him to give you girls some privacy tonight. Who knows? Maybe Sarah will have worn him out." "Yeah, like that is even possible," I sarcastically replied. "I promise he won't bother you two girls." "Thanks, Mom." The earlier conversation with Jennifer was still on my mind. I decided to talk to Mom about it while I had her alone. "Mom, Jennifer asked me if I'd told you about her ... that she was into girls. I told her I had. She got really upset thinking you might tell her parents, or might have already. I told her she could trust you as much as me. But still..." "Do you think I need to talk to her?" "I dunno. Maybe. She'd probably feel better about things if you did." "Maybe I should tell her I'm into girls as well." "I wouldn't tell her about young girls..." "Not yet ... but eventually." "I'll leave that to you. I don't know how she would react, especially right now." "I'll let her know she can trust me not to hurt her, but you and I both know her parents already know." "Yeah. Telling her that will be tricky." "It actually might be best if I told her that ... so we could discuss it. Let me think about it." "You're probably right," I agreed. "There is one more thing, Melissa, that you should know. So far the Prestons haven't been involved with you kids, and neither have their kids been involved with any adults. So unless I get a go-ahead from Janet and Carl, I won't do anything with Jennifer anyways. That's always been a rule for me and your father, and our friends: Only do something with one of the kids if his or her parents approve. "But Mrs. Preston did paddle me and finger my cooch!" I objected. "She had talked with me beforehand and asked my permission. Ever since they saw the video of Bob with you, Janet and Carl have wanted to have fun with you as well. And you were her first, sweetie. Janet wanted to find out how she felt about it." Mom grinned. "You mean how she felt about playing with a young teen girl?" I asked. "She definitely got into it. But she also found out I wasn't really too crazy about getting butt whoopings for the fun of it." "And you telling her quite openly that you didn't like getting paddled by her spooked her a bit. So, after you left their cabin, Janet and Carl talked about it, and they decided to back off a little for now." "Oh," I replied, scrunching my face. "I mean, the butt whooping wasn't really a deal breaker. I just didn't like that part too much. I was fine with her doing other stuff with me, what little we did. I didn't mean to scare her off." "Don't worry. She won't hold it against you. Colleen had told Janet that you liked to try things. And Janet and I had talked about it before she asked you to come by their cabin. The Prestons are thinking about involving their kids and becoming involved with you kids. But they've held off not knowing how to handle things with Jennifer." She looked at me for a moment. "Since you and Jennifer are becoming better friends, and obviously continuing to have sex together, the Prestons are thinking about it again." "They already know we had sex today?" I asked, incredulously. "It may have come up when I was talking on the phone while you two were playing CDs," she replied, acting oh so innocently about it. "You are such a bad mommy!" I playfully growled, smiling as I shook my head at her. "Anyway ... so they are waiting to see how things go between you and her tonight ... and when Sarah gets involved with Jennifer, too." Crap. I controlled Jennifer and Derek's fate when it came to their getting involved with a bunch of adult perverts that liked having sex with underage kids. No pressure, I sarcastically said to myself. I decided to tell her about another thing I was very concerned about. "Mom, if I have sex with them, I don't want things to get like they were with Sarah." I saw the understanding in her eyes. "We'll talk about it, and figure out the best thing to do." Daddy then joined us in the kitchen. "I think Jennifer is enjoying herself." "Yeah, and so is Mom." I teased her. Daddy then asked, "Melissa, do you have any plans for Wednesday night?" "Well, if it's alright with you, Doris invited me to spend the night with them after the youth group." "So you'll be gone then?" "I guess. Why?" Mom replied, "We'd like to ask Pam and Peter to come over and spend the night with us ... if that is alright with you?" "Peter?" "I have a birthday present I want to give him, and I can't give it to him tomorrow night," Mom smiled. I suddenly felt jealous. She wanted to have my boyfriend to spend the night so she could fuck him. But I shook off the feeling quickly as I realized I would be sleeping with Doris and her husband. It only seemed fair. Plus, he had been a good boyfriend lately ... even if we had only been hooked a few days. "That's cool," I answered. "But Mom?" "Yeah?" "I want you to give him your gift in my room ... in my bed," I said. "And please do take good care of him." I smiled deviously at her. She hugged me. "I promise." "And Mom, don't ask him to butt fuck you. Okay? I'd like to be his first for that." Our eyes locked for several seconds. It became obvious she had had exactly that in mind. Daddy watched us closely. She finally relented. She sighed and then said, "Alright, if you insist." "Thanks, Mom." I smiled. "Oh, and Daddy," I said, turning to him. "You better take good care of Pam. I don't want to get a bad review from her." "I'll do my best, baby girl," he said wrapping his arm around me ... pulling me to him ... kissing me. I slipped my tongue between his lips and the kiss became rather passionate right in front of Mom. "Where's mine?" Mom asked, feigning being neglected. I went out of my way to put on a show of kissing her ardently. Our mouths were twisting together as Mom got into it as well. "Uh hmm," Daddy quickly uttered to get our attention. "Let's not forget we have a guest in the house." I looked squeamishly at both of them. "Sorry." Mom leaned in and softly said, "I'm not ... and neither is your father." I followed her gaze to his rock hard cock. "I guess I better had go upstairs," I said, looking between Mom's face and Daddy's rigid erection. "And stay upstairs for a while," Daddy replied as I started to step between the two of them toward the stairs. Just as I was between them, they both popped the nearest butt cheek to them, causing me to step more quickly. I glanced back at them both with a playful but sinister look. "Mom, Daddy?" "What is it, baby girl?" "You guys are uber cool." "Oh, so we reached uber status, huh?" Daddy inquiringly asked. "You're the uberist." "That's not even a word..." Daddy started to say. Mom interrupted him, grabbing his hard cock. "It is now, dear. Just say thank you to our daughter, the linguist." "Thank you, sweetie." I just giggled as I turned and went upstairs. I knew what they would be doing for a while. ------- Jennifer was waiting on my bed for me. "Thanks for inviting me over. Your parents are too cool." "They aren't so bad. They're on the best behavior though since you're here." "I hope you'll think my parents are just as cool." "I'm sure they are." I replied. "By the way, Peter will be coming over soon." She looked disappointed, but then moved to straddle my lower back and began massaging me. "What are you doing?" "Just getting you ready for more sex." "Cool," I replied. I lay there enjoying her hands on me. She was pretty good at massages. She was making me wet. I'd have to ask her about that sometime. After working my shoulders very nicely, she worked her way slowly down my body. I could feel wetness from her pussy on my lower back where it was pressing against me. That made me even wetter. Then she slipped further back until she was squatting somewhat on the back of my thighs. Her hands proceeded to massage my butt. She was still taking her time as well. Gawd she had such soft gentle hands. Then she placed her legs between mine, squatting down again, forcing my legs to spread far apart. She scrunched down on the bed a little more before she leaned down and began kissing, licking and nipping my butt cheeks. I moaned for her, letting her know I was enjoying everything immensely. Then I felt her tongue on my asshole. "Oh Gawd, yes, girl!" I exclaimed, drawing the words out just like the feelings she was giving me. She didn't say anything though. She just kept licking and prodding at my tight puckered hole. Then her hands moved to either side of it, pulling my cheeks apart further. Her tongue was slipping inside my butt, into my rectum a little. She pressed her mouth tighter to me, working her tongue further inside. She was tongue fucking my butt! She kept at it for the longest time, longer than anyone had ever spent even licking against my back opening. I came several times while she did it as well. She rode me through them though, keeping her mouth pressed tightly around my asshole. Finally she pulled away. I laid there panting hard for a short time. "Did you like that," Jennifer asked. "Duh!" I replied, breathing hard still. "I thought you might," she said. I looked back at her. She was flexing her jaw some, but she smiled sweetly at me. I reached for her arm and pulled her down to lay beside me. I passionately kissed her, licking her mouth and lips. I sucked on her tongue, knowing where it had been. Finally, I laid my head on her chest, enjoying the closeness. We laid there quietly for a few minutes. She brushed my hair with her fingers the whole time. Even that felt wonderful. "Mel?" "Yes, sweetie?" "What are you going to do with Peter here?" I smiled to myself. "Well, I have a few things in mind, and I'm sure you will like them, too." ------- Chapter 36 Jennifer seemed so much more relaxed as we were holding each other, more relaxed than I had ever seen her before. There had been moments at the campground, after our emotional confrontation about Peter, when she had looked like this. But she seemed to really enjoy just being herself. I actually thought she was just beginning to discover who she really was. It had to be a horrible feeling having to hide so much of yourself out of fear. I wanted our house to be a place she could be her lesbian self. Of course, there was the matter of her getting used to my parents knowing. I wasn't too worried about that. Jamie would be more of a challenge, but I could kick his ass to keep him in line. Mom probably would as well! Jennifer had gone along with me earlier today when we had sex with my bedroom door open. I knew Mom would likely be watching us, but Jennifer didn't. I had known how Mom would react, which was exactly how she did, too. But Jennifer had shown a side of herself that surprised me a little, even though I thought she had some wildness in her. It concerned me a little as well. I didn't want her getting too wild for her own good. She had so much more at stake than me. "What are you thinking about," she asked, still brushing my hair with her fingers. "This afternoon when you went along with me ... licking each other, knowing Mom could walk in on us." I moved my head up so I could see her face. She looked over at me contented like. "I like taking chances sometimes," she said looking down slightly, cutting her eyes up at me. And this was the girl who was terrified of people finding out she was a lesbian? Was I creating a monster? "You and I need to be careful, or we're going to drive off the cliff," I sorta joked. "Huh? Wait ... you mean Thelma and Louise? I liked that movie. It's too bad they weren't lesbians. I mean, ewwww, she actually slept with Brad Pitt." I was a little surprised she realized the movie I was referring to. "Brad Pitt is a hottie, girl," I declared. "Do all lesbians have vision problems?" "Ha ha," she huffily replied. "He's handsome, but he has one of those dangly penis thingies." "I like dangly penis thingies, especially when they're not dangly." "Dangly or not, they're gross." "So, I won't get you one for Christmas." "I don't know how you can stand to touch them. They spit out all that disgusting slimy gunk." "Dude! You've been around ding dongs ever since you started camping naked. What the fuck?" "I don't ever look down ... at least when guys are around." "Your father and brother have one. Do they gross you out, too?" "They're family. I've learned to live with them slithering around." "It's not a snake or anything ... unless you count Donkey Dick's King Kong dong." "That one has to scare even you, girl." "As long as it keeps its distance..." We both busted out in giggles. I then asked, "What about dildoes? Are those icky too?" "I've seen one. I didn't touch it though." "Why didn't you? They aren't icky. Every mom has one." "Does yours?" "A few. She has more vibrators than dildoes ... at least that I know of." "How do you know?" "Chica, please," I said. She grinned, but she was going to learn not to underestimate me so easily. "A vibrator would be cool to have," she said. "So would a dildo." "Dildoes don't vibrate ... just like guys. They just lay there." "They throb some when they're all hard and yummy." "Throbbing isn't the same as vibrating." "So if a penis vibrated, you'd play with one?" "If it didn't look like a penis." "The ridge of the head feels so good moving inside you though." "But it looks like a penis." "Gawd, are all lesbians so picky?" "This one is." "I guess it's a good thing I have a cooter." "I hate the word cooter. Turtles are cooters. And some penis thingies look like turtles." "That's not the turtles fault," I said, both of us giggling. "And I thought you never looked down?" "I lied. I mean, it's like the really goofy looking animals at the zoo. You can't help but stare at the weirder ones." "Would you be happy if all the dickie doo floppies were in cages at a zoo?" "Maybe if they were kept at the back end of the zoo. You know, the part you never actually get to see because it's late in the day and your parents are ready to leave." "What if they had happy faces painted on them?" "Then it would look like snot coming out of their noses when they blow." "What if the noses were glued shut?" "Then it would look like it had a booger on its nose." "What if the booger was painted red to look like a clown's nose?" "Now you're just being silly." She had a point. And speaking of yummy dangly things, Mom hollered from downstairs that Peter was here. "I'm not finished with you yet, hater." She stuck her tongue out at me. I so wanted to suck on it. Jennifer's tongue or Peter's pecker? Decisions, decisions. ------- We walked downstairs together to greet Peter. He was standing in front of the entrance to the family room. Interestingly, he had already taken his clothes off. "That was fast," I told him. "What was fast?" "Your clothes! You must've been taking them off as you came in the front door!" He blushed a little. Jennifer almost giggled. I then kissed him to make him feel better. I glanced into the family room. Daddy and Mom were sitting next to each other on the couch. Everything looked normal, as far as I could tell. Mom must have done a fast number on Daddy for them to be sitting so relaxed. Had Daddy done a number on Mom as well? "We'll be upstairs," I said to my parents. "Okay, Melissa," Mom replied nonchalantly. Daddy just gave us a big smile. I grabbed Peter's clothes and took them with me ... in case anyone stopped by. Just as we reached my bedroom, I asked Jennifer to wait inside for us. She knew I wanted to talk to Peter alone for a moment. She was cool about it. I was glad, because I didn't want the two of them acting jealous over me. She took his clothes from me and left us alone. "You're acting weird," I told him. He glanced toward my bedroom door, and then pulled me further down the hall. "What are you planning," Peter asked. "I thought Jennifer and I could fuck your mouth and ass with strap-ons." He glowered at me. "I dunno, dude. Hang out. Work on our plan to take over the world. Order a pizza. We're not going to ambush you though," I told him, reaching to fondle his cock. "Don't get me hard..." "In front of the lesbian? Don't worry. I doubt she'll bite it off or anything," I snickered as I then took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. "Are you guys cool?" Jennifer asked. "Yeah. Peter thought we might play dress-up with him." "That could be fun," Jennifer replied, grinning deviously. I was almost tempted to go for it. I wondered just how Jennifer would want to dress him up. "No fucking way," Peter exclaimed, shaking his head determinedly. "Your loss," I teased him. I had never seen him feeling quite so ... out of place. "Relax, Peter. We're just jerking your chain some." Jennifer said, "Leave me out of the chain jerking, chica." We sat and talked about the weekend again. I told them both that a few people had possibly spotted lights up in the fire tower Saturday night, and that Mom had gotten a confession out of me, but wasn't going to rat us out. "I guess it was kinda stupid to take lights up with us," I said. "I'm just glad nobody came to check it out while we were still up there," Peter added. "Getting busted with weed and alcohol would've pissed off all our parents." "My parents would've killed and buried me, and then grounded me for life. I know I wouldn't be here spending the night." We were all quiet for a second. I wondered just how harsh her parents would have been. I still wasn't sure I understood them at all. They wanted to fool around with me, but would they keep Jennifer away from me if they didn't approve of something we did together? Or would her mom work on my butt with a wooden paddle again? Or something worse even? I figured we would cross that bridge when the time came. Suddenly Jennifer smiled. "Guys, this reminds me of what Peter and I saw at the campground last year." She had my interest. "What did you see?" Peter looked at her not sure what she was referring to. "You know, Peter, when we spied on those two women together with that guy?" He grinned, "Yeah, now I remember. Too bad you weren't there, Mel." "Thanks for reminding me that I was too young then to even know about nude camping. It would've corrupted my mind and rotted my teeth," I huffed. "Anybody care to fill me in?" "Jennifer and I were walking the trail when we heard some laughing and wondered what was going on," Peter said. "There was this guy with two women. We didn't know any of them. They had slipped off into an opening just off the walking path and were lying on some large towels. There were no other people in sight. So we snuck up on them." "What were they doing?" "They were having sex." "It was pretty neat, it was the first time I had ever seen two women having sex together," Jennifer giggled. "The two ladies were kissing and making out as the man was lying back watching and stroking his cock." "I'm surprised you looked at his cock," I teased. She smirked at me. "So, what were they doing?" I asked her. "I just told you. The two ladies were kissing. But all you heard me say was 'cock'," she said with another smirk. I smirked playfully back at her, and then scooted up on my bed to lie next to her. "Like this?" I asked, turning my head to kiss a surprised Jennifer, but she quickly got into it as I pulled her closer. "Yeah," Peter replied, staring at us intently. His cock seemed to like what was going on as well. "Play with it," I challenged him. "What?" he asked, probably hoping I meant something other than what he suspected. "Your cock, silly. Jennifer said that's what the guy did." He blushed a little as he wrapped his hand around his steely hard shaft. Jerking off in front of me was one thing. Doing it in front of a lesbian had to be a little weird for him. "What else did the ladies do?" I asked Jennifer. "They started playing with each other's tits," she replied. She also knew what I was up to after telling Peter to play with his pecker. Before I could even move my hand, she was already cupping and massaging my breast closest to her. I looked at her, surprised she was being so bold in front of Peter. She blushed a little, but also flashed a wicked look at me. This girl might be inexperienced and even a little shy, but she wasn't nearly shy enough to stop her from being daring. I reached for her breast and lovingly caressed it, tweaking her hard nipple between my fingers, making it stand out even more than it had been. I glanced over at Peter. His eyes were locked on the two of us while his hand was locked around his dick, stroking it slowly. "What next?" I asked. "The blonde began sucking the brunette's nipple," Peter quickly stated. He knew what was going on as well. I looked at Jennifer. "Do you want to be the blonde?" She hesitated for a moment, thinking. "You might better be the blonde," she replied. "Why?" I asked, looking between her and Peter. She looked down for a moment. Peter then answered for her, "She was the one who did things with the guy." "Was the brunette a lesbian?" "I dunno," Jennifer said. "But she really didn't do anything much with the guy." I noted that she didn't say the brunette hadn't done anything with the guy. "Okay, I'm the blonde," I expectantly told her. She responded by lowering her mouth to my nipple, slurping on it as she alternated between softly sucking and licking it. I think she was putting on a show for Peter as much as trying to make me feel good. She did have great nipple sucking skills. "Is that how she did it, sweetie?" I asked Peter who was breathing a little faster. He nodded "Just like that?" I asked, smiling. "Exactly like that." "So, she was putting on a show for the guy?" "Yeah." "Just like Jennifer is ... just for you?" "Fuck yeah," he groaned as Jennifer gently bit my nipple and pulled it away from my breast for a short time. I whimpered softly along with his groan. "Then what?" I asked somewhat breathlessly. "We'll show you," Jennifer replied for Peter. Jennifer sensuously slid down my body. Her eyes never left mine as she moved down between my wide-spread legs, her tongue gently caressing my pussy lips. Peter moved to take her place at my breast, lovingly sucking and licking it as he turned his head to watch Jennifer. She took to having an audience quite well. It had been rather dark Saturday night in the fire tower. My bedroom had plenty of light, and Peter was enthralled watching Jennifer. He had seen girls going down on each other before, but never Jennifer. So this was new for him. My orgasm was intense, but Peter quickly covered my mouth with his. I knew he was concerned how Jennifer would react. She would have surely known Mom could hear me wailing like earlier this afternoon. Peter didn't know that Mom had been cool about it. He didn't want the fun to stop though, and I certainly didn't either. "Whew! Now I really do wish I'd been there last year!" I said, panting still. "That's not all they did," Peter informed me. "What else?" I asked, my interest becoming piqued again. "The women changed places," he replied. "Cool," I said, moving and getting Jennifer to take my place on the bed. "I'm not so sure..." Jennifer started saying, suddenly acting very shy and reluctant. "It's cool, chica," I said, lying with my face right at her cute cunt. "Peter's seen me licking pussy before." "You have?" she asked him as I went down on her. "Yeah." He simply replied. I was afraid he would say too much about who all I had gone down on before. I needed to break all that to her when the time was right. "I still don't think this is a good idea..." she started, before I lifted my head and interrupted. "Just go with it, gorgeous. It's just the three of us. And we're all best friends, right? Nobody else will know," I replied, attempting to soothe her nerves. I wasn't sure why having Peter watch us was making her so uneasy. I would have liked to have taken a glance at my door to see if Mom might be there watching us, or perhaps even recording us on video. But I didn't dare, afraid that if she were spying on us, Jennifer might spot her if she looked as well. Instead, I focused all my attention on her. Jennifer lay before me. Her legs spread wide and her knees up. Her pussy was so open. I just loved the way her small lips were peeking out from her outer lips that were pretty flat. It was so cute that I could pull her inner lips so far apart. I just liked to look at the wet pink flesh of her pussy. I fluttered my tongue between her adorable lips. Her pussy tasted as good as it looked, as it always did. Peter situated himself next to Jennifer like he had with me earlier. Jennifer seemed to go into panic mode, but didn't say anything. I couldn't figure out what the problem was ... until Peter began caressing below her breasts. I lifted my head, "Are you okay, girl?" "Yeah ... I guess." "Is that what the man did? Rub her tummy?" "Not really..." she replied. I looked into Peter's eyes. I knew then that they had seen the man do more. I knew he wanted to do it as well. In a sick way, I wanted him to do it, too. "It's just us, Jennifer. No one will know." "I know..." She was trying not to wuss out, but she was struggling with the idea of what Peter was on the verge of doing. "Do you want Peter to stop?" She lifted her head to look at me intently. I wasn't trying to push her into it. If she said stop, it would stop, and I would think no less about her. After all, she was a lesbian. But I think she saw what I said as a challenge. "Don't stop," she firmly said. I looked at Peter and sorta shrugged, and again stared at the seriously sexy pussy in my face. Unable to resist any longer, I went back to licking and sucking her juicy cunt. I kept my eyes on Peter though, not knowing just what the man had done to the woman the previous year. Part of the mystery was solved when he started playing with her tits. Jennifer tensed for a few moments, but then relaxed and let go. Her eyes were closed though. The rest of the mystery was solved a few minutes later when Peter lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. She definitely tensed up when that happened, but she again quickly relaxed and went with what was happening to her. Watching Peter momentarily brought on a bad feeling though. I felt a serious pang of jealousy as I watched his mouth attached to her breast. For just a brief moment I remembered just how I had felt when I thought Jennifer had been after him. But I quickly pushed it out of my mind and a more intense erotic feeling came over me as I watched them. It was her first time experiencing any kind of intimacy with a boy. It seriously turned me on, and made me feel closer to her than ever that she would do this together with me. I was proud of her. And I was determined to give her the best orgasm she had ever had. I used several fingers to fuck her while I worked my magic on her swollen clit. She was squirming and moaning as she gave into what was happening. She yelped really loud as her body stiffened, her back and hips rising off the bed. She was saying 'oh god' over and over as I refused to move my mouth and fingers away. She finally reached down, firmly pushing my head away. "Too much, Mel! Oh Gawd, yesssss!" she said loudly and then began to groan and whimper as I kept finger fucking her. Peter's mouth was still attached to her tit, sucking on it firmly. "Please! Enough!" she finally wailed. Peter and I both pulled away. Her hand immediately cupped and squeezed her pussy, riding out the last of her orgasms. Peter backed off as I quickly slithered up her body to hold her to me. "Wow," she exclaimed after a short time, breathing deeply. "That was incredible, chica," I softly told her, kissing her chin as she continued panting, still catching her breath. She finally looked at Peter. Her gaze made me wonder if she was now regretting letting what we did happen. "I'm sorry," I quickly said as I looked at Jennifer. "I was the one who said it was okay." "I didn't know what you guys had seen. You really didn't have to do it." "I wanted to," she admitted, surprising me. "I may never do it again, but I wanted to while you were with me." I started to say that he just played with and sucked her tit. It wasn't like he stuffed his cock down her throat, but I didn't. I was glad she let herself go with me. I planned to be more careful though in the future. I didn't want her to think I was pushing her to do stuff with guys. Yeah, I was concerned that guys would possibly suspect she was a lesbian, but she didn't have to do anything with me she didn't want to do." "Listen, Jennifer. I'm glad you had the girlie balls to let go and do something wild, especially for a lesbian, but I'll never push you to do something like that. You're my friend, not a specimen for me to experiment with." "Thanks, Mel. I just didn't want you to think I was wimping out. I knew what he might do." "You do what you're cool with. Don't worry about impressing me by how hetero you can be for the fun of it." She hugged me tightly. "So, is that all they did?" I asked, grinning. "Not exactly," Jennifer said, looking at me deviously before reaching to grab Peter's cock. My eyes went wide as she fondled it for a moment, and then began stroking it. Peter had closed his eyes. He was clearly enjoying it. "Uhhhh, Jennifer. That feels nice." I stared in amazement. In just a matter of minutes, she went from not wanting anything to do with a cock, to jerking off the one attached to my boyfriend. I was conflicted. I felt jealous that she was doing it without asking me first, but it was incredibly awesome to watch. It left me speechless. I guess it showed in my face as well. "Are you okay, Mel," she asked. "Yeah ... I guess," I breathlessly replied. It was my turn now to be unnerved, and Jennifer seemed to be enjoying it as she continued stroking my boyfriend's ... uh ... penis thingie. "Do you want me to stop?" "Don't stop," I firmly said. The eroticism of it all was overwhelming the jealousy I felt. She grinned at me as she kept working her hand along his shaft. I just stared in awe as my lesbian lover gave Peter a first class handjob to a boy's yucky cock. Peter was so turned on that she didn't have to stroke him for very long. He began to breathe hard and his cock was jerking in her hand. When he started to cum, the first couple of streamers shot way across my bed. I was impressed with both of them. Jennifer did something I never would have expected, and Peter probably set a personal record for spurting distance. The idea of a lesbian jerking him off probably had a lot to do with it. As his spurts started coming to an end, cum was draining onto Jennifer's hand. Her face contorted in disgust. I started giggling. She quickly remembered just how yucky a penis could be. "Ewwww," she exclaimed. "I told you the gooey slime was disgusting." She held up her hand like it had shit all over it. I laughed and fell over on the bed. "And it stinks, too!" she added. "Get me something to get this mess off my hand!" I sat back up pulling her hand to my mouth, licking Peter's cum off. "Gross out! I'm not kissing you again anytime soon," she stated. I almost choked trying not to laugh again. After I had most of his cum licked off, I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into the hallway to go to the bathroom to wash our hands, and rinse my mouth out ... just for her. Mom was at the top of the stairs when we came out of the bedroom. She looked at us both like we were nuts as I led Jennifer to the bathroom while Jennifer had this disgusted look on her face, her wet hand hanging like it was about to fall off. I wasn't sure if Mom realized what was going on. I just smiled at her as we passed. We would talk later. Jennifer held her hand over the sink and I started washing it. She wasn't about to touch it with her other hand. I soaped it thoroughly for her and rinsed it off. "You don't have like some kind of hospital strength sanitizer?" "Chica, it's not freaking radioactive or anything. I'll give you one of my hands if this one rots off. Happy?" We both started giggling at how silly she was acting. I finished washing my hands, and then made a show out of gargling my mouthwash, which almost caused me to swallow the stuff. As we dried our hands, I asked her, "What made you do that?" "The handjob?" I nodded. Like what else could it be! She shrugged. "I wanted to do something nice for him." "Bullshit, girl. You lie to boys, not to me." "I just wanted to do something crazy to show you I wasn't a wimp." "Well, you were doing great at it ... until you went all blubbery on me over my boyfriend's protein shake..." I said, looking at her previously spunky hand. She blushed, "Sorry." I smiled at her. "It was daring as fuck though. You definitely shocked me." She looked at me, flashing that devilish look again. Gawd, she was going to be so much fun to hang out with! "One other thing I'd like to know," I said. "Why did it look like he wasn't the first one you've ever given a handjob?" She smiled coyly. "I've spied on Derek and Julie a few times at my house. I've seen her give him one a few times." "Whoa, girl. You said Saturday night that his door was always closed." "I know. I was too embarrassed to admit I spied on them. I'd just told you earlier that day that I was a lesbian. We were starting to be better friends. I didn't want to freak you out by admitting I had done crazy stuff like that. I was afraid you would've thought I was seriously weird." I don't think I could ever call anyone weird after the past few months. "Chica, I spy on everyone. You don't have to keep stuff like that from me." "I've tried to catch them doing stuff whenever I had a chance," she admitted. "I almost got caught several times. I even hid in his closet once hoping to get a closer view." I looked at her amazed. She was more daring than I had thought. "You never got caught spying?" "Nope," she proudly proclaimed. "And, I've seen Derek giving himself a handjob a few times, too." "Way to go, Jennifer!" I softly exclaimed. "Did you rub one out while spying?" "One time ... while focusing on Julie," she replied and blushed. "I bet you've watched Jamie doing it, too." If she only knew what Jamie and I had been doing with each other. "Yeah, I've spied on him a few times," I admitted, and then quickly change the focus. "Did you ever watch your brother and Julie fucking?" "One time," she answered excitedly. This girl was full of surprises. She continued, "They didn't have the door closed all of the way. So, I pushed it open a little wider. But all I could see was Julie on her back with her knees wide apart and Derek humping on her." "Was Julie enjoying it?" "It certainly looked and sounded like she was. I didn't dare watch long though because my parents were in the house, too." "And you left the door open?" "No, silly. I pulled it back to where it was when I found it. I waited a few moments and said something loud so they'd notice the door wasn't closed." "Good call. Gawd knows how your parents would've reacted if they'd caught them. I guess you do love your brother." "He's cool most of the time." Since she had been so daring with Derek and Julie, I decided to see if she would go a step further. "Do you want to watch Peter humping me?" She started looking everywhere but at me. I was openly challenging her. She seemed to stiffen and then looked at me. "I was afraid this would come up." "You saw Julie getting humped. You seemed to like watching that," I told her. "It's different with you though..." I knew what her problem likely was. She didn't like the idea of watching my pussy getting slimed." "My pussy is washable, you know?" "It's not just that ... I mean, his thing is inside you..." "His thing has been inside me a lot already." "But I'd actually be seeing it." "I could have a hazardous waste team on standby," I sarcastically said. She giggled, which got me giggling. "Just promise you'll clean your cooch three times a day." "I supposed I should use mouthwash down there as well?" "Would you do that for me?" she giggled. I tickled her sides for that one. Then she seriously said, "Just keep it cleaned out for me." I chuckled. "Chica, I'm all about being clean down there." She giggled a little. "I know, you always taste pretty good." "Just pretty good?" I tickled her sides and she had to laugh. "Okay, okay, really good." She tried to get away from me. Getting back to Peter, I added, "You know you wouldn't have to touch Peter or anything ... unless you wanted to." "I think I've touched him enough," she plainly stated, which made me and then her giggle. "You can just watch. It'll be like being inside the cages at the back end of the zoo," I said, trying not to laugh. She smirked at me, and then said, "I'll watch." "Come on," I said, pulling her by the hand. "This is gonna be fun." I glanced back at her for a moment. She looked like she was being lead to an execution. But she wasn't balking. At the bedroom door, she stopped me. She then pulled me into an embrace and deeply kissed me. "What was that about?" I asked her. "That may be the last time I'll kiss you for the next few hours." I snorted at her, and again started pulling her along with me. Stopping me yet again, "Wait, Mel ... Is it really protein?" "Yeah, and they say it makes your boobies grow if it's spurted all over them, too. I'm sure that part's a lie though," I said, looking down at my breasts. "Who is 'they'?" she asked. "And I love your boobies." "I dunno, but 'they' is not a lesbian. And you can love my boobies anytime you want. Now c'mon!" I said, pulling her into my bedroom. Peter was resting comfortably on my bed. His dick kinda soft but with traces of his cum still on it. We both climbed on the bed and lay next to him, with him in the middle. He grinned at Jennifer big time. "Did you get your hand disinfected and sterilized?" Jennifer playfully punched him. "Don't be a jerk, Peter." He laughed. "Your dick didn't get cleaned though," I chastised him. "The bathroom was occupied," he said, being a smartass. "I prefer alternative cleaning methods better." "Oh, you do? Like this?" I leaned over him and took his cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard to get his attention." He moaned. "Yeah, but don't rip it off, though." After a short time, he was arching his back to fuck my mouth with his rejuvenated erection. I glanced at Jennifer who watched us with a look of disgust on her face. I sat up letting Peter's cock slip from my mouth. "What?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Go ahead, don't mind me. I told you I'd watch you two." I turned my attention back to Peter's bobbing cock. This whole thing had him so incredibly horny. After sucking him a little longer, I snuggled up to him and we started to kiss, softly and tenderly at first, but our kisses soon became more urgent and demanding. "Make love to me, Peter," I whispered and rolled over on my back. His hand was rubbing all over my tummy and then moved between my legs cupping my mound. He squeezed and pushed on it making me so wet. His head was directly above my breasts. Peter lightly licked over my pointy nipples and then blew softly on them. The wetness of his spit coupled with the cool air caused them to become erect and hard. I slipped one hand down to his already stiffened cock and began stroking it. His hand on my mound felt wonderful. I instinctively spread my legs wide for him. He took the signal and moved over me. I never let go of his cock, but now lined it up with my very wet opening. He pushed into my pussy and bottomed out in one smooth and deep thrust. I moaned as he fucked me, slow and deep. My hands were rubbing his flanks urging him on. "Yeesss," I hissed, "Fuck me, lover, fuck me hard." I noticed Jennifer moving so that she could look between my legs to see Peter's cock in my pussy. I swung my legs up higher to give her a better view of his cock pistoning in my cunt. But then I thought of a better view for her. "Peter, let me get on top," I whispered hoarsely. He moved quickly so that he was reclining with his back against the headboard. I sat in his lap with my back to him and my legs stretched out along with his. I reached between our legs, taking his cock in my hand, and lowered myself until it was deep inside me. Jennifer moved so that she was lying between our legs, her face only inches away from my cock filled cunt. I was slowly riding Peter. She had the best possible view of us, my lips pushed in as I slid down his shaft to almost his balls, and then those same lips were dragging along his hard flesh as I lifted. I arched my back to give me the best angle to take him all the way inside me. Each time my butt touched his hips, I tilted my pelvis back and forth like I had seen Sarah doing it last night, squeezing him tightly. In that position, I could closely watch Jennifer's reactions. For a girl who hated the idea of a cock even coming close to the pussy she so adored, Jennifer was definitely enthralled by what she was watching. Peter then reached out to grab underneath my thighs just above my knees, and pulled my legs back against me as I reclined against his chest. I was totally exposed to Jennifer. My slit was so open as I first moved my hips in small circles with about half of Peter's cock still inside me. He thrust his hips upwards, and I again arched my back a little and pushed down, taking all of him deeply. I wanted Jennifer to see how deep his cock was inside of me. I didn't lift my hips up, but instead writhed back and forth like before, working his cock with my body. I made a mental note to ask Sarah who taught her that. My boyfriend's moans and groans told me that he liked what I was doing to him. His cock was feeling so good, staying so deep in my pussy. Jennifer watched for a few moments longer and then moved beside us, kneeling next to us on the bed. She scooted up close so that she could touch me. She kissed my cheek and my neck avoiding my mouth. I had to grin a little knowing why she avoided it. Her hand found one of my breasts and squeezed it oh so good. She pinched my nipples sometimes a little hard making me wince from the pain. Her other hand found the small of my back and she pushed against it, moving with me in the rhythm of my fucking. The hand on my breasts moved lower across my tummy and down to my pussy. Her finger found my clit and started to gently rub it. I wailed out loud as a first strong orgasm washed through me. I pushed my bottom hard against Peter as my pussy spasmed around his shaft. He pushed himself upward into me as I squealed. His cock never felt bigger than at that moment. But Peter wasn't cumming yet. I finally was able to breathe again, taking deep breaths as my pussy continued to throb around his cock. "Shit, that felt incredible!" I exclaimed between my gasps for air. "We're definitely doing this again," I said, looking deep into Jennifer's eyes. She smiled, which raised my hopes that this wouldn't be our only threesome together. I pushed Jennifer out of the way and moved off Peter. Both had a puzzled look on their faces not knowing what I had in mind next. I got on my hands and knees. "Peter," I panted. "Take me from behind." He scooted around, quickly got into position and rutted into me again. Jennifer lay down next to me, her face close but far enough away to avoid kissing me. I looked at her and noticed the pained expression on her face. I reached out to her and she took my hand and kissed it over and over again. This couldn't be easy for her to watch me, the girl she loved, getting fucked on and on by a boy with his penis thingy pushing into my pussy. She knew he would shortly spew his cum into the pussy she craved licking and sucking. I pulled her closer to me and our faces touched. She looked at me wide-eyed, but after staring at each other for a bit she kissed me fully on my lips. She probably figured that none of Peter's stuff was still in my mouth. She rolled over on her back and moved close to my tits. I lifted up a little and she slid underneath my upper body. Immediately I felt her lips on my nipple, sucking it, nibbling on it, and licking it, sending electric jolts through my body. Her fingers began playing with my clit again while Peter's dick sawed in and out of my cunt. His cock and balls had to be touching her hand at least a little bit, but she wasn't pulling it away from my hard little bud. When the girl was horny and having sex, she seemed to be able to let go of her inhibitions some. Even with his cock right there, she wasn't shying away from touching me how she wanted. Our combined fuck juices were likely getting on her fingers. It wasn't globs of cum, but it had to have at least some of that evil boy juice mixed in. What she did next really surprised me. She crawled out from under me, and knelt beside the two of us. She closely watched Peter's cock fucking into me. She then pressed on my upper back until I was lying on the bed, with my butt still high in the air. She kept pushing a little as her hand moved down my back, causing my back to arch and my pelvis to turn upward more. When she moved her hand away, she then began pulling my ass cheeks apart. At first I thought she wanted a better view from above, but then she lowered her face and started licking the top of the valley that led to my butthole. Her tongue followed that valley until it was against it ... with Peter's cock plunging in my pussy just inches lower ... right in front of her face. After a short time, she moved her arms and hands to get into a better position to pull me open even farther, pushing her tongue inside my ass as far as she could, which wasn't much considering the angle. It did cause Peter to slow down his thrusting, but I quickly understood why he did. "Fuck yeah!" Peter exclaimed. "That is so fucking hot to watch!" I don't know exactly what he was able to see, but Jennifer's tongue felt great trying to work its way deeper inside my butt. The chica definitely had an ass fetish. Where was my mother with the camera when I needed her? Jennifer then moved away and rolled on to her back again, getting me to lift my upper body, and crawling back underneath me. This time though she slid all the way until her pussy was below my face, which meant her own face was just beneath my pussy and Peter's dick. Her hands reached up over my hips, lifting herself. Moments later, her tongue was lapping away at my clit, with Peter's cock just above her face. I lowered my head and returned the favor to her pussy. All three of us were moaning and groaning as we got lost in each other. I came hard and loud again, but pushed my mouth against Jennifer's pussy to muzzle myself. I'm not sure why I bothered, but it did seem to set Jennifer off when I did that. Her squeals weren't nearly as loud as mine get, but they do get your attention. I kept moaning into her juicy cunt, and she kept squealing. I had heard someone joking about a humjob one time. I wondered if this was it. "Oh shit," Peter said urgently a short time later, which signaled that he was about to fill me with his boy cum. While Jennifer might have been lost in the moment before, she quickly retreated from underneath me after Peter's forewarning. Peter slammed purposefully into me as he came, grunting loudly as he shot his load. He timed the rest of his deep thrusts to the remaining spurts. When he had emptied himself into my pussy, we all collapsed together on the bed, with me in the middle. All of us were sweaty and still panting somewhat. We rested for a while enjoying lying close together. Then I propped myself up on one elbow. "Jennifer, how do you feel now about doing things with Peter? Or, all three of us doing things together?" "As long as things don't go further with Peter, I'm okay with it." She hesitated for a second before continuing. Peter and I looked at her. "You've been a great friend," she said looking over at Peter. "And you're the only guy I've ever let touch me like you did. You may be the only guy that ever does, too." "Thanks, Jennifer." Peter leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm glad I didn't freak you out too much." She then looked at me, "I'm not crazy about touching a cock, but I'll do it sometimes ... if it's just the three of us. It ain't gonna be a regular thing though." We giggled together. "Afraid you're gonna lose your lesbian membership card?" I joked. "Maybe I'll turn you into a lesbian. They say it's infectious." "The same 'they'?" We giggled again while Peter looked at us like we were nuts. I then asked Jennifer, anxious to hear her answer, "Did your tongue touch Peter's dick?" "I don't think so, but I guess it might have touched me once or twice. I was too lost in licking you and enjoying what you were doing to me." "Too cool," I replied. "My little lesbian is growing up right in front of me," I grinned. "I'm a big girl now," she replied, both of us giggling like little girls. "His balls were touching my nose more than anything though." "At least you're not blubbering and crying about it ... running to soak your tongue in bleach, and scrubbing your nose raw," I grinned. "You're mean," she playfully pouted. I kissed her pouty lips. They were too cute to resist! "So, you want to do a threesome again sometime?" I asked her. "Yeah, but I don't think I could ever do anything more with Peter than we just did." "Cool," I replied, leaning to kiss her. ------- We talked a little longer before Peter told us he needed to get home before it was past his curfew. "Think your parents can give me a lift, or should I call my folks?" I got up and walked around the bed to him. I quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped between my legs. He had come a lot. The tissue was soaked and I tossed it into my wastebasket. I gave Peter a deep kiss, our tongues playing with each other. "Thanks for tonight, Peter. It was important to me." He looked at me kinda questioningly. "I want things to be open between us, with no secrets. Even when I make out with Jennifer." "I don't mind you two making out ... as long as you know that we are a couple." He said, looking at me possessively. It was the first time I sensed any real jealousy from him. "Peter, all three of us know that. I wanted to be your girlfriend, and I think Jennifer wants you and me to be a couple, too." I looked straight into his eyes. "Remember, we talked ground rules. And I don't intend to break them, mister. You're stuck with me." "I don't want you two to break up, Peter," Jennifer sincerely told him. "I want you stuck with me," he said smiling, and then kissing me. He quickly put his clothes on. I walked with him downstairs. Mom was dressed. Daddy wasn't. They were watching TV. "Come on, Peter, I'll give you a ride home," Mom said. Why wasn't I surprised that Mom wanted to drive him home and not Daddy? "Thanks, Mrs. Livingston. Goodnight, Mr. Livingston!" "Goodnight, Peter. Give my regards to your parents." "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you." I kissed him lovingly. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow on your birthday." "I love you, too, Mel. See you tomorrow," Peter gave me another kiss and then went out with Mom. I went back to Daddy who had stretched out on the couch and lay down next to him. He turned a little toward me so I could snuggle up to him. I felt his cock against my hip. His pubic hair had started to grow back and the short stubble felt prickly against my skin. "Kiss me, Daddy." His lips pressed firmly down on mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip into mine. After a long moment I broke away. "Taste anybody new?" I giggled devilishly. He licked my lips and grinned. "Oh baby girl, you can be so bad sometimes." I laughed. "And don't you tell me that you don't love it, Daddy." "I knew what you had in mind, missy, when you sat down with me. "Have you ever tasted a lesbian before?" "That was probably a first, baby girl." "So I got a cherry from you, huh?" "I suppose so," he replied, tickling me, which gave me an excuse to wiggle and writhe even more blatantly against him. He didn't seem to mind though. "Now go back upstairs to your friend." I stood up. "By the way, Daddy, you're getting kinda prickly down there. You need to shave your cock again." I said, smiling mischievously. "You don't want Pam to complain about it, do you?" Daddy blushed, and didn't say anything. I was being verbally bolder with him than he was used to. It was one thing for me to rut against his cock while he sat on the couch. It was another for me to talk with him about his cock. I was his thirteen year old daughter. I'm sure he would have been different if had been Sarah instead of me. I let it go, and decided to get even bolder. I stepped closer and asked, "Did you have fun watching us?" His reaction told me my assumption was correct. "We both did. Maybe I'll let you watch the video sometime," he gloated, surprising me a little. It just emboldened me more. I straddled one of his legs, my still wet pussy on his bare thigh. I slowly slid forward, letting my cunt rub against him. His cock quickly started responding as he sat there in stunned silence. "Can we watch it together? Just you and me? Right here on the couch?" I coquettishly asked, grinding my bottom against him a little. "Uhhhh ... honey..." he fumbled saying. I stood up, knowing he was at least worried about Jennifer walking in on us. "I guess I better get back to Jennifer," I said, acting like nothing had just occurred. He leaned forward and popped my butt. "What was that for, Daddy?" I playfully protested. "You know what for, young lady," he replied, turning to better show off his hard cock. "Bad Daddy," I chastised him. I then feigned innocence as I said, "All I wanted was to watch a video with you." I quickly scooted away as he started to reach out to grab me. His eyes followed me out of the room. I slowed down and wiggled my butt a little for his benefit. ------- I ran back upstairs and plopped down on my bed next to Jennifer. I felt some wet spots and grinned. "I guess we'll have to change the sheets before we go to sleep." "Good idea, I wouldn't feel particularly comfortable sleeping in Peter's gunk." "Maybe I should make you sleep in it. You helped get it everywhere, or did I just imagine you giving him a handjob earlier?" I then attacked her. We scooted all over that bed as I tickled her relentlessly. "Please, Mel, stop," she panted, "I need to catch my breath." "You're gonna get a lot more of that if you don't help me change the sheets." "You're so mean to me," she playfully pouted. "Us cock loving girls are supposed to be mean to cute lesbians." Jennifer grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. She broke away and looked directly into my eyes. She got very serious. "I wish all girls were mean like you, Melissa Livingston. It would solve most of my problems." We lay quietly for a moment. We both knew that she was right. "Jennifer," I spoke softly to her, "I promise I will be the best friend you can ever have." "I know, Mel." We cuddled a little longer. I felt I needed to break this gloomy mood. Suddenly I grabbed a surprised Jennifer. "Come on, let's get cleaned up. And let's put fresh sheets on." I pulled some sheets out of the linen closet and together we had the bed made up in no time. We went into the hallway bathroom and I left the door unlocked, curious if Mom might try to spy on us. We took a shower together washing each other. "So what do think now after seeing two people fucking up close?" I asked. "It was fun to watch, I guess." "Better than Derek and Julie?" "Definitely. At least I didn't have to worry about getting caught. Derek would've never let me live it down." Mom came into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee. "It's just me in here," Mom said. I grinned knowing Mom could have easily used her own bathroom. "Where's Daddy and Jamie?" "Your father is downstairs, and Jamie is in his room." I quietly snorted. It was difficult to make out what anyone was doing through the opaque glass, but I knew Mom could see things fairly decently from her side if we were really close to the glass. I shushed Jennifer and turned her to face the glass, practically right in front of Mom. I moved behind her and reached around to wash her breasts very sensuously before moving a hand to cup and play with her pussy. Jennifer at first tried to tell me not to. She had to know Mom probably could make out what we were doing. But she gave into me, going along with my stunt. After a few minutes, Mom flushed the toilet. "Leave your father some hot water, girls." "We will, I shouted out. "We're almost finished." She then casually left the bathroom, but I could easily tell her head was turned toward us the whole time. Jennifer chuckled suddenly as she washed my legs, and started slowly washing between my toes. "You know what's weird?" "You getting turned on by my feet?" "No, silly. I'm not into feet. "My feet aren't cute enough for you?" "They're cute, but I like something else more." "What?" "Your butt." "That's what's weird?" "What's weird is I wish I could fuck it." "You wish you had a dick so you could fuck it?" "Sorta ... sometimes." "You want to be a real boy?" I joked. "Shut up," she whined, protesting. "We could wish upon a star," I giggled. All that got me was my ass popped. "Oww!" I playfully yelped. "That's for being a bad girl," she said a little sternly. Like mother, like daughter? I fucking hoped not! She then turned me sideways to her and suddenly I had two hands between my legs, one from the front the other from the back. "Gotta get ya clean so I can lick ya again, sweet thang," she drawled in an imitation southern slang. I closed my eyes. Her hands and fingers caressed every skin fold, nook, and recess. Gawd, this girl knew how to get me clean. I should let her wash my pussy every day. A finger entered my butt and she gently turned it around in there. Her mouth was next to my ear whispering, "Need to get you clean there too. Would you like me to stick my tongue in there again?" "Definitely. Your finger also feels nice," I purred. After a short time, she pulled it out and held it up to her mouth, sucking on it. "You're such a dirty girl," I hissed at her. "You know you love it." "I do, but your cock is awfully thin." Of course, more tickling and butt slapping resulted from that. ------- We goofed off while drying each other. She looked cute when wet. It was making me wet all over again. "I don't have a toothbrush," Jennifer realized. "Don't worry. We've got extras," I said, opening the cabinet to find her one. We stood beside each other as we brushed our teeth. "Mel, how did you lose your cherry?" "Uhhh ... huh? You want to know how I lost my virginity ... while brushing our teeth?" There was no fucking way I was getting into that! "I mean your cherry ... your hymen." "A hairbrush handle," I replied, blushing. "You use a hairbrush handle to get off with?" "Well, no. But a friend does ... or did ... and she more or less talked me into it." "The same friend you told about me?" "No, but I can't tell you who she is for now." "It's cool. Is she into girls, too?" "Are you more interest in hooking up with muff munchers or how I lost my cherry?" "Do I really have to choose?" "Right now you do." "Okay, let's talk about your cherry." "So, I lost mine using a hairbrush handle while hanging out with my friend. She watched me and all. It was pretty wild." I said, and then spit a little toothpaste out. I then quickly asked her, "And you?" "I lost mine while doing gymnastics or something. Not nearly as exciting as how you did." "I bet a lot of girls lose theirs like you did, if they're really active," I surmised. "Mine must've been tough ... like me." She nudged me for that. I'm sure we looked and sounded silly talking with our mouths full of toothpaste. "And why all this interest in cherries?" I asked. "I was just curious. I accidentally overheard my mom talking about it with Julie's mom yesterday morning. I thought it was a weird thing to ask about. But since then I haven't been able to get it out of my head." "How did they say they lost theirs?" "Mom said using a cucumber." "I love cucumbers." "Me too, but I would've let you have that one." "Chicken shit." "Mel! It was in my mom's cooch!" "Like I said ... chicken shit." She nudged me again. "Would you eat one your Mom had used in her pussy?" "If someone dared me," I lied. No one would have to dare me. "Gawd, you are such a pervert," she teased. "I love you, too." I giggled, spitting some toothpaste on the mirror, which made her do the same. She added, "Mrs. Walcott said she lost hers when a boy got too rough fingering her." Interesting, I thought. Could that have been her start into rough stuff, like spankings and shit? I then said, "It sucks you lost yours the way you did." We both rinsed out our mouths. "What would've been a good way?" she then asked. I thought for a few moments. "Hmmmmm ... maybe with a toothbrush," I suggested, taking mine and attempting to rub her pussy with it. "Mel!" she exclaimed, squirming away a little. "Be still a second," I told her. I slowly rubbed the handle along her slit for a short time, and then gently pushed it inside her. "This is silly, Mel." "Sit on the toilet seat," I told her. I squatted down and put her legs over my shoulder. She had to brace herself so she wouldn't fall backwards. I then went back to fucking her with it. She relaxed and seemed to begin enjoying what I was doing. I then set her legs down and stood up in front of her, and pushed the handle inside my own cunt. "Let me do that," she said, taking it from me. She more or less repeated what I had done to her ... until... "Holy shit!" I softly exclaimed. She had taken the handle out, and used the end with the bristles around my clit. At first it was too rough, but then it started to feel really good. She would occasionally lightly rub the bristles directly over my clit, which got my legs trembling. "You're evil," I panted. "You started it, chica." I replied with a groan as she focused even more directly on my little bud. I grabbed her shoulders to brace myself as my orgasm started. She seemed to know just what to do to draw my orgasm out nicely. "Shit, Jennifer. I'm gonna start going through a lot of toothbrushes," I said, panting. "Not this one. I'm keeping it as a souvenir." "Who are you going to leave it to in your will when you die?" "My daughter, of course," she giggled. Kinky. She did let me return the favor. I decided to keep the one I used on her with my other keepsakes. It would be a fun story to tell my grandkids someday. "Jennifer?" "Yes?" "Have you ever used anything in your butt?" "Just my fingers ... and don't even think about putting a toothbrush in my butt!" I grinned at her. I would bide my time. ------- We went back to my room and flounced on the bed together. "Mel, isn't it weird how I can shower naked in front of all kinds of people at a nudist campground and never think much about it, but it makes me nervous doing it in your house?" "Have you ever run around in anyone else's house naked before?" "I did a few times when we spent the day at the Walcotts. Have you?" "Yeah, with the Rayners and the Thomases." "It would totally freak me out to be naked around Pastor Thomas in his house." "He's pretty cool. He's not a holy roller or anything." "He would be cool knowing he had a lesbian in his church?" she skeptically asked. Gawd, this girl had no clue as to what all he would be cool with. "Sure! You could be the official church lesbian," I teased her. It just got me tickled. "Mel?" "Yes?" "I wasn't sure how I'd feel about watching the girl I've been crushing on have a cock shoved up her pussy." "And how do you feel about it now?" "I can live with it. I mean, I guess I should be more worried about your friend who's also into girls." "Maybe I should be worried about my friend, too. You'll probably kidnap and keep her as a pet." "Is she that cute?" she asked, looking at me hopefully. "She's pretty hot." "Do you think she'll think I'm cute?" "Jennifer, you're just as hot as she is." "Only 'just'?" I wondered if this is what guys dealt with when their girlfriend asked them this kind of question. "Don't worry. She'll be drooling all over you." "I'm just teasing, Mel." "Well, even if you're not teasing, let's just say that you're both pretty damn hot." "I can live with that," she said, snuggling to me. The thing was, I would wring Peter's neck if he said I was 'just' as hot when comparing me to another girl. I better be the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen! What the fuck else are boyfriends good for if they suck at flattering their girl? We talked a little longer about different stuff before we fell asleep, with Jennifer spooning me. ------- Sometime later, someone was nudging my arm. I knew immediately who it was, too. "Jamie! What do you want?" I anxiously whispered. He wasn't looking at me though. I glanced over to see Jennifer lying on her back with her head turned slightly the other way. Her legs were spread open somewhat, giving Jamie a great view of her body. "Did you come in here to perv on my friend?" I indignantly whispered. "I came to see you, but Jennifer is a nice bonus." I clinched my jaw while shaking my head at him. "What do you want? And keep your voice down!" "A blow job." I rolled my eyes. "Get the fuck out of here..." "Just a quick suck, Mel. Please? You two have gotten me so horny." He was definitely that. His cock was bobbing and wet at the tip already. "Go masturbate. You've done it before. You know how it's done." "Yeah, but it's not the same. Your mouth feels much better, too." "If I do it, will you promise not to bother us anymore?" "Yeah," he quickly replied. "No, dinglehead. Promise me." "I promise I'll leave both of you alone. Okay?" "Bring it here and be quiet." I slowly propped myself on my elbow and reached for his cock. "Keep an eye on Jennifer in case she starts waking up. If she does you beat it out of here." "Oh, I'll keep an eye on her," he replied. Gawd, what a jerk. I figured I better get him off as quickly as I could. I licked around the head of his cock for a short time. I knew that usually got him going pretty good. Then I took him in my mouth, slowly bobbing my head before I realized I was shaking the bed more than I ought to. I pulled my mouth off him. "Fuck my mouth so the bed doesn't shake so much." "I love it when you beg me to fuck your mouth." "Keep that up and I'll bite it off," I softly, but forcefully, replied. Jamie always did like holding my head and fucking my face. He had to be a direct descendent of one of the earliest cave men. Sometimes he even sounded like one. He did pretty good at not getting too rough and causing the bed to shake, but he wasn't getting close to cumming either. He started thrusting faster, which naturally caused the bed to shake again. This time though, I couldn't easily pull my mouth off of him without shaking the bed a lot. If I bit his cock, he would yell out. I was starting to panic when I saw a hand reach out and grab one of Jamie's wrists, pulling him from me. I froze thinking it was Jennifer. She had caught me giving my brother a blowjob. But I was wrong. It was Mom ... with a freakin camera in her other hand! I quickly glanced back over at Jennifer. Thankfully, she was still asleep. I guess I had worn her out good. At least something was going my way. Then Mom motioned for Jamie to move back to me. She held her hand up to her mouth, pretending to suck a cock. I couldn't believe Mom wanted me to finish giving him a blowjob ... with Jennifer lying next to me ... while she recorded it on video! There was enough light coming from the hallway to illuminate the room enough for the camera. I just sighed and went with it. Jamie fucked my face like he had been doing, but slower this time. Mom would touch his arm when he started going too fast, making the bed shake. The rest of the time she walked around the bed with the camera. She was far enough away so that she was getting all three of us included. If Jennifer did wake up, there was going to be a whole lot of explaining to do. Things went on for maybe five minutes before I think Mom realized Jamie was going to need more than what I was doing to get him to cum. She walked back over, grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the hallway, motioning for me to come join them. I cautiously got out of my bed. Glancing back at Jennifer, I could tell she wasn't likely to wake up anytime soon. So I stepped carefully out into the hall to join Mom and Jamie. "Follow me," she said quietly to both of us, heading toward her bedroom. As we followed, I looked wide-eyed at Jamie who just shrugged at me. His cock didn't seem to care one way or the other what was going on. Instead, it was proudly pointing the way. Mom turned on her bedside lamp. Daddy was lying naked on top of the sheets as Mom woke him up. "Honey, wake up," she said as she shook him. When he was able to focus his eyes, it was easy to tell he was very curious why a family gathering was occurring in his bedroom in the middle of the night. "Greg, honey. Remember what I told you about Saturday night at the campground?" "Yeah," he groggily replied. "Why?" "The kids want to show you some of what went on," Mom stated. Huh? I looked curiously at Mom. She just smiled wickedly at me. "Lie down, Jamie." She then looked at me, "Get on the bed and kneel between your brother's legs." I stood there staring at her like she was nuts. "Just do it, Mel," she added, nudging me to go along with what she had in mind. I moved onto the bed like she wanted. "Show your father how you sucked him," Mom instructed me. I swallowed hard and did what she asked. I stared into Daddy's eyes as I lowered my face to Jamie's cock. He had seen me doing this before, but it was never up close and as personal as this. And he knew that I hadn't been aware that he was watching when I had sucked my brother in the past. We were all lying in his bed ... except for Mom who was running the show. Maybe she decided she liked being a director, too? I took Jamie as deep as I could. I held his shaft at the base, and took him inside until my lips touched my hand, stroking him as I dragged my lips back up his cock. My eyes though were glued to Daddy. His cock was just as hard as Jamie's now. He was intently watching his daughter giving his son one hell of a blowjob. I even made it noisy for him, slurping and drooling on Jamie's dick as the head nearly left my mouth before descending on it again. That definitely got Daddy's motor running, and his cock into his hand as well. I couldn't see Mom, but I was certain I knew what she was doing. I was sure she wasn't letting this go unrecorded for posterity. "She does a great job. Doesn't she, Greg?" "She definitely takes after her mother," he replied huskily to her. At least my daddy seemed to be proud of my cock sucking skills. How many girls could say that? "Lift your butt up higher, baby girl ... for the camera." What the fuck! Did Mom take some more Ecstasy? "Come over next to me, Greg. It's a great view from here." I stopped sucking Jamie for a moment. What the hell was Mom up to?! "Don't stop, baby girl. None of us are going to get any sleep until Jamie cums." When did the world start revolving around Jamie's hardons? I went back to sucking him. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. But then I jerked forward when something touched my ass. It was a tongue. It was licking my butthole! I lifted my head, and at the same time the tongue left my back opening. I started to look back when Mom said, "Nuh uh, Mel. Take care of Jamie." Fucking hell! Who was licking my butt?! This was like a blindfold game without the blindfold. As I did what Mom said, someone's tongue was again licking my puckered little hole. But who's? Jamie was staring behind me. "Mel, you're not going to believe..." The tongue left my butthole again, followed by Mom's voice interrupting him, "Young man, you need to focus on what your sister is doing. Or none of us are going to get any sleep tonight." At that moment, I didn't know if Jamie even cared if he went to sleep again. "Jesus Christ, that is so fucking hot," Jamie replied, looking beyond my head at whoever was busy rimming my ass. A hand was on each of my butt cheeks, but one was Mom's and the other Daddy's. Either one of them could be licking me while the other was holding the camera, which was recording an extremely close-up view of my butthole. Whichever one was licking me knew exactly what they were doing. My pussy was throbbing as the tongue worked its way just inside my butt. Whoever it was kept their face from touching me too much, which likely would have given away who was tongue fucking their daughter's butt. And then things changed dramatically. The tongue left my ass and traveled to my pussy. Oh, my fucking Gawd! One of my parents was actually licking my cunt! But who? Moments later, the tongue found my clit, and began to furiously lick it. "Are they licking your pussy?" Jamie asked. They?! I nodded to him, and he immediately groaned loudly as his cock blasted a load of cum into the back of my mouth. It caught me off-guard, and some of it escaped my mouth and ran down his cock. More spurts followed though, and I focused on swallowing those. I lowered my face onto Jamie's stomach as my own orgasm began. Whoever was licking my clit knew exactly what they were doing. I screamed into Jamie as my pussy throbbed like crazy. I reached back between my legs to cup and squeeze my cunt, riding out the intensity of it all. Still in the haze of my orgasm, I felt lips kissing my butt, alternating between each cheek. I couldn't figure out who was doing it. It could have been one or both of them. Finally, Mom and Daddy came up from behind me, with Daddy climbing back on the bed to lay where he had been, and Mom standing beside us with the camera. "Oh, my. That just won't do, Greg," she said, handing the camera across to him. Her eyes were focused on the base of Jamie's cock where some of his cum remained. She then lowered her head and began licking the cum from the bottom of his shaft. Frozen in place, I watched her. I glanced at Daddy. He was jerking his cock watching his wife and son. My own hand, still cupping my pussy, began getting busy as well. After licking pretty much all that was there, she lifted her face, and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues were in each other's mouth, passing some of Jamie's semen back and forth between us. We both heard Daddy grunting. He was on the verge of cumming. "Get over there and take care of that, young lady. There are enough wet spots on the bed already," Mom urged me. She literally pushed me away from Jamie over to Daddy. "Here it comes," Daddy urgently stated. "Mel!" Mom demanded, causing me to lower my mouth to Daddy's cock, taking it inside just as he erupted. I swallowed as quickly as I could without letting a drop escape. Glancing over at Mom, she was sucking Jamie's cock. It had softened some, but it still looked impressive between Mom's lips. She kept at it while I slowly licked Daddy's shaft. Within a few minutes, Jamie was coming again. That had to be record time for him. I figured that might be the first time he had spurted in Mom's mouth. I pulled my mouth away from Daddy, and Mom let Jamie's slip out of hers as she crawled across him to kiss me deeply, letting Jamie's cum slowly slide into my mouth. I swallowed all of it. We were one big pile of bodies as Mom and I passionately kissed. Finally though, the two of us just collapsed in exhaustion on top of Jamie and Daddy. After a few minutes, Mom said, "You better go get cleaned up and get back to bed in case Jennifer wakes up." Jennifer! I had forgotten all about her. I glanced toward the wide open bedroom door. I cringed, hoping she was still passed out in my bed. I quickly got up and dashed to the entrance to my room. Looking inside, Jennifer appeared to be asleep in the same position we had left her. I almost yelped when Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me to the hallway bathroom. "Brush your teeth and use some mouthwash. Then get to bed," she said, and kissed me tenderly. She popped my butt cheek and went on to her room, looking back at me with a smile. As I stood at the sink, I glanced toward the door and saw Jamie passing by on his way to his room. I quickly finished and went back to my bed. As soon as I lay down, Jennifer moaned and turned over toward me, dropping her arm across me. I stared up at the ceiling for a short time, thinking about what had just happened. I couldn't believe that Mom had been so daring, and that Daddy had gone along with her, too. Mom had made me suck off Jamie and licked my butt after the orgy at the Meyers. But we had been nude camping and in a tent then. And I had thought Jamie was in trouble. That had been one thing. But now she had me repeat that in hers and Daddy's bedroom, with him watching us. And Jennifer was even in our house. Mom had even made me suck off Daddy as well. Go figure why she had been so pissed when I had told her about sucking his cock during the blindfold game Sarah and I had played with him. But I wasn't complaining. Things were changing with my parents and especially with Mom. I grinned. It's what I had wanted, doing daring things together with Mom. I relaxed and just enjoyed Jennifer's warm body snuggling against me. It was a good feeling. Sarah would be with us tomorrow. I drifted off to sleep wondering what exciting things would happen then. ------- Chapter 37 The next morning, Mom came into my bedroom to wake us up. She was still naked as she sat on my bed caressing my head. "Good morning, you two sleeping beauties. Did you sleep well? You sure look comfy together!" I was lying on my back. Jennifer was lying on her side and practically on top of me. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her arm was draped down my body with her hand cupping my pussy. My legs were spread some and one was between hers, with her pussy pressed tightly against it. Her top leg was wrapped around mine as if to hold it in place. I stretched a little before I realized how we looked. Jennifer woke up forgetting where and how she was lying at first. Then she glanced down and realized Mom could see exactly what she had been doing to me. She quickly pulled her hand back and moved away a little from me. It was totally obvious she had been fucking my thigh while playing with my pussy. I didn't remember it. I had apparently been too sound asleep after sucking off Jamie and Daddy. But she must have awaken horny sometime after that and gotten herself off rubbing against me. Jennifer blushed. I shamelessly answered Mom. "We had a great night, very exciting." Mom gave me just a hint of a smirk, before asking Jennifer," "Did you have fun as well?" She took a minute before she squeamishly answered. "You don't mind what we did last night?" Mom caressed the top of Jennifer's head. "Why should I mind?" Jennifer blurted out, "Because it's not normal!" "What would be normal, Jennifer?" "A boy and a girl doing it with each other." "I see," Mom said kinda thoughtfully. "Jennifer, throughout history people have defined and redefined what is normal based on their own biases and more often on ignorance. For some, sex before marriage isn't normal, masturbation isn't normal - it'll make you go blind or grow hair on your palms." Jennifer and I both grinned. "Some say oral and anal sex isn't normal, and that you shouldn't have sex for reasons other than making babies. Others say you shouldn't do it with the lights on, and so on. Understand what I'm getting at?" "I think so." "Sweetie, don't let people define you. You define yourself. Be proud of who you are. You're as normal as anyone else. There have been lesbians around for thousands of years. It seems quite 'normal' to be a lesbian then, doesn't it?" "But kids at school ... if they found out..." "I know, and I didn't mean for you to advertise it. And it's tough for anyone to get through life alone. That's why you surround yourself with friends like Mel. And things will get better as you get older. But believe me, life is never going to be an easy road to travel. Even if you are 'normal'." Jennifer looked down and answered very softly, "Besides Mel, I don't know any other..." "Jennifer, I like to make love to men and women. I'm bisexual just like my daughter." Jennifer's head jerked up. Her mouth hung open in surprise. "But, you're married!" "Getting married to a man doesn't mean I stopped being attracted to women. It's not an on/off switch. Heck, I'm still attracted to other handsome men even though I have a very handsome husband in my bed most every night. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yeah, I just never expected you to be into women," Jennifer replied, still surprised by what Mom admitted. But she also seemed excited that she had yet another friend who understood her. "If they're attractive, I am," Mom smiled. We both grinned with her. "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me?" Mom asked her. "When did you know?" "When I was about your age. It took me some time to figure my feelings out, several years in fact." "I've heard some people say that gays and lesbians are just hurting themselves and others." "Then let me ask you something else," Mom said. "Did you hurt my daughter last night?" "No!" Jennifer almost yelled. "Did she hurt you?" "Definitely not!" "Did you make her feel good?" "I think so," Jennifer whispered hesitantly, blushing. Hell, I was blushing. "Did she make you feel good last night?" Jennifer nodded. "Melissa made me feel very good." "You're both happy with what happened?" She nodded, and I made a show of nodding. Mom scrunched her lips at me, trying not to laugh. "Isn't that what should be 'normal'? Two people enjoying each other? With no one getting hurt?" "A lot of people don't think so," she answered petulantly. "But I do, and so do some other people that I know. I saw you Saturday making love to Melissa in the alcove by the lake. You looked beautiful together. And you did last night, too." Jennifer turned crimson again. "Did you watch us last night?" "Yes, sweetie, I did. And again you two looked absolutely beautiful the way you were making love to each other. It made me, and my husband, feel good that you were enjoying each other like that." "Mr. Livingston watched us, too?" Jennifer was incredulous and looked at Mom wide-eyed. "He thought you two were beautiful together." After a second Jennifer said, "I wish my mom would talk to me like that." "Have you tried talking to her, sweetie?" "No, she wouldn't understand." "You'd be surprised what moms understand." "But I couldn't just tell her how I feel about girls!" She sounded almost panicked. "Why not?" Mom was still speaking very gently to Jennifer. "I dunno ... She and Dad would freak out because I'm not..." "Normal?" "Yeah." "Have you ever talked to her about a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" "No!" "So perhaps your mom didn't want to embarrass you by assuming something, and then saying the wrong thing. Isn't that a possibility?" "I don't know." Jennifer seemed deep in thought. "You see, Jennifer, sometimes it's very hard for a mother, or father for that matter, to talk to their children about such intimate things as sex. It was hard for me to know when Melissa was ready to talk with me about sex. And we needed a trusted friend to help us to communicate." "For real?" "Yup," I got in on their conversation. "Things had gotten really bad between Mom and me. A good friend got us talking. She helped to break the ice between Mom and me. And that wasn't too long ago either." Mom waited for a moment before asking, "Jennifer, do you trust me?" Her answer came rather reluctantly. "Melissa said you wouldn't do anything that would hurt me. I think I trust you." "You can think about it some more, sweetie, if you're not sure. I understand your hesitation. We don't know each other all that well yet," Mom said very softly. She continued to gently stroke Jennifer's hair, with me in between them. "But if you would like me to, and if you trust me, I would like to be your friend to help you and your mom to start talking about you being a lesbian." Jennifer was choking up and answered in a small voice. "That would be a big step for me, confessing that to my parents. They might be disappointed that I'm..." "Not 'normal'?" Mom smiled at her. "Perhaps your parents already suspect that you like girls. And perhaps they are cool with it because you're their daughter and they love you very much. Think about it, Jennifer, and you can let me know anytime if you want me to help you talk to your parents." "Thanks, Mrs. Livingston. I appreciate it, and I will think about it." "Good. Now let's wake up Jamie and get breakfast rolling." Jennifer and I went into the bathroom to pee and wash our faces and then went downstairs. She still looked a bit freaked out, but also deep in thought. "You okay?" I asked her. "Yeah. I wasn't expecting that..." "Mom does all kinds of unexpected things. You'll get used to it." "You do too, you know. "Yeah! Isn't it cool!" I beamed. She rolled her eyes at me. "But..." she said, and then paused. "But what?" "Your Mom is so cool, you know. The way she talks to me. I was beginning to feel that I'm not such a freak after all." "Mom's pretty cool, for a mom. And I know you can really trust her. She'd get you talking to your mom." "I bet you'd like to be there when she does, wouldn't you?" I grinned, "Well, I've never been to a lesbian outing." She slapped my butt. I playfully yelped. She giggled with me as we left the bathroom and headed downstairs. ------- On the way to the kitchen, I stopped to call someone special on his special day. "Good morning, birthday boy. And Happy Birthday to you!" "Boy?" Peter replied, feigning indignation. Was 'boy' the only thing he heard? Sheesh. Guys can be so sensitive sometimes. "Okay, birthday man," I corrected myself. "How's your birthday going?" "I had a special wakeup." "Yeah?" "I think Mom wanted to re-enact my birth." "How'd that turn out?" I giggled. "Well, only a part of me made it back into her. I didn't quite reach into her uterus." I was surprised he knew that much about female anatomy! "Don't worry. You've still got some growing years ahead of you," I snickered. 'Ha ha. You're supposed to be nice to me on my birthday." "I'll be extra special nice to you later. I get to rag you for now though." "Figures." "You know I wouldn't do it if I didn't love you." "I love you, too. And I'm just fucking with you, Mel." "Tonight, you definitely will be," I seriously told him. "I wish you were here now. You can't come over?" "Later. I've got some things I need to do first today. You'll be glad you waited on me," I sweetly told him. After some kissy kissy noises between us, I hung up and went to join Jennifer and Mom. ------- Mom was already busy in the kitchen. Jamie joined us a few minutes later. Mom put everybody to work as she fixed ham and cheese omelets. Mom was breaking the eggs, I cut up the ham and the cheese, Jennifer worked the toaster, and Jamie set the table. We were just finishing our breakfast when Sarah came over. With Jennifer there she didn't dare to kiss Mom like she had yesterday. "Good morning, Mrs. Livingston." I fought hard to keep from cracking up about her being so formal. But she was right to act that way. Smart girl, I thought. "And a good morning to you, Sarah." Mom kept a straight face. Sarah went over to Jamie. "Hi sweetie," she said, kissing him. "Hi Melissa and Jennifer," she smiled sweetly at us. She sat down next to Jamie. Mom asked her, "Can I get you anything, Sarah?" "Some juice would be fine." I got up to get a glass for her and poured the juice. We made some small talk and finished eating. "Go ahead, kids, head on upstairs, I'll take care of the dishes," Mom said. She winked at me. "Jamie, your father asked that you cut the grass this morning. So please get dressed and start on it right away." "Oh, Mom," he groaned. "No groaning and moaning, Mr. Livingston Junior," she admonished him. "I let you slip away to Sarah's house yesterday morning. And I had to call to get you back here. So this morning it's time to do some chores around here. I will be gone with Mel a couple of hours around lunch time. You'll have time to do what you want to do then. So get with it." "Okay, okay. I'll get dressed," Jamie huffed. I mouthed 'thank you' to Mom. ------- We all headed upstairs. As we got to my bedroom, Jamie grabbed my arm. "Can I talk to you for a sec, Mel?" he whispered. I waved to Sarah and Jennifer to go to my room and I went down the hallway with him. He grinned at me. "Wasn't that hot what Mom and Dad did with us last night?" I started grinning, too. "Yeah. So who was licking my butthole and my pussy?" "Honestly, I'm not sure who did what. They both had their faces right at your butt. I figured they both were licking you all over." "I wish I could've seen it from where you were," I smiled, biting my bottom lip. I then asked him, "Was that the first time Mom sucked you until you came?" "Yeah. I wasn't sure if she would ... especially swallowing my splooge." Splooge? Why do guys have all the cool names for their juices? Girl juices weren't nearly as sticky and messy. Just cause guys can blast cum across a room doesn't mean they should be considered so special. "She told me she sucked you at the campground Saturday night, but couldn't get you to cum. Was last night the second time she did it with you?" "Yeah, but there has been one other time." "When?" I asked expectantly. "This morning when she came in my room and woke me up..." "And?" I asked, urging him on. "Standing beside my bed, she grabbed my morning boner and stroked it a few times. Then she leaned down and took it in her mouth, sucking it for a short time. She pulled her mouth away and said it tasted pretty good, and for me to keep it clean in case someone wanted to do something with it. She then leaned down again and sucked on it a few more times before she stood straight again and said 'like that'." "For real?" I incredulously asked. He nodded. "She said you weren't too happy about how it tasted Saturday night." Holy fuck. "Then what happened?" I asked. "She turned and left the room, leaving me with my boner stuck up in the air, harder than before, if possible. I had to jerk off before I could come downstairs." I stood there glaring at him. I knew last night she was horny as fuck, but was she still that horny this morning that she couldn't resist teasing Jamie? Then he changed the subject to something else. "Remember the fun we had when you set me up with Pam?" he asked excitedly. "Yeah. And?" I asked in reply, unsure of where this was leading. "Could be a lot of fun if you set things up with Jennifer." He had a crooked grin on his face and looked at me expectantly. No way this was happening. But I knew I had to be careful how I shut down my horny brother. "Jennifer may not care to do anything like that." "You won't know until you ask," he said, with that same grin. What was I? Some kind of pimp? "Why are you asking me? Your GIRLFRIEND is right in my bedroom." "I was hoping you could talk Sarah into it." "Nuh uh," I replied, sternly shaking my head. "That's between the two of you." "Fuck," he said in exasperation. "Jamie, you and Sarah need to start really talking about what you both want. I know she loves you, but she's also nervous about you being with other girls, especially when she isn't around." "Tell me about it," he huffed. "No, you tell HER about it." "I don't want to piss her off." "Dammit, Jamie. She's pretty open-minded about a lot of stuff. Just talk to her." "I'm afraid she'll break up with me." Whoa. My brother really is in love. "Talk to her," I added softly. "I'll play referee if I have to. But I'm not going to do what you should be doing." "So, why does Peter let you have sex with others?" "We have ground rules. We agreed on who we can have sex with. The idea of him having sex with others isn't so easy for me as you may think. I'm sure he has the same concerns about me, too. We're still a new couple though. Things could easily change to something more like what you and Sarah have agreed on. Maybe Sarah is more serious about you now than you realize, doofus brother." He didn't answer. I looked at him sympathetically and said softly, "Brother dear, Sarah has told me she's not exactly fucking around with the adults either, other than Mom and Daddy. And me, of course." "I know, she's told me that, too." He sounded kind of downtrodden. I suddenly felt sorry for him, he looked so forlorn. He hadn't really thought out his relationship with Sarah. Plus, his hormones were running wild. I hugged him and kissed him. "I told you Sunday, you'll always have me, Jamie. I love you, my big brother." I kissed him again. "But you have to talk to Sarah about your relationship. You'll have to figure out together where you want to go with it." "You'll talk to her if she gets pissed?" "Yes. I promise." "You're awesome, Mel," he said, hugging me. "Of course, I am," I smiled. "And I like it very much that my best friend and my brother are a couple. I prefer it stays that way. Would make some bad vibes here if you two broke up." He pulled me to him and reached around with both hands to grab my ass. "Do I still get to fuck you anytime?" "Definitely, unless you pull another stunt like last night." "You got your butthole and cooter licked pretty good." "True, but if Jennifer had caught us..." "I know..." "Now go cut the grass so you can get Sarah's ass later." As I headed towards my bedroom, I was glad he hadn't pushed the group sex with Jennifer any harder. That just wasn't going to happen with her. ------- Sarah had gotten undressed and sat on my bed with Jennifer. They seemed to be getting along great when I walked in. I closed the door behind me mainly to keep Jamie from poking his head in so easily and overhearing us. I sat on the bed with them so we could all face each other. "What are you guys talking about?" Sarah said, "I was telling her how much I'd wished I'd been at the campground." "She's a newbie nudist, too," I told Jennifer, glancing at Sarah "It's neat to know other nudists my age," Jennifer replied. "That makes five of us then," I stated. "Me, you, Pam, Julie and now Sarah." Jennifer said to Sarah, "I hope you can go the next time everyone is there." "I do, too." "Me, too" I added, patting Sarah's leg. "You guys have been best friends for a long time," Jennifer noted, looking between us. Sarah replied, "Ever since we were practically babies. Our Moms grew up together as best friends, too." "I envy you guys. Ever since we moved here, I've had a hard time making friends." "You're cool. If Mel likes you, I definitely like you." "You guys have so much in common, especially since you grew up together for so long." Sarah again replied, "True, but I think we all have something big in common." "What's that?" "This," Sarah answered, while scooting closer to me, moving a hand to fondle my breast, and passionately kissing me. Jennifer stared at us wide-eyed. "You?" Jennifer almost shouted at Sarah, astonished. "I wasn't thinking it was you!" "Yes. Me," Sarah replied with a smile. "How long?" "About a year," I told her while affectionately hugging my longtime best friend. "Sarah was the first girl I did anything with." "I was thinking it was..." "I know ... one of the Rayner chicas," I interrupted her. "Peter said he told you someone in his family was into girls as well." "You're not going to tell me who?" "We promised not to tell anyone." Jennifer let out a frustrated sigh. The girl was getting greedy for more pussy to play with. I couldn't blame her. I then smiled and added, "But trust me, it won't be a secret for much longer at all." "You'll ask her?" I couldn't correct her and tell her 'them', even though I assumed neither Pam nor Penny would mind Jennifer knowing. She would be fresh girlie flesh for them. Of course, Mrs. Rayner wasn't going to mind either. I just hoped she would take things slow and easy until we all could decide if Jennifer would be okay with having sex with our moms. Jennifer asked, "So how did you guys get started?" She glanced at Sarah. "I mean, did Mel seduce you?" I giggled at Sarah. "It was the other way around," Sarah blushed. "So cool," Jennifer replied. "What did you do the first time?" Sarah and I explained how we were left alone at her house one night last August, and how we started out just kissing and stuff. "The first thing we ever did together was to 'practice' kissing," Sarah recalled. "We were both very nervous at first." "Yeah, we might've just sat there all night if I hadn't decided to go first," I said. "We were watching a movie with a lot of kissing and stuff. So, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Sarah's. It wasn't that big of a deal ... until I said we needed to use our tongues like they were doing in the movie." "Then it got really hot," Sarah added. "I think we were both hooked at that first tongue kiss. We kissed like that for a good while." "We got pretty good at it," I told Jennifer. Sarah nodded. I continued, "Then we watched a scene in the movie where this man put his hand inside this woman's blouse and felt her up. So, we decided to see how it felt. We took our tops and bras off and played with each other's tits." "Before long, we took off our shorts and panties and took turns rubbing each other's pussy," Sarah told her. "We had to stop when my parents got home." I didn't dare tell Jennifer that the first time I had gone all the way with a girl was the following week with Sarah's mom, and not Sarah. And that Sarah had already done things with Julie and her parents before that. "It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that we actually started going down on each other," I added. "With me involved in cheerleading and everything else, we didn't get to have sex very often. But I knew after that first time that I was hooked." "Me, too," Sarah stated. "We gave each other the best orgasms. I don't know if it was just because we were two girls getting each other off or not, but I knew I loved being with Mel, and doing it with her." "Gawd," Jennifer exclaimed. "I wish I'd had someone to experiment with like that." "Well, we can experiment together ... if you want?" I offered, already excited about the idea. "How do you mean?" she asked. "We can start doing threesomes together," I wickedly smiled. "Say you will," Sarah excitedly said, almost begging her. "There is so much we can do together." "You really want to include me?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. Her growing smile showed it. "We insist," I said, grabbing her and pulling her to us. The three of us sat on our legs on my bed facing each other. Our knees were touching. Sitting like this, we took turns kissing each other, letting our hands explore, caressing breasts and playing with nipples. As the intimacy grew, so did the passion in our kisses. Soft kisses turned into tongue fucking each other's mouth. Eventually all three of our mouths were together as we scrunched up even closer to each other. Being this close, we played with each other's butt cheeks, too. I had a hand on each of their sexy asses, squeezing and massaging the firm tight flesh. Jennifer was the first to drop her head to suck on one of Sarah's nipples. She used her hand to cup Sarah's breast, gently squeezing causing her nipple to stand out even more. She bathed it with her tongue before sucking it firmly. Sarah's soft moans encouraged Jennifer even more, swapping to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. I slipped around behind Jennifer as she continued to lean down. I reached beneath her and took her nipples between my fingers, pinching and pulling them, rolling the hardened tips between my thumbs and forefingers. I rubbed my tits gently along her back, my nipples hard and pointy. Jennifer then pushed Sarah onto her back, with her legs still folded beneath her. Sarah's gymnastics lessons were definitely paying off. Her body was as flexible as most any cheerleader. Her sexy pussy was obscenely exposed to Jennifer's gaze. She touched it with her fingers, gently exploring her lips and clit. She toyed with Sarah's opening, wigging the tip of her finger in her wet opening. When Jennifer's tongue touched her cunt, Sarah moaned with her head thrown back. Jennifer took her time, lightly licking every delicate pink spot of her sex. Sarah moaned again, propping herself up on her elbows to watch her newest lover explore her pussy in detail. I couldn't see Jennifer's face, but from Sarah's gaze it appeared they were looking deeply into the other's eyes. The lust on Sarah's face was intense, and Jennifer was doing everything to make that lust grow even more. It was wild watching her with Sarah. She had been so nervous the first time with me. I had been her first. She clearly was more relaxed with Sarah, enjoying her second girl lover. It was only moments later that Sarah's body became tense along with her groaning loudly as she came. Sarah's hand reached for the back of Jennifer's head, pulling her tightly to her pussy as she collapsed on her back and rode out her orgasm. As Jennifer continued pushing Sarah to another orgasm, I pulled away from Jennifer and excused myself for a moment as I left my bedroom. I went to my parents' closet and borrowed Mom's strap-on. As I started to leave, I remembered to grab a small bottle of lube that I saw. Returning to my bedroom, Jennifer had slid up Sarah's body, embracing her as they deeply kissed. She had let Sarah straighten out her legs. I was able to get back to the bed without Jennifer seeing what I had. Sarah saw me though, and her eyes widened as I fitted myself with the strap-on. I then moved onto the bed. The attachment on the strap-on wasn't very long or thick, but it wasn't small either. I slipped up between Jennifer's legs, and reached between hers and Sarah's bodies in order to lift her up into a kneeling position. Up until now, I would have licked her ass or pussy when behind her like this. But this time, I nudged the end of the dildo in between her pussy lips. "What are you doing?" she quickly asked. The distress was clear in her voice. "Shhh, relax," I softly replied, attempting to soothe her. "I'm going to girlie fuck you, chica. I'm going to be the first in your pussy like this." "So, who wants to be a real boy now?" Jennifer joked and giggled. I snorted and popped her butt cheek. Sarah asked what that meant. Jennifer and I simultaneously told her we would explain later. Jennifer's body relaxed, waiting for me to fuck her for the first time. She was even wiggling her hips a little as I rubbed the tip of the strap on along her cunt. Being a lesbian, she had to feel awkward though. Even I felt awkward. I had never done this before. Mrs. Clark had fucked me with hers though. I decided to just enjoy being on the other end of things this time. Slowly I eased the fake cock inside her. She groaned as it slid easily into her depths. I held it inside her, my hips pressed against her butt. So this is what a boy felt when fucking me doggie style. Just as slowly, I withdrew leaving just the first inches inside. "Fuck me, Mel," Jennifer urged, which piqued Sarah's interest as she slid back until she was sitting so she could look over Jennifer to see the length of the dildo. Sarah then joked, "You don't look like any boy I've ever seen." I gave her my best sour face. "But I bet I can fuck better than most of them," I confidently replied, pushing firmly back inside Jennifer. I got into a good rhythm with her, moving my hips to catch her at different angles, holding it deep in her as I made short quick thrusts before pounding her with long strokes. Her grunts and groans were all I needed to hear to know I was hitting the right spots. As I continued fucking her, Jennifer pushed Sarah's legs until they were folded and wide open so she could once again lick her pussy. However, she quickly learned how difficult it could be to keep your mouth where you wanted while getting fucked from behind. Jennifer finally came as I fucked her very hard and fast. "Fuck me!!!" she squealed out over and over. I kept a steady pace with my hard stabs into her. When she seemed to be winding down, I held myself deep in her. I was sweating and panting. The base of the dildo had felt good against my clit, but it wasn't enough to get me off. However, I felt proud that I could fuck Jennifer into a long hard orgasm. I then sat back on my haunches. Jennifer twisted around, cupping her still throbbing pussy. "That belongs to your Mom?" Jennifer asked. As soon as she finished asking it, she grimaced and said, "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Mel!" "What?" I asked, puzzled for a moment. Then I realized what she was upset about. "Don't worry, girl. Sarah knows my mom is bisexual." 'You do?" she asked, twisting her head to look back at Sarah. "Yeah. It's why Mel and I can do stuff here without worrying. "That's so cool," Jennifer said, turning her head to look back at me. "I wish I could do this at my house without worrying about my parents." Jennifer then looked back at Sarah, and asked, "Do your parents know about you as well?" Sarah looked at me before answering, "She knows my parents know about me." Sarah then looked down at Jennifer. "My parents know, too. My mom is also bisexual." Jennifer shook her head, half laughing. "Wouldn't it be wild if my mother was into women as well, and Dad didn't care?" she asked, more wishful thinking than an actual question, I figured. The problem was that I knew the answer, and I didn't like hiding it from her. Jennifer and Sarah took turns using the strap-on with each other. I even re-enacted what Jennifer had done when Peter had fucked me doggie style the day before. The only thing I hated about it was that I would have preferred the dildo to be a real cock. The bed sheets were a jumbled mess after wearing ourselves out. We finally settled down, lying together in a pile relaxing. I was still wearing the harness after using it on Sarah again, with the fake cock sticking up in the air. Jennifer asked me while watching me holding the rubber cock in my hand, "I can't believe you fucked me with your mom's strap-on!" "Believe it, girl. And just think, it's probably been used by my mother to fuck other pussies." "Gawd. I just can't picture your mother fucking other people with it!" Sarah suppressed a grin, but couldn't stop from blushing at least a little. Fortunately for her, Jennifer was looking at me." I held the dildo attachment in my hand. "You're just one of possibly many who have had this fake cock stuffed in their pussy ... and probably even a few butts as well," I said to shock her. She then tried to shock me, "Remember, chica. Sarah and I fucked your hot little pussy with it, too." I acted embarrassed, making Sarah laugh at me. I hoped I was more convincing to Jennifer. "I want to use it in your butt sometime," Jennifer then added grinning, trying to rattle me even more. She glanced up at Sarah, and added, "Your sexy butt too, chica." Gawd I loved how bold she was becoming! The three of us together were going to be like peas and carrots and ... whatever else. Sarah replied to Jennifer, "We'll have to make time for a butt fucking party soon." We all giggled at the idea. We talked a little more together. We agreed to be a threesome whenever we could, but I also encouraged the two of them to get together, too ... if only just to hang out as friends. Sarah appeared to have taken a real liking to Jennifer. I told the two of them, "I'm glad you chicas are hitting it off." "It's easy. Jennifer reminds me a lot of you, Mel ... just without the boy fetish," Sarah replied, causing all of us to start giggling. Jennifer was turning out to be rather bold and daring at times. Looking at the three of us I was reminded of Colleen, Doris, and my mom. Sarah was definitely more like her mother. She liked fooling around and being a big part of things, but she wasn't quite as daring as Doris or Mom. I was deep in thought about the three of us when Jennifer looked down on me, where the strap-on was sticking straight up. "Mel, you seriously look weird with a cock," she said. Sarah hit the dildo with her hand, causing it to flop back and forth. All three of us were giggling when Mom interrupted us suddenly standing in my bedroom door. "Melissa, you need to start getting ready or we're going to be late for your photo session. And remember, the photographer is doing this as a favor." "Shit ... Sorry, Mom." I apologized. "Damn it, I need to wash my hair and do my makeup and..." "You first need to take something else off, young lady." Mom looked at me rather sternly. She was none too pleased that I had not asked her if I could borrow her strap-on. We all three got red-faced as I mumbled apologies to her. "Get moving, missy." Mom stood and watched me as I fumbled with the straps around my waist. All I could do was mumble, "Oh, shit, shit, shit..." I finally had that friggin thing off and put it underneath my bed. Sarah grabbed my hand, "Chill out, princess. Jennifer and I will help to get you looking beautiful for your handsome prince." I started to stick my tongue out at her when Mom, seemingly calmed down added, "I'm sure between all of us that we'll have Mel ready for her close-up with Mr. DeMille." "Huh?" The three of us replied at the same time, then looking at each other. "You don't know about Gloria Swanson and the famous line from..." she said as I looked at her puzzled. "Oh, never mind," she gruffed. "Just hurry up and get in the shower." "Is the photographer's name 'Mr. DeMille'?" Sarah asked me, as we dashed to the bathroom. "Fuck if I know." Jennifer shook her head like she didn't have a clue either. We ended up just shrugging at each other as I got ready to get in the shower. I knew I had to be fast. So, I spread some bodywash all over and scrubbed myself. I quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair and stepped out. Both girls were ready with towels to dry me off. After that, Sarah went to work on my hair, knowing pretty much how I wanted it. Jennifer went to work on my makeup. "Maybe Mom's talking about Cruella's husband." I suggested. "That's Cruella de Vil, silly," Sarah replied. "And Cruella didn't have a husband. She had Jasper and Horace to kick around." I felt like such a dork. "And it was Glen Close who played her in the movie, not Gloria Whatsherface," Jennifer added. "Gloria Swanson," I corrected her. "Whatever." I shut my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off the lesbian who was in love with me. Especially as she got me ready to have a picture made for a boy. I would probably end up looking like a clown. She would probably make my nose look like a penis thingie. Both of them took brief opportunities to playfully touch me as well. Jennifer had my nipples poking out, while Sarah played with my butt some. In no time though, they had me ready. Mom appeared at the bathroom door ready to dress me. She had picked out a white bra and g-string panties, and one of my nicer tops and a skirt instead of the usual shorts I wore during the summer. After making sure I had no wardrobe malfunctions, Mom left and went downstairs, as Jennifer and Sarah did their final touches to my hair and make-up. I felt like a star the whole time. Maybe that Gloria Swanson chica was an old movie star. Mom liked watching flicks from the olden days with Grandma. Mr. DeMille was probably some pervert photographer who liked taking her picture. ------- I went downstairs escorted by my two best friends. It felt odd walking around dressed up with two naked girls at my side. "I think she's ready," Mom smiled. "Thank you, girls, for helping." "Anytime, Mrs. Livingston," they both replied, grinning. Mom took a long look at me. "Whatcha think? Can I take her to the studio looking like this?" "I think she looks great." Jennifer and Sarah broke into giggles as they answered in unison. "I do, too," Mom said. "Jennifer, you need to get dressed, please. I'll take you home on our way to the photo studio." "Thanks, Mrs. Livingston." She hurried upstairs. Mom pulled Sarah into a hug and they kissed deeply. They weren't shy around me anymore. "Wish I had time to have some fun with you," Mom softly told her. I looked around the room, feeling a bit like a third wheel. I didn't really mind them being affectionate in front of me. I just wasn't completely used to it yet. "Jamie is here to keep me entertained," Sarah reminded her. Mom sighed. "We'll have to get together soon, honey. I'd so like to spend a night with you." She brushed over Sarah's hair. "Yes, I'd like that very much." Just then Jennifer came down the stairs fully dressed. Mom and Sarah quickly drew apart. "Alright, everybody, let's go." Mom was suddenly in a hurry. ------- Jennifer and I sat in the back seat as Mom drove us to her house to drop her off. Sarah stayed home with Jamie. I was sure he was going to enjoy hearing Sarah tell her about the threesome while he fucked her. I looked at Jennifer. "Thanks for coming over and spending the night." "I had a great time," she grinned and shyly blushed. I took her hand and in mine and held it. "Me, too." Mom told her while looking in the mirror, "You're welcome to come over anytime, honey." "Thanks, Mrs. Livingston." "Also, if you want to just talk to me, give me a call if you're not already over here." "I will." "And, Jennifer, let me know if you want me to help you talk to your mom." "I'll think about it." "Good, here we are." ------- I had never been to her house. It looked nice. I now wished I had made the effort to come over sometime last school year. Mom rang the doorbell. "Hi, Andrea. Melissa. Come on in." "Sorry, Janet. We have to run. Melissa has an appointment at a photo studio at one. So unfortunately we can't stay." "I understand. You sure look beautiful, Melissa. Hope your pictures come out great, too." "I do too. They are for Peter. It's his birthday today." Mrs. Preston chuckled. "Oh puppy love is so sweet." "Well, it's more than puppy love, Janet," my mom said wryly. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Mom. "We hate to run," Mom told Mrs. Preston. "I'll call you later, okay?" "I don't have anything planned. So anytime is fine," she replied. "Bye, ladies!" We got in the car and Mom drove off rather fast. "Mom?" "Yes, dear?" "Jennifer's parents..." I started and paused. "Ah. You're worried about them?" "Well, yeah. I mean, you know they want to spend time with me." "I know. And just so that you know, I'll be talking to Janet tonight and will tell her how things went between you and Jennifer. And also with Sarah." "Oh." "Do you have a problem with that?" I had to think about it for a second. "I guess not. Do you think the Prestons will want to have sex with me soon?" "It's a distinct possibility. I told you that they're thinking about becoming more involved with us." "You mean the Rayners, Clarks, Walcotts, and us?" "And maybe some others," Mom added. "Like who?" "People you'll meet, or eventually get to know better." "No names?" "They have names," she teased me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at her. Unlike before though, I knew she wasn't trying to hide things. She enjoyed shocking me. I could live with that. "Now that you and Sarah have hit it off so well with Jennifer, they may want to find out how they feel about getting even more involved than they'd planned on." "Like sex with my friends ... like Sarah?" "I think so. And since Janet broke the ice with you, I'm sure they'll try taking things further with you first." We were quiet for a moment. "Mom?" "Yes, sweetie?" "When you talk to Mrs. Preston tonight, can you ask her to not do stuff with me that really hurts? I sorta already know the kind of stuff she does with Mrs. Walcott." "I should've figured as much. Just how much do you know?" "Not a whole lot ... other than being tied up and whips and shit." Mom snorted. "It's not just whips and shit." "That's what scares me," I said, trepidation clearly in my voice. "So, you don't want to experiment with some new things you've never done?" "It's not that..." "What if I tell her that you're interested, but to go slowly with you?" "That's cool, I guess, as long as it's not real pain." "Honey, don't worry about the Prestons hurting you. I trust them. I'm sure you'll have fun with them. You'll like their unique way of enjoying sex." "They're unique way? You call a butt whooping a 'unique way'?" "There's a whole lot more to it than just 'butt whoopings'. I don't want to spoil it by telling you too much. Anticipation is part of the fun." "Has Mrs. Preston done any of those things with you or Daddy?" Mom blushed. "We have tried a few things." I looked at her expectantly but I realized quickly that she wasn't going to tell me anything else. I was confidant I would find out later after I had been over to the Prestons. I sat quietly for a minute, remembering what Peter had told me he had seen down in the Walcott basement that day. "Mom, there is one other thing..." "Yeah?" "I don't want to hide stuff from Jennifer ... not when it involves her family. We're becoming best friends. I don't want the same thing to happen again." "Like what happened with Sarah?" "Yeah, I mean it really hurt my relationship with Sarah until everything came out in the open between me and her." "And you think the same might happen between you and Jennifer?" "Yep. I know it would. She'll get mad at me when she finds out about me and her parents. She'll also be like Sarah and hide what she's doing with you from me, afraid I'll get mad at her." "But I'm not having sex with Jennifer." "Mom, please. We both know you will be before much longer." "I won't hide it from you though. That's partly why I talked with her the way I did this morning ... telling her I'm bisexual ... and I'm open to doing things with her if and when she wants." "Mom, you can seduce her better than that!" "You want me to seduce her like Sarah?" "My bestest lesbian friend deserves the bestest girlie seduction." "You only have one lesbian friend." "That means she really deserves it." "Your logic is impeccable." "Would I be impertinent if I said something snotty now?" "Insolent would be the better word." "Gawd, Mom!" "You ought to know what each word means by now," she replied, grinning at me. "So do you understand my concern?" I asked her. "You better sum it up for me." "Okay then. Here it is ... So, you give her a world class 'mother seducing her daughter's best friend' seduction, and she'll know I know about it because I'll tell her I know ... but I'll have to hide from her what I'm doing with her parents if I do anything else with them because she doesn't know about her parents. Eventually she finds out what I'm doing on her own and hates me. Then I'll blame you for everything. See the problem?" "Yes, I do. But now I'm scared." "Why?" "Because I actually understood all of that." I did the quick eye rollie thing. "What are you gonna do about it though?" I asked. "So, it's up to me to find a solution?" "Mom, you're good at this stuff." "What stuff?" "Secrets and stuff. Remember, you're the mentor. And I don't want to mess things up for everybody." She sighed. "I'll figure something out." "I think you should be 'Mom of the Year' or something," I told her, smiling. She just chuckled at me. I then said, "Oh, and while we're at the photographer, why don't you get a picture made for Peter as well? Then he'd have both of his best girls on his nightstand." "Who says I'm his other best girl?" "Mother, please," I replied, rolling my eyes while smiling at her. She grinned. I hope Peter knows how lucky he is that I'm willing to share him with a much more experienced version of me. "You don't mind?" she asked. I thought about it for a second. I answered her softly, "I think I like you being his other best girlfriend." Mom didn't say anything. "I love you, Mom!" She looked at me for a second. "And I love you very much, my baby girl. Thanks for trusting me with your boyfriend. I really appreciate that." ------- Mom pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping center that I had never been to. "Here we are," she said, as I stared at the place. As we entered the photo studio a bell chimed. We were a few minutes early. The place looked nice. The photos on display looked really good. A tall and slender pretty lady about Mom's age came into the reception area from the back. "Hi, Andrea. How are you?" "Just fine. Thanks, Lori, for squeezing us in." The Lori lady stepped up to Mom and acted like she was about to embrace, but then stepped back and looked at Mom kinda questioningly. Mom suddenly laughed. "It's okay, Lori. Mel knows about things." What things did I know about? Mom then stepped up to this Lori lady, took her in her arms and kissed her fully on her lips. Lori's arms went around Mom as she got into the kiss as well. They drew apart. "It's been a while. Hasn't it, Andrea?" "Too long. Greg has been working so much..." Lori came over to me and hugged me as well. Her lips met mine. I was too surprised to pull back. "Nice to meet you, Melissa, I've heard a lot about you." "You have?" I answered, astonished that she supposedly knew me so well. I must have looked surprised as well. Both Mom and Lori laughed at me. Lori put a hand on my shoulder. "You know my daughter Anna. She was cheerleading with you last year. She hated that you quit." What the fuck? I looked at Mom. She bashfully smiled back. "Anna knows your parents very well," she added. "She really wants to be closer friends with you also." I looked again at Mom, and she knew what I was thinking. Mom blushed furiously and turned away. Anna was the flyer in my stunt group last year! She was so cute and so sweet. And she had been in bed with my parents? She had never led on anything about that. I was so stunned. I would have to ask Mom about it. A tall, handsome man came up front. "Hi, Livingston girls," he cheerfully greeted us. He gave Mom a quick hug and a kiss. "Hi, Andy," Mom said, her face still a little flushed. "Well, finally I get to meet your daughter that you have kept from us for so long. Hi, Melissa. I'm André Taylor. But everybody calls me Andy." He hugged me and I felt like I was being swallowed up by a bear. "So you want your picture taken?" "Yes, sir, I do. It's a gift for my boyfriend. It's his birthday today." "Terrific idea! These spontaneous ideas keep the bread on our table." He had a booming voice that filled the room. "I suspect I also know why the rush, too. Is he a new boyfriend?" I blushed. Mom had told the Taylors quite a bit, I suspected. "Yes, sir. He's my first boyfriend" I replied. "I want something really cool for him." "I take it you mean cool as in hot?" he slyly smiled while asking. I bit my bottom lip in reply. "Mel would like to look sexy, but not in a slutty way, Andy," Mom told him. "I understand. Let's go back into the studio. Lori, will you check her make-up, please. Andrea, you're welcome to come back here with us." There was a make-up table and Lori asked me to sit down in front of it. She fussed with some powder that she applied to my face. She explained that otherwise my face would come out shiny on the photos and that they wouldn't look good then. I could see the actual shooting area, where Mr. Taylor was setting up the lights and the background. He talked Mom up most of the time. No wonder he did a favor for her. I'm sure he would have liked to take all kinds of pictures of her. Or had he already? I was trying not to be jealous, but he just went on and on with Mom about this and that, touching her arm and stuff. She definitely had his attention. Another thing I had to talk to her about. Mr. Taylor's voice boomed over to us. "Come on back when you're ready." I got up and walked into the shooting area. He asked me to sit on a kind of stool. I had to watch my skirt which was kinda short and kept riding up my legs. I had to be careful or he could see all the way to my panties. And those g-strings didn't cover a lot. Was that the reason, Mom had picked out this skirt and these panties for me to wear? Then he made me get up again and adjusted the height of the stool. He was nice to me, saying how much I looked like MY MOM. Fucking hell! Just take Mom's picture, for fucks sake! I bit my lip though and gave him a pass. Right then, a favor for Mom was a favor for me. He fiddled with everything a little more and then took a first shot. He looked at a monitor. "Yeah," he laughed. "That's looking good." He complimented me for being photogenic, that it was easy to pose me. He was starting to win me over. "So, now let's get to the serious stuff," he said looking very determined. Suddenly he turned totally professional. No more chatting, just instructions for me how to pose. Mom and Lori were watching silently. I think he actually forgot Mom was there, at least for a few minutes. He really took his time with me, got me to do different poses, but he didn't seem quite satisfied. "That's not really it yet. Let's try something different. Melissa. Think you can push your top off your left shoulder?" Mom came over to help. I got my arm out of the cut-out and I draped my top to cover my bra. "Can you push her bra strap down, too?" Again Mom helped me to get the strap off my arm. Suddenly I felt kinda wicked. "Mr. Taylor, do you want me to take my top and bra off?" Mom audibly sucked in her breath. Mr. Taylor's laughter filled the room again. "Well, sweetie, I definitely would like to take pictures of you like that. But not now, and not here. I do like to stay in business. It keeps my family eating." Well that cleared things up. He probably did pictures like that. Did he have a studio in his home where he took porn pics? He had me put my left foot on the rung of the stool, and lean with my left elbow on my leg. Then I was to make a fist and rest my chin on it. He had Mom push my top and bra strap on my right side down some and then he snapped away. After he took a couple of pictures, he came over and basically grabbed my breast with his hand, situating my top a little. I glanced over at Mom, who just grinned at me. I was blushing. "You look so cute when you're blushing," he said. Mom's smile got even bigger as I scrunched my lips and blushed profusely. "I assume you've been told that before," Mr. Taylor said to me, chuckling. "But for now, no more blushing. Take a deep breath and compose yourself ... and I won't touch your lovely breast again." I giggled. "I apologize, Melissa darling. Let's take a moment to relax," he patiently replied, knowing he had caused everything. "We want the perfect image of you for your boyfriend." He had me try several different expressions, and then suddenly said, "Great, I think we've got it." I straightened out my clothes and Lori took Mom and me to a larger monitor. Andy clicked through the first shots quickly. He obviously didn't like them. When he got to the ones from my last pose, he slowed down. My Gawd, these were terrific! That Taylor guy knew what he was doing. Maybe I should let him take some nude shots of me. A girl can never have enough professional quality nude pictures of herself to show around. Right now, I had none. "Would you maybe take some of me..." I started. "No way, Mel. No naked pictures. At least not today," Mom interrupted, smiling at me. How come she knew what I was thinking again? We picked out the shot we all agreed looked the best. Mr. Taylor clicked to get it printed. "This is a high resolution special printer," he explained. "So it takes a little time." "Mom, can we look at some frames, please?" We picked out an elegant silver-plated frame and Lori mounted the picture in it. Mom had Mr. Taylor print another copy along with copies of a few other poses for her and Daddy. She paid for everything. I didn't have to put out any money at all. And I didn't even have to beg or pretend I was broke! Sometimes Mom can be super cool like that. I wasn't going to tell Peter that though. I might be a slut, but I didn't want to be known as cheap. ------- The next customer had come in, so they all behaved when we said goodbye. As we got in the car, "Before you start, Mel, please don't ask any questions. There are things I don't have time to properly discuss right now." I knew when not to aggravate her. So I just thanked Mom for everything as we were on our way back home. "You're welcome, Mel," she replied with a pleasant smile. Obviously she had had fun doing this for me. I would have to think up some other kind of emergency need in the near future. School would be starting back before long. Maybe I could score some new clothes I just had to have. "Mom?" "Yes, dear?" "I used your strap-on with Jennifer and Sarah." "I know. I saw you wearing it. I didn't think you were just showing it off for them. Thanks for washing and putting it back where you found it, too," she said a little sarcastically. "Oops," I replied sheepishly. "But you know if I had my own..." "Is that why you put it under your bed, Melissa? So you would have your own?" "No. You interrupted us. I didn't get a chance..." "So it's my fault?" This wasn't going well. "Melissa, we girls often joke about guys thinking with their little heads. Having Jennifer and Sarah around to play with should not cause your brains to drop into your clit." She was in full Mom mode now. Having her as both my mother and my friend was like walking through a minefield. She was trying not to blow up, but she wasn't going to let me walk all over her either without some consequences. I was also discovering that Mom was a regular Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Dr. Jekyll was a lot more fun, at least in the book. "So, while I don't mind you borrowing things, I also prefer that you ask me ahead of time. Being impulsive is no excuse for raiding my closet on a whim. I expect you to respect mine and your father's space." "I'm sorry, Mom." "And I like to think my things are in their place and clean ... when I want use them." She continued, "If I find my things under your bed again, your borrowing privileges will be put on restriction." "Yes, ma'am. I'll wash it and put it up when I get home," I squeamishly replied, knowing I had lost this battle before it began. "I'd appreciate it ... especially after the money I just spent on..." she let it hang. She was getting something for her money after all. "Also, I don't mind you borrowing my things, but I expect you to respect that they are my things." "Okay, I suck," I stated, smiling wryly at her. "Don't be pathetic, Melissa. You're grown up enough to take an ass chewing when you've fucked up. So, we are in agreement about my stuff? "Yes, ma'am." I looked at her. "Mom, I'm sorry." "I'll let it go this time, but consider yourself warned," she firmly stated. Then in a softer tone, "If you want to borrow something, just let me know that you're going to. I'm sure I won't mind." Then smiling wryly at her, I said, "But seriously though, if I had my own..." "We'll see," she replied, scrunching her lips into a wicked looking smile. "Thanks, Mom," I leaned over and hugged her. "Oh, and could you maybe get me some ... uh ... anal lube sometime real soon?" "Anal lube? Doris should have plenty." Oh, for fucks sake. She already knew Pastor Thomas had fucked my ass. Isn't any secret sacred? I replied, "It's not for tomorrow night ... but for later in the week..." "For Peter?" "I'll be on my period." "And you're going to give up your butt to him?" "I don't think he's into blood yet ... but he is a Rayner ... soooo..." Mom giggled with me. "You had this thought out last night when you asked me not to let him have my ass?" "Yeah, mostly," I replied. "Okay?" "Can I watch?" she casually asked. I feigned being shocked. "Mother!" I then slyly answered, "Not without the lube." ------- I raced into the house anxious to show Sarah the portrait I had selected to give Peter. Walking into Jamie's bedroom, I saw Jamie busy licking at Sarah's pussy. I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, causing Jamie to notice me. "Don't stop what you're doing, Jamie. You can see it later." Sarah and I giggled at him as Sarah pushed his head into her pussy again. I then leaned down and realized he was licking cum from her. Surprised, I looked back at Sarah and raised my eyebrow at her. She just grinned in reply. Saying nothing about it, I leaned back up beside her and showed her the portrait. "That is so sexy, girl! You look so good! Peter is going to love it!" "Thanks for giving me the idea," I replied. "It's why you keep me around, chica. I have all the best ideas." "It's not the only thing I keep you around for..." I said, leaning my head to glance back down at Jamie. He looked up and stuck his tongue out at me. It really didn't help his cause that there was a small glob of his junk on his chin. But he was being a good boyfriend, so I didn't tease him anymore. We all heard the front doorbell ring, followed by Mom yelling out for me to go answer and see who was there. "I guess I'm now the doorman around here," I sighed. "It's probably my mom," Sarah told me. "She's taking me shopping." "Well, aren't you the special one," I teased her. "Melissa!" Mom cried out again. Obviously she was occupied in the bathroom. So, I quickly made my way to the front door. "Hi, Mrs. Clark," I greeted her while opening the door. "Hi, sweetie," she replied as she walked in, hugging and kissing me. "Everyone is upstairs. Sarah is in Jamie's room..." I paused, wondering if telling her she was getting her pussy cleaned out would be considered ratting her out. "I think I know what they're doing, sweetie," she chuckled. "Well, Mom is in her bathroom. I know you don't mind interrupting a Livingston girl in one of those," I grinned. "Ahhh, some of my fondest memories..." she joked. "Mine too," I more seriously replied, hugging her again. "We need to make some more memories soon," she said, rubbing my butt. "I'd like that," I replied. "I have so much to talk to you about as well." "We'll get together very soon. There's something I need to discuss with your mom real quick though before I take Sarah shopping." We walked upstairs together, talking a little. "I hear Peter has a nice surprise in store for him tonight." "I hope he likes it," I replied. "I'm sure he will. Can I see it?" We went into my room and I showed her the picture. "Yes, very nice indeed. It sure shows what a sexy young lady you've become. I hope I can get a copy of it myself. I know Bob would love a copy, too." "Thanks. Mom had some extras made." "Great, I'll ask her for one. And we'll make time to spend together very soon, too." "I'd like that. I miss both of you." "My husband keeps talking about you when we have sex. He likes to describe what he would like to do with you. And what he would like to show you about sex." "Seriously?" "Uh huh." "You're cool with that?" "I've had some great orgasms from that," she grinned. "I've learned a lot of things lately." "I know. I'm also glad you and your mom are much closer." "I hope you and Sarah can be closer, too" She looked at me curiously. I didn't mean anything sexual by it, but apparently she did. I then wondered if things had changed any between her and Sarah now that so much was out in the open. Would the two of them be as daring as me and Mom? I wondered what would've happened between them if they had gone camping this past weekend as well. We left my room and stood at my parents' bedroom door. Kissing me softly, she said, "Would you let Sarah know I'll be ready to leave in about five minutes?" "Yes, ma'am. Thanks, Mrs. Clark." "Oh, and Melissa ... it's okay to call me Colleen, and my husband Bob ... when it's just us. I think we know each other well enough now to drop the formalities." I bit my lip for a moment. "Thanks, Colleen. And you can call me Mel," I grinned. She chuckled a little at me, before saying, "Why thanks, Miss Livingston." I stood and watched at Mom's bedroom door as Mrs. Clark just let herself into Mom's bathroom. I couldn't help laughing a little at how familiar they were with each other. Sarah and I did a lot of stuff like that, too. I was glad she wanted me to call her Colleen now. I went on back to Jamie's room. Sarah and Jamie were cuddling. Apparently he had finished cleaning her pussy. "It's your Mom, Sarah. She's talking to my mom, but I think she's in a bit of a hurry. She said to be ready in about five minutes." Sarah quickly kissed Jamie. "Sorry, lover. I gotta run. I hope you had as much fun as I did." Jamie grunted something unintelligible. Sarah laughed. She hurried into the hall bathroom to clean up a little and get dressed. We went downstairs to wait on our moms, leaving Jamie sprawled naked on his bed. At least he had given her an affectionate kiss goodbye. He looked like he needed some time to recover. He had obviously given Sarah a good fucking while Mom and I had been at the photographer. So, I didn't give him any grief. As we sat on the couch together, I turned to Sarah and kissed her deeply. "Your mom wants me to spend time with her and your father." Sarah chuckled. "They've been talking about you not coming by lately. Do you want to?" I blushed a little and then grinned. "Yeah, we'll have to find a time that you can come over here to be with my parents when I go over to be with yours. And this time we'd know about it, too." Sarah grabbed and kissed me again just as our moms were coming downstairs. "I'd like that," she breathed into my ear. Colleen smiled at Mom and said, "Isn't it sweet? I remember when we were that young and kissing." Mom chuckled and shook her head. "Don't tell them all our secrets, Colleen." She laughed. "Well, we're off. Let's go Sarah. Bye Melissa, see you later, Andrea." I was definitely going to have to play catch-up with Sarah's mom. And I knew that Sarah wouldn't mind too much. ------- After Colleen and Sarah had left, I quickly washed the strap-on thoroughly. Mom's bedroom door was open. She was sitting on her bed folding some clothes. "Thanks, Mel, I'll put it back for you." She smiled. As I handed it to her together with the lube she pulled me to her and into her lap. She hugged me for a while without saying anything. I hugged her back resting my head on her shoulder. Finally she moved me back from her a little so she could look at my face. She had a big smile on her face. "I'm having fun doing things with my friend Mel," she said. "It's all I ever wanted, Mom," I answered. She kissed my forehead. "I know." "Mom?" "Yeah?" "Were you and Colleen kissing a lot when you guys were mine and Sarah's age?" "I guess we did. We did a lot of other things together, and kissing was a big part of it." "Would you kiss in your rooms?" "Yeah, and quite a few time we'd find a place outside where we could be alone." "Like where?" "You know about the small creek that runs through the woods on Sarah's grandparents' property. We'd sneak down there and sit and kiss each other for the longest time." "Did you get naked too?" "Usually we just took off our tops and bra, and we'd kiss while playing with each other's tits. It usually ended with us slipping down our pants and panties and licking each other until we came. We didn't dare get all the way naked in case someone happened to show up." "You were afraid to get naked?" "Well, Colleen was the one mostly scared. It would've most likely been one of her parents catching us." "That sounds like fun though ... being outside naked when you're not supposed to be." "The best place to do something like that was in the Thompsons barn. We'd get up in the hayloft and strip naked and kiss like lovers for the longest time." "You never got caught?" "A few times Colleen's father came into the barn while we were in there, but we'd get really quiet until he left." "All Sarah and I ever did in her grandparents' hayloft was talk," I grumbled. "Maybe next time will be different," Mom smiled, knowing it definitely would be. "How did you and Colleen kiss back then?" "Colleen?" she stated, looking at me a tad upset. Mom was all about being respectful when it came to adults. "She told me it was okay to call her Colleen, when it's just me and her. I thought it would be okay with you, too," I replied, grimacing, also hoping she wouldn't object. "That's fine then," she said, smiling again. Whew! "So ... how did you guys kiss?" I asked again. "We kissed like anyone else, I suppose. I could show you, if you want?" I thought she was just trying to shock me, but I latched onto the idea. I thought about the first time Sarah and I had kissed. It had been incredible, even though we kissed and made-out so much better now. "How about you show me how it was the first time you kissed." I suggested to Mom. "The first time we kissed was in Colleen's bedroom." "That's cool. So how did it start?" "We were sitting on her bed together, side by side." I slipped over beside Mom. "What are you doing," she asked me. "You're supposed to show me, not just tell me." Mom sorta rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was intrigued by the idea of me pretending to be Colleen. "We'd been talking about this boy in my class who had a big crush on me. Colleen asked if he might be the first boy I would ever kiss." "Was he?" "As it turned out, he wasn't. I never did kiss him." "Who was your first kiss?" "Colleen." "Duh!" I groaned. She was playing dense on purpose just to tease me. "I mean first kiss with a boy." "It was Colleen's brother, Brandon." "And Colleen was your first girl kiss. So cool." I remembered Colleen telling me about doing things with her brother. His had been the first hard cock she had ever seen. His had been the first cock she had ever sucked as well. "First romantic girl kiss," Mom clarified. "So how did it start?" "It was awkward, to say the least. It was probably much like what you and Sarah went through." "Show me," I insisted. She looked at me apprehensively at first. She knew I was pushing her into something. She seemed conflicted at first before her expression quickly changed. "Turn a little toward me," she instructed, as she did the same. She then leaned in and touched my lips with hers. I tried to sneak my tongue between her lips but she quickly pulled away. "Mel, you have to pretend that you've never kissed before. Nobody kisses with their tongue the first time." "Oh, okay," I contritely replied. "Let's try it again," she said, leaning to press her closed lips to mine for a short time. It really was like the first time with Sarah. It didn't do a thing for me other than knowing it was Mom doing it. "That was lame," I assessed. "We both thought so, too. So we tried it again." This time when Mom pressed her lips to mine, she turned her head a little and wiggled her lips against mine, and I did the same. "That's getting there," I stated. "But I hope you guys did better than that." "Did you and Sarah?" "Yeah, after we watched a scene in a video in her bedroom." Mom looked at me curiously. I then clarified, "And it wasn't a porno." "We couldn't watch any videos when we were twelve," Mom stated. "You kids have it so much better now." I played my invisible violin for her. She stuck her tongue out at me, and tickled me for it, too. I started to mention I didn't have a TV or DVD player in my bedroom. Maybe I could push my parents into getting me one this Christmas. "When did Grandpa first get a video player?" "He had a Super 8 projector for us to watch mostly home-made videos while I was growing up. It wasn't until I was in high school that he bought a VCR. He and Mom would rent videos from a store in town." "Pornos?" I grinned. She just shook her head at me. "I thought we were talking about girlie kissing?" "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" I asked, smiling at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me again. I decided to needle her a little. "So, was it you or Colleen who figured out the tongue wasn't just for sticking out to pooh-pooh someone?" She scrunched her lips at me before surprising me. "I did," Mom stated, and quickly leaned in to kiss me again, slipping her tongue between my lips to touch my tongue before just as quickly pulling back away from me. Kissing her mom like that would very likely make any other girl disgusted. It just made me tingle all over. We had kissed a number of different times over the past week. It still felt like the first time though. "How did Colleen react?" I asked after I finally found my voice. "She reacted the same as you did ... somewhat shocked and out of breath." "I'm still getting used to ... this." "Kissing me?" "Well, yeah ... and not like with my mom." "I have to get used to it as well," Mom admitted. "So, what else did you and Colleen do that first time?" "We got more into tongue kissing ... and touching each other," Mom said. "Is that what happened with you and Sarah?" "Yeah," I admitted, blushing a little. Although I was sure Sarah had already given her a kiss by kiss replay. "Will you show me how it was with you and Colleen when you started seriously making out?" I asked her, almost pleading. "Will you tell me if it is like what happened with you and Sarah?" "Sure," I excitedly replied. Mom leaned into me, aggressively pressing her open mouth to mine. Her tongue played with mine before she began sucking on it. Her hand moved behind and cradled my head as the intensity of our kissing increased. She then pushed me back on the bed, covering my body with hers. It was still an awkward feeling having her body against mine. After all, she was my mother. But the excitement of her on top of me like that more than offset any concern I had. Her free hand moving over my breast, gently rubbing, playing with me, was like an electric jolt to my body. I was in lust with her. The fact that she was my mother made it all the more exciting. When she had me like this, she could do with me anything she wanted. I broke the kiss for a moment. "Is this what you two really did?" I asked as she quickly pressed her lips urgently to mine again, and then just as quickly pulled back. "Yes, except we had our tops and bras off," she huskily replied. She lifted me up, grabbed the bottom of my top and aggressively pulled it up and off of me, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. She immediately reached behind me to unfasten my bra, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor to join my top. She leaned up and pulled her top off. She also removed her bra, tossing them both to the floor as well, before diving back down on me. Her hand moved back to my breast, squeezing it again, letting her hand close until her fingers surrounded only my nipple, causing it to really poke out. She moved her mouth down to it, licking across it a few times before circling it with her soft wet lips, gently nursing on it, before squeezing her lips tightly and pulling it away from me. She moved to the other and did pretty much the same. "What did Colleen do when you did that?" I breathlessly asked. "Next she did it to me," she huskily answered. I pushed Mom over onto her back, surprising her a little, and kissed her deeply like I envisioned Colleen would do, playing with one of her breasts like she had done with mine. I then used my mouth on her nipple. Mom didn't lie there passively though. She moved her hand to hold my head to her as I used my mouth on each of her nipples - sucking, nibbling, and pulling them with my lips. Her moans told me everything she was feeling. Her other hand rubbed sensuously up and down my flank. Her hand holding my head became entangled in my hair, keeping me at her breasts, enjoying what I was doing to her. She had breast fed me as a baby. I wasn't a baby anymore though. I wasn't after milk either. I writhed my body against hers as I made love to her breasts. It seemed to turn her on even more. My legs had been sprawled between hers, until she hooked her legs over mine to pull me tighter to her body. Her free hand moved down my back and pulled my skirt up to uncover my bare ass cheeks. She grabbed one of them firmly and squeezed it, pulling me even tighter to her, causing me to moan into her tit, squeezing the nipple even harder with my lips. My breasts pressed into her tummy, with each little movement by either of us causing my hard nipples to brush against her soft warm skin. Every sensation I was experiencing was incredible and felt like the first time. I slid my hand down between us and underneath the waistband of her shorts, my fingers moving through her neatly trimmed bush to her pussy. That surprised her. She raised her hips up, untangled her legs from mine, and pushed her shorts and panties partially down her legs as my fingers touched and played with her wet slit. She then turned us both to our sides, pulling my skirt higher and my panties down to my knees. I bent my legs back and pulled my g-string completely off, dropping it beside us. Mom pressed her fingers against my bare pussy - touching, rubbing, exploring. I was just as wet as she was. I tingled all over thinking about this woman being my mother. She wasn't doing anything Colleen, Doris, and others hadn't. But this was so completely different. I was sure she was feeling much the same knowing the pussy she was fingering belong to her only daughter. It was a thrill that we could only experience with each other. We both played with and rubbed each other with abandon. She leaned in, putting her nipple close to my mouth. I sucked on it as I pushed two fingers inside her, fucking her with them. The palm of my hand was also rubbing against her clit. She began to cum almost immediately. She then pushed me over on my back and repeated what I had done to her. Her fingers touched all the right spots on and inside me. She wasn't gentle as she finger fucked me, knowing it would make me cum even more intensely. Mom covered my mouth with hers as I came. It became another intense kiss as she rode me through my orgasm. As I began to relax, she laid her head on my chest, kissing it softly. "Mom?" "Yes, baby girl?" she replied, lifting her head. "Is that what you and Colleen really did the first time?" "No," she almost embarrassingly admitted. "So you lied to me?" "Yes." "You're an excellent liar," I told her, grinning, and then kissing her nose. "You can lie to me anytime you want." She snorted, and then kissed my nose. "We shouldn't have done that," Mom said after a few moments. "I think we're long passed that point, Mom" I observed, moving my fingers to lightly rub one of her hard nipples. She gently took my hand away and held it. "I'm your mother. I need to draw a line and learn to live with it. For both of us." I sensed real regret in her voice. She was really struggling with what we had done. I began to really understand just how seriously conflicted she was about having sex with her own daughter. This time, I hadn't really pushed her. I thought we would playfully kiss some and that would be it. She was the one who had pulled my top off and sucked my tits. I didn't help matters by pushing my hand into her shorts. "You weren't ever going to do stuff like this with me?" "No." "What changed your mind?" "I didn't change my mind. I just can't seem to resist you ... doing stuff like this with you." Wow. I was shocked she admitted that to me. "Mom, I'm cool with everything." "You're cool with it because it feels so good right now." "You act like it won't feel good later," I replied. "You may not feel good about ME later ... especially if I don't start living with the boundaries I make." I wasn't sure how to reply. She was obviously struggling with all the things we had done over the past five days. She probably thought she was molesting me. I didn't see it that way at all. I squeezed and fondled her hand affectionately. I didn't know what else I could do to ease her concerns. She then leaned up. "You need to scoot on to your room and rest a little for tonight." "Mom," I quickly said, getting her attention. "I'm cool with everything that has happened, including just now." "I figured you would be," she replied. "That's a big part of the problem." "What do you mean?" "You'll do what I ask you. I know it. We both know it." I slid closer to her, hugging her. I told her, "I'll do it because you do know when to stop. You won't let me hurt myself. You won't hurt me. I know that." "That makes one of us," Mom said, laughing softly. "I don't know what all you did when you were my age ... but I think you know exactly what I can live with," I told her, kissing her cheek. "And Mom, I liked it not just because it felt good. It felt good with Jennifer and with Sarah, too. But with you it's even more special because I really do love you." Mom looked at me intently. Our eyes locked together. I think in that moment she finally came to terms with things. Like mother, like daughter. She knew me. She knew herself. She knew exactly where the line needed to be drawn. She knew not to use a permanent marker though. Her soft smile told me that much. The thing was I didn't know where that line was in her mind at any given moment. She had the benefit of experience. At that moment, I didn't really want to know either. I was going to let her be my mentor. She would slow me down when I needed it. I kissed her before I got off her bed, grabbed my top and bra from the floor, and started to go to my room to crash for a while. In the hallway, I remembered I left my panties on the bed. I walked back and stopped at the door. Mom was holding them in her hand, pressing them against her mouth and nose. I shuddered as I took in the scene. She was lost in her lust ... for me! I quietly turned away and went to my room. Lying on my bed, I thought about reading some in Mom's diary, but I was getting excited about Peter's birthday dinner. Knowing the Rayners as I did, nothing was going to surprise me, though. I thought about telling Peter what was going on between me and Mom. Gawd, I was becoming just like him and his family. The thought made me smile and tremble. I held my fingers to my nose, the ones that had been inside my mom's pussy. I liked the slightly musty smell. It was Mom's smell. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers, tasting a little of her juices. I wondered if she was feeling the same excitement I was at that moment while still lying on her own bed ... while smelling my pussy on her fingers and in my panties. Would she also lick her fingers to taste my juices again like she had last night? ------- Chapter 38 "Getting ready to get laid tonight, sis?" Jamie poked his head in my room. I had just dozed off. "Is that all you ever think about? Sex? What do you want?" I was groaning and sighing deeply. "I'm bored." "So you want me to entertain you?" I incredulously asked. "Well, yeah. Sarah has left. So I thought we could..." he didn't finish but had a big grin on his face. "And you can't go without sex for even a couple of hours?" I asked, cutting my eyes at him with a raised eyebrow. "We can just talk if you want though?" "Jamie Livingston? Just talk? Well just come right on in. I've gotta see this!" I shook my head and chuckled. Jamie snarled a little as he closed the door and walked over to my bed, lying down at the end so he could face me. It was kinda strange with him being naked while I had put my top back on and stayed dressed, although without any underwear. I moved up a little so that my back rested against my headboard. "You looked too cute licking your cum out of your girlfriend's pussy," I snickered. I just had to tease him a little. Jamie blushed. "Remember, you promised not to tell anybody, Mel." "Don't worry, Jamie, I won't." I looked at him for a second. So much had changed between me and Jamie this year. We saw each other very differently than in the past and had become pretty close this summer. However, I couldn't help but continue to notice how much of a stud he was. Like father like son, I thought wryly to myself. I was glad of it, for him and my own selfish reasons. Before, it was one of his only few redeeming traits. As it turned out, being the bestest big brother was his best redeeming trait. I liked him because of that. And he really wasn't bad looking. He and Sarah made a nice couple. I liked him for being in love with my best friend, too. But for now... "You know you've still got some explaining to do to me though," I stated. "Like what?" He acted surprised. "You know 'like what'," I sorta growled. "Like the stuff you've hidden from me these past few years, and maybe longer." "Like the nude camping?" "Exactly like that, but other things too. Like you having had sex with Mrs. Thomas." He groaned. "Oh shit! How in hell do you know about that?" "Because I've got my sources," I replied with a grin. "Now..." He interrupted me, "Please, Mel, not one of your infamous interrogation sessions again." I laughed. "Come on, Jamie, don't be a whiny bitch. We love each other more than most siblings, don't we? You know I keep my secrets. So we can share things now, right?" He closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed deeply. "Okay, what do you want to know?" "You can start by telling me how you got involved with Mrs. Clark." He sighed. "I told you about the nude pictures of our parents I saw when I was hanging out with Mike." "Yeah, I remember." "And that Mike's mom caught us looking at them and probably told Mom about it." "Yeah." "After that, Mom and Dad asked me if I wanted to go nude camping with them. I started going with them after that." "You told me all that. But what does that have to do with Mrs. Clark?" "Mel, this is embarrassing..." "What's so embarrassing, Jamie? Can anything be embarrassing after all we've done? Just the two of us, or with others? Like with Sarah or Pam?" "Every time after we went camping, I would jerk off a lot." "That's to be expected and nothing embarrassing." I grinned at him. "You're a horndog." He shot me an evil glance. "And I bet you were jerking off while you were there, too. Right?" I decided to be nice and not slam him about rubbing off against Mom while camping. He lowered his head, blushing. "It's cool, big brother. I know you jerk off. I play with myself. It's not a big deal." "Yeah? So why am I a horndog and you're ... well you're..." "I'm a slut. Okay? I've played with myself a lot since I discovered just how good it can feel. You've watched me doing it, too. I dream about cocks fucking me when they're not actually fucking me. So we're both oversexed perverts. Brother and sister," I said, smiling softly at him. He grinned at me. "So ... what were you going to say about jerking off after your secret nudie camping trips?" "Each time after we got back, I would jerk off in my bed most nights thinking about the girls that I had seen there. A few times I had left some cum stains on my sheets." "So, did Mom give you hell for it?" "No, but the Clarks were with us one time while camping nude. And out of the blue Mrs. Clark started teasing me about all the laundry Mom had to do. Mom must've told her about the cum stains. It seemed like every time Mrs. Clark saw me on that one trip, she made some remark about it." I cracked up. "So after we had gotten back, she called me a few days later and asked me to come over. When I got to her house, it was just us. She talked to me real friendly and didn't tease me ... at first anyways. She asked me if I had liked nude camping. I told her it had been fun. Then she asked me if it had turned me on to see so many naked girls and women, and if I was keeping Mom busy with the laundry again." "I guess she liked teasing you too much to stop," I chuckled. "So what did you say?" "Nothing. I was way too embarrassed." "And then?" "Mrs. Clark told me that I shouldn't feel bad about it. In fact, she said that she got turned on seeing all those naked men with their cocks. And that it was normal for a young boy to jerk off a lot to get relief." "Wow, she really said that?" I asked, incredulously. I couldn't believe she would be so direct with him! "It gets better. She scooted closer to me on the couch and put an arm around me. Then she said that there was a better way for a young boy to find relief for his excitement. And she asked me if I would like for her to show me that better way." I looked at him wide eyed. Jamie grinned. "She asked me if I found her attractive. Fucking hell, sis! I'd jerked off thinking about her lots of times! I jerked off just thinking about her tight sexy ass and her tits more times than I could remember. So I told her that I found her very attractive. Then she asked me if I would like to touch her. So I touched her hand." I laughed. "You weren't seriously that innocent, were you?" Jamie blushed. "Mel, I was only twelve at the time, I didn't know what she meant by touching. I wasn't about to touch her anywhere else and get in trouble." "But she showed you, didn't she?" "Yeah," he admitted kinda hesitantly. "She smiled at me and she told me that she meant more intimately. And she took my hand and put it on her breast. And she kissed me on my lips, which really surprised me. After a moment she asked if I liked the way that felt." "I bet you didn't like that feeling at all, dear brother." I smirked at him. "Quit teasing me, or I'll quit telling you." "Sorry," I replied grinning. I was determined to hear all of this. "Well, then she dropped her hand in my lap. My dick was hard already. I was just hoping I wouldn't cum in my shorts from her hand just pressing on it. She smiled at me and said that she liked the way that thing in my pants felt, and if I would mind showing her my cock again." "Again?" "She had seen it when we were camping nude, Mel." "Oh, yeah. And you had already seen her naked, too." "Yeah, but I hadn't touched her, and she hadn't touched me. Anyways, she took me to her bedroom and we got undressed. Then she asked me if I wanted to touch her tits again without the clothes. I couldn't believe it." "I bet you were all over them, too." "I wasn't going to miss the chance to touch her tits. I used both hands to play with them. She seemed to like it as well." "I bet you were in heaven." "I was nervous as fuck, but I wasn't going to waste the chance to feel those puppies up." I glanced down at my top. My boobs were chihuahua puppies. Runt size even. "Stop looking at your tits like that, Mel. They're sexy as fuck ... just as sexy as Mrs. Clark's or anyone else's." I smiled appreciatively at him. He was a fucking liar, but I loved him all the same for saying it. "So what happened next?" I asked. "We kissed some more, too. She even put her tongue in my mouth, and she asked me to do the same to her. Then she wanted me to touch her tits again and kiss the nipples. After I had felt her some more, she suddenly bent over and took my cock in her mouth. I was so surprised. I didn't know what to do. She sucked me some, and I was getting close to cumming. I was so nervous about shooting off in her mouth. I thought she would puke all over me." I just had to laugh. "I yelled at her to let go or she would have my stuff in her mouth. I tried to pull away. But she kept right on sucking me." "Nice, very nice. No wonder you like blowjobs so much, dear brother." He grinned. "Well, yeah, she swallowed all my splooge. I couldn't believe that she did that. But she just laughed and told me that I tasted pretty good." "So cool, Jamie. Sounds like you enjoyed your first time with her." He gave me a crooked grin. "I did, but I was also scared shitless of Mr. Clark. What if he found out? Would he kill me first and then tell Mom and Dad, or would he tell them first and then kill me?" I laughed. Then I asked him, "When did all that happen?" "It was a little less than three years ago. We had gone camping with the Clarks and Walcotts one more time after school had started." "Then what?" "Nothing more that afternoon. About a week later Mom and Dad told me they'd be gone for the weekend. They took you and Sarah to her grandparents. I was to stay with the Clarks." "I get the idea." "Yeah, well, I was scared that perhaps Mr. Clark wanted to beat me to pieces. But he was real nice to me. He likes baseball, too, and we talked a lot about it. So Saturday morning, he had to go to his office and said he wouldn't be back until later in the afternoon." "I can picture what happened then." I grinned and thought of what had happened to me in the Clarks' bedroom. Jamie blushed. "Mrs. Clark asked me if I would like to do some more touching. I mentioned to her that I was scared Mr. Clark would kill me if he found out. She said that she'd told him about sucking me off and that he didn't mind at all, that they had no secrets and told each other everything. That he had sex with other women and she with other men, that they were swingers, that sex should be enjoyed and so on." I had to giggle. "Sounds almost like the way she seduced me." Jamie looked at me wide eyed. "For real? She seduced you, too?" "Yup. I had played with Sarah a little last summer. I didn't know at the time that Mrs. Clark had discovered us. She soon after seduced me." Jamie shook his head. "I can't believe she seduced both of us." I looked at Jamie and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. "Jamie, it gets better. Your first fuck was with Mrs. Clark. My first was with Mr. Clark." "You're kidding!" he yelled. "Keep it down, Jamie," I urged him, although I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like our parents didn't know. I then said, "Now we've got something else that we share. We had our first sex with the Clarks." He shook his head. "Unbelievable, just fucking unbelievable." We were quiet for a second. I wondered about Jamie's concern about Mr. Clark, and what he had told me months before. "Months ago when you first told me that you were fucking Mrs. Clark, you sounded like you weren't sure if Mr. Clark knew about you having sex with his wife." "Mel, you weren't really involved in anything yet. I had promises to keep. I couldn't tell you everything." I sighed. I knew all about the burden of keeping secrets from your closest friends. So I didn't press the issue. "Go on," I said. "She asked me if I could keep a secret because she would like to show me more things a boy and a girl could do together." "I bet she was a great teacher," I confidently stated. "She was with me." "That Saturday morning was the first time I fucked her. We did it a lot over the next few months, and she showed me how to control my spurting so that she could have an orgasm while I was fucking her. She explained how to lick her pussy. She taught me a lot about making love to a woman." "So cool, big bro." "I think the third or fourth time we did it, she was first sucking my cock. Then she kissed my balls and sucked them into her mouth. I almost went through the ceiling when she did." I giggled picturing Jamie on Mrs. Clark's bed with his balls in her mouth. "And then she totally blew my mind by sucking and licking my asshole. She stroked my cock while doing it. I came like crazy with my sperm shooting straight up, most of it landing on her. Her hair was a mess. I was so embarrassed and apologized over and over. But she just laughed it off, calling it her fault for not pointing my cock in the right direction." We both giggled a little. "Soon thereafter Mr. Clark would join us sometimes when I was over there at night or on a weekend. He would watch me fucking his wife while he played with his cock, and I got to watch him fuck her a few times, too. What was weird though was that he liked to suck my cum out of her pussy. I thought guys weren't supposed to do that. But he said that it was okay. And he got me to try it, too." "Your cum or his?" "Mine the first time. Then his cum after that." I laughed. "We girls get to swallow guys' cum all the time. It's not so bad, is it?" Jamie blushed. "It doesn't taste all that bad," he admitted. "So cool," I said, more to ease his mind that I didn't think it was a gay thing to do. "Did you learn anything else with them back then?" "Just that they liked having sex with other people when they had the chance. Mostly it was just with other couples, but sometimes they went to parties where there would be a lot of people. Sometimes they did threesomes with others, like with me." "Did they take you to any of these parties?" I asked curiously. "No, but Mrs. Clark just told me about them. And she showed me pictures." Jamie answered. It all sounded so familiar. Then a thought hit me and I just had to ask. "Were Mom and Daddy in any of them?" "No, just the Clarks with some others I didn't recognize." "So you knew that the Clarks were swingers. When did you find out about Mom and Daddy being swingers?" "You know I had been hanging out with Mike Walcott a lot. He likes baseball, I like baseball. We even played on the same team for a while. So about six months after Mrs. Clark had seduced me, I think it was in April two years ago, I was to spend a weekend with Mike." "So you had just turned thirteen then." "Yeah, it was a little after my birthday. Mom had taken you to spend the weekend with our grandparents..." That was becoming a broken record. "That Saturday night I got into a big argument with Mike about a video baseball game we were playing. Things got out of hand and I was really pissed. I slipped out of the Walcott's house and walked home. I had my house key with me and knew I could get in if Mom and Dad had gone out for the night." I chuckled. At least he didn't have to break into his house like I had tried when I had slipped away from the Rayners the weekend I had discovered nude camping. "I didn't even say goodbye or anything to Mike's parents I was so pissed. The Walcotts weren't aware that I was gone until it was too late to call our parents and tell them that I was on my way home." "So there was something going on here in our house?" I asked him, totally amazed. Jamie grinned. "You can say that again, sis. Downstairs it was all dark, but I heard a funny noise from upstairs and I saw a shimmer of light from up there." "And you knew what that funny noise meant." I smiled sweetly at him. "I had fucked Mrs. Clark enough to know what that noise meant. At first I thought Mom and Dad were at it." "And you thought how neat it might be to spy on our parents having sex? So you snuck upstairs real quiet like to watch them doing it?" Jamie blushed. "Yeah, it was sorta like that." I laughed. "Come on, Jamie. Admit it. It was exactly like that." He ignored my remark and smirked at me. He was having a blast telling me what he had discovered back then. "When I got upstairs I saw that the door to our parents' bedroom was open. I peaked in and you won't believe what I saw." "What did you see?" I asked curiously. "Mrs. Clark, on her back with our dad on top of her, fucking her like crazy. He had her legs pushed back over her and was pounding her hard. From the way he was grunting, I thought he was just about to blow his load. Mrs. Clark had her eyes closed and she seemed ready to orgasm as well." "Wow! You saw them fucking?" "Yeah. At first I was thinking Dad was cheating on Mom, that he was having an affair with Mrs. Clark. And that Mom didn't know about it because I didn't see her. I was freaking out I was so scared. I just knew Mom would find out about it eventually and then divorce Dad. I didn't want that at all. I like both Mom and Dad, and I want them to stay together. I stood there thinking that his cheating was because of all the nudity at the campground, since it was how things got started with Mrs. Clark fucking around with me. I just wanted everyone to put their clothes back on and forget that we'd ever been camping naked together." I leaned over to him and kissed him on his cheek. I said softly, "Oh, Jamie. That must've been a horrible feeling." He looked at me real serious like. "Mel, it was. But you know what was crazy? As much as I wanted them to stop, I couldn't even look away. They looked so hot together. If I hadn't been so upset, I would've probably taken out my cock and jerked off right there in the hall. As I walked slowly by their doorway to go to my room, I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I was tempted to stop walking and just stare until it was over, but I just kept slowly moving. It wasn't until I was past the doorway and couldn't see them anymore that I remembered that my dad was cheating on my mom. After that, I went quickly to my room to get away from them." "Poor baby," I said softly and gently rubbed his cheek. He looked in my face to see if I was making fun of him, but he realized I really felt for him. "I went on into my room and lay down on my bed. I felt like crying. But I was also turned on still from having watched Dad fuck Mrs. Clark. I mean, I had been fucking her, too. She had been my first and at that time the only one I had fucked." He paused for a minute like he was lost in his thoughts. I could feel the pain he had gone through that night. First the big fight with Mike, then thinking Dad was cheating on Mom. "But," he continued. "Suddenly Mom was standing in my bedroom. She was naked. She sat on my bed and rubbed my head. She said that she knew I was upset from what I'd seen, but that there was no reason to be. She explained that she and Dad were swingers just like the Clarks, and that she and Dad knew that I had been having sex with Mrs. Clark." "Wow. I'm surprised she told you that she knew you had been fucking Mrs. Clark," I told him. "It took forever for Mom to talk to me about it, even though we both were aware the other knew what I was doing with them." "I know. That sucked big time. I think Mom was just afraid when it came to you. I wish you had been involved sooner with things. It was sorta fun at first doing stuff behind your back, but then I started wishing you were part of everything. It would've been more fun." "So you think I'm fun, huh?" "Mel, seriously, if you weren't my sister, I'd have to kill Peter so I'd have a shot at being your boyfriend. You're smoking hot. You're fun to hang out with, when you're not ragging me about stuff. You just don't know how guys see you, especially my friends. You just haven't been available because of all the time you've spent with cheerleading and stuff. Shit, even a few older guys that Kari and Penny hang out with talk about how hot you are." I couldn't believe what he was telling me. I didn't know what to say to all of that. I just stared at him. High school guys were noticing me? Some of them probably got to see me at Saturday cheer competitions, since middle school B-team, junior varsity and varsity team competitions were normally at the same place on the same day. Everyone came and supported each other. Some high school guys could have seen me as well on Friday nights when the B-team occasionally wore cheer outfits and helped the junior varsity cheer squad sell programs at varsity football games. We also helped out occasionally at home junior varsity and varsity basketball games. "Just don't get a big head over what I just said. You'll just start being a stuck-up bitch if you do." I finally smiled at him. "I'll pretend like you never said it." I leaned over and kissed him. I was sure he was wrong about Kari and Penny's friends. I was just thirteen, for fuck's sake. Upperclassmen weren't going to drool over me with girls like Kari and Penny around to horndog over. Their tits were at least twice as big as mine. Their bodies were way more mature. I knew he was just talking shit to stay on my good side. I was cool with it though. It was way better than how he used to treat me while growing up. "I don't plan to hang out with anyone but my friends right now, but I'll remember what you said if I do." "If you do start hanging around high school guys, don't fall for all their bullshit." "I won't," I promised him. "So, what happened after Mom told you about everything, and that she and Daddy knew about you and Mrs. Clark?" "I hadn't really been worried about them knowing. I figured Mrs. Clark had more to lose than I did if she told them about having sex with me. I was only worried about Mr. Clark at first. But he had been fine with me having sex with his wife. And I guess Mrs. Clark told Mom about everything we had been doing, knowing she and Dad would want to stay informed about me." "So what happened next?" I asked a little impatiently. "Mom and I talked some more about sex being fun, and that it should be enjoyed, and that there was nothing wrong with doing it with different people. She and Dad had been swingers for some time, and that it wasn't cheating when they were doing it together. She and Mrs. Clark had been close friends for a long time, and they liked to occasionally share their husbands with each other." "And what did you say?" "Nothing much actually, I was too stunned to say much of anything. I just listened to her. Then she asked me if I wanted to watch them some more. I could only nod. Mom told me to get undressed, then took my hand and led me back to where Dad and Mrs. Clark were." "Wow. How did they react when they saw you?" "They were totally embarrassed. By then, Mr. Clark was in there with them, too. Apparently he had told them that I had come home and seen them, and that Mom was talking to me. Mrs. Clark and Dad had even stopped fucking. They were so surprised to see me when they had thought I was spending the night with the Walcotts." "And did they let you watch?" I anxiously asked. Jamie smiled at me. He knew I was getting turned on big time listening to him. "Mom got me to get on the bed so that Mrs. Clark could suck me while Dad started fucking her from behind. Then it got really wild." "How?" I whispered excitedly. I felt myself getting wet picturing the scene. I pulled my skirt up a little and moved a hand down to my bare pussy. I squeezed it some. Jamie's cock stood straight. He had a hand wrapped around it and started to stroke it. "Dad started to groan and he dumped his load in Mrs. Clark's pussy and she moaned and came, too. She kept sucking my cock the best she could while she had her orgasm. When Dad moved from behind her, Mrs. Clark rolled over on her back and pulled me on top of her and said, 'Fuck me, baby. Your dad would like to see how well I've taught you'." I rubbed my pussy harder. "She really said that?" I asked excitedly. "She did. So I fucked her with Dad's cum still in her pussy. He must have really dumped a load in her because she was really juicy." I chuckled. "I can imagine. So you got sloppy seconds?" Jamie blushed. "Sort of. When I was with the Clarks, usually Mr. Clark or I cleaned her pussy out after one of us had cum in her. So, it wasn't really like getting seconds those times." "So wild!" "That wasn't all though. Mom and Mr. Clark then lay down next to us. Can you imagine? I had never seen several couples fucking next to each other. And here were Mom and Mrs. Clark next to each other, Mr. Clark fucking Mom while I was fucking his wife, and Dad watching all of us. "That is so hot! I would've loved to have seen that," I panted. I was rubbing my clit furiously. I was getting close to cumming. "Yeah, it was very hot. Mr. Clark and Mom came together, and I couldn't hold on any longer either. I shot my sperm into Mrs. Clark and then she came, too." I started to moan loudly. Jamie moved in front of me and kissed me hard as I came. "Shit, Mel, you should keep a gag next to your bed," Jamie teased me. "Looks like you had a good one though." I took some deep breaths. "Wish I could have been there, too." "And you would have taken care of Dad?" Jamie laughed. "Keep it up, Jamie!" I waved a finger at him. He laughed some more. "Sorry, sis. You know I'm just teasing. But it did look pretty hot the way you sucked Dad off last night." "You looked pretty hot too, dear brother, with Mom's lips wrapped around your cock. Did something similar happen between you and Mom that night with the Clarks?" "No. I told you nothing like that happened before this past weekend." "So you say," I teased. He snarled at me was all though. "So what happened after that?" "I went to my bedroom. Dad followed me and asked if I was okay. I said that I was, and that I just wanted to think about things a little. Dad said that I could talk to him or Mom any time if I had questions. After he left I went to sleep, though. So I'm not sure what our parents and the Clarks did the rest of the night." "Where had Mom and Mr. Clark been when you got home? You said you hadn't seen them." "In your bedroom." "What the fuck?!" I reacted kinda loudly. "You mean when I wasn't home Mom used my bedroom to have sex with other men?" Jamie grinned. "I guess so. At least she did that one time." I shook my head. When Mom had scolded me earlier for getting the strap-on out of her dresser, she had wanted me to respect hers and Daddy's space. What about respecting my space? I already knew the answer to that one. 'My space was their space as long as they were my legal guardians'. I wanted to be pissed off at Mom. But after what we had done earlier in her room, I just couldn't get that worked up about it. "Did the Clarks stay the night?" "I don't think so," Jamie answered. At breakfast the next day it was just Mom and Dad with me." "Did you talk about it then?" "Yeah, Dad asked if I had liked having fun with them, and I said I did. So he then said if I wanted to we could repeat an evening like that, but only if I kept quiet about it. "So did it happen again?" "Only once at the Clarks'," he confided. "So you knew that our parents were swingers," I said to him. "Was that the reason you weren't worried if I told Mom and Daddy that you were jerking off?" "I just told you I had seen them having sex with the Clarks. After that, they saw me and I saw them masturbating occasionally for the last two years." "No way!" I softly exclaimed. "Way." "Seriously?" I more calmly asked. He nodded. "A few times I saw Mom looking into my room to watch me when I was jerking off. When I would notice her, I'd point my cock straight up to shot my sperm high in the air. Then she would usually blow me a kiss after I had cum." I looked at him in awe. He grinned and continued. "I saw Dad jerk off in his office a couple of times, and I even saw Mom masturbating on her bed with a vibrator a few times. And she and Dad knew I was watching. So do you think threatening to tell them that I was jerking off really bothered me?" Jamie grinned at me. "Well, with what I know now, not really," I replied, shaking my head in bewilderment. Mom had watched Jamie playing with his cock over the past few years! "You've got that right," he replied. "When you watched Daddy in his office, were you in there with him? I would think that would be incredibly awkward." "The first time I went down there and walked in on him, he was watching a video from a party. Dad was just sitting there stroking his cock like it wasn't a big deal. I mean, we had been around each other naked, and I'd fucked Mrs. Clark next to him while he fucked Mom." "I figured he would zip up or something." "He just kept stroking, so I said what the hell and pulled out my pecker and watched the video with him." I started to call bullshit on all of that, but the idea of Jamie and Daddy jerking off while watching porn together had me hotter than fuck. "Did you know any of the people in the video?" "Mom and Dad and the Clarks were there, but I didn't really recognize anyone else." "What did you see Mom doing?" "It had a few scenes where she was getting fucked. The hottest part was when she had two guys standing on either side of her while she alternated sucking their cocks, and at times tried to put both in her mouth at the same time. The guys didn't mind that she was rubbing their dicks together while doing it." I couldn't wait any longer. He had gotten me so turned on. I moved over to him. His cock looked so good sticking straight up. I pushed his hand away and opened my mouth to take his cock in. I sucked a little taking him as deep as I could. I was proud of myself that I could swallow his cock almost completely without choking. When I felt it touching the back of my throat I just tried to swallow a little and then the head went down my throat a little further. Jamie groaned. "That's it, Mel. Fuck! Your mouth feels so good." "Did Mom take each of those guys deep like that?" "Yeah, at times. She's so good at sucking cocks. They'd been at it for maybe five minutes when Mrs. Clark came over took one of the cocks just as deep as Mom was." "Is she as good as Mom?" "She damn good, but I think Mom is better." "She's only sucked you all the way once though, right?" "Yeah, but that one time was the best blowjob ever." I moved my head up and looked at him. "Am I better than Mrs. Clark?" He grinned. "Your blowjobs feel pretty good, Mel, but..." He didn't finish the sentence. I couldn't believe he was going to say Colleen sucked him better ... while I had his cock in my mouth. I had teeth, and I wasn't afraid to use them. He was getting too cocky for his own good. It was time to remind him that he was still in debt to me. I held his cock at my lips. "Jamie, you still owe me for Saturday night." "Mel," he whined, "I've already told you so much! What else do you want? Can't you just suck my cock?" "I want you to tell me about the party at the Meyers last year when you went for the first time." "But you saw how those parties go. You know basically everything already, Mel." I licked the underside of his dick and he started to moan. He had his eyes closed. Was he thinking of some woman he had fucked at his first party? I grabbed the base of the shaft with one hand and closed my lips around the head of his cock. I gently worked my mouth over the sexy knob, adding a little extra pressure with my lips on the ridge. Both Jamie and Daddy had sexy cock heads. They were full with a wonderful shape. It topped their shafts off so nicely. As I sucked on it, I also swirled my tongue around the ridge. His hips started to jerk a little. Time to slow down before this interrogation technique went too far and I lost my advantage over him. "I want to know more about what went on," I said cutting my eyes up at him as I held the tip of his cock against my bottom lip. "There just isn't a whole lot more to tell." I gently scraped my teeth over the sensitive head. Jamie yelped. "Ouch. Mel, for fuck's sake! That hurts!" I grinned at him. "It doesn't have to hurt if you start talking." "Alright, alright. Just don't bite me anymore." He took a deep breath. "Sheesh, Mel, one of these days your curiosity is going to get you in real trouble." I moved my face away from his cock a little. "Why don't you let me worry about that. Start talking, buster, and I'll more than make up for my little nibble." "Promise?" I gently fondled his hard cock and gave it a long lick. "Have I ever left you hard before?" He started to say something. "I mean, when I knew I'd made you hard?" "No," he admitted. "So tell me," I stated, and took him back in my mouth, slurping and sucking on his dick just the way I knew he liked it. His cock swelled a little larger because of it. It just urged me to give him my best effort. He wasn't going to have an excuse not to tell me something after I got him off. "Well, if you must know. The Meyers limit the parties to about twelve couples. Otherwise, it gets too crowded in their house. The party is by invitation only. During camping season they have a party just about every Saturday night. And the Meyers only allow kids there that have had sex with adults already." He quit talking and his hips jerked again. He couldn't last much longer with how I was working his shaft in my mouth. He moaned more intensely. I sucked him more intently knowing he was close to blowing his load. "Oh, Mel here it comes..." he panted. He spurted his cum in my mouth but it wasn't a whole lot, I guessed Sarah had already drained him pretty good. I swallowed his cum and sucked him a little longer until he pushed my head away because the tip of his cock had become too sensitive. I smiled at him. "Happy?" He chuckled. "You do that so well." "You've got a great cock to suck," I told him, pouting my lips to kiss it softly along the underside. "So, how does Sarah feel about you being at an orgy she's not at, fucking other girls and women?" Jamie's mood changed, he suddenly became very pensive. He avoided me and looked out the window. "I didn't fuck any younger girls ... just the women." "She knew you were going to it?" "We talk about things..." "Oh, come on, Jamie. You can do better than that. How does Sarah really feel about you having been at the Meyers' party?" He sat up and looked at me like he was almost a little mad at me. His voice sounded angry, too. "What do you want from me? Yes, I've known for some time that Mom and Dad are fucking Sarah. And she knows that I'm fucking her mom! We're not exclusive when it comes to sex, but we talk about it when we're going to have sex with others." I knew I was getting into a touchy area for him, but I wanted him to open up to me about their relationship. Sarah was frustrated about some things, especially sharing her guy with others. Jamie was frustrated because he was used to fucking other girls. It was okay to fuck older women, but not girls like Penny or Pam. They had strong feelings for each other, but they couldn't seem to really open up and discuss what was bothering each of them. "Do you know what Sarah did last weekend?" I asked him. "Oh shut up, Mel! I know Dad fucked her silly." He looked in front of him broodingly. His outburst surprised me. "Do you think that it's always easy knowing that my girlfriend is having sex with my parents?" He slapped the bed in frustration. I kept my mouth shut. He kept on venting his anger, too. "I was so fucking jealous that weekend when Mom made me watch you because you had discovered the nude camping at the Rayners," he angrily stated. "Sure, I got to fuck some while I was there, too. But Sarah and I had just become a couple a few days before then, and we had just fucked for the first time that afternoon. Remember? You watched us." "Yeah I remember. I also remember you fucking me for the first time that afternoon, and then both of us together." Jamie blushed. "Yeah, right. Anyways, before we fucked in my room that day, Sarah told me about her and our parents, and asked me if I was okay with it. And I told her that I had fucked her mom." He paused for a second and I could see something gnawing at him. "But still, half the time at the Rayners, I was picturing my new girlfriend lying on her back on our parents' bed with Dad pushing his cock into her, or Sarah sucking him off, or Mom licking Sarah's pussy, or she licking Mom's..." he quickly rattled off. "And all I got as a reward for looking after you was a sore shoulder for a week from you punching me because you were pissed off." I moved next to him again to hug him. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I didn't know how you felt. I suspected that Sarah was having sex with Mom and Daddy. It was driving me crazy not knowing what was going on. That's why I was so pissed off and took it out on you. I knew by then you were part of hiding stuff from me, and so you became my punching bag. I didn't find out for sure about Sarah and our parents until Sunday morning when Mrs. Thomas told me." We were quiet for a moment, holding on to each other until he had calmed down again. "I know it's completely crazy to become so jealous not long after I told her it was okay to be with Mom and Dad, and I do feel bad about it. Honestly, I'm dying to fuck Penny again. So how come I'm so jealous if Sarah fucks Mom and Dad, when I'm also fucking you and her Mom." I held him against me and rubbed his back as he broodingly looked out the window again. He had become so serious about Sarah, even more serious than I had realized this morning. I just had to hope that he and Sarah could work things out, that both of them would not hurt each other or get hurt. I loved them both and I knew I would be really upset if that happened. I knew I better change the subject. "So you told me some time ago that you had fucked other women, too, besides Mrs. Clark ... when you were blindfolded. Do you think Mom was ever there?" I asked, smiling at him. I had seen the video of one of his blindfold games, when Mom had watched Jamie fucking Mrs. Rayner. He didn't know what I knew though. "I'm not sure. One time I was straddling a woman and rubbing my dick between her tits. She pushed her breasts together around my cock. Mrs. Clark said she had massaged some baby oil into the woman's chest to make it slippery. It felt really good to rub it between her soft tits. Then she moaned a little for a second when I came while fucking her tits, spurting my load on her neck. Her voice sounded a lot like Mom's." "Did you ask if it was Mom?" I questioned excitedly. He shook his head. "Mrs. Clark had told me at an earlier session to keep quiet and not ask any questions about who I was fucking. I should just enjoy the fun of having sex with other women without knowing who they were." "So you shot your gunk on her neck?" "Yeah. Mrs. Clark whispered in my ear that it looked so hot to see my cum on the woman's neck. She said that she licked some off the woman, and even pushed some into the woman's mouth." "Oh, my Gawd! If that was really Mom she had already tasted your cum before last night!" He grinned. "Could've been. But I'm not really sure if it was Mom, though. When Mrs. Clark took the blindfold off, there were only Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Clark in the bedroom." "Figures. They didn't want you to know who you really titty fucked and came on." "But the woman I came on didn't have tits as big as Mrs. Rayner. When the blindfold came off, Mrs. Rayner was the one wiping her neck and chest with a large towel though. Mrs. Clark has about the same size boobs as Mom, but her chest didn't have any oil or cum on it. They didn't fool me though since I didn't see any sign at all of cum on Mrs. Rayner either. So there must have been a third woman in Mrs. Clark's bedroom. I'd bet almost anything it was Mom." "Wow, so hot, dear brother." I giggled. "What's so funny, sis?" "Can you keep a secret?" "You know I can. Why are you asking?" "Jamie," I hugged him, "I have seen a video of one of your blindfold games. Mom was there, but it was at a different time than the one you just described. She watched you fucking Mrs. Rayner. Mom even had Mrs. Rayner lick her pussy while you fucked her." Jamie sat there with his mouth open. I kissed his cheek as he blushed furiously. "The disc had May of this year written on it. Do you remember when it happened?" He looked down, he was so embarrassed. "I didn't know they made a video. It was the last time that Mrs. Clark did a blindfold game with me." He sat there very pensively. Suddenly he looked up. "Have you seen any other videos of me having sex?" I gently rubbed his face. "No, I haven't. But I'm sure there are many more. All our parents love to look at pictures and videos of us kids having sex, with other kids or with adults. I'm certain that they have recorded me every time." "How many games have you played, Mel?" He put his arm around me and pulled me close. He was stunned by Mom being involved in his blindfold games, but we were again feeling as close as we had been during the past weekend. "I've been blindfolded only three times so far," I said. I wasn't quite ready to tell him about the time Sarah and I had blindfolded Daddy yet. I knew I would eventually. "Mom has been at two of them that I know of watching out for me. She even stopped one of them because I was starting to freak out some." "How do you know?" "Mom admitted that to me while we talked on our way back home from the campground. She and Daddy even participated in one with me. Mom rubbed Daddy's cock against my pussy until he came all over my tummy. Then she pushed some of his cum into my pussy." Jamie shook his head. "Then I know that I rubbed my dick between Mom's tits, especially if they went that far with you. It was her." "But you have fucked other adults without a blindfold, haven't you?" He shook his head in amazement. "Mel, how come you know so much, and want to know even more about all the sex that's been going on?" "I was born curious, Jamie," I said, shrugging and grinning at him. "Mrs. Thomas told me that she had sex with you during a summer church retreat. And I bet you've also fucked Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Walcott without a blindfold, at least at the orgies at the Meyers house. But I bet not just there either." Jamie shook his head and sighed. "Why do you really need to know all of this, Mel? Having to keep all these secrets isn't all that much fun." "Secrets are fun for me. I am a girl after all," I blushed. "Yeah, fun for you. I got beat up over one of them, remember?" "Don't be a wuss," I said, playfully hitting his shoulder. He actually flinched when he saw it coming though. "Did I really hurt you at the Rayners?" I asked. "Fuck, Mel. You're pretty strong for a girl, even though you don't look it." "Gymnastics doesn't produce wimps," I proudly told him. "Do they give out boy beaters shirts, too?" he sarcastically asked. "I'm sorry for hitting you ... sorta. If you weren't such a wuss, it wouldn't hurt." I playfully snickered. He grabbed my calf and squeezed it until it started to hurt. "Okay, Jamie! You're not a wuss!" He snickered and released his grip, smugly patting my leg. I let him have that victory. "So ... tell me all your secrets," I playfully cut my eyes at him. "I like things to be open with Sarah and you. I want us all to be close. That's why I don't want to have to remember what I can tell you or Sarah. I don't like secrets standing between Sarah, me and you. And it's making things so much easier with Mom and Dad, now that I can be open with them, too. We have agreed, no more secrets, no more bullshit." He groaned and shook his head. He had lost this battle before it ever began. "What do you want to know?" he asked with a big sigh. "Has it been fun fucking the adults?" Suddenly he grinned. "Yeah, I had fun fucking Mrs. Thomas. She's really good at it. She taught me some things, too. One time we almost got caught." "What happened?" I excitedly asked. "It was at church summer retreat two years ago. Mrs. Thomas usually was taking her showers alone in the afternoon, when all of us were doing some activities with the youth leaders. I accidentally discovered it when I had forgotten something and had to go back to the boys' cabin. I figured she might do it every afternoon. So the next day, I snuck away from my group without them noticing it." "And you went to spy on her?" I could picture Jamie sneaking in the woods. The chance to see our pastor's wife naked must have been thrilling enough for him to risk getting caught. "Yeah, but she saw me as I looked around the corner of the girls showers. Rather than screaming and getting mad, she waved for me to come closer. At first I didn't want to go to her. I was sure she was going to go nuts on me. But then she told me I'd have to come closer if I wanted to see her naked." "Wow. She really said that?" He nodded. Doris is so cool. I hope I am as bold as her when I get older. "So you did?" "Yeah. I walked close to her without getting in the spray of the water and watched as she washed herself. She wasn't shy about showing her naked body to me." "Awesome." I stated, proud of my older friend. "After she turned the water off, she had me grab her towel off the rack. I started to hand it to her, but she told me to dry her off." "Did you cum in your shorts?" I asked, giggling. "No, doofus, however my cock was rock hard," he replied. "And she kept glancing at my shorts, smiling." "So, after that?" I asked. "She asked if I wanted to see her naked again? I started to say fuck yeah, but I just nodded. I mean, cussing at our pastor's wife might not have been too cool." "Smart move." "She then told me to leave the cabin after lights out and meet her at the dining cabin. She had a key and we went inside. That was the first time I had sex with her." "On one of the tables?" "Yeah and when we were right in the middle of it, one of the camp counselors came by. He probably had seen some movement in the cabin in the dark. Fortunately, Mrs. Thomas had locked the door." "I bet that scared the shit out of both of you." "You can say that again, except Mrs. Thomas seemed to think it was funny." That was Doris. She was so cool when under pressure. She probably just saw it as a game. She was like that after she found me in my backyard and threw her robe off her shoulders while we sat on the back steps ... as well as on the drive to her house when she didn't even have her license with her! I hoped I would be that cool when I got older. "We quickly got off the table and hid underneath it. She was smiling and almost giggling the whole time. The guy outside had a strong flashlight and searched the whole room with it." "I bet you were scared shitless." "Hells yeah! Can you imagine having to face your pastor over fucking his wife? I thought sure the guy would catch us." "I bet you lost your hard-on fast," I chuckled. "Well, I was losing it, but Mrs. Thomas started playing with it while we were hiding." "No way!" I exclaimed. "I thought she was nuts. She was within moments of getting busted, and she was trying to keep my cock hard! And once it was hard, she thought it was funny to softly hit my cock to make it jerk back and forth!" I snorted and then bit my lip to keep from laughing. I finally asked, "How long did the guy hang around looking?" "It took him about five minutes before he gave up." "And the two of you beat it outta there?" Jamie chuckled. "No, Mrs. Thomas said that the danger of getting caught just added to the excitement." I laughed. "That's Mrs. Thomas for you! Did you two have sex any other time while you were there?" "After that night we met away from the cabins in the woods. She had a blanket for us to lie on," he told me, grinning. "That blanket had a lot of cum stains on by the time the retreat was over." "Look who's bragging," I teased him. "Have you had sex with Mrs. Thomas since then?" "Mel, since then I have been with Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Rayner, and Mrs. Walcott. And you already knew about Mrs. Clark. Also, some of the other women at the orgy last weekend." "And with Penny, Kari, me, Pam, Julie, and Sarah, right?" I asked, since he was giving me his score card. "I haven't been with Julie yet." "But you used to be over at the Walcotts a lot," I reminded him. "I had other fun there though." "Huh? What kinda fun?" "They have a sex swing in their basement." "You've been in the Walcotts' basement?!" I eagerly asked. "Yeah, they've got some weird shit down there. I asked Kari and Mike about it, but they didn't ever want to talk about it much." "So, what's a sex swing?" "It hangs from the ceiling. It has sort of wide bands which support your back, shoulders, and ass. It keeps you up in the air so that your feet aren't touching the floor. When Mrs. Walcott got in it, she put her legs in some straps so that her pussy and ass were completely open." "What did you do then?" He had my curiosity piqued. This sounded exciting. I had just heard about the whips and shit from Peter. I had to get over there to try this thing out sometime. "Well, I stepped up to her pussy and first rubbed my cock through her slit for a bit. It looked so neat to see my cockhead moving between her lips and against her clit. Then I pushed my cock in. I didn't have to move at all, I grabbed her hips and just moved the swing however I wanted it," he proudly said, like he was some kind of sex expert now. "It was kinda neat. I could really watch my cock moving in and out of her pussy. She came like crazy several times, too." "Were you there only that one time?" I asked him, hoping to find out more about what the Walcotts did down there. "No, I was there several more times, but we only played with the swing. That other shit scared me, and I told Mrs. Walcott so. She never got into what other games they played down there." "When did you get to have sex with Kari though?" Jamie didn't answer right away. "Did Mrs. Clark set you up with her?" "Naw. One time, when I had fucked Mrs. Walcott, she asked me if I had sex with girls more my age. She said that it wasn't good for me to have sex only with adults. So I asked her if Kari had sex, and she said that Kari had been having sex for a while, and that she was on the pill. So I asked Mrs. Walcott if it were okay for me to try to have sex with Kari. She said it was fine with her, and even wished me luck!" "You really asked Kari's mother if you could screw her daughter? That's so unreal." I shook my head in amazement. Jamie smirked at me. "I didn't need to get in trouble with the Walcotts. So, I thought it would be better to ask her mother, since I was fucking her anyways. I figured all she would say is 'No' if she didn't want me to." "And what did you do then?" "Mrs. Walcott said I would be on my own as far as seducing her. It turned out that Kari was more than willing, even though I'm two years younger than her. I think her mother might've even told her that I would ask her. I went over to the Walcotts one time when I knew that Mike wasn't home, but knew Kari would be. I'm not sure I really did seduce her. It was too easy." "Cool. I like Kari. She probably thought you were hot even with you being younger." "You think she's cool because she was so easy to have sex with?" He smirked at me. "Like you?" I punched his shoulder, kinda hard this time. "Fuck, Mel! That hurt!" He exclaimed, but he grinned while rubbing it. "It was supposed to hurt, dammit! Don't say shit like that to me!" "Sorry, sis," he timidly apologized. He continued with his story. "One time when I went to see Kari, Penny was there, too. I got to fuck her for the first time then. Kari was watching us, too. She played with Penny's tits while I fucked her." "You like fucking Penny," I confidently stated. "I saw you with her at our house one time." He didn't seem embarrassed. "Yeah, she is a lot of fun." It was obvious that he didn't care that I had seen them. He hadn't seemed particularly upset either when Pam had told him that she and Sarah together with Peter and Kari had spied on him and Penny. Not even when he found out that Penny had set it up to get spied on. But I figured I better not mention Sarah again. Plus there was something else I was curious about. "So how did you actually start get involved in those orgies at the Meyers?" I asked him. "Was it when you went camping with the Walcotts?" He grinned. "No, I found out just like you. Mike showed me one time." "Huh? What do you mean just like me?" "Two years ago I got caught by Dad spying at the Meyers. He had gone outside to catch some fresh air. We hadn't noticed him leaving." "We?" I interrupted him. "Mike was with me," he chuckled. "Were you two jerking off together while spying?" I asked, giggling. "No, Miss Giggles," he groaned. "Anyway ... So Dad asked me if I liked what I had seen. I said that it looked like fun. Dad agreed, saying it was a lot of fun. Then he asked me if I wanted to go next time we went camping." "Where was Mike during all of this?" "He had already left to go back toward the tents after apologizing to Dad." "So, Daddy asked you if you wanted to go to a future orgy?" "Yeah, he did." I was surprised. I had expected Daddy to whip his ass for spying. I sighed. Sometimes I wished I had been born a boy. It wasn't any kind of penis envy. Guys seemed to have it made though. Parents let their sons do things that they would have never let their daughters do. "You weren't even fourteen yet, Jamie. Mom said the Meyers liked the kids to be at least fourteen to go," I complained. Fucking hell! Did they let boys go when they were younger? Jamie just shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, didn't seem to be a problem for me." "So how was it?" "Mel, I kinda freaked out the first time I went. Dad and I were naked and he introduced me to some of the people, mostly the women. A lot of them openly reached for my cock and felt it. I got so hard from them all touching me, I was afraid that I would just cum right in front of them and shoot it on the floor." He had a crooked grin on his face. "I was the youngest and the newest guy there. They were so eager to fuck me, and said so, too." Jamie pushed his chest out and looked sorta proud. My brother was like a light switch. He could be so sweet one moment, and then such an arrogant dork the next. "Were you fucked out after it was over?" "I was sore as hell. The last time I fucked, I wasn't sure I even squirted a drop when I came." "You weren't that way this past Saturday night," I slyly added. "I've learned how to pace myself," he replied. "I think all the women wanted me that first time since I was brand new to them. It wasn't so wild after that first time." "It was pretty wild Saturday night with you and Mom in our tent." He glanced at me. I think he realized I was determined to talk about it. Then he showed me he could be just as nosey. "Has Mom ever licked your butt before?" he asked. "Have you two ever done anything together before that night?" Now it was my turn to become embarrassed. I was sure he was just fishing with the last question, but I decided to come clean about it, since he was with me. "The only other time we both knowingly did anything together was that morning. We touched each other all over in the shower with a guy watching." "Touched?" "Yeah, well probably more like played with each other," I bashfully clarified. "You and Mom played with each other's cooch in the campground shower in front of a guy?" "Yeah, well ... we also rubbed each other's boobies and butts." "Mel, you two were fuckin' crazy to do that!" "Not any crazier than Mom sucking your dick on the way back from the party at the Meyers," I said defensively. "And you dared her to do it, didn't you? So that was just as crazy." Jamie grinned. He was learning shit about me now. I didn't mind though. "I guess it was kinda crazy," he replied. "But I didn't think she would go for it. She had stroked my cock at the party when she fed me a Viagra. So on the way back to our tent, I dared her to stroke my cock and to jerk me off out in the open." "Jamie, you're a pervert." "Takes one to know one," he shot back. "We're both perverts, brother dear." I grinned at him. "I've already accepted it." "Figures," he sneered. I smirked at him. "So what happened on your way back?" I asked. "Well, after I dared her, she looked around first to make sure no one was walking toward us. She then started kissing me and playing with my cock, like she had started to do earlier. I got completely hard in no time. She kept stroking it but I wasn't anywhere close to cumming. At that point though, I wasn't getting soft either, and likely wouldn't for a while after having her do that to me out in the open. I was horny as hell! She said something about needing to get me soft quickly. Next thing I knew, she started giving me a blowjob." "I know I should be disgusted with the two of you, but that is so fucking hot!" "She is great at sucking cock, but she still couldn't get me to cum. I'd already shot off half a dozen times at the orgy." "Are you disappointed you didn't get to fill Mom's mouth up with your cum?" "Yeah. Of all the times I'd shot off that night in some really nice looking women, I think I might have traded all of them to have been able to cum right then in Mom's mouth." "Do you think Mom would've shared your cum with you?" "I dunno. I sorta doubt if she would've tried that..." "If she had?" "I'm sure I would've let her. Mel, Mom is so fucking sexy. She's any guy's perfect wet dream. She could talk anyone into anything. I watched her that night and the previous year whenever I could. Men were dying to have sex with her. Most were trying not to be so obvious about it, but it was easy to see them staring at her all night waiting for a chance. She knows just how to turn men on. I probably would've done anything she wanted. Dad is so fucking lucky to be married to her." I should have been pissed that he was talking up someone else while I was right there. But, everyone was telling me I was a younger version of Mom. So, I had a decent shot at being just as sexy when I reached her age. I figured there were worse fates. "So, what else happened?" "After she figured out I wasn't going to cum so easily, she stood up and looked around again. She then stuck her fingers in her pussy, and rubbed the slime she got from it on my cock." "Yeah, and that slime ended up in my mouth," I groaned. "So who suggested blackmailing me into taking care of you?" "Mom did. I couldn't believe she would dare to do that with you. She had kept you away from things for so long. But she suggested that she would act like she was a little more wasted than she really was and would tell you that my pecker wouldn't go down unless you got me to come again." "And you went along with it, huh?" "Mel, I was so fucking horny!" "I'm sure you were, especially after what Mom had done. It's okay. Thanks for telling me the truth about it." "Thanks for not beating me up ... yet," he replied, looking at me warily. I snorted at him and then kissed his cheek. "That wasn't all, though." Jamie said. His face turned beet red. "Mel, don't be mad at me, please." "Why? What did you do?" "I told Mom I would only go along with it if she licked your asshole." "Oh, my Gawd!" I yelled, "You're such a pervert! And you just asked me if she'd ever done that before. You knew she hadn't!" "I didn't know if she had or hadn't," he weakly defended himself. He knew he was busted though. "You wanted to see her do that to me?" He grinned kinda sheepishly. "I thought that might make me cum again." I shook my head. But then I laughed. "I really enjoyed Mom doing that to me." "Figures," he said, grinning slyly at me. I knew how to get back at him. "You've done some other things with Mom, haven't you, my dear brother?" I asked oh so sweetly. He blushed, and replied, "I don't know what you could possibly be talking about." "Something that happened in our tent Friday night?" I asked, tilting my head and cutting my eyes up at him knowingly. Then the doorbell rang. It sure was a busy day. Mom yelled from downstairs. "Mel, you've got a visitor!" "Stay right there, Jamie," I demanded. "I'll be right back. We're not finished yet." ------- I was glad I had stayed dressed. I hurried downstairs and saw Pam at the entry. "Hi, Pam." I was definitely surprised to see her. "Hi, Mel. Can we talk for a minute?" Huh? What was on that chick's mind? Mom was busy downstairs so I took Pam upstairs to my bedroom. She said hello to Jamie and didn't seem surprised to see him naked in my bedroom. "What's up, Pamela," I asked. "I hate it when people call me that ... Susie Q," she shot back. And I hated it when people, who knew my middle name was Susan, called me that. I scrunched my lips at her. She glared at me ready to get into one of our occasional name battles. We hadn't done it in a long time. It usually ended after we called each other every variation of each other's name we could think of. My heart just wasn't into it right now though. "Truce?" I pleaded. "Yeah ... for now," she said, smiling wryly. I smirked back at her. "Why don't you like being called Suzie Q?" Jamie asked. "It's a cool nickname. It fits you." "Because I'm not a freakin snack cake!" I half shouted. "And it doesn't fit me at all!" I blamed all of this on my grandpa. Suzie Q was his favorite Hostess snack years ago, and he got me hooked on them for a while when I was little. And of course, he started calling me Suzie Q. I love him dearly, but his nicknames for me caused a whole lot of grief once Jamie told them to my friends, especially Pam. There was Lissy and Missy which easily transformed into things like Pissy Lissy. Of course, Melly, which became Smelly Melly. The worst was Melarific which Jamie quickly changed to Melanoma. There were plenty of others. Sarah was the only one to never rag me with them. Peter never did either. I planned to fuck him extra good later on. Pam just sometimes had to get the better of me when she could. "You're usually full of cream though," he smirked. Pam looked away trying not to laugh. "Keep it up, you guys. Payback is hell." "Touchy touchy," Pam playfully said, then hugged me. "So again, why are you here?" I asked her. "I wanted to see what you got for Peter ... plus, I was bored," she answered, blushing a little. When did I become the entertainment director around here? I showed her my gift for her brother. She liked the picture and the frame a lot and said so. Jamie wanted to see it, too. He thought I looked hot. What a dork. Was he always thinking about whether a girl was hot or not when he looked at her? I looked at Pam closely. I didn't really think she was here just to see my gift ahead of time. She had asked at downstairs if we could talk for a minute. She definitely had something else on her mind. "You said you wanted to talk, Pam. Is it about anything in particular?" I asked her. "Should Jamie leave?" Pam just sat on my bed near Jamie and looked around my room. I noticed both were exchanging glances and looked very uncomfortable. Something was up. "It's okay if he stays," she replied. "Jamie was just confessing to some of his sins," I hinted and looked at her expectantly. She looked away for a moment and then took a deep breath. "Mel, I'm sorry I kept so much from you. I didn't really have a choice. I was sworn to secrecy. I feel horrible about it." She blurted it out like she was lifting a huge load of her shoulders. I sighed. I just had to ask, "Is that why you didn't want to talk to me much before we left the campground?" "Yeah. I knew I was busted big time. I was even surprised you were being so nice to me. I knew it wouldn't last though." "So that's why you're here? You want to talk about it now? All the things you've been keeping from me after promising with Sarah that we would tell each other everything that we were doing?" I looked at her without smiling. "Yeah ... Look, I didn't like not being able to tell you everything. Everyone was keeping secrets from you. And they were counting on me not to tell you. I thought it sucked. I knew you'd be okay with the stuff that was going on. I knew the longer we all kept it from you, the worse it would be when you finally found out." I could buy most of what Pam was saying about that, but I knew her true motivation for thinking it sucked. Not only was she known as 'Miss Know-It-All', she also loved letting me and Sarah know that she knew about stuff before we did. Having to hide it from us must have been pretty hard on her. I really liked Pam, but sometimes I seriously wanted to just bitch slap her. I never would though. I knew we were going to be friends forever. But she was seriously worried now if I would want to be friends with her after discovering that she had broken her promise to me. I planned to let her off the hook, but I felt I needed to make her understand something first, though. "Pam, I'm not pissed off so much about you keeping things from me. I mean, I'd have preferred that you had told me before I found out in other ways. But what I'm really pissed off about is that months ago you had said we shouldn't keep things from each other. We agreed not to ... you, me and Sarah. I trusted you, Pam. Other people had to tell me things that you should've told me. You used that promise so you could throw me off of what you already knew." "I'm sorry..." We locked eyes, even though it was difficult for her not to look away. "Look, chica. I'm over it. I know you were put in a crappy spot by others. But you shouldn't have made the promise to me. You weren't the only one of us keeping things from the other. All three of us did. Sarah and I are cool about it now, so there's no reason we can't be." Pam came closer and we hugged each other. "Gawd. You girls are so sensitive," Jamie said, disgustedly. Up to now he had stayed surprisingly quiet during our exchange. Of course, he got pinched and playfully punched for his stupid remark by me and Pam. Well, I might have punched his arm a little harder than I should have. This one pinch I gave him on his side was probably going to leave a mark for a while as well. He deserved it though. I snickered as I thought how he would explain it to Sarah. "So, are we cool, Mel?" Pam asked anxiously. "I think you've got at least some explaining to do about a few things ... since I'm in the mood to hear confessions today." "About what?" she asked, acting surprised but looking uncomfortable. "Like during spring, when Jamie was pretending he was seeing you naked for the first time. And you played coy about him seeing you naked. You had seen each other naked quite a few times when camping, hadn't you?" "Mel," Pam started, now acting nervous. "I'm sorry that we couldn't tell you about the nude camping." Jamie cut in. "Mel, we really had no choice because we had been sworn to secrecy." "I know, I know. You made promises," I said in exasperation. "Time to spill it though, kiddies." I looked between the two of them before staring at Pam. "You liked the idea of having a chance to make out with Jamie that day, didn't you?" She blushed some. "I had seen him with Penny and wanted to make out with him, too. It was our first time doing anything together. And I thought your brother was pretty hot. Penny certainly liked doing stuff with him." Little sister wanted to play catch up to big sister. Jamie grinned at her. "Yeah, I had seen you naked at the campground, and I thought you were pretty hot, too." "So you two thought that since you were hot for each other, why not get me to watch. Let's make little Mel look like a clueless doofus." Pam grimaced. Jamie wouldn't even look at me. Pam then replied petulantly, "You did have fun playing match maker the first time, getting us set up. You had fun playing with us, too, as I remember. You licked me pretty good." Pam was right. I smirked at her. Jamie added with his own smirk, "And it didn't look to me like it had been the first time you two licked each other." I smirked right back. "We had done it a few times before." Jamie gloated, "I knew it! I just knew it!" I decided to get the upper hand again. "So how about when Jamie fucked you for the first time, when Sarah and I lost our cherries afterwards. He wasn't really your first, was he?" I asked, giving her a knowing glare. Would she admit to me that her father had been her first? Pam's eyes went wide as she began to panic. "What do you know?!" I smiled confidently at her. "Oh, my Gawd! How do you know about that?!" I smiled at her, "Relax, Chica, I have my sources. You don't have to tell us who you gave your virginity to." "Thanks, Mel," she replied, sighing in relief. Jamie sat there with his mouth hanging open. It was obvious that he didn't know what all I had found out from Doris. He also looked like he was struggling with something else. Finally he said, "Mel, there is something else you should know. Right, Pam?" "What else should I know?" I replied, looking between the two of them. "Well, other than sucking me off that day, I hadn't had sex with Pam even though we'd been around each other naked at the campground. But, that day right after summer vacation had started, when I fucked her in your bedroom, I knew that I wasn't Pam's first." "You knew that? Then why put on the show that day?" I almost yelled at them. "Mel," Pam started, and then paused. "Jamie ... and I ... we ... uh..." She started to stutter, her face flushed. Jamie interrupted her. "What Pam is trying to tell you is we ... uh ... were..." Jamie paused, and looked at Pam. Pam started again. "We had been asked to set things up so ... so that..." she glanced at Jamie, hesitating again. What the fuck! Jamie finally got it out ... sorta. "We had been asked to fuck in front of you..." My eyes went wide as I looked at him sternly, causing him to stop talking. Pam then finished their confession. "We were asked to do it ... so that you could get more involved with having sex." I was stunned. I looked from Jamie to Pam and back to Jamie. Neither of them could look me in the eye. They were probably waiting for me to explode. But I wasn't sure what to say to that! It was very quiet in my room. It took me a while to recover from that revelation. I didn't know why I was so surprised. Doris had already told me that many things had been kept from me because Mom had thought I wasn't ready. Obviously Jamie knew a lot more about how the adults got us kids involved with them than I did. But who had decided I had needed to get more involved with sex back then? And who had asked them to set me up? Sarah? I didn't want to believe that. Mom? I didn't think so. Mrs. Rayner? Why should she? Mrs. Clark? She came to mind as the most likely. A few days before Jamie had fucked Pam, I had sucked off her husband for the first time. She had wanted her husband to fuck me. She had wanted him to take my virginity. And the afternoon after my first blindfold game, when I had snuck home to get the CD, I had even overheard Mom saying that Mrs. Clark had handled things great with both of us so far, meaning Jamie and me. So I guessed it had to have been her. I actually debated for a moment whether to ask them about it, but then just went for it. "So, who asked you to set it up? Was it Mom? Or your mom, Pam?" Jamie mumbled something I couldn't understand. "What? I didn't hear you, Jamie." Pam softly answered for him. "Mrs. Clark suggested it." I had guessed it. She had also used Sarah to manipulate me like that before, and vice versa! I wondered how much further she had gone than just getting us to play together. I was sure she had gotten Jamie and Pam to go even further than they had just admitted. I then asked, "Did she also ask you guys to try to get mine and Sarah's cherries busted?" They nodded, their eyes fixed on the carpet in my bedroom. I guessed right again. I looked at Jamie. "And she got you the condoms, too?" "No," he said, still looking down in front of him. "Dad got me those. I was dating Brenda for a while during spring time and she wasn't on the pill. So he had a talk with me about being responsible and got me a supply of them, so that I wouldn't knock her up when I fucked her." I looked at Pam. "And you knew he had them, didn't you?" She nodded. "Mrs. Clark told me that Jamie had them, and knew how to use them. I was worried about getting preggers by him when she suggested that he should fuck me in front of you and Sarah." "So why did you really come over today, Pam? Why the need to talk about this now all of a sudden?" Pam squared her shoulders and looked at me. "You and Peter are a couple now," she said. "I didn't want you to find out things by accident tonight from others, especially during his birthday dinner or afterwards and then get mad at me. Mom said that you've talked to some people and learned about a lot of things the last few days." That was interesting. Other people, who were still keeping stuff from me, were beginning to sweat now that Mom and Doris were talking to me. I suspected I would find out a lot more fascinating things soon. "So your mom sent you over today?" I asked Pam. "No. She did think though it would be a good idea for us to talk about stuff soon. I decided to come over before the dinner. Your mom talked to mine on the phone a little while ago, and she mentioned that you and Jamie were talking in your room about things." she said, taking a long breath. "I decided to come over and tell you about all of this. I didn't know what else to do, Mel. I was afraid you'd get pissed and stop being friends with me because I was keeping things from you after we'd agreed not to." I knew Pam had been put in a tough spot. We never should have made that agreement. We couldn't keep it without breaking promises to other people. If she was guilty, then I was as well. But I had already forgiven her and Jamie. There wasn't any need to keep beating her over the head with it. "Mel, are we still cool? I'd hate to lose you as a best friend." Pam looked at me sorta anxiously, her eyes watering a little. I didn't answer her right away. I wanted her to sweat it a little more. There were still a few big things I wanted to find out from her. "Tell me how involved you've been with my parents," I blurted out to her. Jamie got his curiosity piqued, too. "Yeah, tell us about it." "Don't play dumb with me, Jamie. You know all about that too, don't you?" I shot him an evil glance. I was getting pissed at him for pretending to be so innocent. He shut up quickly and studied the carpet some more. I looked at Pam again. I could tell she was working it out in her mind how to answer. "I have done some things with your parents." She hesitated before continuing. "More with your mom than with your dad. Last year your mom started coming over to our house during the week, and we went to my room. And I've spent a few nights with them, mostly before summer vacation started." "And your mom didn't mind?" "She knew what we were doing. She was cool with it." "Where was I when you were over here?" I asked her. I looked at Jamie. "And where were you, mister?" "Jamie was usually at our house with Penny," she replied. "He knew that I was spending the night with your parents. I believe you were either at Sarah's house or with your grandparents. I'm not quite sure." "And?" "What do you mean? You want details?" "Duh." Pam blushed and looked down. "We did everything, Mel. I've licked your Mom, and she me. Your Dad has fucked me and I've sucked him off. He liked to make out with me, and he's licked me, too." A thought came to mind. "You know a week ago, your sister Penny called me to spend the night over at your house." I looked at Pam and she started to blush. She knew what was coming. "You weren't home. Kari said you were over at her house, hanging out with Mike..." I let it hang and waited to see if Pam would say anything. I watched Jamie who quickly turned his head and looked away. He knew something about that day, too. "I wasn't with Mike," she whispered. "You were here with my parents, weren't you? And you knew about it, Jamie, didn't you?" Without looking at me he answered, "I was here with Sarah." "Wow. Did you guys have an orgy here?" Pam looked at me. "We were all together in your parents' bedroom. Your dad and Jamie fucked both Sarah and me. Your father fucked your mom once with us watching. Your mom played with our tits and pussies when your dad and Jamie fucked us. Sarah or I would lick your mom and she us when the guys were recovering. One time Sarah and I did a sixty nine and we licked cum out of each other's pussies." "Did my mom set that up? Your coming over here, and me going to your place?" I could hardly conceal my emotions about what I had just found out. Had there been other days when something like that had gone on in my house? Sarah hadn't mentioned anything about that orgy. She had said that she didn't like for Jamie to fuck Pam. Had she been submissive enough to allow him to do it when Mom and Daddy were with her? But she and I still had a lot to talk about. So, I wasn't mad at her. She had been having threesomes in our house for some time. I made a mental note to ask her about all of that soon. I knew she would tell me. "My mom said that since you were starting to date Peter, you should know a little more about our family. She wanted to know if you were really cool with the things happening in our family before you and Peter got too close." I couldn't believe what she had just told me. I shook my head in amazement. She paused, but then she let it all come out. "Your dad is pretty awesome. He can cum so often in one night. I was always pretty worn out after a night with him and even a little sore. He fucked me so much when I stayed over." I grinned a little. Sarah had told me about Daddy's endurance. I was proud that he wasn't an embarrassment to the family, as weird as that might seem. And I knew Pam would be sore again Thursday morning. "Several times your mom sucked his cum out of my pussy, and a couple of times I ate his cum out of hers." While I was glad I was learning all this stuff, I felt jealous again from being reminded that I had been excluded from so much. My parents were seriously into girls my age. I could understand not wanting me with them while they played around with girls like Pam and Sarah. Heck, it appeared even Anna Taylor might be involved with at least Mom. My parents had so much fun with my best friends, and I hadn't even known about it. Things were certainly changing, but hiding stuff from me for so long still got to me at times. This was one of them. What if I had wanted to be involved? But then I remembered my discussion with Sarah. Would I really have wanted to be a part of my parents' sex games? I still wasn't sure, even though it definitely had been fun last night with Daddy, and an hour ago with Mom. I just knew I didn't want to be left out knowing about it. I was glad that my parents were now talking with me about their plans. Like last night, when they had told me that they wanted Pam and Peter to spend the night with them. There was something else I needed to know. And this seemed like the best time to ask. "Pam, did my parents ever ask you to do things with me?" She shook her head. "No, it was always Mrs. Clark. She is over at our house a lot. Mom and her talk all the time. And a few times she would come to my room and talk to me and suggest that I..." She stopped again. "I get the picture. Little innocent Mel needed help to catch on." My voice was dripping with sarcasm. Neither Pam nor Jamie said anything. I felt a little hypocritical. I had never told her about the things I had done with her parents. I also hadn't told her that I had discovered her mom and Mrs. Clark in the Rayners bedroom taking pictures of us kids having sex in their backyard. But perhaps Pam knew all about it already? Perhaps Penny had filled her in? Or had Pam been a part of a set-up for Sarah and me? I couldn't really discard any possibility anymore. I felt so vulnerable now that I knew how much scheming had gone on in the background to get me to have sex with the adults. "Mel, are we cool? You haven't answered me yet." Pam was even more anxious now. I wasn't going to yet either. "Tell me, Pam. Why were you so embarrassed when I teased you about the orgy at the Meyer's on Sunday morning?" "Mel, do I really have to tell?" she sorta whined. "If you want us to be cool you have to." I wasn't going to let her off the hook. I was still a little pissed about her having kept all these things secret from me. "Look, you weren't supposed to even know about the party," Pam said. "And you weren't supposed to know that I had been invited to go and you had not." "Mom had also told me not to say a word to you about being invited," Jamie added hesitantly. I could tell he knew that I was none too pleased with him either. "Mel," Pam spoke fast in a whiny voice. "When you came up to me Sunday morning, I was becoming afraid you would ditch me as a friend for breaking my promise to you - not to keep secrets from you anymore. I was scared about how much you were finding out about the things I had been involved with that I had to keep secret from you." She was repeating herself, a good sign that she was fretting about it. Good. This was payback time, and paybacks were hell ... especially mine. She continued. "Including the stuff others had asked me to do with you that we talked about earlier." I took a deep breath. Both of them had come clean with the stuff I asked specifically about. I'm sure there was other stuff they hadn't told me, but I could find out about that later. I was satisfied for now about the big stuff. But there was one specific thing I was still very curious about, and now was a great time to find out. "So tell me about the party last Saturday night at the Meyers," I said a little forcefully. "Who wants to go first?" "What do you want to know?" Jamie asked. "You spied on the party, didn't you? You know that it was an orgy. You probably saw most of what was going on. So what do you want us to tell you?" "Who did you have sex with?" I didn't need to know, but I had them on the ropes. Or so I thought. Jamie shook his head and sighed. "You're just too much, Mel. I fucked a bunch of the women there. I fucked Erica, and some others I had met when I had been at their campground last year. I licked some pussies..." I glanced at Pam. She knew I was just fucking around with them now. Jamie was just a little slow figuring it out. Pam tried not to grin at me, but she did anyway. "I had a bunch of guys fucking me," she said. "I knew most of them, but there were also some new people there. The Meyers are careful who they invite to their parties though." "Were there any other kids?" I wanted to know. "Just Kari and Mike, and Penny," she replied. "So how does it feel to suck Mr. Meyer's cock?" Pam grinned. "He is huge, isn't he? When his cock was fully hard, I had to really stretch my mouth to get just the head in." "So no deep throat?" I teased her. "I'd choke to death on that monster." We giggled some at the thought. "Did he fuck you?" She blushed. "He took me to their bedroom a little later. He was very gentle and he used some lube, too. He made sure that he didn't push his cock all the way in. But it felt great the way it stretched my pussy. It rubbed so firmly inside me. I came several times before he shot his spunk in me." "Were you dripping his cum the rest of the night?" I asked. "No..." she said before Jamie interrupted her. "Pam!" Jamie yelled. "Brother dearest, would you like to tell me something?" I said, my voice dripping honey. I gave him my sweetest smile. Pam told him, "I think your sister already knows what you're into." He sighed. "Look, I don't want everyone talking about it and..." Pam interrupted him. " ... and have people thinking you're gay? Dude, you're not gay. If you sucked it from a guy's cock, you would probably be bisexual. But licking it from me or any other girl doesn't make you anything but kinky. Everyone has a kink, Jamie." "You ate Mr. Meyer's cum out of Pam's pussy, didn't you?" I asked just to get him to openly admit it. Not to embarrass him, but to get him to see it wasn't anything to me or Pam. "Yeah," he finally admitted. "Can we keep this just between us?" "Jamie, I promised I wouldn't tell anyone. But I'm somebody you've done it with and already knows. Somehow, I don't think any of us perverts are going to judge you," I snorted. Pam pretended to be insulted for a moment before laughing, and Jamie smiled and seemed to relax. "Your mom was watching us," Pam told me. "She licked Mr. Meyer's cock clean while Jamie cleaned me out." I wish I had seen that! "Could you even feel any other cocks after Mr. Meyer fucked you?" "Sure. A pussy contracts again after a minute or so. I got fucked later by a few other guys who were a lot smaller, and I felt them fine." "Did you get double teamed?" "I didn't let anybody fuck my ass, if that's what you mean. But several times a guy shoved his cock in my face when another guy fucked me. Or a woman put her pussy in front of my mouth for me to lick. Usually when that happened, it was the guy's wife who wanted me to lick her." I grinned at her. "Sounds like you had fun!" "I was kinda popular ... being the new kid." "Maybe I'll be the new kid next time," I said, smiling deviously. She grinned back at me, realizing we would still be friends. She had answered all my questions, even my last bullshit one. I gave her credit for that. I moved closer to her and hugged her. I looked over at Jamie. "How did you like fucking Mrs. Meyer?" He shyly replied, "She's fun to fuck. She is so experienced. She knows so many tricks that she can do with her pussy." "Like what?" "She will rotate her hips in small circles, she does it really fast. And she squeezes her muscles around your cock. It almost feels like she is sucking your cock with her pussy. I came real fast when she had me inside her. And no, I didn't lick her afterwards." He paused for a second. "You didn't spy on us very long, did you?" Jamie asked. If you excluded the time I was paying more attention to Peter fucking me, it probably was just a short time. "Not too long, I guess. I did later see you with Mrs. Walcott, and Mom with Mike from the fire tower." "You were up on that old tower?" Pam asked surprised. "I wanted to go up last year, but Mr. Meyer said it wasn't safe anymore." "She got in trouble with Mom for going up anyways," Jamie gloated. I let him have his small victory. "So what about the four of you on the porch?" I asked him, changing the subject back. "So what? I fucked Mrs. Walcott and Mike fucked Mom. Happy, Miss Gotta Know Everything?" I ignored the smart-ass question. "You were next to each other?" I asked him. "Yeah, and they asked me and Mike if we enjoyed fucking the other's mom. And they talked the whole time to each other how they enjoyed fucking the other's son. It got totally wild." It figured. I had heard Mom talking wild when Mike was fucking her in the ass in our house last week. We got quiet. I had found out so much. There was a lot to think about. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand. "This has been most informative," I said, acting all big shotty. "Thank you for your cooperation. I'll let you know if I require further information, but I have a dinner party to attend." They both shook their heads at me. "So this is what it feels like when your sister goes nuts on you," Pam said to Jamie, and snickered at me. "At least she didn't waterboard us," he replied. "Look guys, I can make time to continue this..." I started saying, but they both quickly decided not to taunt me any further. Jamie quickly got up and bailed out of my room. Pam stepped over and hugged me. "I've got to get home anyways. Mom probably wants some help with dinner preps." She then asked, "Mel, are we cool?" I hugged her back and kissed her on her lips. "We're cool. But I want you to be straight with me. Your brother is my boyfriend, and it would be really awkward if we were on the outs." "I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you before you came over. I want things to be cool for all of us." "That means you better talk to Sarah about all those things, if you haven't. She has a right to know, too. We're all still best friends, right?" Pam smiled relieved. "Yeah we are. I want us to be thick as thieves again." I hugged her and kissed her on her lips. "We are," I replied. I then moved away from her a little so that I could look into her eyes. "Pam, I need to tell you some things, too. I'd like to do that soon. Perhaps together with Sarah?" "Thanks, Mel. We'll get together soon to talk some more. See you in a bit." She smiled at me as we left my bedroom together. ------- I went downstairs with Pam and saw her out and then went to the kitchen to get a drink. Mom had also gotten dressed again. She was unloading the dishwasher. I helped her some which brought a smile to her face. "Thanks for helping, Mel." "You're welcome, Mom." I smiled back at her. "Did you find out what you wanted to know?" "How did you... ?" "I'm your mother. I know you well." She grinned at me. "I would've wanted to know, too." "You don't know what they all told me though." She blushed. "I can imagine though." She suddenly hugged me. "I wanted you to find out about some more things." I looked at her surprised. "Pam said her mother had suggested..." "I know. I had talked to Maggie though. I told her that it's time for you to be filled in on some more things." I let it go. We had opened up so much to each other. I didn't need to push it in her face. She seemed more than fine with me finding out more details from my friends and my brother. Right now I had a more pressing problem. "Mom, I could use some help, too." "What do you need help with, baby girl?" "I don't know what to wear tonight. Could you help me pick out something? Please, Mom?" Actually, I had a good idea how I wanted to look. I could have picked something out myself. I just wanted Mom to hang out with me a little more. She chuckled. "Sure, I'll be right up." I went to my room and looked what my closet had to offer. I sighed. I had to look for something nice, but I didn't want to be overdressed either. Church clothes? Last year's school clothes? I pulled out some skirts and some dress pants and got undressed to try some of them on. I started with the pants. I had trouble closing some of them. I looked like a sausage in most of them. Fuck. I had been wearing shorts and tops I had gotten at the end of school. I was growing out of all of my clothes I had worn last school year! Mom had come into my room without me noticing. "Looks like my baby has grown some lately, those pants are too small. Put them here, I guess we have to start a pile for Goodwill." I grinned at her. "Last time I went to the Goodwill with Colleen, the afternoon turned out kinda fun for me. And for you, too! Peter got worked kinda hard though." Mom blushed. She had been at my first blindfold game together with Peter and then taken him home with her. "Yeah, I know," she mumbled kinda embarrassed. I tried on some skirts and we noticed the same. "I think you ought to wear a dress anyways. Maggie said she was going to do a formal dinner." I looked for some and pulled out a few. I started to try one on. I couldn't close the zipper. "More stuff for the pile." Mom sighed. I looked at her coyly. "There are a lot of back to school sales on. Can we go clothes shopping next week?" Mom sighed again. "I guess we'll have to. Looks like there won't be a whole lot left for you to wear to school." Like that was actually going to happen anyways. "Mom? Can we ask Doris to come along, too? We had a lot of fun at the mall together a few weeks ago." "So I heard. I guess we're lucky that you two didn't get arrested," Mom chuckled. "But having Doris along would be fun. I'll call her." "Thanks, Mom." We finally settled on a sleeveless midnight blue dress that was fitting a little snug but otherwise looked fine. It was kinda short and showed a lot of my legs. The neckline wasn't cut too low and didn't show any cleavage. Not that I had any to show. Underneath I would wear some white g-string panties and bra. "The white will look great against your skin," Mom noted. "You got a nice tan last weekend." I feigned being surprised. "You mean the Rayners will see me in my underwear tonight?" Mom just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I hugged her and we kissed. "Thanks, Mom, for helping me." She smiled. "Now hurry along, little one. Or rather, 'not so little one' anymore," she teased. I groaned. She added, "You don't have much time left and you still have a lot to do." We had spent quite a while looking through my clothes and it had gotten late. "I'll be downstairs to give you a lift when you're ready." "Thanks, Mom." ------- I was finally ready to go. During a long shower I had managed to shave my legs and under my arms without nicking myself. I had debated for a second whether to shave my pussy as well, but decided against it. I was too proud of the hair that had grown down there over the last year and a half to let go of it. I might ask Colleen sometime to trim it like she had hers. I had primped some more, blown my hair dry and styled it. I sighed as I put on my lacy white panties and my bra. I really didn't need to wear a bra. Why couldn't I have breasts Pam's size? I put my dress on and looked in the mirror. Not half bad, I decided. I fussed a little more with my hair, slipped into low-heeled dress shoes, and grabbed my purse and overnight bag. I went downstairs. Mom was waiting for me in the living room. "What do you think, Mom? Can I go like this?" I twirled in front of her giving her a look at me from all sides. Mom got up and put her hands on my shoulders. She looked me up and down and with a broad grin said, "Melissa, you look gorgeous!" She gave me a peck on my forehead. "I'm awfully proud of my beautiful daughter." She grabbed her purse. "Ready to go? Don't forget Peter's gift." I was starting to get excited about what things would be like with the Rayners tonight. I glanced in a mirror on the wall near the door as we started to walk out of the house. "You look absolutely adorable, Mel. And I'm not just saying it because you are my daughter. You really do look great. And besides that, Peter loves you and the Rayners all like you very much, too. You'll have a fun time tonight." ------- As Mom started the car, I boldly asked her, "Did you enjoy spying on me and Jennifer while we were muff munching?" "Muff munching?" Mom asked, chuckling. "Don't be a prude, Mom." "I'm not being a prude, but muff munching?" "What did you call it when you were my age?" "All kinds of things - eating hair pie, dining at the Y, eating out, clam diving, eating a tuna taco..." "Those are so last century," I said, snootily. "And muff munching isn't?" "Whatever." "How about eating a hair burger?" "Gross." ""Box lunch?" "Who came up with the idea of calling a pussy a box?" I asked her. "Why would anyone call it that?" "Because it's a box that a dick comes in. Get it? Comes in?" "Ha ha. That's dorky." "What about pearl diving?" "That's something an old person would say." "You wouldn't believe some of the things old people say." "Like what?" "Speaking in tongues, trimming the hedges, French lessons..." "Wait ... I once overheard Grandma saying that you had to get a license to get married. I asked her if it was like a driver's license. She said sorta, but you didn't have to pass a test. She then told me all men should be required to have French lessons before they even get a marriage license. I asked her why. She said they knew the proper way to treat a lady, especially a wife." "That's your grandma," Mom replied as we pulled up in front of the Rayners house. "I didn't know Grandma could be so bad ass," I stated as we sat in the car and continued talking. "I don't know about being bad ass, but I know she loves you very much ... and wants to see more of you." "I want to see Grandma and Grandpa more often. I miss staying with them. There's just been too much going on though." "How about this weekend? I need to help your grandma with some things. We could spend a few days with them ... if you can make some room on your social calendar." "I'm not that bad, Mom." "You're getting to be. Just remember that they won't be around forever." ------- We got out of the car and I started to walk to the Rayners front door. I knew the night could get really crazy. Peter had already told me about what his Mom did with him this morning, which made what my Mom instigated last night come back to mind. Would Mom do something with me in front of Peter and his family? "Wait, Mel. I need to talk to Colleen, and I'm sure she and Sarah want to get a look at you." I shrugged, and walked with her across the street to see the Clarks first. Mrs. Clark opened the door. "Hello again," she welcomed us. "Melissa Livingston, you are simply gorgeous." "Thanks," I blushed. We stepped inside and she closed the door behind us. Sarah came down the stairs and gave me a hug. "You look awesome, Mel." "Thanks, chica." "Peter is going to think he is in heaven." Mom then stepped to Sarah and they hugged and kissed, I watched as their open mouths pressed together, their tongues playing together. Then Mom turned and did the same to Mrs. Clark. Sarah and I just stared at them speechless. "When are we going to have some time together, sister?" Mrs. Clark asked Mom with a soft smile. "Very soon, I hope." Mrs. Clark then looked between me and Sarah. "Surprised?" she asked as they drew apart. I grinned. "Not anymore." "Ditto," Sarah answered. "Where's my hug, Mel?" Colleen asked. I stepped up to her, hugging and then kissing her passionately. I placed a hand on one of her breasts, gently squeezing and massaging it while doing so. I didn't care if Mom and Sarah were watching. I seriously wanted to do something sexy with her. I had really missed Colleen, even though she had really frustrated me quite a bit. And I wanted to be as daring in front of Mom and Sarah as they had been in front of me. It definitely caught their attention. After we parted, Colleen commented, "Well, aren't you the bold one today." I just smiled devilishly at all of them. Colleen invited us to join her in the family room. The two of them sat on the couch. Mom motioned for me and Sarah to sit in the chairs close by. "Girls," Mom started, "After everything that has gone on over the past few weeks, Colleen and I think it's time the four of us had a talk." "What about?" I asked. Colleen replied, "About what we started last year ... with you and Sarah." I looked at the two women wide-eyed. I hadn't expected that! I turned to look at Sarah. She had the same reaction. She was just as surprised as I was. Wow, things were really changing around here. I made a mental note to give Doris a seriously sloppy thank you kiss the next day. "However," Colleen said looking at me. "You have something more urgent to attend to right now across the street, and we don't want to keep the Rayners waiting, especially Peter. So, I'm inviting you and your mom over for tomorrow afternoon. The four of us can talk then." "Mrs. Thomas is supposed to pick me up at four in the afternoon," I told Mom. "Don't worry, sweetie," Mom replied. "I'll talk to Doris tonight. I'll drop you off at her place after Colleen and I talked with you girls. Okay?" I nodded. I looked over at Sarah again, who was looking at me. We nervously stared at each other. I was happy this was going to happen, but I was also nervous about how this could change things. I was excited to see Peter again, but I was also getting a little nervous about the party I was about to attend. ------- After saying our goodbyes, Mom and I finally headed for the Rayners. She took my hand in hers as we walked down the Clarks front steps, squeezing it reassuringly. So much was changing in a big hurry it seemed. Would Mom go back and take Sarah home with her? "Mom?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Are you taking Sarah back with you?" Mom looked at me surprised. "No, sweetie. Your father and I need to have a night to ourselves. We need to figure out some things, too, you know?" Last night was still on my mind as well, just as it had been when we first arrived. Had Mom told Mrs. Rayner about it already? It was definitely something they now shared in common - sex with their kids, even if what my parents had done was very tame in comparison. Neither Jamie nor I knew exactly what Mom and Daddy had each done with me while we were all together on our parents' bed. As we walked across the street, I asked, "Mom, who licked my pussy last night?" "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yeah. Why keep this a secret?" "It was me." "Just you?" "Just me." "Daddy recorded it?" "Uh huh." "Who licked my asshole?" "I did ... at first." We stopped at the car to get my overnight bag out. I picked up the gift box and slung my purse over my shoulder. As we started to walk to the Rayners front door, I asked, "Daddy rimmed me, too?" "Does that bother you?" "Not really. I'm surprised you let him though." "Me too ... but fair is fair." "Cause you licked my asshole Saturday night?" She nodded at me. "So ... are you going to let Daddy..." She interrupted me, "We'll talk about it ... your father and me." I checked my watch as we walked up to the front door. Twelve minutes past five. I figured we were fashionably late, even for such an important date. Mom whispered, "I'll talk with your father tonight." "Yeah, right," I smirked, as she hugged me to her. "Can I see the video from last night? Tomorrow perhaps?" "We'll see, baby girl," she quietly replied as she rang the doorbell. ------- Chapter 39 "Welcome, Melissa, and welcome Andrea!" Mr. Rayner brightly said as he opened the door. "Hi, Mr. Rayner," I replied. "Hi, Kent," Mom said. With a wave of his hand he asked us to come inside and closed the door. He gave me a gentle hug and kissed me full on my lips. No pretending in this house tonight, I thought. He gave Mom a big hug, and she got into it as they kissed rather intimately. I started to tell them to get a room, but thought better of it. Peter came galloping down the stairs, his face one big smile. Wow, he even wore a coat and a tie just like his father. They were definitely taking this dinner seriously. "Hi, Mel," he said. Before I could say anything, he hugged and kissed me long and intimately. Mr. Rayner chuckled. "Peter, give the poor girl a chance to breathe!" I caught my breath and smiled at my boyfriend who just wouldn't let go of me. "Happy birthday, Peter." I handed him his package. But he just kept on looking me over. "You look great, Mel!" "Thanks, sweetie," I replied, blushing a little as I bit my bottom lip. "You look great, too." Mom stepped in front of Peter and gave him a big hug, too. "A very happy birthday to you, Peter. I hope your next year will be as exciting as the last one." She kissed him fully on his lips and held the kiss for a while. Peter blushed like crazy as I watched them. I didn't frown at him, which must have been a green light for him to continue. Not long ago, I would have been totally pissed. Now it all seemed so 'normal'. They were already fuck buddies with my blessing. Why not a passionate kiss in front of me? At least they weren't tearing each other's clothes off. Mr. Rayner led us into their family room. Mrs. Rayner, Pam, and Penny soon joined us as well. We all said hello to each other, kissing each other a little more intimately than I would at someone else's house. Definitely no pretending at the Rayners'. "Well, now that everybody is here, let's altogether congratulate our birthday boy." Maggie said before she started to sing 'Happy Birthday to you... ' and we all joined in. I smiled at Peter. It was kind of weird for him to be standing between me and my mother while both of us had an arm wrapped around him. I was also surprised that everybody was dressed so formally. They said it would be formal, but I didn't quite expect this. Mr. Rayner and Peter had even put on a tie and a sports coat. Mrs. Rayner, Penny, and Pam wore dresses, and I had worried about being overdressed. I mouthed a silent 'thank you' to Mom for suggesting that I wear a dress, too. "Well, Maggie, Kent," Mom spoke up. "I better take off and let you enjoy your dinner." "Thanks for bringing Melissa over. I'll drive her home tomorrow morning," Mrs. Rayner answered. "Thanks, Maggie. Bye, everybody. Have a fun evening!" Mom turned to leave. Peter pulled me out into the hall so that we were alone. He said, "I was gonna call you earlier, but thought it would be better to wait until you were here to talk about this." "Talk about what?" "Your mom called earlier this afternoon and talked with me and Pam. She asked us both if we would like to spend the night with her and your father tomorrow night. Mom said it was okay if we did." "Do you want to?" "Why do I feel like I'm standing in front of a firing squad all of a sudden?" I half laughed at him. "It's not a trick question. If you want to, it's cool with me. I'm spending the night with Doris anyway." "And her husband?" "Yeah. That's not okay?" "It's cool ... We agreed we could be with adults." "So why are you bringing it up at all? My parents are adults, too." "But we're talking about your mom. I don't want to if it bothers you ... you know?" I kissed him. "It's fine. Mom asked me last night if I was okay with you spending the night with her. But thanks for thinking about me. Have fun tomorrow night. I plan to," I said, winking at him. He smiled a little bashfully at me. "It's a little weird talking about this stuff." "Dude. Seriously. If tonight is anything like the last time I spent the night here..." There was no need to say any more. We hugged and kissed. I also made a mental note to talk to Peter beforehand when I wanted to spend the night with someone. I had to get used to having a boyfriend. "Peter? Melissa?" Mrs. Rayner said to us, looking from the entrance to the family room. "We'll be right there, Mom," Peter replied. "What's going on with your parents tonight," I asked. "They're acting so over the top formal." "They're doing it just for you." "Huh?" "I overheard them talking on the ride back from the campground. They're afraid you might have the wrong impression of our family. They want you to see that there is more to us than ... you know." "Wild sex?" He nodded. "It's cool. I appreciate their effort to put on the dog, but I've known them for a long time. They might be a little crazy, but whose parents aren't?" "Put on the dog?" Peter asked, confused. "It's something my grandma says when someone goes all out for a dinner." "But it's more than that, Mel. They're concerned you don't see us as being like any other family." "They're afraid I might think they don't love you and your sisters like my parents love me and Jamie?" He nodded. I thought about that for a moment. I had known them for years and they had seemed like any other family then. But since this summer, I had been seeing them more as a sex crazed bunch. I told him, "I know they're wild and crazy about sex and stuff, but I know they're crazy about their kids just like my parents are about Jamie and me." "You know most girls would run like crazy from my family, knowing what we do." "But I'm not most girls. I'm your girl," I corrected him, kissing him again as well. "Now let's go back before they think we're fucking out here." "Can we?" he smiled devilishly. "Later, birthday boy. Now c'mon," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. "That's birthday 'man'." "Whatever." ------- Mr. Rayner had busied himself with a bottle of champagne and poured six glasses. Standing with his wife, he picked up two for them and spoke to us. "Well, now that we are all together, I would like to propose a toast. This is a very special day. It is Peter's thirteenth birthday. Our son is now a teenager," he said, looking at him. "He's already learning about life and love, and we're happy with who he is learning that with," he nodded to me. "Again, Happy Birthday, son! A toast to you!" We all picked up a glass and took a sip. Peter looked a little bashfully at his parents and said simply, "Thanks, Mom and Dad." "Today is also a special day for another reason. We welcome you, Melissa, now that you and Peter are officially a couple, into our family. We hope that you will feel free to visit us often, and we hope that you will share in many of our family's activities. A warm welcome to you, Melissa." I had an inkling what he had in mind and gave him a devilish grin. He caught my drift and grinned back at me. "We do a lot more than just that, Melissa!" I blushed. I had gotten busted again trying to be smart. Peter stood next to me with an arm wrapped around my shoulder as Mr. Rayner lifted his glass again and we took another sip of champagne. Peter kissed me. It felt peculiar to kiss here in front of everybody with a glass in one hand, the bubbles of the champagne tickling on my tongue. "Way to go, little brother, and Melissa!" Penny shouted. Mr. and Mrs. Rayner smiled proudly at us. Peter whispered in my ear, "Say something, please." I blushed and felt very much on the spot. "Thank you, Mr. Rayner, Mrs. Rayner for inviting me, I feel very special that Peter is my boyfriend." Penny started chanting 'birthday kiss' with Pam and Mrs. Rayner quickly joining in. He gave me a quick kiss, which immediately caused everyone else to groan. I wasn't about to get a bad reputation as a kisser. So I took matters into hand and kissed him passionately. Mr. Rayner said with a big grin, "Now there's a good lesson for your thirteenth birthday, son. When it comes to your girl, don't do anything half-assed that embarrasses her, or she'll quickly straighten you out." Peter looked at me, blushing. I just raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, agreeing with his father. He then took me in his arms and outdid my own kiss, embracing and molding his body to mine, his hand holding my head as our mouths twisted together in an erotic dance, leaving me rather breathless when he pulled away. How we didn't spill champagne all over ourselves was a miracle. "That's my boy," his father stated, smiling at both of us. I was certainly impressed. "Not bad, little bro," Penny told him, causing both of us to feel embarrassed. Walking over closer to us with his wife, Mr. Rayner said, "We're very happy to have you with us tonight, Melissa." "Thank you both for inviting me. There's no other place I'd rather be than right here with my boyfriend," I said, wrapping an arm around him. "And that means you shouldn't be so formal with us any longer when we're together like this, Melissa." He stepped closer to me and we clinked glasses. "Please call me Kent." We took another sip. Mrs. Rayner moved next to her husband. "And please call me Maggie." Again we sipped. I was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol on an almost empty stomach. They really didn't need to get me drunk if they wanted to have sex with me. Next Penny and Pam came up and clinked glasses with me and Peter. Penny smiled at me as she gave me a quick kiss on my lips. "I like having you as another sister, Mel." She then wrapped her arms around Peter, kissing him. "Happy Birthday, Peter." Pam kissed me, too, and said, "My feelings exactly." Then she whispered in my ear, "And I'm glad we're still friends." She also hugged and kissed her brother. "Happy Birthday, brat." We finished off the champagne. "Well, let's sit down and start eating," Maggie called out. "Penny, Pam, will you please start serving." Penny leaned in close to me. "My parents talked me and Pam into being your servers during dinner. You'll owe us," she deviously said. Owing Penny and Pam something could get very interesting. I wasn't too worried what Pam might come up with for me to do for her, but Penny was a different thing. ------- We went into the dining room and sat down, Kent at the head of the table, Maggie on his one side and I on his other side. Peter sat next to me. The table had been beautifully set with a white linen table cloth and napkins, real china and silverware, and crystal glasses. A vase in the middle of the table held some fresh flowers which were framed on either side by silver candle sticks. The candles had already been lit. I thought it was a bit much, but they obviously loved their son and wanted to make it an extra special time for him, as well as for me in some ways. As wild as they could be when it came to sex, they were just like any other family when it came to their kids. They definitely loved their son a lot to go all out like they were for him. And based on what Peter told me earlier, I knew they wanted to impress that on me tonight. Penny carried a tray with six glass dishes on them and announced, "For a starter today we serve a fresh shrimp cocktail." Pam sat down, too, next to Maggie. Penny went around with a pitcher of ice water and then served each of us some white wine. At this pace I was gonna be drunk before the main course was served. Peter passed me the toast to go with the shrimps. They were delicious. I went easy on the wine. It was time I slowed down with something. I glanced around from time to time. There was some easy chatting going on between everyone. I was beginning to feel like I totally belonged here. Penny and Pam were occasionally swapping a video camera between them. It felt a little unnerving to be filmed while I put some food in my mouth. Maggie noticed and said to me, "We're making a birthday video for Peter. After all, with you here, it is a special birthday for him. Right, Peter?" When it came to recording videos, every day was a special day at the Rayners. I didn't say anything though, and just went with it. Peter looked at me and smiled. "I'm so glad you're here." he leaned over and kissed me. He was so sweet. I felt totally relaxed. Suddenly I was thinking about the wild nudist weekend and some other crazy times I had spent in this house I grinned a little and Kent picked it up. "Everything okay, Melissa?" Was it the alcohol that made me feel bold or the easy atmosphere? I wasn't sure. I said, "I was just thinking about the wild things I have had happen to me in your home recently." "You've seen the wild side of our family recently," Maggie said. "But we are really also a very loving family ... and I mean loving in the conventional way." She smiled, and took a sip of wine. I knew they were a close family even before all the shenanigans I had witnessed or participated in with them. However, the past month just seemed to push aside the way I had always thought of them. "Penny, Pam, would you serve the soup, please?" Maggie asked her daughters. They cleared the dishes that had held the shrimps and returned with small cups. "Clear tomato soup for our second course," Penny announced. She served the soup in cups to drink rather than to eat with a spoon. I had never seen a clear tomato soup, it was so good. "Let me tell you a little about our family," Maggie continued. "You see, when Kent and I had been married for a couple of years, we decided to have children. I was so proud when I became pregnant rather quickly. And let me tell you, Melissa, there is nothing like holding your first baby in your arms that you just gave birth to. You will know what I mean, when you have children of your own." She took her husband's hand and smiled lovingly at him. "I felt so proud being a father," Kent said. "I looked at little Penny and just thought, 'We did that, there's a new human being. And Maggie and I made her. And we thought she was the cutest baby girl ever. And she's still a cutie, isn't she?" Kent laughed. Penny blushed just a little and then rather demurely said, "Thanks, Dad!" She got up and took the cups away and returned shortly with the salad. "A fresh garden salad with a home-made light honey-mustard vinaigrette," she announced. "And then," Maggie took over again while we ate our salads, "we tried to have another one, and I had almost given up on getting pregnant again. And suddenly there was a beautiful little Pam. And she's so special to us because we were afraid we would wind up being a single child family." "And it sure was nice to hold two pretty little girls on my arms cuddling in to me, right girls?" Kent looked proudly at his daughters, with Pam joining Penny this time in being a little embarrassed. "So I thought it would again take a while before I would possibly get pregnant again." Maggie looked at Peter. "About four months after Pam was born I went to my doctor complaining that I was gaining weight rather than losing it. After he checked me over, he told me that I probably would gain some more. I was upset until he told me that I was pregnant again." "First shot a bull's eye." Kent laughed. I mentally groaned at his stupid remark. Maggie slapped his hand. "Kent, don't talk such horrible language tonight. Behave!" "Sorry, dear wife of mine." He couldn't help grinning at his pun though. "We ended up with Irish twins!" Kent chuckled. "Huh?" I uttered, puzzled by what he meant. They weren't twins. "Irish twins are siblings born within a twelve month time period," he explained. "Cool." Maggie added, "It really was like having twins with two in diapers at the same time! As much work as it was, I wouldn't trade that time for anything." Only a mother could appreciate that, I supposed. I was just glad I didn't have to babysit them, I thought as I listened to her. "Not even a year after Pam was born I held a little baby boy in my arms. And little Peter, not so little any more now," Maggie smiled at her son, "made our family complete. We were so proud of our son! So you see, Melissa, every single one of our children is very special to us, each one for his or her very own reason." Kent raised his wine glass. "Here's to my wonderful children!" We all drank from our wine. I smiled sweetly at Peter. Even with all the wild sex and weird stuff going on, they were really tight as a family. It was kind of quiet for a moment before Maggie said, "Let's hold off on the main course for a few minutes. Peter, you haven't opened Melissa's gift yet." "Oops! Sorry, Mel," he said, getting up to get the wrapped gift box I had handed him earlier. "When Mel is around, his brains wander down..." "Penny..." Kent interrupted his daughter, sternly drawing out her name, which made Penny shut up before she could finish ragging her brother. "Sorry, Dad," a contrite Penny replied, looking down afterward. I suppressed a smile. While her intent was to playfully slam Peter, she had complimented me at the same time. He had already shown me how much he cared about me. So I didn't mind him thinking about me with his dick some of the time. "Well, open it up, Peter. I'm curious what it is." Maggie anxiously said, craning her neck trying to catch a glimpse of what was in the box. Had Mom or Pam really not let on to Maggie what my gift would be? I started to pinch myself to see if I was awake. Peter had opened the lid and looked at the picture frame holding my photo. He looked at me, then again at the picture. Suddenly he handed the entire box to his Dad, and turned to wrap his arms around me, eagerly kissing me. "Thanks, Mel. You're just as pretty in a photo as you are right in front of me." He kissed me again. "It'll be on my nightstand so I can see you when you are not with me. I love it, and I love you!" "You're welcome, sweetie, and I love you, too." Kent passed the photo to his wife. "Great shot, Melissa. You look very beautiful in that picture," Maggie said appreciatively. "And so sexy." Everybody agreed with her as she passed it on to each of them. ------- Kent got up and left the room. He returned with two wrapped packages and handed one to Peter and one to me. "What's this? It's not my birthday," I reminded them. "True," Maggie chuckled. "But Kent and I thought you might like this anyway. Open it up." Peter and I each held a photo album in our hands. I opened mine and blushed. There I was with Peter's cock in my mouth, sucking him off in the Rayners' backyard the day I discovered Maggie and Mrs. Clark spying on us kids. I looked incredulously between Maggie and Kent. I couldn't believe she and her husband would give me something like that! Especially in the middle of a formal dinner for her son's birthday! They both just grinned at me. I should be used to their quirky ways by now. But this had to be the craziest thing to ever give someone! I loved the idea that they felt comfortable enough to give me something like that, but I never would have expected them to do it the way they just did. I flipped through the pages and there were more shots of me with some of the adults, as well as some of the other kids. It even had some nude pictures of Peter alone with his cock soft and hard. In some he was playing with his dick. "Peter can be a bit of a showoff at times," Maggie softly said. "I was glad I had my camera handy that day." I was amazed that he would pose for pictures like that for his mom! Then I looked at pictures of Peter engaged in sex with his sisters or his mom. I couldn't take my eyes away from them. The ones with his mom were incredibly hot. Whoever took the pictures caught them in so many different poses. I began to wish I had been there for each one of them. The ones with his sisters were just as hot, but I had been present a few times when he had played around with them. It was clear no one was being forced to do anything, at least you couldn't tell different from the looks on their faces. It was a normal family gathering for them. Sibling incest wasn't a problem for me. I just couldn't understand how Peter and his sisters could be so comfortable having sex like that with their parents. I still wasn't completely comfortable with the limited things I had done so far with mine. Flipping the pages, I came across a few with Peter and Mom together. One of them caught the image of Mom sliding her tongue along the underside of his cock as she held it by the tip against his stomach. She was looking up at Peter while doing it. It was so totally erotic. Mom knew exactly how to light a guy's fire. Another image had Mom flicking out her tongue at Peter's butthole. And yet another picture was taken with Peter on top of Mom. Whoever was using the camera held it between their legs getting a close-up of his balls almost against her pussy, revealing just a little of his cock with Mom's pussy clasping to his hard shaft. The last page held a DVD, which had my name written on it, along with the date of this summer. Kent reached for my hand, holding it. "Melissa, we're trusting you with some very sensitive stuff here. This is just for you and Peter, but absolutely nobody else. Take very good care of it, please." Maggie looked at me intently, and added, "We got the okay from everybody in these pictures to let you have them, and also for the clips on the DVD. They all trust you with their secrets, including us. You won't betray their and our trust, will you?" "I promise, Maggie. I will hide it well." "You can show it to your parents, to us and to Peter, but nobody else." "I can't look at it either?" Pam pouted. "No, Pam. And I mean it. No sneaking in Peter's room and snooping for it. You should know how important secrets are. Promise?" Pam couldn't even look at the album? Holy fuck! I stared at it wondering if I should even take it, but at that point, no one could have pried it away from me. "Okay," she answered, but it was obvious that she was none too happy about it, especially after her confessions to me earlier. "And the same goes for you, Penny." Kent looked at her, and she nodded. "And please, only watch the videos on the DVD when you are alone. We don't want Sarah or Jamie to watch what's on it either." Maggie smiled. "Or Jennifer for that matter." I blushed. I wondered who had told Maggie about me and Jennifer? Was it mine or Jennifer's mom? "I understand, but what about my parents?" I asked them. "Your parents are fine, sweetie," Kent stated. "That's true with anything. Maggie and I are very happy with the changes we've seen with you and your mother." I could hardly wait to see what was on the DVD. Along with Mom's diary, I had a lot to catch up on. A timer rang in the kitchen. Maggie jumped up. "The meat is ready. Penny and Pam, please help." Kent opened a bottle of red wine. "I've probably had enough," I half-laughed. "It's a light California Zinfandel that shouldn't knock you out," he replied with a smile. Pam started to carry the plates in. "Thick slices of roast beef in a burgundy-sauce with asparagus tips and potato slivers." We ate in silence, enjoying the main course with its tender meat. I managed to eat without dripping sauce on the table cloth or on me. I was proud of myself. I had successfully handled a great dinner without making a mess. And that included three glasses of champagne and wine. I was especially glad I hadn't made an ass out of myself. Kent and Maggie's report card back to my parents should be acceptable. For dessert, Penny served strawberries in a yoghurt crème. I felt deliciously full but not stuffed. I wanted to thank them for the dinner. "Maggie, Penny, and Pam, thank you for a delicious dinner, I really enjoyed it." I looked at Peter. "And I think I'm also speaking for my doofus 'husband' who can't seem to talk tonight." I poked him and he poked me back. Maggie and Kent just laughed while Peter blushed. Penny chimed in as well. "Way to go, Mel. Show him who's boss!" Kent put his napkin down. "I absolutely agree with Melissa. Thanks to Maggie and our girls for preparing and serving a great dinner." He leaned over and kissed his wife. "Let's go in the family room. Maggie, could I have some coffee, please?" he asked his wife. "Sure, I'll have a cup, too. Anybody else want something to drink?" Maggie found no takers, as Peter and I followed his father to the family room. Penny and Pam helped to clear the table. Peter and I looked at the albums after he had placed my photo on an end table. We compared and found that there were few differences. His had more pictures of him with my mom and some of just me, and mine had more of me with his dad during the blindfold game at his house the other week. Pam came in a short time later. "Dad, can I go over to Mike's?" "Are you going to spend the night?" "Mom said it would be fine with her if you agreed also." "Then have a good time, sweetie, and give the Walcotts my regards." "Okay, see you tomorrow." Pam took off. Peter grinned. "What's so funny?" I quietly asked him. "Just a show for you. Mom asked her to spend the night with Mike." "Is Penny going off for the night, too?" I suspected I knew why Pam had been asked to spend the night with Mike. "She's not going anywhere. She's got a special job assignment." "Huh?" "You'll see." Peter grinned. "Spill it!" I softly demanded. "Nope, my lips are sealed." Maggie came in with two cups of coffee. "Here you are, dear. Sure I can't get you anything else, Melissa? Peter?" "I'm sure, Maggie. Thanks." I then looked back at the disc. I was likely going to have to wait until tomorrow to view it. I would go nuts wondering about it by then. "You look a bit flustered, Melissa. Surprised by our gift?" I nodded. "Yeah, sure, I didn't expect anything like this album. What all is on the DVD?" I asked. "Your first two times with Bob, your first blindfold game, the time when you were in our backyard with our kids, especially with Peter. There are parts of the video from our nudist camp-out a few weeks ago which includes your blindfold game, and your wedding video from this past weekend." Interestingly, she didn't mention the video with Daddy rubbing off on me. Why didn't they want me to see that one? I figured Mom and Daddy had some input on what to include, but why keep that video from me since I already knew about it? I flipped through the pages of the album, discovering there were no pictures of that blindfold game either. Maggie noticed that I was searching for things. "Melissa, if you think there are pictures missing, there are two reasons for it. One is, from some photo sequences I selected the most important ones, otherwise there would have been too many. Also I didn't get the okay for some things to be included, and I respected that." As I looked at some more pictures of Peter with his sisters and his mom, I asked, "Aren't you taking a big risk having sex with your kids?" Maggie and Kent looked at each other carefully, and I noticed that I had Peter's full attention as well. Maggie finally answered. "Yes, because it is something a lot of people severely frown upon. Incest is illegal as well, especially between a parent and child. But, it's also just as illegal for me and Kent to have sex with underage kids like you, Melissa. If we were discovered, our family would be torn apart." She had a point. Incest or not, they would lose their kids as 'unfit' parents even if they didn't go to jail. "But Kent and I never forced our kids to do anything they didn't want to do with us. We've always been a very close family, and I mean close in the conventional way. We've always been very affectionate with our kids. There's always been a lot of hugging, cuddling, snuggling, and other physical contact." Kent continued. "And we have been nudists for a long time. So our kids realized early on that boys and girls were different. They asked us questions and we answered very truthfully. And apparently they had seen Maggie and I make love a few times." Peter grinned. He apparently remembered seeing his parents doing that. I sat quietly, thinking about how they were defining 'normal'. Mom was so right about the things she told Jennifer. Who was I or anyone else to judge my boyfriend's family? Peter certainly didn't seem traumatized by any of it. When he was alone with me, or any other time for that matter, Peter acted just like any other guy his age. He just got laid a lot more than most. "Do you have a problem with that, sweetie?" she asked. "No, ma'am. Nobody is getting hurt. So I don't see any problem." "But we do have to be extra careful about others finding out, especially those who would see it as a huge problem. That's why we ask that you take good care of our gift." I was really flattered that they were trusting me with so much. "I will. I've got as much to lose as Peter if the wrong people found out about what my parents do." "I knew you would understand," she replied with a smile. "It's sorta hard for me to see how you got from not having sex with your kids, to actually doing it. Did you just take them to your bed one night and say it was time to learn about sex?" I asked. "It didn't happen overnight," Maggie chuckled. "It's something that evolved over time. Actually, we had never planned to have sex with our kids. In fact, it was Kari's fault. No let me rephrase that, Kari was the one who got us started." Penny had joined us after cleaning up. She was carrying the camera with her. Kent got up. "Let me have the camera, please. I don't want this recorded." Whatever they were going to tell me must be really juicy if the kinky Rayners didn't want any record of what they were about to tell me. Maggie sipped some of her coffee and looked at me. "I was taking care of Kari after school because Brent and Terri normally had to stay several hours after school ended for the day. You probably remember that," she said to me. "I do remember. Sarah and I alternated going to each other's house after school a lot back then, and we'd come over to play with Pam a lot when we were at Sarah's house. I remember you were really strict about getting homework out of the way as soon as they got home. You would even ask me and Sarah if we'd done ours." "You remember it very well then," she smiled. "Usually Pam and Peter would play outside, especially when you and Sarah came over. Penny and Kari preferred to stay in Penny's room during the afternoon." I glanced over at Penny. She looked a little uncomfortable listening to her mom. I suspected this was about to get really good. "Why didn't Julie and Mike stay with you after school, too?" "Julie had become very interested in singing back then," Maggie told me. "She had always been enthralled with Doris' solos and duets at church. When Doris discovered Julie's interest, she volunteered to work with her in the afternoons." Doris did have a great voice. I never knew she had been teaching Julie though. No wonder Julie was so at ease blowing Pastor Thomas' cock on the deck that afternoon. She had gotten a lot of training using her mouth and throat! I then wondered just how long Julie had been doing things with the Thomases. She would have been about eight when she likely started spending time with Doris. I couldn't imagine either she or Pastor Thomas would do stuff with Julie when she was that young though. Maggie continued, "Mike was interested in playing the guitar. So Doris arranged for him to spend time with Tom Thornton's wife, Rachel, in the music room at church. She was already working with her daughter, Belle, teaching her how to play. When he wasn't at the church, he went with Julie as well. I bet Mike liked hanging out with Belle at the church, even though her mom was right there with them. I didn't know Belle that well. She was cute, but she didn't ever hang out with me and my friends. Mrs. Thornton was very pretty. Her husband, the music minister, was certainly a sexy looking man, very handsome and striking. I had seen Mr. Thornton having sex with the youth minister's wife at church a week ago. I wondered if Mrs. Thornton had given Mike more than guitar lessons. And what of Belle? Had Mike learned how to play with her from Belle's mom? "A friend of Penny and Kari's from school, Mandy Shaw, began coming over some afternoons to hang out. I rarely looked in on them figuring they couldn't get into too much trouble. Well, one afternoon I walked in on them when they obviously thought I wouldn't." Looking at his daughter, Kent added, "It was an afternoon that changed all of our lives." He then glanced at me, and said, "Including yours, Melissa." Whoa. Now he definitely had my attention! I glanced again at Penny, she was on the verge of blushing, but she wasn't acting embarrassed, just a little uncomfortable. "What was going on?" I asked Maggie. "When I opened the door, I saw three twelve year old girls without their clothes on. Kari was lying between Penny's legs, licking her. Mandy was sitting on Penny's face while reaching down playing with Penny's nipples." I looked directly at Penny, curious how she was reacting to her parents saying stuff about her to me. She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders at me. She obviously wasn't bothered by any of it. I glanced at Peter, he looked uncomfortable. I wondered if he already knew about what his mom was telling me, and had kept it from me. "Melissa, sweetie," Kent said. "Peter's never been told everything about this. He's about to learn most of this right now along with you." I looked back at him and smiled. He didn't look so uncomfortable anymore. I was glad he was worried about what I was thinking. "And Peter, I expect you to be nice to Penny about what you are going to hear now. Agreed, son?" "Okay, Dad. I promise I won't rag her about whatever you're going to tell us." "What did they do when they saw you?" I asked. "At first they didn't realize I'd opened the door. I think the moaning Penny and Mandy were doing drowned out any noise I made. Amazingly, when they did notice me, they didn't start grabbing their clothes. First, Mandy slid off of Penny's face. Penny then turned her head and quickly sat up after seeing me. That, of course, got Kari's attention. All three of them just ended up sitting on the bed staring back at me, apparently in shock. So after a few moments, I told them they needed to put their clothes back on, and then I turned to go back downstairs." "You didn't go nuts on them?" I asked in amazement. She chuckled, and then said, "No, I didn't go nuts. But, I had a lot to think about. I think my walking away without saying anything scared them worse than if I'd started yelling at them or something." Penny interrupted, "That's what terrified all three of us. We didn't know if she was about to go bonkers on us or not. Or perhaps would call Mandy's and Kari's mothers to come over quickly so all three could come down on us hard." Maggie said, "Actually, I thought it was very erotic seeing my daughter in an all-girl threesome. I felt like as the responsible adult in charge of them, I needed to reprimand them somehow. But the more I thought about what I'd seen, the hornier I was getting. "It was the last thing I had expected to see, but once I did I couldn't get the image out of my mind," Maggie explained. "Mandy quickly left after telling me she was sorry. A little later, Kari came up to me and asked if she was in trouble, and if I was going to tell her parents about it. However, Terri and Brent were just arriving to pick her up. They had Julie and Mike in the car with them. So, I told Kari that she wasn't in trouble and not to worry about it, that the two of us would talk more about it the next afternoon." "I wish you'd told me then that I wasn't in trouble," Penny responded. "I had to wait until later that night to find out you weren't going to kill or at least ground me for life." "Honey, I wanted to talk to you sooner, but I needed to talk with your father and Kari's parents first." Maggie continued, "A little later, I called Terri and told her about what I had walked in on. I asked her not to punish Kari. Knowing her as I do, I didn't think she would. We then talked about the situation. Obviously our two girls had grown up more than we had realized and become curious about sex. It was silly of us not to expect it. So I suggested that we and our husbands get together that night and think about how we should handle the situation." "Did you grow up together with Mrs. Walcott?" I looked at Maggie who blushed a little. "Well, let's just say, we were pretty close as teenagers. And let's leave it at that." She obviously didn't want to talk about that time. "Well, I ambushed Kent with my discovery when he came home. We did talk about it for a while and I explained to him what I had come up with." She took another sip of her coffee. "I'd already had time to think about how I thought we should handle the situation. But I needed to talk it over with Kent and of course with Terri and Brent. So that night we visited the Walcotts and I offered to let Kari know that she could talk about sex with me anytime she wanted, especially sex with other girls. "I thought it was a great idea for not only Kari, but Penny as well. Both girls were obviously experimenting with sex." "You offered to be Kari's mentor?" I asked. "You could call it that - a mentor. That's how I wanted to approach it. Terri indicated that she liked the idea, but needed to think it over with Brent. I agreed that the two of them needed some time to consider my suggestion. I still needed Kent to think about it some more, too." Kent then said, "When we got home from the Walcotts that night, Maggie was all over me. We were having sex as she told me every little detail about what she had seen." I couldn't help but quietly snicker at the two of them. I looked at Peter. He had a big grin on his face, too. "You mean fuck him silly," Penny said while snorting. "Penny..." her father once again said in his own special way of telling her to cut it out. "The next day, Terri called me back and said she and Brent were all for it. The first thing I did after that was to go and talk with Penny after she got home from school." "I thought Mom was nuts at first. Not only was she not grounding me, she was offering to tell me anything I wanted to know about sex. She told me she was going to tell Kari the same thing a little later." "Which I did. Kari was just as surprised at my reaction to the shenanigans I'd discovered the previous day as you were," Maggie replied. "One of the first things I did as both girls' mentor was to find out how long things had been going with Mandy. Penny had told me her side of it, and when I talked to Kari, her story was basically the same." "So tell us how they got started," Peter asked, finally finding his voice. I'm glad he asked, because I wasn't about to! I looked at his mom expectantly. She half-laughed at both of us. "Penny? Do you have any objections?" she asked. "You might as well. They'll hear the story eventually," she said a little disgustedly. But then she gave me a wry smile. I think she wanted me to hear it. "How about you telling them yourself, Penny?" Maggie asked her daughter. Penny shrugged and started. "Kari and I had become friends with Mandy Shaw. She swore us to secrecy when she told us about a single woman who had lived next door to Mandy's parents for a while. Mandy liked to hang out with her. During the summers, the woman went naked around her house and she got Mandy used to being naked with her too. They started hugging and a little later they were kissing. After doing that a few times, she touched Mandy's breasts and felt her up between her legs. She told Mandy how good her young body felt, and Mandy told her it felt so good to be touched by her. After a while, the two of them eventually were going down on each other. They only did it like three times, though, before the woman moved away, but Mandy had discovered she liked fooling around with a girl." Penny paused a moment before she continued. "Not long after school started back, I told her about Kari being at our house in the afternoons and asked her if she would like to come over to hang out with us." I knew Mandy. She was one of the varsity cheerleaders, and one of the most popular girls in high school. There was always a bunch of guys drooling all over her. I hadn't figured her to be bisexual like us though. "About a month before Mom caught us," Penny said, "the three of us were playing truth or dare. One time when it was my turn, I chose truth and Mandy asked if I'd ever kissed a girl. I told her I hadn't. On my next turn, I chose dare. Mandy dared me to kiss her. Before long we stopped playing, and we all were kissing each other. About a week after that, we got naked together for the first time. We looked at our bodies, comparing ourselves to each other. There wasn't much of a difference between us at the time. We'd stand in front of the mirror looking at ourselves together. Mandy was the first to start posing with each of us, pressing our bodies together like it was a photo shoot." If they had posed together like Mom and I had at the campground shower for Mr. Pervitt, I'm surprised it hadn't quickly turned into an orgy right then. "The second day we did that, we ended up sucking each other's tits in front of the mirror. Over the next week, Mandy got us to finger each other on the bed, and finally to lick each other's pussy. We had just gotten around to trying different threesome positions when Mom caught us." I sat there thinking about what I had been told. I was glad she told us the story, but something was missing. "Soooo ... how did Kari cause you guys to..." "Patience, sweetie," Maggie said, interrupting me. Yeah, right. Tell me to be patient. Too funny. Maggie then said, "So, after Kari told me how things had occurred, I talked with her about experimenting with others. I told her the same thing I had told Penny - that experimenting was part of growing up, but that she needed to be very careful, especially around boys who might decide it's fun to brag about things. Kari seemed to understand right away that I was correct. She'd already heard rumors started by guys about other girls, some of them she knew were just made up, but a lot of people believed what they were told. "I then told Kari that if they were really interested in doing things together, that they should be a little more careful. It could've been any of the younger kids walking in on them. Kari was surprised that I said it was okay for her and Penny to have sex. She even specifically asked why I didn't have a problem with it. Before answering, I asked her if she could keep a secret. Kari said she could. That was when I told her I liked having sex with women sometimes as well, and completely understood her urges. I told her we could talk about some of my experiences anytime she wanted." "You told Penny that, too?" "Not quite the same way, but I did also tell her I was bisexual, and that we could talk about it as well." I glanced at Penny and she nodded at what her mom said. "A few days later, Kari came to me and asked if I was for real about the offer. I told her I was. I still think she thought I wasn't serious, but we did talk about my experience with a girl. Of course I didn't tell her who the first girl was that I'd had sex with." Peter shook his head. All of us knew of course who the first girl was that his mother had had sex with. Kent had a sly grin on his face as Maggie continued. "We talked about what it was like the first time for both of us, the things we did, how we felt about it afterwards, among other things. After that first time, she became more confident about approaching me. In fact, she wanted to talk about it every single day. Mostly it was just her asking me about my past. "Eventually though, she began talking about wanting to do more with Penny. The two of them still spent time in Penny's room every afternoon. Kari admitted they were having sex during the times the other kids and I were outside, but now I was able to make sure the younger kids didn't walk in on them. A few times, I asked Kari to leave the door open under the guise that I could check on them without actually disturbing them." "You spied on them, didn't you?" I asked. She slightly blushed as she nodded. "I also took some pictures for Kent to see later on," she admitted. "Can I see them sometime?" I cautiously asked, glancing between Maggie and Penny. Penny was shaking her head incredulously with a closed mouth grin. "I don't see why not," she replied. "Penny?" "Sure! Why not? Penny sarcastically replied. "I'll go get them." As she left the room, Maggie continued, "After several weeks, Kari asked me about using toys with Penny. Up until then, Penny hadn't approached me with any questions or wanting to talk. However, I got the impression Penny was letting Kari do all the talking and asking for the both of them." Penny wasn't gone very long. As she walked back into the family room, she said to her mom, "It was easier to let Kari ask you about stuff back then. You were so smitten with her." "Penny..." Kent once again said, letting her know she was being disrespectful to her mother. Penny shut up and opened the album she had brought back and handed it to me. I was surprised that Maggie and Kent didn't object to me seeing Penny's album. They had told me I couldn't show her mine. I also wondered who else Maggie had made albums for with all the pictures she and the other adults had taken of people having sex. Were there more of these albums other than the ones for Penny, Peter and me? She seemed to like making them. I guessed that she had at least made one for Pam. I would ask her, even if I couldn't see hers. Did Maggie make a copy of the albums for herself and Kent to keep and look at? Mrs. Clark hadn't shown me an album, but always pulled pictures out of a box. But then I couldn't be sure what all the adults had collected. Peter and I stared at the images of Penny and Kari when they were twelve, in various poses as one or both were licking or sucking some body part of the other. The hottest one had Kari's legs folded up and spread wide as Penny's cute tongue was extending out to just touch Kari's sexy little pussy. I wished I had been either girl at that moment. Penny sat back down, acting a little perturbed. Her mom told her, "Lighten up, sweetie." That only caused Penny to scrunch her lips. "Penny, you look so hot with Kari," I told her. "Both of you look so good together." Her expression softened as she slightly smiled. I glanced at Peter. He was staring intently at his naked sister when she was twelve having sex with her best friend. I started to rag him about it, but I couldn't blame him. I was having a hard time not staring at them as well. Peter smiled at Penny. "I agree, sister, dear. You are very beautiful together with Kari." "Well, thank you, bro." "I wish I'd been there with you guys," I told Penny. She winked at me conspiratorially. "Eh hem," Maggie said, getting our attention again. "So when Kari began talking about sex toys with me, I knew Penny must've seen a few of my vibrators before and had told Kari about them." I glanced at Penny again. She just shrugged and smiled. "Two days later, she was hinting at wanting to know how to use a vibrator. Kari wouldn't come right out and say it though. I finally just asked her if she wanted to use a vibrator together with me. She blushed while admitting she did. I asked her if she was horny talking about it with me. She nodded, and I admitted the same to her. She seemed to relax after that, knowing I was turned on talking about it like she was. So, after a short discussion about keeping anything we might ever do together a secret, I told Kari I'd think about it and let her know the next day. "I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening thinking about nothing else. Kent and I had been involved with some teens in the past. Those times always happened at orgies like the ones the Meyers put on. The parents were always there with their kids though. And usually the kids were a little older. What Kari seemed to obviously want wasn't the same thing. The idea of being alone with Kari and having sex with her had me masturbating before Kent even got home. "That evening, Kent and I talked with Terri and Brent about the new development. I told them I wouldn't allow anything to occur until after she and Brent had talked about it and let me know their feelings about the idea. Terri called me early the next morning before she left for school and said they had talked about it for hours. Finally, they had decided to sleep on it and felt they needed more time. "I told Kari the next day that I needed to think about it a little longer, and to please be patient. She agreed but was obviously not too happy. "We met with Terri and Brent again during the weekend and talked about it some more. And finally we all decided that Kari might as well learn from me what it was like to be with a woman, if it went that far. "So, the next week, I spent time in my bedroom with Kari showing her not only how to use a vibrator, but other toys as well. We also began touching and kissing some. Then a few days later, we were making out as soon as she was in my bedroom. That afternoon was the first time we had oral sex together. Her practice with Penny certainly paid off for me," Maggie smirked. Penny smirked right back at her. "I kept Terri and Brent up to date about everything. Terri later admitted the whole idea of me having sex with Kari had really turned her and Brent on. That weekend when we all had discussed the whole idea, they ended up fucking for hours while imagining me having sex with their daughter. By the time they fell asleep, they knew their answer. Beginning with that first day, I made sure to tell Terri about anything Kari and I did together." I said, "That all sounds a little familiar." "It should, sweetie," she replied, winking at me. I then figured Maggie was the first adult to seduce one of us kids, although it seemed more like Kari doing the seducing. Maggie continued, "After a few weeks, Penny became jealous of the time I was spending 'teaching' Kari about things, even though Penny benefited from it with Kari afterwards. I could clearly see it in the way she began acting around me." "Oh, I remember that time," Penny said frowning. "I was so fucking jealous of my mom spending time with my best friend behind a closed door. And I heard them laughing or saying things like 'That feels great'. I would've liked to have ripped both their heads off. I started spying on them whenever I could, Mel. A couple of times they were so hot for each other that they forgot to make sure the door was closed completely, and I could see what they were doing." "You certainly weren't very happy..." her mom started to say. Penny interrupted, and bluntly said, "Actually, I was pissed off that I had to watch the rest of the kids while Mom and Kari played doctor in her bedroom." Maggie said, "Yeah, you were terrible then, girl, brooding and moping and snapping at me. And dumb me, I couldn't figure out what was upsetting you at first." "I was even mad at Kari for what she was doing with my mom, Mel," Penny added. "But I hated the idea of possibly losing my best friend, too." "I can sympathize with you, Penny," I said. "That's the way I felt about my parents doing things with my best friend, Sarah." I looked at her understandingly. Maggie scooted over a little on the couch to make room between Kent and her. Maggie looked at Penny. "Come over here, girl." She patted the seat cushion next to her. Penny sat between her parents and Maggie put an arm around her daughter's shoulder. "You wouldn't tell me until your Dad finally put his foot down." "What did you do, Dad?" Peter asked. "I put them both in Penny's bedroom and told them I would stand guard at the door. They would not be able to leave until they had cleared the air between them. If necessary they would stay in there until forever, and without anything to eat or drink." Kent smiled. "And then the biggest threat, no trips to the bathroom either." Peter and I cracked up. "Yeah, you were so mad, Dad," Penny remembered chuckling. "And you talked so mean, I was really scared. And I think you had Mom scared, too." Kent grinned. "It served its purpose, though." "Penny finally voiced her frustration to me that Saturday afternoon when we were alone together in her bedroom," Maggie continued. "You finally opened up that you had seen us licking each other's pussy, and one time you had even seen me licking Kari's pussy before fucking her with a dildo. And that you were so jealous of the way we had been holding and kissing each other. That your best friend in the world was getting more attention from your mother than you were." "That also sounds awfully familiar, Penny," I said, "I can sympathize with the way you felt. I've been there myself." "That's why a lot of people leaned on your mom to finally talk to you, Melissa," Kent looked thoughtfully at me. "Huh?" I glanced at Maggie, then at Kent. "What do you mean?" Kent got serious. "Based on her own experience with Penny, Maggie tried to get your mom to talk to you, especially after you discovered all of us naked. Doris wanted the same thing to happen. And Colleen had been telling your mom how frustrated you were becoming. Remember after Doris dropped you off at home on that Sunday?" "I think I was in my room resting. I hadn't gotten much sleep." I said. "Right," Kent said. "And your parents were here. Maggie and Doris talked to your mother and father, especially stressing that your mother needed to open up with you. We had seen the problem between Maggie and Penny, and we were all kinda sad that you and your mom were repeating that unhappy experience." "A lot of people care deeply about you, sweetie. Me included." Maggie spoke to me very softly. Peter had put an arm around me and kissed me on my cheek. "I do, too," he said. I turned my face to him and our lips met. We kissed tenderly. Kent then said, "Maggie and I talked about Penny's obvious jealousy ... and extra babysitting duties." Penny snorted, which caused her mom to chuckle. "It was easy to see how Penny could be envious of the time her best friend was spending with Maggie. That's when we began talking about the idea of Maggie and Penny having sex. Neither of us thought it would go that far though. We thought Penny would be happy just to be able to talk intimately with her mom, or possibly sometimes be in the same room with Maggie and Kari when they had sex, but we still discussed the implications of it. In the end, we agreed Maggie would just deal with the issue as it came up. I left it up to Maggie to make the decision about it, letting her know I would support whatever she decided was best." Penny added, "And it did turn you on, too, didn't it? Both of you, right?" She looked back and forth at them. Her parents looked at each other for a moment as well. Kent then replied, "It certainly did turn us on. Both of us. We almost fucked each other to death the night we discussed it." Penny got a smug satisfied look. I thought it was the weirdest thing. She was happy her parents got turned on talking about the possibility of having sex with her. I finally just gave up trying to deal with the concept of normal. And I noticed something else. I was certainly getting excited hearing about how the Rayners started to have sex with kids. I noticed also that Penny and Maggie were rubbing their thighs together. Apparently the story had the same effect on them. I glanced at Peter's crotch. He noticed my glance and smiled at me. He pushed his hips forward a little and I could tell that his cock was hard. Maggie then said, "When Penny and I talked the next day, instead of putting her off, I offered to spend time teaching her things the same way I did with Kari, if that was what she wanted. I didn't think it would actually lead to us having sex though. Penny later told me the same, but admitted to being open to anything that might happen. "That afternoon, we talked a short time about what she and Kari had been doing before I discovered them. I was amazed at how explicit Penny described how things had happened with Kari and Mandy. We both were squirming around from being horny. I finally just told Penny I was taking my clothes off. Without saying a word, she began to take hers off as well. Well, within minutes, Penny was sucking one of my nipples." "How did you get from being dressed to Penny sucking your boob in just a few minutes?" I asked. "Penny asked about how it felt when I breast fed her as a baby. I told her I'd tell her while she did it, if she wanted. She almost pushed me back on the bed moving into my lap. She took my left nipple in her mouth and started sucking, only pulling her mouth away long enough to ask if she was doing it like she had as a baby. I told her it was close enough. While she sucked and nibbled, I told her how great it felt. Her own nipples were hard little pebbles. I then asked her if she wanted me to breast feed from her boob so she could see how it felt. Of course, Kari and Mandy had already sucked her tits before, but it seemed like a great way to get me sucking her nipples. From there, we quickly moved on to going down on each other. Toys came into the mix soon after that. "So I had started something that both Kent and I had been very leery about at first. But the more we talked about it, the more we got turned on. We also began to see the potential to really teach our kids all about sex in a positive way." Kent added, "But we also knew we couldn't go about it straight on. We wanted to gently seduce our kids – and I stress the word 'gently' – and we needed our friends to help us." "Your friends?" I asked. "Your parents, the Walcotts, Clarks, and Thomases," he clarified. Peter asked, "Why the Thomases? They don't have any kids." "Bradley and Doris are dear friends of ours, and the others. They've been confidants to all of us for a long time, offering advice from their unique perspective. We weren't about to exclude them now just because they couldn't have children." I knew just how close they all were. I was glad they hadn't been excluded. For one thing, I wouldn't have Doris as a close friend. I doubted anything would have changed between me and Mom. "I'm glad, Doris has been included, Peter," I said. "She has been a very special friend to me lately. She got Mom and me talking." "So we met with our friends and talked about what was going on with Penny and Kari," Kent said. "We told everyone what we were considering doing with our own kids. Of course, everyone was surprised at our tentative plan, but no one told us we shouldn't. They were concerned how Pam and Peter would react, but they respected whatever our decision would be. That's also when we brought up the idea of letting their kids be introduced to sex by the other adults." Kent paused while Maggie refilled their coffee cups. I thought about all of our parents having a meeting to talk about having sex with each other's kids, and possibly their own. They obviously were all extremely close as a group. I guess that came from being swingers for quite some time. But discussing how to go about having sex with their kids was beyond bizarre! Yet I had benefitted from that discussion, I thought. I possibly wouldn't be here if the Rayners hadn't talked to their friends about their plans for their kids. "So what did each of the adults decide, especially my parents?" I asked, extremely curious. Maggie laughed. "Sorry, girl, no details from us on the others, but I think you have guessed most of it anyways by now. If you want to know about your parents then you should talk to them about it." Kent didn't give me a chance to ask more about the details of the arrangement. "We were tremendously turned on by the idea of having sex with our kids, but nervous as heck about what might happen if we went any further than we had with Penny. We talked a lot about it for several weeks and finally reached the conclusion to try it." "So it wasn't an easy decision, Dad?" Peter asked. He was just as amazed as I was at the revelations. "No, it wasn't, son. And we formulated some rules. Perhaps you have heard them?" "Like what?" Peter was getting into this conversation. I was glad I didn't have to ask all the questions. "Number One." Kent stated. "Never force a kid to do anything he or she is not comfortable with. Seduce them, yes. Look for opportunities and right timing, yes. But no force, physical or mental. Never, ever." Maggie took over, "Number Two - always get the permission of the parents first before you seduce their son or daughter." Kent added, "And what Maggie didn't mention on that one - provide honest feedback to the parents. How did it go? What happened? How did their kid react?" "After all," Maggie began, "all of us parents love our children very much. We all cared to know if anything bad happened or something that perhaps we needed to talk to our child about." Kent continued, "Number Three - first intercourse only with the kid's parents expressed permission." I looked at Peter. He was very interested now. "So you knew about my first time before it happened?" "Yes, son, we did," Kent stated, smiling. "You know, there was an advantage to having you kids introduced to intercourse by the adults. We didn't have to worry about birth control. All our friends are fixed. Makes life as a swinger a lot easier." I remembered being worried about getting pregnant during my first blindfold game. I wasn't on the pill yet then. And I didn't know who would be fucking me. "And finally Number Four," he continued. "Games with anyone's kid are allowed only with the parents expressed permission before the start of the game, especially ones using a blindfold or any kind of trickery or deception." I thought back to all the things that had happened to me this summer. My parents were obviously prepared to let me become involved in sex games. I wondered if that was a hard decision for them, especially since I was likely the last one among my closest friends to become involved. Was Mom really that tentative to let me join in? She said I was so much like her. Her friends were saying that too. Was she afraid she was letting the 'kitty' out of the bag, in more ways than one? "So anyways," Maggie said, "I continued to have sex with Kari and Penny. So when we decided to move ahead we timed it so that Kent could watch me with Kari or with Penny. And a couple of times I had both in bed with me." Maggie rubbed Penny's head and smiled at her. "When I felt you might be ready for the next step, then I arranged it with your dad so that he could walk in on us while in the middle of things." "Gawd, do I remember that! I was ready to jump out the window. I just knew Dad would first kill me, and then Mom." Penny shook her head. "I don't think I have ever been so freaked in my life! But you were so cool about everything, Dad. You just got undressed and lay down next to us. I remember you saying that everything was okay, that you weren't upset. You even caressed my head while I lay there naked with Mom. You said that we'd done nothing wrong, and that I should just enjoy it. That making love could not be wrong between consenting people. I was surprised though when you said you had watched us a couple of times already, and we looked beautiful together." Kent smiled at his daughter. "You two making love did look beautiful together." He leaned in to kiss Penny and then leaned further to kiss Maggie. They amazed me and made me a bit jealous, too. Peter just shook his head. Maggie seemed to read my thoughts. "Melissa, all of our adult friends are individuals with their own feelings, hang-ups, thoughts, and comfort zones. We share perhaps a common interest in sex, and we do love our kids very much. But that does not mean that all felt comfortable following the same path that we went when we introduced our kids to sex. So don't hold that against your parents." I sighed, I knew she was right. I knew I would have freaked out if the same thing had happened to me. But I still wished things between me and Mom had been more like the way the Rayners had done things. Peter looked at me with a sympathetic smile and squeezed my hand. He was a smart boyfriend, and I felt even closer to him because sometimes he could already sense how I felt. I leaned into him and he kissed the top of my head. He was also a sweet boyfriend. "I'll spare you all the details or otherwise we'll still be here in the morning," Kent said. "After a couple of weeks of just touching and being there, I took Penny's cherry and her virginity..." Penny interrupted him, "It was a very special night, Dad." She smiled at her dad big time. "You were so gentle and made me feel so good. And I was glad Mom and Kari were there, too." They kissed each other. "I'm glad you feel that way, sweetheart." "How many of my friends know about everything besides Kari?" "You're it, missy," Maggie replied. "Pam knows some of what happened here, but not what went on in the background. And Peter now knows about it, of course," she added. I smiled at him and squeezed his hand before asking, "What about the adults?" "All of them know and have witnessed it at some time," Maggie replied. Kent continued, "Anyways, after telling Terri and Brent how well things had gone, they asked us to introduce Kari the same way. And I got to take her virginity, too. It happened a couple of weeks after I had taken Penny's, and again Maggie and Penny were there with us. "We then taught both girls all about making love with a woman and a man. We encouraged them to experiment themselves with each other and with other friends, but to say absolutely nothing about what went on in our house. Then we introduced Penny first to the Walcotts. She and Brent hit it off right from the start. She spent a night with him and Terri several times before we decided to let her become involved with all our friends. So that's the way things got started." "So it really was Kari who got things going. I thought for sure it would have been Penny," I needled her. She stuck her tongue out at me. "I know where you live, Mel," she playfully threatened. "Bring it on, chica!" I encouraged her, smiling at her the whole time. I then asked, "I guess you introduced Pam the same way then, too?" I wondered if Pam had lied to us when she told us that she had busted her cherry with a hair brush handle. "Almost," Maggie chuckled. "Pam had apparently picked up on some things, and she had an older sister who filled her in on a few things as well, didn't she?" Penny blushed and shrugged. Kent laughed at his daughter's discomfort. "Actually, Penny told her everything, and Pam got quite horny. So Pam took things into her own hands and broke her cherry herself. She later told us she had been experimenting with a hair brush." "Yeah," Penny added, "she and I had made out some with each other. Pam even asked me about what I was doing with our parents when I was in their bedroom. So when she kept pestering me about it, I asked Mom if I could tell her about our secret." "Pam was already nicely developed when she was a little over twelve. So we felt we could seduce her and teach her about sex without hurting her," Kent stated. Penny grinned. "Mom told me to just bring her into their bedroom with me if I thought Pam was ready to learn. So one night I was so horny that I was dying to have sex with my parents. But Pam just wouldn't leave me alone so I could sneak into their bedroom. Finally I told her to get undressed and follow me. She knew right away what was about to happen. We were both pretty nervous when we walked together into my parents' bedroom, both completely naked." Maggie continued, "We took it from there. Initially we just did oral with her, and Kent touched her and licked her a lot. We wanted her to be comfortable about having sex with us. Pam really liked it when I or Kent licked her. After the first couple of times, she loved to return the favor. She had watched her older sister swallowing Kent's sperm, and she didn't hesitate a bit to do the same. "Shortly after the beginning of last year, Kent took her virginity. Penny and I watched them. It was so exciting to see her taking her dad's cock for the first time." Maggie said, smiling at her husband. "Pam liked it a lot, and Kent and Pam have become very close." I swallowed hard. I really had been a late bloomer, Pam and Sarah, and probably Julie, too, had started to do sex stuff way before me. No wonder things had been kept from me. I was seriously horny listening to all of them talk about it though. Glancing again at Peter, he looked like he was ready to fuck someone. I was just hoping I was at the top of his list! "And we still are, even though she's hooked with Mike now," Kent said. "Penny branched out on her own, and we encouraged her to have sex with her other friends, didn't we, sweetheart?" he asked, looking affectionately at his oldest daughter. Penny smiled and nodded. She said, "Jamie has been a lot of fun, but it seems that Sarah has taken him off the market. Which is a shame because I'd like to have sex with him again. I don't think it would break up Sarah and Jamie if he and I did have sex." "Well, sweetie, everybody is different. We all have to accept that," Maggie said before returning to their story. "As for Peter, with two horny older sisters he didn't have a chance. They seduced him..." "Not a whole lot of seducing necessary with that horndog..." Penny interrupted grinning evilly at her brother. "Hahaha, you're so funny. You couldn't wait to suck my cock, even when I wasn't shooting stuff yet. You and Pam would have sucked me dry if I had been," Peter huffed. "You would've probably preferred Andrea fucking you dry," Penny countered. "Peter ... Penny..." Kent almost growled, drawing out their names. He was clearly not happy at their taking shots at each other. Maggie's eyes were shooting darts at both of them. I was just glad other siblings got into as much trouble as me and Jamie! I had thought only the two of us could get into heated exchanges over nothing. Penny quickly bowed down. "Sorry, Mom. Dad." She looked towards Peter, "Sorry, Peter. I was just trying to be funny." Peter looked kinda contrite. "It's alright. I shouldn't have blown up like that either. Sorry everybody." Maggie laughed. "See Melissa, we are a completely normal family in some respects." I laughed a little. "It reminds me of me and Jamie fighting sometimes." "I saw you and Jamie fighting not too long ago in our yard. You were one pissed off sister. I'm sure his shoulder was sore for a couple of days." I blushed. "Sorry, Maggie, I was so mad at him for not telling me about the nudist thing, I just couldn't control myself." "It's alright, sweetie. As you see, our kids are not above fighting with each other either. But it was unfortunate that Jamie had to suffer for something that he wasn't responsible for." Well, I wasn't ready to agree with her on that point. He definitely took advantage of things when it suited him. "Let me finish Peter's introduction to sex, though," she said. "Shortly after Pam became involved with us, Peter kept badgering me about what was going on with his sisters. So I just told him the truth, but shortly thereafter somebody else was Peter's first." "Yeah, I know," I chuckled, "Peter told me he had a very special birthday last year, too." Maggie didn't react to that. Apparently, she wasn't ready to get into what Mom had done with Peter the previous year or since. Kent then said, "I had a father-son talk with him and got him a good supply of condoms. And I told him that while Penny was on the pill, Pam wasn't yet. And that he could only have sex with girls other than Penny if he put on a condom. After all, we didn't know when he would start to produce sperm. We wanted to be rather safe than sorry." "Mom and Penny took teaching me very seriously," Peter chuckled. "But what a fun way to learn it was, especially when Kari and Pam wanted to teach me things, too." He had a huge grin on his face. "Thanks Maggie and Penny, you did a great job," I said, winking at them. Both of them grinned. I turned toward Peter and we kissed. My tongue searched for his and our kiss turned into a real hot sexy kiss. There was a lot to digest. It had to be the most perverted thing I had ever heard. But, all the talk about how the Rayners' kids had been introduced to sex by their parents had made me incredibly horny. I seriously needed to get fucked. Mr. Rayner smiled at me as he broke the silence, "Melissa, how would you like to make this a very special birthday for Peter?" I was surprised it had taken them this long to get around to wanting to have sex with me. I might be playing catch-up with everyone else when it came to wild sex, but I knew when a grown man was ready to start an orgy that included me. I grinned. "I thought you would never ask." "Well then, why don't we go upstairs where we can be a lot more comfortable?" Mrs. Rayner looked at us expectantly. "I'm dying to get out of this coat and tie," Peter said as he stood up. He picked up my photo and his album. He said to me, "Let's take yours with us, too. You can leave it in my room." We all went upstairs. Peter and I quickly dropped off our stuff, and he took his coat and tie off. I turned and wanted him to unzip my dress figuring we would get naked in his bedroom. Penny stuck her head in. "Don't get undressed in there. We all want to watch you undress each other." I shrugged. When in Raynerland... ------- Peter and I went into his parents' bedroom. Their bed had been turned down already. Kent was definitely ready to get things going. "Peter, would you mind letting us see your pretty wife naked? And Mel, perhaps you won't mind us seeing your handsome husband naked, too?" I didn't answer, but instead turned my back towards Peter. He pulled the zipper of my dress down. I shrugged my arms forward and let it fall down to my waist. Peter knelt in front of me and hooked his thumbs into the material and eased it over my hips. I stepped out of it and kicked off my shoes. I turned a few times and posed for them in my bra and panties. "She is a total showoff," Penny stated. She had the camera rolling the whole time. I turned towards Peter and unbuttoned his shirt. And while I leaned forward and kissed the small nipples on his chest I opened the belt of his trousers. I pulled the zipper and let his pants drop to the floor. I knelt down, took his shoes off and helped him to step out of his pants. I peeled his socks off and stood up again. Peter had pulled his shirt off and was standing there in some tight fitting underwear. It molded his hard shaft nicely, which tented his shorts. I gently rubbed his bulge with the tips of my fingers. "I think somebody is excited," I said lustily. "Who wouldn't be with you almost naked next to them," he replied with a smile, his hands rubbing my bare flanks. "Compliments like that make me want to get into your bed, buster!" I grinned. Peter got behind me, putting his hands on my waist. We stood facing the Rayners' large bed. Maggie and Kent were sitting on it, reclining against the headboard. "Do you like what you see? Mom? Dad?" Kent's voice was a little hoarse as he answered, "Very much so, son. Your wife is so pretty. Do you think she'd let us see her breasts?" It felt so unbelievably weird to be called Peter's wife, but I was beginning to enjoy the game. The atmosphere had become so erotic in the room. Maggie was squeezing her breasts and Kent was rubbing his hard dick through his pants. "I think she'd like to show you her sexy breasts," Peter answered. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers on my back opening the closure of my bra. Peter eased the straps off my shoulders and then slipped it off my chest and arms. He tossed it on top of my dress. "They're such beautiful tits. So firm and yet so soft, and her nipples have such a rosy color. But oh, they're so hard, I think my wife is so excited that my parents are watching me undress her in front of them," Peter said. He was definitely into the spirit of the game we were playing. It felt so odd being described like that by my boyfriend to his parents, though. This time Maggie answered her son. "You are so right. Your wife's breasts are so beautiful. I would like to feel them and suck on her nipples. Will you let me?" Peter cupped my breasts and then gently rubbed across my stiff nipples with his flat hands. "I think I'll let you see the rest of her first. Wouldn't you like that?" The erotic atmosphere, the sexy talking, Penny filming us, Peter undressing me in front of his parents, his hands on my breasts, all had me so wet that I was dripping into my panties. "Very much so, son," Kent answered him thickly. I just stood there, my arms hanging limply at my sides, my eyes still closed, my breathing shallow. Peter crouched down behind me and slipped both hands into the waistband of my panties, caressing my legs as he revealed my dark patch of hair to his parents. I stepped out of them. I vaguely heard Maggie and Kent mumbling, "Beautiful, just so beautiful. Please, let us see her butt, too." Peter took my hands and lifted them over my head. He twisted them slightly, and like in a trance I had to turn like a puppet on a string. "Nice, very nice, firm and round, I would just love to kiss and play with those butt cheeks. And I bet she has the cutest little butthole. "Show us, Peter," his mother hissed excitedly. Peter pulled on my hands so I was bent over with my back towards them. I grabbed my ankles as he let go of my hands and spread my butt cheeks open. With a couple of fingers he reached a little lower and spread my pussy lips as well. "It looks so lickable," Kent said in a husky voice. "How about you, dear? Wouldn't you like to lick that, too?" "I would, my horny husband, and I venture to guess that you would like to stick your hard cock up her butt," Maggie chimed right in. I looked back between my legs and saw Kent licking his lips. He was turned on big time and could hardly wait to fuck me. "Mom, Dad, my wife's pussy is already so wet." He swiped a finger through my slit and licked it. "Mmmm, she tastes good, too." "Son, your wife is making me so horny and wet, too," Maggie said. "But Melissa, wouldn't you like to show us your husband's hard cock first?" Her question pulled me back to reality. I didn't say anything as Peter let go of me. I knelt and pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out, hard, stiff, and already leaking pre-cum. I gave it a quick kiss and licked the drops off his cockhead. I noticed my panties were lying on the bed. "Yes, that's it, Melissa, lick my son's cock," Maggie encouraged me. Peter pulled me into his arms. We hugged and kissed deeply, our mouths open and our tongues dancing with each other. His stiff dick pressed into my tummy and left a wet spot. As he pulled away, Peter whispered in my ear, "I've cum only once this morning with Mom since I was with you yesterday." My boyfriend was so sweet, saving himself for me and his mom. They say how a man treats his mother is how he will treat his wife. I guess this wife came second to his mother on his birthday, though. I could live with that for now. We turned so that Peter had his back towards his parents' bed. I gave him a light push which caused him to sit down at the foot of the bed, his feet still on the floor. I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Penny zooming in on me sucking Peter. He started to moan a little. "I think he likes it," Kent commented. "As if you wouldn't like for Melissa to suck your cock," Maggie chuckled. "Do you think she would suck my cock, too?" Kent asked, feigning ignorance of my previous blowjobs. "You old lecher, you sure are greedy. Why don't you let your son enjoy his wife's talents for a little while? It's his birthday, after all." Kent sighed. "So a dirty old man just has to sit back and watch..." he said, letting his words trail before sighing again. "It's a hard life being a father." I cracked up and I had to let go of Peter's cock. "You guys are so silly." Maggie laughed. "Maybe, but this is great fun." Kent chuckled, "I tend to agree." Penny picked up my panties and sniffed the wet crotch. "Mom, Dad, Peter's wife is all turned on. Her panties are soaked, and they smell like her pussy." She tossed them to her mother. Maggie put the crotch of my panties to her nose. "Hmmm, what a sexy scent. You're right. She is turned on. I bet she's ready to get her tight little pussy fucked, too." She handed my panties to her husband who sniffed them as well. "I'd really like to watch you fuck your wife, Peter," Kent sounded very husky. Peter sat up, got off the bed and embraced me again. We kissed more urgently this time. I was seriously horny by now. I wanted his cock in me. I wanted him to make me cum, and I wanted him to cum and shoot his sperm deep in me. I climbed on their bed as the Rayners made room for me to lie between them. It was so strange to be naked with them still dressed. I wondered what more crazy stuff they had in mind. I pulled my knees up and opened my legs as Peter slid on top of me. We were both so ready. We didn't need any more foreplay. "Wait," Maggie whispered to me. "Let me put it in you." She sat up and moved to grab her son's cock to line it up with my opening. Peter pushed, and his cock slipped between his mother's fingers into me until his balls nestled against the crack of my butt. My pussy felt so full with his cock all the way in it. I thought of my mom saying that my father's cock was a perfect fit for her. Peter's cock was a perfect fit for me. I grabbed his butt and urged him to start moving in me. I squeezed his cock with my pussy, and I felt the ridge of its head rub so deliciously against the walls of my pussy. Maggie and Kent got involved with us too. They both were kissing my face repeatedly, using their hands on my tits, rubbing and pinching my nipples gently. Maggie started whispering excitedly into my ear. "How does my son's cock feel in your pussy? He's pumping you so good with his long hard strokes ... just how I like it." Kent whispered from the other side, "I wish it was my cock in your sweet pussy again. You felt so deliciously tight riding it the last time. I want to fill your little cunt with my cum again." Their sexy talk continued, and it got me even more excited. It felt so crazy being egged on by his parents as my boyfriend fucked me so good. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on Peter's cock inside me. He had lifted himself up a little which caused his pubic bone to rub so good against my clit. I felt a warm knot forming in my lower tummy and knew that I was getting close to an orgasm. My hips rose off the bed meeting Peter's hard thrusts into my pussy. I didn't notice anymore what was going on around me. I grabbed the sheets and squeezed them hard as Peter pumped faster and faster into me. Suddenly my whole body went rigid. I screamed as my orgasm washed through me. The intense feeling seemed to go on and on. Finally I just went limp, lying there for some time with my eyes closed, panting to catch my breath, my heart hammering in my chest. I didn't even know if Peter had cum or not. He was lying on top of me not moving, sweat dripping from his body and mingling with mine. So I figured he had emptied himself inside me. As I opened my eyes I looked into Maggie's concerned face. "My God, Melissa. Are you okay?" I could only nod. Peter hadn't moved yet either. "What an awesome orgasm you had," Maggie smiled. "My ears are still ringing," Kent had a finger in one ear and wiggled it. I answered weakly, "I think the Rayners just about killed me. Is my husband still alive? He's getting kind of heavy." Kent chuckled from the other side. "What a way to go, though, baby! Hey, Peter?" He raised his head. He looked about as wasted as I felt. But then he grinned and said, "On his grave marker it read, 'Fucked to death on his thirteenth birthday by his girlfriend with his parents' help'." Kent laughed and slapped his ass. "Pussy! The night is still young!" Penny got into it, too. She looked at the video camera, shook it a couple of times and grinned as she said, "I think the mic for the video camera is broken now." I felt too exhausted to try get back at her. I knew I was forever cursed with being a screamer. Kent suddenly jumped out of bed. "Some champagne is called for to bring these kids back to life!" "Peter, dear, would you move, please, so that Melissa can breathe?" Maggie asked him with a sly grin. "I better clean you a little, hon. Otherwise, we'll have to sleep in a big wet spot tonight," Maggie laughed. Her son had filled me, that was for sure. I felt his cock slipping out of my pussy as he rolled off of me, and lay in the spot his father had been in. Our combined juices started to seep out of my cunt. The wet spot I was creating would be gigantic. However Maggie was already between my legs and sucking her son's cum out of my pussy. "What a tasty creampie," she mumbled from below. I jumped as Maggie's tongue hit my clit. "Careful, it's still a little sensitive down there right now." "Sorry, hon." She licked between my lips and sucked our juices out of my opening. Peter and I looked at each other and suddenly had to laugh. He was the first to speak up. "You were absolutely friggin awesome, Mel!" "What the hell did you do to me?" I asked him. "I'll never make it to twenty if we have sex like this all the time." "What did I do to you? What did you do to me? I'm not so sure there is any skin left on my back." I lifted up and looked at his back. There were some red welts running from the middle towards his flanks. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I lost all control." Peter smiled sweetly at me. "It's alright, I'll survive." Kent returned with a bottle of champagne and five glasses. He poured the golden liquid into the glasses and handed each of us one. "Cheers, kids, you were terrific. You're making a great couple." "Yeah, a couple of sex maniacs," Penny commented. "Takes one to know one," Peter said sort of cuttingly. "Now, now, babes. It's still Peter's birthday. So no bickering," Maggie insisted. I made a mental note to ask Peter why he and Penny were at each other's throats so much. We sipped the champagne and I felt my strength coming back. The bubbles seemed to get my blood pumping again and my heart to slow down. I felt perky again. We finished drinking and put our glasses away. Maggie had put some towels out and I sat on one. Even though Maggie had probably gotten most of it, I felt like I might be dripping Peter's cum for a while longer. Peter sat up. "Now, your turn, Mom and Dad." Kent and Maggie looked at each other. They smiled, nodded towards each other and got up. They moved towards the foot end of the bed, and started hugging and kissing. They looked sort of sweet. They undressed each other deliberately, taking their time and putting on quite a show. Peter and I giggled at times at their silliness, or was it the champagne getting to us? We enjoyed their show as we sat leaning against the headboard. I leaned against Peter, too. I needed to feel him touching me. He smiled at me and put an arm around my shoulder to pull me closer into him. I could tell they had done this before the way they were kissing each other all over, touching the other intimately, getting excited, moving together into some sexy poses. I watched particularly closely as Kent took Maggie's bra off and sighed. Peter was staring right at his mom's boobs. It was obvious he didn't love me for my tits. I had mixed feelings about that. Penny stripped, too, but left her panties on. I looked at her questioningly. She scrunched her face. I immediately knew what her problem was. I was several days from when my period was supposed to start. Penny's timing didn't work out so great for tonight. I had yet to be in her position ... on my period with a group of people ready to have sex. I knew it would eventually happen if I kept up my slutty ways. I felt sorta embarrassed for her. I wondered what Doris would say about something like this at the 'period party' she was setting up for the upcoming Sunday. Kent threw Maggie's clothes into a corner with grand movements, at times swinging her clothes above his head like a lasso. I giggled at his silliness, but it was cute how the two of them could be outrageous with each other. For her part, Maggie sniffed Kent's clothes and made a face like they smelled awful before tossing them into the opposite corner. Kent huffed and acted like he was insulted, "I did take a shower before dinner. I was all clean." Maggie just shook her head. "Then my dear wife, you didn't do the laundry very well," he playfully complained. "Are you questioning my female skills?" Maggie pretended to be insulted. Kent grinned. "Not all of them, dear." Maggie slapped his butt. "I'm cutting you off, mister." "Poor Melissa has to take care of two Rayner males then. Think she'll survive?" "Are you lusting after your daughter-in-law?" Maggie playfully chastised him. "Now, whatever makes you think that?" Kent played innocent. "Because you're not hiding it very well," Maggie playfully replied, slapping his hard dick. Kent embraced Maggie and started to seriously make out with her. Watching them got me all horny again. ------- After a short time they got onto the bed. Maggie rubbed my face. "How are you feeling, hon? Are you up for another round?" "Definitely," I eagerly replied. I was far from being worn out. Maggie grinned, "How about swapping husbands?" "I figured we would some time tonight," I replied, giggling. I moved towards Maggie and we kissed. "I really want to watch you and Peter together" I said huskily. Maggie hugged me quickly. "I figured you might. Anything off limits?" I was surprised she was asking me. It wasn't like I was really married to him or anything. The way I figured it, she had more rights to do stuff with him for now. How fucked up was that? I whispered to her, "I'm planning to let him fuck my butt this coming Friday." "Good. Because I will give him mine soon if you don't," she playfully whispered back. The whole idea of Peter doing sex stuff with his mother had me horny as fuck. I felt like such a pervert when I felt this way, but I couldn't help it. Gawd, I was so warped. No wonder I felt so at home. I got on my knees and turned around so that I could suck on Kent's cock. He took the opportunity to finger my open pussy. Glancing at Maggie I noticed Peter had settled between her wide open legs and had started to lick his mother's pussy. She rubbed his head and told him how nice it felt. I concentrated on Kent's cock. I sucked it for a little while and then held it against his tummy to lick the underside several times, all the way down to his balls. I carefully took each into my mouth and bathed them with my tongue. Suddenly there was a second mouth taking the tip of Kent's cock in her mouth. Penny had joined me. "Aren't you supposed to do the recording?" I asked her. "I put the camera on the tripod, and pointed it toward the bed," she answered. "So, fuck filming, I need some cock." We both got to work on Kent in earnest. When I had his cock in my mouth again and swirled my tongue around the tip, Penny licked his balls. A short time later, Penny looked at me and suddenly grinned. She pulled her father's legs up and pushed them way back over him. Kent moved a little to my side so I could stay on his cock. I watched Penny's face just inches from mine, moving a little lower. She extended her tongue and started to lick her father's asshole, making little stabs with her tongue trying to penetrate the tightly puckered opening. Kent began moaning and his hips jerked. He pulled me off his cock and pushed Penny away. "Girls, your mouths are great," he breathed heavily. "But if you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum. Melissa, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to fuck you now." Why should I mind? I stretched out next to Maggie who turned her head and smiled at me. I had heard her moaning and sighing deeply a couple of times, and figured Peter had made her cum good. I opened my legs and as Kent rolled over and knelt between my legs, I pulled my knees way up. I was so horny again. I didn't care if I looked obscene with my slit wide open. I could hardly wait to have his cock in my pussy and to feel him start moving in me. I was so ready to have another orgasm. I felt Penny's hand at my pussy, spreading my lips: She then grabbed her dad's cock and lined it up with my wet opening. I twisted my head a little to the side and I saw that her other hand held the video camera again. She was guiding her dad's cock and filming at the same time, taking in the image of my pussy accepting his hard thick cock as he pushed into me. Kent started to thrust into me slowly at first, but quickly changed to faster and deeper lunges with more urgency. He was so turned on. His grunts and scrunched up face were more than enough to know he was already close to cumming. The idea that he couldn't control himself so easily while fucking me was a big turn-on for me. He was likely thinking of me only as a cute thirteen year old girl he could fuck in front of his family. I didn't care. His cock felt incredible, swelling even larger as he got close to blowing his load. I didn't care what he thought of me. Peter had slid up on his mother's body and was fucking her also with hard quick jabs. He had his eyes closed and seemed to concentrate on not losing it too soon. Maggie smiled at me. Her eyes showing the lust she was feeling. "Melissa," she panted. "Isn't swapping husbands just the greatest fun?" She reached for my hand and I let her have it. She squeezed it tightly. Here I was lying on the bed of my boyfriend's parents, holding hands with his mom while he fucked her and her husband fucked me. I tried to watch mother and son fucking each other with abandon, but Kent's cock was pushing me ever closer to another intense orgasm. So instead, I focused on rutting up into him each time he plunged deep into me. Kent turned a little above me and saw his wife squeezing my hand. His face twisted into a lusty grin. "Son, our wives are holding hands while we fuck them. Isn't that sweet and so sexy?" Breathing heavily, he replied, "Dad, do you like fucking my wife? I sure like fucking yours!" Just as Peter answered him, I lost it. My hips came off the bed and I moaned loudly. I grabbed Kent's butt and pulled him as deeply as possible into me. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm cumming!" I yelled. Kent gave one more deep thrust and groaned, "I'm cumming, too, oooohhh, Melissa, your cunt feels so good..." He dumped squirt after squirt of his semen into me. He was still rutting into me as his cum began to leak out, running down between my ass cheeks. I lay limp. Breathing was difficult with Kent's body heavy on mine. My sweat was running off my chest and dripping on the bed, soaking the linen. The Rayners would definitely have to change the sheets before they could sleep in this bed. I had vaguely heard Maggie and Peter moaning as well. I looked over at them and saw Peter resting on his mother's body, looking at me with a shit-eating grin. Kent lifted his body a little and rested on his lower arms making it easier for me to breathe. Penny was videoing our faces as we slowly came down from our orgasms. "You guys were absolutely wild!" She exclaimed. "I'm gonna have to take a break, I need to cum, too." She sat at a corner of the bed and had her hands in her panties. It didn't take her long to rub out a quick one. Afterwards, she grinned self-consciously at us. Kent had a big smile on his face. "Hey, son. I appreciate you loaning me your lady!" "It only seems fair," Peter replied, grinning. "Would you like to do this again sometime, son?" "Hey!" Maggie intervened. "Don't you think you should ask us girls first if we want to be swapped?" "It seems like a waste of time to ask though," Kent replied, waiting for the backlash. "I think our men are spoiled, ladies," she said looking between me and her daughter. Penny replied, "I think we did a good job spoiling them though." Maggie and I giggled with her. At that moment though, Kent's larger muscular body was taking its toll on mine. "Kent, would you please lift up a little bit more. I need to get some air," I was barely able to squeeze out the words. "Sorry, sweetheart," he replied, rolling off my body so that I finally could get some fresh air into my lungs again. Peter lay next to me, pushed an arm underneath my neck, and pulled me close. We kissed. And then he whispered softly into my ear, "I love you Melissa Livingston. I'm so happy that you are my girlfriend." I pulled back to see his face. He was looking at me so tenderly. "I love you too, Peter Rayner, and I'm glad you're my boyfriend." We kissed again, and I asked, "Are you having fun, sweetheart?" "Absolutely." He smiled and kissed me again. "This is the best birthday ever." "Melissa," Maggie interrupted us. In a hoarse voice, she urged me, "Would you mind coming over here and putting your pussy over my face." I understood what she wanted. I climbed over Peter and quickly straddled her face, my pussy just inches over her open mouth. "You're so bad, Maggie," I chuckled as I felt more of her husband's cum draining from my pussy. I looked down and saw a strand of sperm hanging from my pussy lips. Maggie waited patiently for it to drop into her open mouth. "Push a little," she whispered. I pushed several times and I watched as even more of Kent's cum dripped from my pussy into Maggie's open mouth. I thought back to the last time when his cum had dripped from my pussy into one of the Rayners' toilet with Mrs. Thomas watching me. Somehow Kent's cum draining from my slit was always a special event. I glanced down between her thighs at her messy cunt. I decided to get some of my boyfriend's cum from his mother's pussy. She knew what I wanted as I leaned down over her body. Her knees came up to make it easier to get to her opening. I saw Peter's cum leaking out and went to work sucking it out of his mother's slit. Mother and son's juices mixed, what a wicked combination, I thought. Penny grinned. "I'm gonna do some cock cleaning!" She bent over her father, who was resting a little, and started to lick his shrunken cock. There was plenty of semen and pussy juice on it. When she had finished, Kent's cock stood tall and proud again. She moved over to Peter and worked her magic on his dick as well. Maggie and I were still licking out each other's pussy. The guys' cum had been sucked out of our openings a while ago, but we kept licking, moving to focus more on each other's clit. She came first as I swiped across her hard bud, and I reached my orgasm just seconds later from the vibration of her moans against me. Breathing deeply, I climbed off of her and lay down on the bed. All five of us were quiet for a moment. "Who would like something to drink?" Penny asked. "I'd like some Coke, please," I asked. "Me too," Peter chimed in. We both needed a break. Kent got the half-empty bottle of champagne again and poured the rest for Maggie and himself. I stared at the ceiling. Maggie, resting on one elbow asked me if I felt alright. "You guys are exhausting," I replied Everybody hollered again, "Pussy!" It seemed to be the word of the day. I just smiled as they laughed. Then Maggie said, "Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!" "Please," I pretended to be in fear of my life. "Spare me. I want to go to college. Don't kill me yet. I'm still so young. Please!" This night was so different from the sex I had experienced before. It had always been fun, but the humor and laughter, the silliness at times, made it so light-hearted. This wasn't just fucking for fucking's sake. This was an evening of fun with a lot of sex. I was beginning to seriously appreciate my boyfriend's family. I had a feeling this really was his best birthday ever. ------- After sitting around resting, and joking around as well, we all seemed to have our second wind. Peter definitely had his as he leaned over and started to seriously make out with me. We were kissing with our mouths open and our tongues were twisting together. I felt hands pushing my legs apart and a mouth kissing its way slowly up the inside of my legs. Peter scooted over a little to make room and I saw out of the corner of my eye Maggie's head over my right breast. She immediately started to lick and kiss my nipple, squeezing my breast with one hand. The mouth between my legs was almost at my pussy, as another mouth went to work on my other breast. I saw Penny's head almost touching her mother's. I was getting the family treatment! All four Rayners were working on my body at the same time. I couldn't see Kent, but I he was doing a terrific job. His tongue kept swiping through my slit before finally settling on my clit. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue on my hard bud, too. Then he pushed a few fingers inside me. I couldn't lie still anymore. My body went into overload as all the sensations overwhelmed me. I screamed into Peter's mouth as one long orgasm washed through me. I rapidly moved my face to the side away from Peter. "Please, stop!" I screamed. "I can't take anymore!" My chest was heaving I was so struggling for breath. As I opened my eyes, there were four Rayner faces hovering over mine, all four grinning. Peter spoke first. "How was that, Mel?" I shook my head. "You guys are trying to kill me. Sheesh!" Like a circus ringleader, Kent shouted. "Grand Finale!" He then grabbed me by my hips and turned me over. He pulled my butt up and pushed his cock into me in one smooth thrust. Peter slipped under me until his hard dick was sticking up in my face. I opened my mouth and took him in. I weakly sucked on it. I had trouble keeping my mouth on it as Kent pounded into me hard. He was pushing so deep into me and against my cervix that it felt a little uncomfortable. Kent pulled out of me and I suddenly felt empty. Maggie was busy getting my juices off of it. With Kent getting his cock licked and sucked by his wife, Penny moved behind me and started to kiss and lick my butt cheeks for a moment before she pulled them apart exposing my butt hole. She went to work on it, kissing it and stabbing against the tight hole with her tongue. I tried to relax a little and I could feel her tongue squirming its way into my ass. I went back to sucking Peter's cock, massaging the shaft was a little awkward with my upper body resting on my arms, but I managed. It was a lot easier sucking him with his father not pounding into me. But I had only a short break. Penny finally moved aside and Kent slipped his wet cock into my pussy again. He held on to my hips and tried to keep me from moving too much as he plunged into me. His cock felt so good rubbing deep in me. Maggie moved so that she was lying under my chest and could suck on my nipples. At times she just licked them, and then she would bite into them making me wince a little from the sudden and sharp pain. Kent moved more urgently in me and I felt my own orgasm building, too. I moaned around Peter's cock sending vibrations into his shaft. Kent kept fucking me hard, rubbing all the sensitive spots in my pussy as I came hard again. He just kept going even after I came. I wondered if he was going to fuck me the rest of the night! Finally he pulled away though. I dropped and rolled on my side. Peter's cock slipped out of my mouth. He hadn't come yet either, but I needed a break. Kent dropped onto the bed and looked at his daughter, patting the bed beside him. She smiled eagerly as she moved up in his arms, cuddling with him. He began kissing her and fondling her breasts. He moved a hand down to her panty covered pussy, and squeezed her mound. I began to realize what he was going to do. So did Maggie. "Peter, why don't you take Melissa to your bedroom now," she softly said to him. Peter didn't hesitate, taking my hand as led me off the bed. 'Goodnight, you two," Kent told us as he continued rubbing Penny's covered cunt. "It's been a fun evening, especially thanks to you, Melissa. But unfortunately I've got to work tomorrow, and I think someone needs some attention," he said as he looked into Penny's hopeful gaze. Maggie got off the bed with us and walked us to the bedroom door. "You were wonderful tonight, Melissa." She kissed my lips and licked them a little before she took Peter's face with her hands and kissed him deeply. "Happy birthday, son." Peter and I walked to his bedroom as Maggie closed the door behind us. I was sure Peter realized what was happening back in his parents' bedroom. I was glad Kent had no problem fucking Penny while she was on her period. It was obvious they didn't think Peter was ready to witness that though. That meant my plan to let him fuck my ass might be a little tricky while I was on my period. I was sure I could get him to do it, though. He'd be able to at least fuck me even if he wouldn't touch my pussy. It had been a wild but loving evening that left me thinking that the Rayners might be a wild bunch. But they were a very loving wild bunch who cared about their kids very much. I snuggled tightly against Peter on the way to the bathroom. I had to pee badly and I didn't even mind if Peter watched. I even opened my legs wide for him to have a better view as my stream started to flow. He seemed to get a bit of a thrill out of watching me do something so personal. While I was sitting there though, I decided to ask him about his fights with Penny. "What's with you and Penny tonight? I haven't seen you taking shots at each other like that in years." He grinned. "She gets that way when she is on the rag..." "Peter!" "What?" "Don't talk like that!" "Sorry, I meant when Penny has her period. She tends to get kinda grouchy and says dumb stuff. If I let her get away with it, then she can get really nasty. So I fight back, and usually she stops saying shit to me. Or our parents stop us. She'll come to me a couple of days later and apologize." I wiped and got off the toilet. Peter stood in front of it and started to pee. We had become so intimate with each other in such a short time. I leaned against the sink and watched him. "Well, when I have my period you better be sweet to me no matter how grouchy I get!" He laughed. "We'll see about that. Depends on how grouchy you get." ------- After we took a quick shower together, I felt a little perkier. We went to Peter's bedroom and lay down on his bed facing each other. We hadn't bothered to close the door. If somebody wanted to watch us, let them. I didn't care. I was with my boyfriend, and I was in love with him. We kissed, lovingly, softly. Our hands rubbed caressingly all over the other's body. He was hard again in no time. "Peter," I whispered. "Make love to me." I rolled on my back, raised my knees and opened my legs. Peter lay down between them and started to lick my pussy. I didn't want that. I just wanted him in me and told him so. Peter moved up and his cock got lined up with my opening. I grabbed it and helped him to put it in. He wanted to begin moving in me. I asked him to wait a minute. "I want to just enjoy the feeling of you inside of me first. I like how your cock feels in my pussy. It fills me so perfectly." I wrapped my legs and arms around him and held him tight. "I love you so much, Peter!" "I do, too, my darling." Wow, that was the first time he called me that. He bent down to kiss me, and we made out like we never had before. He kissed my face all over - my eyes, my nose, my ears, my chin, my neck. We didn't need to talk anymore. Our bodies said everything. We were joined up top as we sucked on each other's tongues, and below with his cock in my pussy. He held me by my shoulders and I had a good feeling that his body was touching mine all over. He was a smart boy. He knew when to start moving and we both had another orgasm. It was a soft one for me, but it was one that was so very right the way I was feeling so tenderly for Peter. His was a small one because he just didn't have much left to pump into me. We went to sleep almost immediately exhausted from the night's activities and deeply content. It had been a great birthday for my sweetie. ------- Chapter 40 The next morning, when I woke up, we had somehow untangled during the night. But our butts were touching. I thought that was so sweet. I had to pee badly, so I got up quietly. Peter didn't even stir as I went to the bathroom. After I left the bathroom, I heard Maggie in the kitchen. When I had left Peter, he was sleeping soundly. I was now wide awake though. So I went downstairs to talk to her. I didn't bother getting dressed. When I saw Maggie she was just wearing an apron as she sliced up some fruits. She noticed me. "Good morning, ma'am." "Good morning, sweetie. I hope you slept well." She hugged me. "After what we all did last night, and Peter fucking me one more time, I slept like a log," I said as I leaned against the counter. Maggie chuckled. "Didn't look like fucking to me, Melissa. The way Peter was on top of you, the way you had your arms and legs wrapped around him, the way you two were kissing, it sure looked like something else to me." I looked at her surprised. "Did you watch us?" She hugged me and answered softly. "Just for a second. It looked like you two were seriously making love, and that should be just between the two of you." She kept caressing the top of my head. "It made me feel good all over to see you with my son like that." She held me by my shoulders. "I got to see the video of your wedding, and Penny also told me that you and Peter were so beautiful together then. I'm so glad for both of you." Suddenly a thought occurred to me. I remembered the way Mom had been acting about my first date with Peter, that she had been Peter's first, and that she had even taken him along to one of my blindfold games. I just had to ask. "Did you and Mom set us up?" Maggie chuckled. "You're still suspicious, aren't you?" "Duh! I still don't think I know half of what's going on around me. Pam and Jamie admitted to a bunch of stuff at my house yesterday ... with a lot of it directly involving me." Suddenly she got very serious. "Melissa, like we said last night, all of us love our kids very much. Be it the Walcotts, the Clarks, the Prestons, your parents, or Kent and me. You probably haven't begun to realize that your Mom and Dad love you so much that they're being very protective of you. Do you know that your Mom has been at every single blindfold game you've been involved in so far?" "Seriously?" I asked. She nodded. I couldn't believe what she had just told me. I knew about the first two, but I didn't know she was at the one on the nudist weekend at the Rayners. "My mom was at all three of them?" "Every single one of them. And she made it quite clear that there would be no blindfold game with you unless she was present. She reserved the right to put an immediate stop to the game at any time, if you were too uncomfortable with anything." "She was here when you blindfolded me the weekend I discovered the nudist thing?" "Uh huh. She wasn't very happy about you taking off without telling her. She also wasn't pleased that you discovered what you shouldn't have. She wanted to reveal that to you when she thought you were ready. But she left Sarah with your dad and hurried over here with Jamie. He was to watch out for you, and she made sure that when we were playing with you that you were comfortable." I took a deep breath. Maggie had just revealed a lot to me. But I also hadn't imagined my mom being so concerned about me. And, as usual, Jamie hadn't told me everything about that day. He purposely left out that Mom brought him over. I probably should have figured that out though. He would have ridden his bike over instead of walking. He wasn't going to walk if he could avoid it. I remembered I hadn't seen his bike at the Rayners. At the time, it didn't register with me. "Something to think about?" "Yes, ma'am. I'm glad she was so determined to look out for me. As far as hiding stuff from me, things have changed a lot since that day. I know we still have a lot to talk about, and I know we will in time. But she obviously was concerned about me in her own way the whole time. She's told me there will be things she can't tell me, secrets she can't reveal. But at least she isn't pretending not to be a part of things. I don't think she would set me up for something, unless she was pretty sure I would want to be involved in it." "For sure, sweetie. And we didn't set you and Peter up either. We encouraged you, but if you hadn't hit it off, we would've never tried to force it on either of you. As we talked about last night - never force one of the kids to do anything. Seduce them, yes. Encourage them, yes. But if they don't like something then that's the way it is. "Also, stop calling me 'ma'am'. It's Maggie, remember? We drank to that last night." "As long as Mom doesn't whip my butt because of bad manners," I grinned. "If she does whip you, I'll make sure she does it for a more fun reason," she replied with a wink. I smiled bashfully at her. Maggie went about fixing breakfast as I continued to lean against the counter. Her mentioning Jamie just now had me remembering the things he and Pam admitted to me the day before. I knew several things were going to have to occur soon. The big thing involved Sarah. Not only had I been played by my brother and Pam, but so had Sarah. I had no idea what Jamie had told her about all of that. She needed to know. I wasn't going to keep it a secret from her. I made a mental note that Jamie and Pam had some more explaining to do. "So how did you encourage things between me and Peter?" Maggie went to the fridge. "Would you like some juice?" I nodded. "Let's sit down and talk about it some more." She poured us some OJ and put the fruit with some bowls and spoons on the table. We sat at a corner of the table. I helped myself to some fruit and put a couple pieces in my mouth. "Peter has had a crush on you for some time," Maggie began. "I never noticed." Maggie chuckled. "You were our problem child, and who would've thought that with you being Andrea's daughter." I looked at her wide-eyed. This was going to be most interesting. "Sarah told you that she had already been involved with the Walcotts. Pam was involved with us, Peter with your mother, and Julie with Bradley and Doris. And you were so busy with other things that you didn't show much interest in boys and sex. So, a few of us separately got Sarah and Colleen to try seducing you. But even then you were kind of la-di-da about sex with boys while in seventh grade." How did Maggie know what Sarah had told me? Had Sarah told my mom or her mom about our talk a few weeks ago? I would find out later, I hoped. "I was interested in boys and sex. I just didn't have the time. But, I did do things with Jamie," I said defensively. "Right, but that wasn't until spring of this year, was it? And Colleen had already suggested it last summer, right?" She had me there. "Anyways, Melissa, we saw Sarah hooking up with Jamie, Pam with Mike, and Julie with Derek. And you didn't show interest in anyone. That is also the reason why many things were kept secret from you. Your parents felt that you were just not quite ready to get more involved." Maggie laughed suddenly. "Then after Colleen showed you those pictures of her friends having sex, you went on a discovery tour this summer with a vengeance. We had our hands full with everything you accidentally found out." Maggie ate some fruit, too. "Your mother had found out about Peter liking you last year while camping. Did you know she was Peter's first?" "He told me last weekend." "Very good, you two have been talking. I like that. So your mom told him that you were not ready for a boyfriend quite yet, and to wait a bit before trying to approach you that way. She promised him that she would let him know when you began to show more interest in boys, and that she would make sure that you would not hurt him. Young preteen girls can be ruthless." I grinned. She had that right. Becky and some of my other friends could destroy somebody on a whim. "I wouldn't have hurt him. I would've just told him no." "Maybe." Maggie smiled at me. "Well, I sort of encouraged you to do something with him, remember?" "When you wanted me to suck him off for your cameras?" I blushed. "Yes." She laughed. "Girl, did you ever have us scared that afternoon!" She continued. "Then Peter told us that he had made love to you in the middle of the night while camping out in our backyard. So I told him to get off his butt and ask you out." I looked at her not understanding. "Melissa, you are quite scary for a young boy, especially one who is younger than you to boot." "What makes me so scary?" Maggie chuckled. "For one, you've become quite a beauty." I blushed. "You are so adorable when you blush. But it is nothing to be ashamed of. Your face is so beautiful, your body is so sexy, your legs are so long and sleek. Then you are an excellent student, smart as anyone. You were a cheerleader last year. And you're one of the cool kids at school. Looks, brains, personality, and popular. That is a combination that can be quite scary for a young insecure boy with a crush." We were both quiet for a minute, lost in our thoughts. The more I found out about Peter the more I realized that he was quite determined to get what he wanted. I liked that, liked it a lot. Maggie said softly, "I asked your mother to please make sure that you wouldn't intentionally hurt Peter. After that he was on his own. If you went out with him, great. If you didn't want to, so be it." She took a sip of juice. "So you see, we did not set you up. We encouraged things, and we looked for the right timing. But it was up to you and Peter if you hooked up or not." She took my hand again. "Melissa, I'm being frank and honest with you now. That's really the way it was. I know I can trust you with even the biggest secrets. I'm not going to lie to you anymore, except for the occasional white lie," Maggie said, smiling. "That is not to say that I am not pleased that you've become a couple. I'm very happy for you and for Peter that it has happened. None of us know if and for how long it will last. Life holds no guarantees. I just hope that you will be honest with each other, and that you try not to hurt each other should you split up." I looked in her face. "I don't even want to think about splitting up." Maggie smiled. "I know you don't. And I tend to think that you two have a better chance to stay together for the long haul." "Why?" "I'm a big believer in not being exclusive as a couple. My personal experience and those of my friends are evidence of that. Couples that include others in their relationship tend to communicate much better than those that don't. You're already dealing with the big issue of jealousy by talking through and setting ground rules together. You'll likely continue to do that." She was right. It was the first big discussion we had. It wasn't confrontational either. It was a given that each of us would be having sex with other people. She continued, "There are other fish in the pond that may interest you or Peter. Don't deny it. If your relationship is solid then those fish can add spice to your own relationship and help keep it from becoming dull. When you're in an exclusive relationship, the other fish sometimes all of a sudden become so alluring that you're tempted to start sneaking behind your partner's back, and you start to confuse sexual attraction with love. That's when relationships usually go sour. Exclusive relationships just don't provide an easy way for outside attractions to be dealt with." "My parents talk all the time. They seem to know what the other is thinking most of the time, too. I've never seen either one of them acting jealous of anyone else or anything," I mentioned. "Relationships take work and communication from both partners. When those natural attractions for others occur, you and Peter already have the kind of communication it takes to deal with it, much like your parents as well as me and Kent. You began that communication when you agreed to be a couple on that walking path at the campground." "So that's why all of our parents are still together?" "It is a big part of it, especially being swingers. But the main reason is that all of the parents are all still very much in love with each other. They trust each other completely, and they communicate well. They tell each other everything. There are no secrets between them. Those kinds of relationships work well. The sex with others they've agreed on just allows them to have fun with others without endangering their own marriages." I sat there and didn't know what to say. Maggie laughed as she saw me deep in thought. "Melissa, a lot has happened to you this summer, especially the past few weeks. There is a lot to think about. And I do hope that you and your mom will continue to talk as openly as you have since this past weekend." Then she added softly, "Your mom and dad are really terrific people. You should be proud of them. Also talk to your dad. He's got a pretty good head on his shoulders, and it is screwed on straight." Peter was suddenly standing next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "My bed was suddenly cold," he complained with a smile on his face. "But it looks like you've talked a lot." "Yeah, we have," I replied. I told Maggie, "And I do appreciate you talking straight with me, too." She grinned. "I prefer straight talk, then I don't have to remember what bullshit story I told." We had breakfast together and then after another shower I got ready to go home. Peter was still a little disappointed over my plan to spend the night with the Thomases, but I told him he would have my mom to cuddle with all night in my bed. I promised I would spend Friday night with him. ------- Maggie looked at me expectantly as I came down the stairs together with Peter. "Ready to go, Melissa?" "Yeah." I hugged and kissed Peter one more time, and then Maggie. We went outside and I got in her car. Before she started the engine she turned and looked at me kinda concerned. "Sweetie, are you okay with what we did last night?" I put my hand on hers. "More than okay. I had a fun time. And I think it was a great birthday for Peter, too." "I'm glad you feel that way." "Thanks for everything, Maggie." "You are certainly welcome. And we mean what we said last night that you are welcome at our house anytime. And also to spend the night with Peter." "Thanks. I appreciate it." "Kent asked me to let you know how much fun he had last night, and he just thinks the world of you." I blushed a little at all the compliments. "I'll take a look at the video of last night later this morning. I'll edit it to get the blurry scenes out and stuff like that, and make a copy for you. I'll have that ready and give the disc to Peter to take with him tonight." "My mom will get to see it before me then," I said, scrunching my lips. "I can wait..." I interrupted her. "It's cool. It's not like she hasn't seen me like that before." I giggled. Maggie giggled as well. She then quietly told me, "Your mother loves looking at videos of you." I blushed yet again, while hopelessly trying to will myself not to. Maggie just snorted at my contorted face. She started the engine and backed out of the driveway. "Thanks, Maggie." Just then a thought hit me. "Maggie?" "Yes, sweetie?" "On second thought, since my parents and I are talking, I would like to tell them about last night and show them the video myself. Would you and the others please not say anything about last night to them or anyone else? I especially want to tell Doris and Colleen myself." She glanced at me. Then she shook her head. "You're quite a gal. The closer we've become as friends, the more I like it that you and Peter are together. I'll tell Kent and the others to give you a few days." I replied, "I'll call Peter and let him know where to hide the disc in my room." We sat quietly. "Melissa," Maggie spoke up again, "Don't be too hard on Pam. She really didn't have a choice. She's afraid that you may still be pissed at her. She would really hate to lose you as a friend. You two have shared so much over the years. And now that you and your parents are opening up to each other more, Pam can tell you about a lot of things. That is if you really need to know." I nodded at Maggie. Pam had always been a bit irritating to me. If she wasn't being Miss Know It All, she was often trying to get one up on me. But other than that, we could talk about anything and know it would stay between us. Pam got along well with Sarah, too. And perhaps she and Jennifer could also have fun together. It was a bit of a love-hate thing going on between me and Pam. It probably always would be, but I had learned to look past all of that while gritting my teeth. Losing a good friend was no fun either. Just then we pulled up in front of our house. Maggie took my hand and squeezed it. "Perhaps you may want to think about if you really need to know everything, especially all the details. I think with what we told you last night a lot of blanks probably got filled in. And the rest may get filled in this afternoon." I looked at her wide eyed. "What are you talking about?" "You have a date with your mom, Colleen, and Sarah this afternoon, don't you?" She smiled at me. "Yes, I do. How come you know about it?" "I talked with both of them yesterday. Doris and I have been encouraging them to finally talk to you girls. We need to get these secrets between our families out of the way. You girls are ready to know. Plus we can't have you snooping and spying anymore. After all, most of us have some secrets that don't affect you or the other kids or your family. So you have no business knowing them. Do you understand that?" Maggie spoke softly but with determination. I nodded. "I think so." Although I thought finding out secrets had been a lot of fun in the past. I had no plans to completely abandon finding out about things. Who was in a better position to say what could affect me or not? However, I was glad everyone was ready to be more open about things with me. It's what I had always wanted. "Also," Maggie continued, "you're no fun when you are angry or upset. So we want you to know what you need to know. And I for one would ask you to be content with what all of us are telling you now. And if you have questions, please ask us adults rather than snooping around. I promise to give you a straight answer and tell you everything that I can." I suddenly got very emotional. I leaned over to hug Maggie and thanked her with a choked voice. Who would have thought that wild and crazy Maggie Rayner would turn out to be so concerned about me, and become a real friend? I began to understand why the Rayners could have sex with their kids and still be a completely normal family otherwise. They were all about people and how to make others feel good. I saw that in Peter and the way he treated me, and how he had been a real friend to Jennifer, too. Maggie rubbed my back. "You're welcome, sweetie. Look at all the fun you can enjoy with your friends and with us adults. Do you really need to know so much more?" I slowly shook my head, for her benefit. I hated pretending, but I am who I am. I was always going to be stubbornly curious until I found out everything. Maggie laughed. She read my like a book. Gawd, I was just too easy. "I hope you will see it my way after your talk this afternoon. Now get yourself together and let's go inside." I got out and grabbed my purse and my bag. The album made it a little heavy. I rang the doorbell and Mom answered almost immediately. "Well, good morning, Maggie, and good morning, Mel. How are you?" We answered in unison, "Good morning, fine." Maggie and I looked at each other and all three of us broke up laughing. "Looks like you had a good time, sweetie." Mom chuckled. "I think we all did, didn't we, Melissa?" Maggie chimed in before I could say anything. "I just wanted to bring your daughter home, Andrea. I'll talk to you later. Bye. And bye, Melissa". We went into the kitchen after I dropped my overnight bag at the bottom of the stairs. "Thirsty?" Mom asked me as I sat down. "Could I have some ice tea, please?" "Sure, sweetie. So how was your night?" Mom asked after she poured two glasses for us. She sure seemed in a good mood, too. I told her all about the dinner, the sex with the Rayners, my sleeping with Peter after making love with him, and my talk with Maggie this morning. I told her everything. I held nothing back. I was sharing with her, and I liked it a lot. "You know something, Mom?" "What is it, Mel?" "I know what you mean about Daddy's cock being a perfect fit." I looked at her coyly. "Peter's cock is a perfect fit for me." Mom smiled and took both of my hands. "I'm glad for you, Mel. I haven't seen you this happy in some time." "But I'm also so happy because we are talking. It just feels so..." I was looking for the right word, " ... it makes me feel bubbly inside when I'm sharing stuff with you!" "Come here, Mel," Mom said kind of gruffly. I went over to her surprised at her rough tone, and she pulled me into her lap. She pulled me close and pushed my head against her chest. I realized that her voice had been so harsh to mask her emotions. We sat there for a long time, just mother and daughter who were very close and loved each other very much. Her hand played in my hair the whole time, like she did when I was really young. After a while of just cuddling with my mom, I told her, "You seem to be pretty happy, too." "I am, sweetheart, I really am. Over the past two nights your father and I have talked a lot about how things can be different, especially now that we can include you, and do things openly. And we saw the other night when we told you that we wanted Pam and Peter to spend tonight with us, that it actually works, that we can talk to you openly without you flipping out. That makes everything a lot easier." I looked at her. "I bet that wasn't all, Mom." She grinned. "My husband and I made beautiful love last night. After we both got rattled by you knowing about my past and then the trick you pulled on us Sunday night, and a few other things, we saw again how much we mean to each other." Her voice became real soft and her eyes were focusing on something in the distance. Suddenly she held me real tight. "We have been together for over eighteen years, and I still love Greg today as much or more as when we first fell in love." "I got a gift, too, Mom." "I know," she simply replied. Now why didn't that surprise me? "Don't you want to see my album?" I asked. "Would you like to show me, sweetie? You don't have to if it embarrasses you." "It's getting harder and harder to embarrass me," I said, which was true. "I like being your girlfriend. And girlfriends share, right?" She nodded with a smile. I jumped up to get it. We went into the family room and sat next to each other on the couch. Mom put an arm around my shoulders as I turned to the first page. It felt so weird to show her pictures of me having sex with my friends and her friends. I had fretted so much about getting in trouble if she ever found out, and here I was showing her pictures of what I had done. Though I suspected that she had seen every single one of those pictures already. Mom blushed some as we looked at the pictures of Peter with her. I grinned at her. "You look pretty hot with Peter, Mom!" She didn't say anything. We reached the last page of the album that held the disc. "I don't have a way to look at the videos," I said as I looked at her. "Let me know when you want to watch them and I'll help you. We can watch them together in my bedroom." "Too cool." I hugged her. "Just make sure you hide the album well." "I don't have a very good hiding place in my room. And then there is your diary," I explained. "I also have some other pictures that I should hide better. I can't really lock up any of that." "Let me talk to your father tonight. Perhaps we can get a cabinet that can be locked that fits in your closet. Although," she gave me a wry smile, "your brother has been known to spy and snoop around at times like some other young person I know." I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. "Could I just put my stuff with your stuff in Daddy's office?" Mom laughed out loud. "You would like that, wouldn't you? And have your own key to the cabinet to boot? So you can at any time look at the discs and pictures we stow in there? No, Mel, no way." She thought to herself for a few moments. "There may be a better option. I'll need to talk it over with your father first." A better option? ------- "Mom?" "Yes?" "We've talked about a lot of different stuff since the weekend ... including a little of the stuff that's been hidden from me." "Is there something specific on your mind?" "Yeah. When I was talking with Jamie and Pam yesterday afternoon, she told me something that kinda bothered me." Actually, practically everything they told me had either bothered or pissed me off. One thing that was particularly eating at me involved the night when Kent and Maggie revealed to me the sex going on between them and their kids. Penny had called that evening inviting me over. When I called home from the Rayners later that night to tell Mom I was staying over, she asked me if Pam was at the Rayners with me. I had just found out yesterday from Pam that Mom knew exactly where she was at. She was with Mom and Daddy at our house ... in their bedroom along with Jamie and Sarah having sex together. "What was it?" she asked me. "You remember last Tuesday night?" "When you stayed with the Rayners, and learned a whole lot more about how close they are as a family?" I was a little astonished she remembered the details of that night so quickly. "That's the night. Well, Kari told me that Pam was spending the night with Mike." "And?" she asked, not looking nervous about anything, totally catching me by surprise. I forged ahead. "Remember when I called that night to say I was spending the night?" "I sure do," she replied way too confidently. She was definitely not worried about what I was referring to. I was sure I had her nailed though. "You asked me if Pam was there," I reminded her, leaving the unasked question hanging. "I remember that," she replied, still acting like there was nothing wrong. "You knew where she was." "I sure did. She was getting fucked by your father at the time in our bed. He was really pounding her hard, too. You should've seen it." Whoa. Totally not what I expected. "Um ... why did you ask me if she was home when I called?" "Melissa..." she started, accentuating all of the syllables before pausing. Shit. I was so busted. "Before you left here, you told me you were going over to Pam's house. I asked if you were spending the night with her, remember?" I nodded. "You said you might stay over. Now you didn't actually say a name, but who did you want me to believe you were going to see and possibly stay over with?" I scrunched my face and bit my lip. "Pam?" I squeamishly replied. "Uh huh," Mom simply replied. There was no need to say anything else. I thought I had Mom caught dead being deceptive with me. I had a noose all ready to hang her with. The knot was all nicely tied, just like in the movies! Instead, I walked right up the steps of the gallows and put that noose around my own neck. I even put the hood over my head. Mom didn't have to do a thing. Would she now pull the lever and open the floor beneath me? "There is a load of laundry that needs to be washed, and a load in the dryer that needs folding. Would you mind doing it for me now?" she asked me too sweetly. I sighed. "Okay..." I ruefully replied, just happy she wasn't mentioning anything about being grounded. She snorted and kissed my cheek. "C'mon," she said, standing up. "We can do it together, sweetie." ------- I quickly put the album with my bag and then joined Mom in the laundry room. As we stood there folding clothes, she asked, "Pam and Jamie told you a lot of things yesterday, didn't they?" "Gawd, did they ever! I was surprised Pam admitted to all the stuff she did." "Honey, some of that I wished I'd told you myself," she said and sighed. "At the time, I just didn't know how." "It's cool, Mom. Neither of us was good at talking to each other." "You can ask me anything you want. Some things I can't tell you, but I'll answer what I can." I leaned into her and gave her a quick hug. "There is a lot I'd like to know still..." "That's what scares me," she replied, grinning at me. "Bullshit," I stated. "I think you've enjoyed telling me stuff." "Watch your mouth, young lady!" she suddenly blurted out, taking me by surprise. "You're pissed because I said 'bullshit'?!" I incredulously asked. "There's that potty mouth again!" she firmly said. "What the..." I started to say, bewildered, before shutting my mouth. She was freaking me out! "Bend over, young lady!" "Mom?!" I called out anxiously. "Do it! Now!" I bent over and leaned against the washing machine. Mom then surprised me when she yanked my shorts down. "No panties. Only slutty girls go without panties." I looked back at her like she was possessed or something. She looked at me firmly, but with a hint of an evil smile. Oh shit. WHACK! "Jesus fuck!" I exclaimed, straightening up. She hit me fucking hard with her bare hand! "Lean back over, young lady!" she firmly stated. I did as she said, and then asked, "Why are you..." WHACK! "God dammit, Mom!" Both of my butt cheeks were on fire. I couldn't even remember the last time Mom had spanked me, especially bare assed! She then started rubbing my butt cheeks. Then she pressed her hand to my pussy, and slid her fingers along my slit. "You're soaking wet, honey. What were you saying about not liking spankings?" "I ... I ... well..." "Uh huh," she said, smirking before holding her fingers close to her mouth, seductively licking my juices from them. She then stepped behind me and cupped both butt cheeks. Putting her mouth next to my ear, she said, "You've the sexiest butt, baby girl. A little spanking now and then would be perfect for your perfect ass." She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me around to face her. "Give Janet a chance to make you feel good, baby girl." "Are you freaking serious?" I incredulously asked. "Honey, there is a reason some people enjoy that kind of thing at times. There is a close link between pain and pleasure. With the right person, it can be a fun experience." "You like that kind of thing?" "Maybe once in a while. I'm not a big fan of it though. I've only had it done to me a couple of times." "So why would you think I would like it any better than you?" "I don't know if you will. If you don't like it, at least you can say you've tried it out. So you won't have regrets for not daring to try." "You want me to let her give me another butt whooping?" "I want you to give her a chance to show you just what she can do when neither of you are rushed like you were Sunday morning. That's all. And not just with your butt either." "What do you mean by not just with my butt?" "There are other areas of your body that can be stimulated just like your butt, dear." I swallowed hard thinking about what other areas she was referring to. "If I do let her whip ... whatever ... and I can't sit down afterward, I'm gonna spank you," I told Mom. "You will?" she sneeringly replied, reaching further down behind me to grab a bare butt cheek in each hand, pulling me tightly to her. "Um, yeah," I replied, our mouths very close together. I could feel her breath on my lips. She could probably feel mine as well. Our lips were so close to touching. She then leaned her head a little closer, fleetingly brushing her sexy lips softly against mine before pulling her head back, my lips almost following hers. She was teasing me like a lover. So I did the same to hers. Her breathing was deeper, and she was slowly squeezing my butt cheeks. I went for broke and pressed my lips to hers. She was ready for it, meeting my tongue with her own. Our mouths opened at the same time, as we deeply kissed. I reached behind her to hold her butt cheeks through her shorts, squeezing them as we stood there making out in the laundry room. She pulled back slightly for a moment before gently biting my bottom lip and tugging it, letting it slip away. It just enflamed my desire for her mouth even more. I moved my hand to hold her head, twisting my mouth against hers, snaking my tongue with hers. She then pushed me backwards until I was leaning against the washer. She practically yanked my shirt over my head. "It needs washing anyways," she huskily said. "And so does this," she added as she reached behind me and had my bra off in record time. She then grabbed my sides and lifted me up, setting me down on the washer. It was in a spin cycle. Her tongue began spinning around my nipple as she played with the other. "Is it true what they say about washing machines?" I asked panting. After sexily flicking my nipple with her tongue, she looked up at my face. "You tell me, baby girl." "The vibrations are kinda nice." They were more than nice. I felt them throughout my body. I decided that I needed to do the laundry more often. She reached down and pulled my shorts completely off, and then spread my legs wider by pulling my hips to her. "Grind your pussy down on it, honey," Mom said huskily. I started moving my hips back and forth, pressing my very wet slit against the top of the washer. It was also getting very wet from my juices, which made it even nicer. "That's even better," I said a little shakily. She placed her hands on the insides of my thighs close to my pussy, holding me down more firmly against the washer as I squirmed back and forth. Her mouth moved back and forth to each of my breasts, sucking and pulling firmly on each nipple until I was humping too quickly for her to keep her mouth on me. I leaned my head back and moaned as a felt an orgasm approaching. "Oh, Gawd NO!" I wailed in disappointment as the spin cycle ended before I could get off. I whimpered as I dropped my head in the crook of Mom's neck. Then her fingers went to work, two of them hooking into my pussy and fucking me good while grinding against my clit. She knew exactly what to do to get me wailing. As I began to cum, I pressed my mouth firmly against Mom's neck and squealed loudly as my whole body became rigid. It went on for Gawd knows how long. Finally though, Mom slowed down, allowing me to begin to relax. She seemed to instinctively know when I couldn't stand anymore. All moms should be cool like that. As I held onto her, catching my breath, she asked, "Mel?" "Yes?" I raggedly replied. "Did you give me a hickey?" I pulled my head back and looked. "Oh, my Gawd, Mom. I'm sorry." We both started laughing. "Your father is going to enjoy my explanation," she replied, moving her mouth to my breast, biting my nipple softly. "Do you want me to explain it to him?" I asked, giving her a wicked look. "I better. He's going to want one too if you tell him." I pouted at her. "Don't pout at me, missy," she admonished me. "You've already given one of your parents a hickey. It's my turn to give one out to your daddy, unless you want one instead?" "I think he deserves something ... but I don't mind being greedy..." I teased. "I think he does, too," she replied. "But it's okay to be greedy sometimes. Just let your man know you'll make up for it in your own special way," she explained, kissing the tip of my nose softly. "Do you ever get yourself off on the washer like that?" I asked her. "Sure, and the dryer, too. But it's hard to beat the spin cycle on a washing machine, especially if it's a little off balance." "You're so fucking cool, Mom," I grinned, biting my lip. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked me, smiling expectantly. I nodded. Mom walked over to a cabinet on the opposite wall that she kept cleaning stuff in. She pulled out a small bag and stepped back in front of me. She reached in and pulled out a dildo. It was about average size for the ones I had seen, and was shaped just like a real cock. "You use that?" Shit, why hadn't I ever looked there? I wondered where else she kept stuff hidden. "Uh huh." "But you can't keep your clit against the top of the washer if you're fucking yourself with that." "Maybe not, but this is a special dildo," she said, and showed me the base of it. It had a suction cup on it. "Oh my Gawd, Mom! I bet that is awesome!" "Spot on, missy," she said as she pressed the base against the top of the washer between my legs, close to my little cunt. "It's a homemade vibrator!" she proudly stated. "Can I try it?" "Not right now," she said, lifting me to help me off of the washer. "It's my turn," she winked, sliding her shorts down her sexy legs. "And you need to go get some rest. I'm betting you didn't get nearly enough the last four or five nights." Actually, last night I had slept great in Peter's arms after all we had done earlier with his parents and Penny. "Did Maggie tell you everything?" I asked, my mouth hanging open apprehensively. I wondered when she even could have! "Not yet, but maybe I'll call her later," she winked. "Now go before I whip..." I was running out the door before she could finish. I did stop long enough to see her climbing up on the washer. "Go!" she ordered, while smiling at me. ------- I went upstairs and took the album out of my bag. I reloaded my bag for my next overnight stay with Doris and the good Pastor, and then settled on my bed. After my orgasm on top of the washing machine I was a little tired but also wound up. I flipped through the album pages slowly studying each picture. I blushed at some of them. My Gawd, I really was a little slut. I remembered Mom asking me if being a slut had to be a bad thing. I knew I had to think about that some more after all the things I had done. When I put my album in my hiding place I took out the other pictures I had of me and other people having sex. I put them in the album, too. I also pulled Mom's diary out and held it in my hands. I decided to read some in it. I took it with me back over to my bed and stretched out with it. I opened it and scanned through the first entries really quick, looking for anything that could make for an interesting read. The one thing I noticed in common with all of the entries was that Mom never wrote out anyone's name. It was always a Mr. X, Mrs. X, or Ms. X. If it involved more than a man and woman, she used other letters like Y and Z to refer to them. She also referred to H and C at times, which I assumed was Heather and Connie from Pimp Central. And of course, Pimp Central was the OCS which stood for the Office of Community Services. Pimp Central would have been a much cooler name, but I understood why they had to use a totally lame ass name for it. The early entries looked like they would be fun to read, but I wanted to read something really wild. Finally a late-September entry caught my eye. Mom had used a letter D to refer to a girl, and there wasn't a Ms. or Mrs. In front of it. So, I got a little more comfortable, and started to carefully read it. Dear Diary, had another OCS date last night, a Friday to Saturday overnighter. I was to see Mrs. X, a first time visit for me. H. told me it would be a girls only date. The taxi took me to a large house in a posh neighborhood up on the hills. A very attractive woman in her middle forties opened the door after I rang the bell. After introductions and the usual preliminaries she led me into a huge sunken living room which was exquisitely decorated. The wall towards the valley was totally made of glass held by a dark metal framework. I was impressed. I looked out the window. I could see the steeple of the university chapel from up there. Slowly the lights were coming on. The scenery was terrific as the city below began to sparkle. I saw her reflection in the window as she walked up to me. I studied Mrs. X some more. She looked about the same height as me and had a well proportioned trim hour-glass figure. Her body looked like she worked out regularly. She wore a one-piece expensive looking jump suit made of cashmere that clung to her curves. Everything in this house reeked of lots of money. During past dates I had learned that the very wealthy could really have fun and not be hampered by hang-ups. I decided that this was going to be such a fun date. She placed her hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them, and asked me if I enjoyed the view. I told her it was incredible. She pulled me back against her and stroked my hair for a second. Then her hands rubbed along my flanks before moving upwards to cup my breasts. I turned my head and we started to kiss. Our tongues were playing in the other's mouth. We both knew why I was here and she didn't waste any time. My nipples were getting hard as her hands continued to gently squeeze my breasts through my clothes when she whispered in my ear that she had a little surprise for me, and asked me if I had ever done a lesbian threesome. I told her I had and that I thought those were fun. Anything for a paying customer. And I understood why H. had said that this was a date with an extra fee. She asked me to come with her and we walked up the steps to her bedroom. It really was a surprise that she had in store for me because on the bed in a frilly little see-through nightgown sat a young teenage girl. Mrs. X told me after I recovered from my shock that this was D., one of her neighbors' daughter, that she was 16, and that they had enjoyed an affair since last summer. She had seduced the girl who had been more than willing to experiment with her. Mrs. X's husband didn't know about them so they could only get together when he was gone. He was on a business trip to China until next weekend, so they had played with each other every day. She liked to occasionally hire girls from OCS to keep her company during her husband's frequent absences. D. had wanted to try a threesome, so Mrs. X. had purchased my services for the night. Well, I had worse dates. Mrs. X asked me to unzip her and she took her jumpsuit off. Clad in just bra and panties she climbed onto the bed and lay down next to D. She moved easily into Mrs. X's arms and I could tell they had done this before. I slowly got undressed while they were kissing very intimately and touching each other all over. I lay down next to them and watched them for a bit. Mrs. X motioned for me to get in on their game. As they were still kissing I decided to start a little lower on the girl. I rubbed her legs, moving her nightgown higher up her thighs each time. Her legs opened and I kneeled between them. I pushed her panties aside and started licking her pussy. She tasted so sweet, all clean little girl pussy taste. She soon started to squeal, muffled by Mrs. X's mouth still kissing her. But her hips were bucking, and suddenly she grabbed my head pulling my face tight against her pussy while she came, and then just as suddenly she pushed me away. I sat up and grinned at her. She was panting hard and had her eyes closed. Mrs. X sat up too, pulled me close, and licked the girl's juices off my lips. It got totally wild after that. We took the rest of our clothes off and licked each other in all different combinations and positions. We would lie on our sides like a triangle licking each other's pussies, or one of us would lie on her back and the second between her legs and the third sitting on the first's face. Then we also played with different vibrators and even fucked each other with a double dong. I totally lost count of how often I came. Finally we got to the grand finale. Mrs. X brought out two strap-on dildos. D and I put them on. Mrs. X got on her hands and knees, D started to fuck Mrs. X's pussy and I pushed into D's pussy. It took us a while to get the rhythm right, but we did manage. D and Mrs. X came almost simultaneously and it was a good thing the house was empty of other people. We made that much noise. D said afterwards that it was such a wild feeling, fucking and getting fucked at the same time. I would have liked to try that too, but suddenly Mrs. X looked at the alarm clock and jumped up. D had to go home immediately. It was already a little after 11 p.m. She was already a little over the time she was allowed to stay out. We kissed and she seemed a little shy as she said goodbye to us. She had her clothes hidden underneath the bed and she quickly dressed in shorts and a top without any underwear. I stayed on the bed as Mrs. X showed her out. When Mrs. X returned she said that D's parents probably wouldn't even notice their daughter coming home late. I made out a lot more with Mrs. X but our clits were getting overly sensitive and our pussies more than a little sore. So we quit and went to sleep. She held me in her arms and I got a little sentimental. It reminded me of sleeping in my mom's arms after a bad dream when I was a little girl. Thinking about it I felt that I needed to find time soon to go home to visit with Mom and Daddy. When I woke the next morning Mrs. X was still stretched out next to me and watching me. She said I looked so sweet when I was sleeping. We made out a little but soon discovered that our clits and pussies had not yet recovered. Then she slapped my butt and said we should both get cleaned up. She would shower first and then I could get into the shower and get dressed while she fixed breakfast. She asked me what I would like and I told her some pancakes and some scrambled eggs with bacon. I was ready to head downstairs and was startled to see D rushing from a bedroom to the hallway bathroom. She was naked. What the fuck? I heard the shower running and knew I had a few moments to snoop around. I went to the bedroom D had come out of and noticed a rumpled bed in a typical frilly girl's bedroom. I saw a large picture on her dresser. I almost screamed when I took a long look at it. There was D in a graduation gown standing between Mrs. X and a man who I assumed was her husband and D's father. It was a graduation picture from junior high and had a date from this summer with the name of the school printed on it. It hit me like a hammer. D was Mrs. X's daughter! They had wanted me to think she was somebody else's daughter. And she wasn't sixteen like she had said but rather fourteen. When her husband was away, Mrs. X was not only hiring escorts but was also having an affair with her own daughter. Oh shit. I wasn't sure how I felt about getting paid for sex with a fourteen year old in an incest game ... and the husband not even aware of it. Being a prostitute was illegal enough. If Mr. X caught us, I could get locked away for life! I made my way downstairs quietly as I heard Mrs. X on the phone. She was obviously talking to her husband and she told him that she had lived through another lonely night and that D was fine and had stayed home last night for once. I snickered. I thought the night had been quite eventful for Mrs. X as well as for D. Breakfast was uneventful. Afterwards Mrs. X called a taxi for me to take me back to campus. So, Diary, on the way home I already thought how I would feel about having sex with my daughter, when and if I had one, behind my husband's back. Would I feel right about it? Would my daughter even want to have sex with me, helping me with cheating on my husband/her father? I didn't think I would want to hide it from my husband, would he understand or perhaps even get into the game himself? Or would he not want to know, perhaps not even considering it cheating, if I had sex with another female? Even if it happened to be our own daughter? When I pictured myself doing that with my daughter, I got really turned on. My daughter would definitely be even prettier than D. I imagined her lithe, young, developing body, her tits still small, her pussy hair not too thick yet, her face still so innocent. If my clit hadn't been so sensitive I would have rubbed one out while fantasizing. I had to think back to D and Mrs. X. Last night D had seemed fine and well adjusted, she was so eager to lick her mom's pussy. Her mom was just as eager. They had at times looked like they were making love and weren't just having lesbian sex. It was obvious to me her daughter was a willing participant. But did D ever use this as a tool to take advantage of her mother? She could easily blackmail her mom by threatening to tell her father. How is their relationship now? Was Mrs. X still able to be D's mother? D had to know that she could cause a shit-load of problems if she squealed. She was in a position of strength now with her mother, if she wanted to be. The inherent threat of going to her father or even the police gave her a powerful weapon to manipulate her mother into doing just about anything she wanted. They may have enjoyed the seduction and the first times they were together, but how had things changed between them since? Had D pushed her mom into hiring "Tamera" or other OCS girls to do the threesomes? Was it really their first threesome? It was hard for me to tell what was really going on between mother and daughter. D might just enjoy doing things with her mom, and so far didn't do anything to take advantage of her. The idea of being discovered cheating while doing something so illegal with an underage girl would keep me from doing it. For all I knew, though, Mr. X could know everything, and they had agreed to never discuss it. That would explain the phone call. I was betting on it just being cheating though. That was my date, Diary. And likely the last with Mrs. X. I put Mom's diary down. Wow, what a story. Mom seemed as conflicted then as she was now. I bet she was having the same thoughts now as she had about the woman in the diary entry. She didn't seem put off by the idea of having sex with me. Could Mom be more worried how it would change me and our relationship for the worse down the road? Or how I might end up viewing her as I got older, worried I could end up hating or even disowning her? I understood now why Mom seemed to want to do things with me and Jamie ... at least at first ... and wasn't totally against me doing some things with Daddy. She was firm about no fucking though. Thinking again about D and Mrs. X, Mom also had quickly recognized that the girl was in a position of strength over her mother. Could that be intimidating her too much when it came to doing things with me and Jamie? I would never risk hurting my parents. I knew Jamie wouldn't either. But we were both still kids who could change dramatically as we got older. Did I really want my family to go as far with sex as the Rayners had? The more I had done with my parents this past week, the less the idea intimidated me. I thought back to my talk with Sarah on Monday morning. The sex with Mom and Daddy didn't scare me, but I wasn't sure about how things would be afterwards. I really wanted my parents to be my mother and father above anything else, and not just two adults I had sex with whenever any of us got horny. But I knew that that might not be so easy if we ever went all the way. The few times with her and Daddy had been wild and it had been fun. Most of it was spontaneous. But I guessed what we had done so far had only been fun because I had wanted to be included. I really hadn't had full blown sex with either of my parents, and I remembered how awkward I had felt yesterday afternoon when we had brought each other off with our fingers. I would just have to let things continue and see where they ended up. ------- Mom knocked on my door. "Ready to go, Mel?" she asked. She looked a little uneasy. I closed her diary and put it away in my hiding place. I grabbed my overnight bag and went downstairs with her. She got her keys. We went outside and got into her car. It was only a short drive. Neither of us said anything at first, I sensed that Mom was kinda tense. I was nervous, too, about the conversation we were about to have. "Mel," she suddenly said, "this talk will not be easy for me or Colleen." "I'm nervous as heck. I mean, I'm glad this is happening, but I'm also anxious what it will be all about and what will come out of it," I interrupted her. Mom gave me a quick sideways glance. "You've found out so much lately, and you've been so busy with things," Mom scrunched her face, "Colleen hasn't had a chance to talk with you. Please don't hold that against her." I felt a little irritated, but kept my voice soft. "She's had plenty of chances to be straight with me." Mom didn't answer me on that one. She just said, "Please be nice to Colleen, will you promise me that?" I threw my hands up in the air and let them drop in my lap. "I like Colleen. I'm not going to yell at her. But I want her to talk straight to me, you know? No more bullshit, no more secrets?" Just then we pulled up in font of the Clarks' house. Mom just sighed. ------- We got out and I rang the doorbell. Colleen and Sarah greeted us at the door. We went inside. We hugged and kissed only briefly and then sat down. Mom and Colleen sat on the couch together. Sarah and I sat in chairs next to each other that Colleen had arranged before Mom and I arrived. We were sort of sitting in a circle. They seemed as tense as I felt. I certainly didn't feel as bold as the day before. Sarah had poured all of us a glass of ice tea. We looked at each other expectantly. I was wondering who would start this 'talk'. I looked first at Sarah, who shrugged slightly, then at Mom and finally at Colleen. She caught my glance, gave me a pained smile and took a deep breath. Colleen began. "Melissa, Sarah, we have enjoyed watching the two of you growing up over the past thirteen years. You've become two beautiful and sexy young ladies, and Andrea and I knew you'd have a friendship that would be much like ours. We never expected to be raising our own clones though," she half-chuckled. Mom was grinning at both of us. I kept my head down as I felt my face getting a little hot, but gave Sarah a quick glance. She had blushed slightly, too. "We know the two of you've been talking lately," Colleen added. "We like that because good friends shouldn't keep things from each other. At least not for very long." She sounded sincere, so I believed her. Doris had said the same thing, too. I looked at Mom who smiled at me reassuringly and nodded in agreement. "But that also means you both found out some things that we had kept from you. That's why we need to have this talk today. So, girls, it's no longer a secret to you what Andrea and I have been doing over the past year or more with the two of you." "You mean swapping us?" I asked a little petulantly. "Well, sweetie, it may appear to you that we swapped you," Colleen answered sweetly, trying to keep things light and easy. "But it wasn't really meant to be a swap in the sense that we were giving the other our daughter. That's not what we had in mind. Rather we wanted to allow both of you to learn about sex in a positive way. As mothers we couldn't seduce our own daughter. So we agreed that we would help the other's daughter to learn about sex. We set out to attempt to gently introduce both of you to sex by seducing the other's daughter. And we really meant, 'gently'." I glanced at Sarah who was already looking at me. She looked very uncomfortable. I was certain then that she and Colleen hadn't been talking like I had been with Mom and Doris, or even with Maggie for that matter. Nor was she quite bold enough to push the issue unless she was being pushed herself. It was clear to me that it would be up to me to break the ice and ask our moms the hard questions. The problem was Mom had asked me to be nice to Colleen. I had long ago realized putting people on the spot was a quick way to find out things. However, it wasn't the nicest approach. But I didn't want to come away from this with 'you're too young to know' again either. So, I had to not act like I was too young to know. Colleen then placed her hand on Mom's thigh, looking at her. It was like her cue to say something. I wondered if they had rehearsed this before. Maybe they had done something similar with Jamie. "I suppose you girls would like to know how all this began?" I was surprised things were going this easily. Sarah and I nodded together. "A little more than a year ago Colleen and I thought it was time for both of you to learn about sex. We wanted you to learn from experimenting, but we didn't want you experimenting with your friends who wouldn't have any more experience than you had. We wanted you to learn from the two of us, and our husbands." I nodded, accepting what Mom was saying. "So, Colleen and I looked for an opportunity to get you two started. Last summer we arranged for you girls to spend some nights together without a baby sitter. We hoped to get you girls involved with each other ... followed by the two of us getting involved with you." I looked down at my knees as I said softly, "You know, Mom, that's not exactly the way it was. Julie and the Walcotts had already seduced Sarah and done things with her long before Sarah seduced me. The Walcotts then asked Sarah to seduce me." I tried hard not to get pissed off once again about their deceiving me over the past year. Mom and Colleen looked at each other uncomfortably. They obviously had wanted to avoid what the Walcotts had done with Sarah. It became very clear to them that Sarah and I had revealed more to each other than they had guessed, and had put the puzzle together ourselves. "I even saw a video of the Walcotts doing a blindfold game with Sarah, and Sarah told me what happened." Mom and Colleen gasped when I mentioned the video. Sarah hadn't ratted on me. I was so proud of my bestest friend. I looked directly at Colleen, and asked, "Did you talk to the Walcotts and get them to ask Sarah to seduce me?" I reached for Sarah's hand. "Sorry, I brought that up, chica. But if we're gonna have this talk, then I want everything out in the open." Sarah looked at me and straightened up. "I agree with Mel. Everybody has kept so much from both of us. I don't like all these secrets anymore either. Please be straight with us now," Sarah said pleadingly. The two women stared at each other. Their script for this talk wasn't going to work anymore. Even I could see the signals going back and forth between them that it was time to just air all the dirty secrets. "I was the one who talked to Terri, sweetie, after I'd discussed it first with Colleen," Mom answered me. "As you now know, Sarah had been doing some sexual things with Terri, Brent, and Julie. So I talked to Terri after she and Brent had done some things with Sarah." "Why did you talk to Mrs. Walcott instead of Colleen?" I asked, beating Sarah to the punch. "After all, it involved Sarah just as much if not more than me. She was the one becoming a player for the Walcotts, with the specific goal of getting me involved with adults too. You guys were taking this to a whole different level, whether Sarah knew it or not, by getting her to seduce me." Colleen answered for Mom, "Your mother offered to help after she saw how nerve-wracking all of it was for me." She then looked at her life-long friend. "It's always been easier for Andrea to do things that are very risky and daring." Sarah curiously asked her mom, "You didn't want us to get involved, and Andrea did?" "No, that's not it, I did want you involved. But it's never been easy for me to be daring, sweetie. Oh, I can be wild with the best of them after things get started. It's actually initiating things myself sometimes that's the problem for me." "It is for me too," Sarah replied understandingly to her mom. Like mother, like daughter. I then asked Mom, "After you talked with Terri, you and Colleen then set up things so Sarah could seduce me?" They nodded. "Wait," Sarah blurted out. "Mom, did you get the Walcotts and Julie to start doing stuff with me?" "It wasn't quite like that, honey," Colleen looked at Sarah. "You had quite a crush on Brent Walcott when he was your teacher. Your father and I saw the opportunity that you perhaps might be comfortable trying some things with him and Terri. I did encourage you to go over to see Julie, hoping that something would perhaps happen between the two of you. Julie had been doing some things before then." Holy shit. Julie must have had sex with the Thomases when she was really young still. Maggie had balked at revealing what had happened with Julie. Perhaps Mom or Colleen might be more forthcoming? I decided to try to find out. "So Julie had already had sex with Pastor Thomas and Doris?" Mom and Colleen gasped again and looked at each other. They weren't prepared for that one. Maggie hadn't told me anything other than that Julie spent afternoons with Doris beginning when she was eight. Sarah had a curious look about her. Colleen looked at me. "Mel, what makes you think..." I interrupted her. I spoke softly and with an even but firm voice. "Colleen, please no more misdirection. Maggie said she couldn't tell me about others. So if you can't tell us about Julie and the Thomases, then say so. But no more deceiving or trying to throw us off. Please don't play us anymore." Mom and Colleen gave a big sigh. With any script they might have prepared ahead of time for this talk now useless, this wasn't going to be as easy for them as they had hoped. I had found out too much. And they realized that I had no intentions of holding my questions back. Mom then replied, "Julie was involved with Doris and Bradley then." I turned to Sarah who looked at me wide-eyed. Apparently she didn't know about Julie and the Thomases either. Sarah now looked at her mother wide-eyed. "Did you ask Julie to seduce me?" I could feel Sarah's pain. She was finding out a lot, just like me. "We didn't ask Julie," Colleen replied. "You and Julie started that entirely on your own. Honestly. Yet when Terri discovered the two of you actually fooling around with each other like we had hoped, she let me know. Then your father and I discussed the idea with her and Brent ... the idea of them seducing you. And since you had such a crush on Brent we thought you might be comfortable trying some sexual things with him and Terri." I wondered if Julie had known instinctively what was expected of her. Or perhaps her big sister Kari had suggested that Julie fool around with Sarah. But now there was something that didn't add up for me. I asked Colleen, "Then why did you ask me to seduce Sarah since she was already involved?" "It was the simplest way to get you involved, honey," she replied to me. "If you initiated doing more with Sarah, then your mother and I would know you really wanted to do it. If not, I'd have backed off." She looked at Mom, and then back at me, "Neither of us wanted you to feel like you had to do it. You seemed very willing with me though. Girl, were you ever willing at the time." Colleen grinned at me and I blushed. She was right. I had been very willing to have sex with her. The next question came to mind immediately. "But, why did you have to lie to me? And why couldn't you just talk to me about it? I had already started kissing and touching Sarah. I thought I was in trouble since you 'caught' me with Sarah." Now Colleen looked extremely uncomfortable, but her voice was steady as she answered. "Well, Melissa, what would you have expected me to do? How would you have reacted if I or your mom had told you that all your friends were having sex and that we thought you ought to learn about it, too? And then asked you to go upstairs with me so I could lick your pussy?" Colleen looked at me intently. She held my gaze as she continued. "I think you would've bolted from our house screaming." I sighed deeply. She was right. It was probably what I would have done. "But you did use my fear of being in trouble to your advantage," I pointed out. She took a deep breath before answering, "Yes, I did the first time. And I'm sorry I did it that way. I honestly didn't know any other way. I had to break the ice with you. If you had shied away, it would've ended there, and I would've made it clear to you that you weren't in trouble." "I believe you," I told her. "And I probably would've bolted. But why was I last? Everybody was playing me. And while that was going on, Sarah got to be with Mom practically ALL the time." Sarah objected to that, "Wait, chica. I wasn't spending all my time being a cheerleader. You were even working with the team when you weren't one anymore. After the cheer competition season was over, you signed back up for gymnastics when you probably already knew you weren't going to try-out again. I think you were afraid to tell Ms. Stanton any sooner than you had to, knowing she would hound you to change your mind. And even when you did tell her, and tryouts were also over, you were STILL helping the team practice on the side until the school year was over. You didn't have to do any of that! You could've spent time with me ... or doing WHATEVER you wanted ... including fucking my parents!" Yikes. Sarah was seriously fired up. She wasn't finished with me either yet. "I didn't start up doing gymnastics with you again because I already knew you would likely quit the squad before long. I knew you were getting tired of it all. I know you better than you think, Melissa Livingston. I already had a lot of free time, and my best friend wasn't around. So don't get mad at me for what I did without you." "Look, Sarah. I'm not mad at you. I just ... I dunno..." "Feel sorry for yourself?" Mom interrupted me gently. "No ... well ... maybe." Colleen then said, "Honey, Bob and I would've loved to spend more time with you. And he would've loved to do things with you much sooner. Remember when you came over last summer to spend a night with Sarah while we went out? You wore no bra under that cute little sundress so that your breasts showed through. Remember? I told you that I had to suck Bob off in the shopping center parking lot that night. Bob and I would've really loved for you to suck him off as early as the next day. But you were always tied up with things at school. Sarah didn't do anything with your parents that you couldn't have done with us ... if you hadn't been involved with everything that goes with cheering." "Yeah ... but then neither would you have had a cheer outfit for Sarah to wear," I sarcastically replied. I quickly glanced at Sarah. She looked a little spooked and pissed at me. Looking quickly at Mom, she definitely was spooked and pissed ... more pissed than anything though. That didn't stop me from saying what was on my mind though. Sarah said to me, "Mel, it's just the way it happened. You were either at school or at games after school all the time. I got hooked on being with your parents. And as far as your cheer outfit goes, Ms. Stanton didn't even have you turn it in when you were supposed to. She kept hoping you would change your mind before summer camp, and you know it. She would've made a spot for you on the squad. Look, Mel. It's nobody's fault how it happened. It just did." "Yeah, but you got pampered, had nice things bought for you, and got taken to a fancy hotel and places. You were treated like a princess by my parents, especially Daddy. And, yeah, you're probably right about my cheer outfit and Ms. Stanton." I was wondering why Sarah suddenly was so adamant that it just sorta 'happened'. I didn't really buy that. "Wait, Mel," Mom quickly interrupted before things got really out of hand between me and Sarah. "Colleen and I hadn't thought Sarah would want to spend so much time with your father and me. But would you have expected us to kick Sarah out and hurt her feelings? Or should we have forced you to do things that you might not have been comfortable with? Colleen and Bob would've loved to have you over, and would've done all those kinds of things with you ... and I'm sure they still would. You developed a little differently from Sarah and got interested in sex with boys a little later. That is neither good nor bad. Sarah's right though. It's just the way it happened. Don't get mad at her about that." I sighed. Looking at my best friend, I said, "I'm not mad at you, Sarah! But were you crushing on my mom and daddy?" She blushed deeply. We looked at each other and I saw the pleading in her eyes. I quickly glanced over at Mom who had turned a bright pink as well. "Melissa..." Sarah started, but I interrupted her. "Don't answer. It's okay," I told her. It wasn't my intention to embarrass her, but I had. Looking again at Colleen, I told her, "Look, it's just, it seemed like whenever I was here, I was blindfolded to play games with others. It seems to me that you didn't want to spend time with me. Looking back at those times, it seems to me that you always wanted others to fuck me. Maybe I would have liked to have been with just you and your husband instead of playing games with others then too ... like Sarah got to do with my parents. I just wish I had been given a chance..." Colleen looked a little lost and didn't now what to say. So Mom answered for her. "I know, baby girl," Mom replied. "Just because it hasn't happened yet, doesn't mean it still can't. And don't forget, you had Jamie at home that whole time. It wasn't like you didn't have someone to fool around with when you were home. It is what it is, Mel. You were a cheerleader. Sarah was an only child with free afternoons. It really is just the way it happened." Fuck. I hated it when Mom was right. And no matter what Sarah was doing, I always had an older brother. Yeah, he was a big poopy head most of the time, but he had been a lot of fun late at night when both of us had been horny as fuck. But I also noted that Colleen had skirted the issue of them having others fuck me instead of them spending time alone with me. I would have to talk to her about that when we were alone again. I then remembered that Sarah had played blindfold games with my parents as well. Was there some agreement between the adults that they all got a chance to fuck a kid that had been newly introduced to sex? I got up and went over to Sarah, and hugged her. She hugged me back. We were cool. We would always be cool together, even if I acted like a baby sometimes. After I sat down again, Colleen sighed deeply. "Honey, if I'd suspected ahead of time that you would become so relentless in trying to figure out everything, your mother and I would've come up with a different approach. We both way underestimated you. While you and Sarah are like two peas in a pod, you have very different personalities. I honestly thought I could bring you along like your mother did Sarah, and like I did Jamie as well. But you were determined about asking questions and expecting answers. The more you didn't get the answers you wanted, the angrier you became. The more you were told, the more you wanted to know. Your personality is just so different, and I wasn't prepared for it, even though I'd grown up with your mom. You truly are just like her to the point that it is almost scary." I glanced again at Mom. I smiled weakly at her. I wasn't sure if she was taking that as a compliment or not. I actually liked the idea of being like her, especially with everything I knew about her now. Colleen then said, "I thought it fascinating that Jamie didn't seem bothered at all about whether or not his parents knew he was screwing me. His personality is simply different, and he didn't worry about it. Sarah was the same way." Colleen surprised me the way she was openly talking about Jamie. She assumed that Sarah and I knew about her fucking Jamie. How did she know? I guessed that Jamie had told Mom about his big confession to me yesterday and she in turn had let Colleen know. Jamie had already told me about it a while back though. Mom added, "I should've known better, too, baby girl. I completely ignored everything I saw that screamed you were just like me." I half snorted and smiled at Mom, who smiled back. I was trying to make this easy for them again. But I wasn't through yet. I then asked Colleen, "You told Mom everything, didn't you?" "And you told my mom everything, too, right?" Sarah asked, looking at my mom. Colleen looked at us as she spoke. "Yes, girls, we told each other everything that we did with you and how you handled it. We wanted to be sure that you both were okay with what we doing with you." I replied to her, "Then why couldn't you just tell me that my parents knew about me doing stuff with you and Bob? Why did you always give me those answers that didn't really tell me anything? Like 'your Mom only knows what she needs to know'?" Colleen had a defeated look as she sat there quietly. I took a deep breath, and asked Mom. "You wanted her to misdirect me, didn't you?" Now she had the same defeated look. I kept at Mom though, deciding to throw an admission of my own at her. "Remember the blindfold game when Peter was there? After you'd fucked Peter that whole afternoon after my blindfold game, you told Colleen that she'd handled things great so far with Jamie and me. And when Maggie told you that I suspected a lot, you replied back to her that it was all the more reason to be careful, and that you and Colleen had learned to be more careful. Daddy certainly didn't want to have to explain to me that you guys had made a video of the blindfold game!" Colleen and Mom's faces were white as sheets. I was close to tears remembering how they all had schemed together to deceive me. They looked at me and then between them, lost for words for the longest time. Sarah looked at me and realized that I was too choked up to talk. "Was that the weekend when, after I got home from my grandparents, you snuck home to get that CD?" I nodded. "Oh, my God!" Colleen exclaimed as she looked at Mom. They both looked stunned at the knowledge that I had overheard them when they had thought I was at the Clarks. My revelation had seriously rattled them. They knew the weekend Sarah was talking about and what had gone on at my house. This was big news to them, and Sarah as well. They had seriously underestimated what all I had found out and knew. Sarah then said, sounding a little angry, "Mel, they really didn't want us to know they were playing us like that. If you hadn't discovered all those things, I don't know if we ever would've found out about what happened to us." It was very quiet in the room. Colleen and Mom obviously hadn't expected anything like this. They could easily see that Sarah and I were pissed about how they had deceived us. Mom took a deep breath. I looked at her. I could tell that she had just entered serious mom-mode. "Melissa, I didn't want you to know that Colleen kept me informed about everything that you were doing with them. And the same was true the other way around for Sarah. But our reasoning wasn't what you're assuming. We are not as callous as it may seem to you. When you both were becoming involved with me and Colleen, the two of us wanted to be there for our own daughter if something happened that you couldn't deal with." Mom then asked me, "Who would you have come to if anything had happened that you didn't feel okay with?" She looked at me kinda questioningly. I looked down as I answered very softly, "To you, I guess..." "Would you have still felt comfortable coming to me if you had known I had arranged for you to learn about sex this way with Colleen? That I was condoning what she was doing with you?" Sarah answered this time. "I guess not. I think I'm beginning to understand why you did things the way you did. How about you, Mel?" "I do understand, but I also needed to know that you and Daddy were okay with what I did with Colleen and Bob. I knew she was telling you at least some of what was going on. I didn't know what though. I was fretting over if you knew too much, and what you would do to me if you found out." "Sweetie," Colleen spoke softly and looked at me, "I told you I would've never done anything to hurt you or cause problems with your parents. It was frustrating for me to see that you didn't believe me and that I couldn't satisfy your curiosity." Mom added. "Honey, we talked about all of this last weekend. I should have known that you needed me to talk to you. I should have been a better mother. But frankly, I didn't know how to start talking to you about any of this. Sarah seemed to be fine with what I told her. I tried to talk to you a few times. I asked you if you had a good time when you came home from sucking Bob off for the first time. I didn't get much of an answer from you. So I assumed Colleen told you enough. That was my bad. I can't change the past though. All I can do is try to better communicate with you now. I'm willing to do that, and I'm sure that Colleen is as well. And that goes for you, too, Sarah." Mom smiled at her little slut. We were all quiet for a moment. Sarah got up and refilled our glasses. After Sarah sat back down, I looked at Colleen, and said to her, "I had fun with you and your husband, and I want to do more things with both of you. But you see, my parents and I agreed on something, and I want you to agree as well. Please don't tell me that my mom only knows what she has to know. You told her everything, and even showed her the video of me sucking off your husband. You never even told me that you had a video of it. Just tell me what's going on. There's no need to lie to me. I just want straight answers to my questions, and no more deception. If there is something you just can't tell me, then fine. Say so." I glanced at Sarah. She was staring at me wide-eyed again. I then wondered if I had been too direct with her mom. I glanced at mine. She had this conflicted look. It was like she knew someone's butt needed whipping, but couldn't decide if it was mine or hers that deserved it more. I just decided to sit there and wait for the fallout. "You're right, Melissa," Colleen plainly stated. She looked at Mom, and they both nodded. "We'll tell both of you what we can from now on." I so wanted to do a fist pump. Sarah was glaring at me with her eyes trying to get me not to. I resisted the urge. Mom scrunched her lips, suppressing a smile after realizing exactly what I was thinking. I was feeling so much better about everything. I thought we all were. "Can I ask you to agree with us on something in return though?" Colleen inquired. "No more spying and snooping. You will talk to us first if you want to know about something, okay?" Maggie had asked me the same thing this morning. All of them were apparently really scared what else I could possibly discover. But I was convinced that without my snooping and spying we wouldn't be sitting here talking to each other, the Rayners wouldn't have been so open last night, Pam and Jamie wouldn't have confessed so much. So I asked, "How do I know what to ask if I don't snoop?" That seemed to leave everyone speechless. Colleen looked at Mom and shrugged, "She's your daughter. I don't know how to answer that one." I smiled sweetly at Mom. She knew it was a lost cause to try to get me to stop 'investigating' stuff. But Mom leaned forward to look at me more closely. "Melissa, look, this is also about mutual trust and communication. We are willing to trust you and Sarah with those secrets we can tell you. So you will have to trust us that we will tell you whatever we can. But in return that also means that you have to communicate with both of us and ask us if there is something you want to know. Or if something is bothering you. And I will communicate with you. I promise for myself and your father that we will do that." She looked at Sarah. "The same goes for you, sweetie." Colleen looked at Sarah, "I promise also for me and your father." Mom then got my attention again. "Please also consider this, honey, with great snooping abilities come great responsibilities..." I scrunched my face. She was quoting from a Spiderman movie? " ... Use your powers for good, not evil," Mom finished saying. Sarah started snickering, which got all of us doing it. "I promise," I snorted. "Seriously, Mel. You know how important it is to respect people's privacy ... and their secrets." I nodded. I knew firsthand from her just how important it was to use discretion about the things I knew and had discovered. But it seemed they wanted to set up a one-way street. They wanted to continue to spy on us kids while keeping us from spying on them. I wasn't going for that. I looked between both women. "So that means that you guys will respect our privacy, too, right? Neither you nor the others will ever again hide behind windows to spy on us kids so you can take pictures and videos of us having sex with each other?" Sarah yelped and covered her mouth. "Did you do that, Mom?" Colleen looked mortified. I answered Sarah, "I caught your mom and Maggie in the Rayners' bedroom doing that one day when we were all fooling around with Penny, Pam and Peter in their backyard. You were in the shower with the others when I discovered that the two of them were spying on us." "Oh my Gawd!" Sarah was in shock. Colleen's face turned crimson. Mom looked at me disapprovingly but I gave her my so-what look. "Melissa, you didn't have a problem with me watching you with Peter or Jennifer..." "But that's different, Mom, don't you see? I knew you might do that. That was watching, not snooping." "Jennifer and Peter might see that differently. They didn't know I might be watching." I sighed. There was no easy answer. Watching was fun, but there could always be somebody there who didn't know that they were being watched. Would I always know if they were okay with being watched and videoed or photographed? I doubted that. Colleen had recovered. Sarah threw her mom some dirty looks. I guessed that they would do some more talking after Mom and I had left. "Melissa and Sarah," Colleen chose her words carefully, "we see your point." She looked at Mom, who nodded. "We will talk to our friends and see if we can come up with a solution. I don't know one right now. But I would point out one difference, girls. We didn't watch you to discover any secrets. We enjoyed watching you kids enjoying your sexuality. And I do think that makes it quite different from the snooping that especially you, Melissa, have done in the past." "I tend to agree with Colleen. Let's leave it at that for now, girls," Mom added. "We'll talk about that some more later." In reply, I asked. "Speaking of people's privacy, what about all the sharing of videos and pictures of me? And I guess, Sarah, too?" I must have hit a sore point because Colleen replied quickly, "Mel, do you remember the first talk we had about that?" I nodded. "Remember how upset you were at the time? You were terrified your friends might see them, right?" I nodded again. "Remember what I told you? I said that if you didn't want anyone else to see them, I wouldn't share them. I also told you that sharing was a two-way street. If you wanted to see pictures of my friends, you needed to allow them to see yours. It was only fair. And you did agree to that. There are some people you aren't aware of who have seen your pictures, but they're also fine with you seeing their pictures since they got to see yours. You and I just haven't been together enough so that I could have shown you pictures of other friends that have seen your pictures and videos is all." Mom said to Sarah, "Are you concerned about that, too, sweetie?" "Well, not really." "I told you basically the same thing though, didn't I?" Mom asked her. "Yes, ma'am." "And I've shown you videos of others as well?" She nodded at Mom, replying, "Yes ma'am." I turned to my best friend. "Seriously, chica?" I asked, looking curiously at Sarah. "Seriously," she replied. Glancing at mom, before looking back at me, she added, "Your mom showed me a few at times." "Of whom?" Sarah once again looked toward Mom, who nodded her head indicating she didn't mind her telling me. "One of them was of your dad with Julie." "Before or after you started doing things with him?" "Before." I glanced at Mom. She sorta shrugged. Obviously she had wanted to see how Sarah reacted to Daddy doing things with a young girl before getting her involved with him too. Plus, Sarah had been involved with Julie the previous summer as well. So, I was betting Mom likely thought Sarah might want to 'keep up' with her friend. "What were they doing?" I asked. "They did oral together before he fucked her." Holy shit! Daddy must have had sex with Julie early this year! Julie would have been only a little more than twelve years old. Had Daddy taken her virginity? Sarah continued, "Your Mom said that the video had been made earlier that year. And then she asked me if I would like to do something like that with your father. And if I would like to give him my virginity." "Your mom asked me if I would like your dad to be my first," I stated. We both giggled. Looking back, somehow the game our mothers had played with us suddenly seemed a little comical now. I thought back to Pam and Jamie's confession yesterday. I stopped giggling. "Remember, Sarah, when we got our cherries busted?" Sarah blushed deeply. "Yeah, what about it?" She sounded embarrassed talking about it with her mother listening. Little did Sarah know. I glanced over to Colleen who looked away, her face flushed. Mom looked at her lap, her face red. "We were set up, Sarah. Our mothers wanted Pam and Jamie to fuck in front of us. And they were to try to get us to break our cherries so that we could get more involved with having sex. All in preparation for our fathers to take our virginities." "Oh, my Gawd! Mom, Andrea, you didn't!" Sarah looked wide-eyed at our mothers. She seemed more than a little pissed. I reached over to touch her hand and smiled at her. "Pam and Jamie told me yesterday. We need to talk some more. I have a lot to tell you." Sarah took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She shot a rather angry glance at her mom. But now I really wondered about Julie. I wondered if Doris would be willing to talk to me about what she did with Julie when she was with her practicing singing. Julie would have been eight years old then. Was Pastor Thomas or Daddy the first man to fuck Julie? How old was she the first time? I took a deep breath. I really had gotten a late start compared to my friends. I looked at Mom. She wasn't going to volunteer anything about Julie, it appeared. "Ummm..." "Mel," Mom interrupted, "let's stay focused on the four of us for now. Before we talk any further about Julie and whoever else, I think Terri and Brent should know and approve." I wondered if Maggie had told them about the things they had shared with me the previous night. I figured I could find out about all of this later though. Sarah anxiously blurted out, "While we're talking about privacy and stuff, what about the webcam thing you guys setup without telling us? You told Mel that only you and Dad would be watching us?" "That was a mistake," her mom confessed. "And I apologize for lying about that. Andrea and I obviously made mistakes in judgment at times. Sometimes opportunities to set things up involving one or both of you were too appealing to pass up. At the time, Andrea and I weren't sure what all you two were telling each other. I was afraid Mel didn't know just how involved you were with Andrea and Greg. I couldn't risk taking the chance of her finding that out that way. That would've been heartless." I sat there trying to blend into the chair. I had allowed that webcam session to occur without telling Sarah or Jamie that I knew it was occurring. I did later tell Sarah. I had been deceived as well when Colleen told me it was only going to be her and her husband watching us. Sarah said to her mom, "I don't mind being involved in games and stuff, but I had no say in that whole thing. Mel knew some of it, but even she was lied to. I just want stuff like that to be out in the open from now on. If you want us to put on a show, I'm sure Jamie won't mind ... and I KNOW Mel won't." I blushed like crazy. Mom said a little contritely, "It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. However, it is fun doing daring things when you don't know who might be watching." "The blindfold games?" I asked. "Exactly," she replied. "The webcam idea was a spur of the moment thing. We didn't think it through, and we did deceive you. Just like Colleen, I'm sorry about that as well." I was happy they admitted they were wrong. Sarah seemed to be as well, but she still seemed to have something on her mind. Sarah finally looked at me, and said, "I'm sorry I was telling your Mom about the stuff we were doing ... like about Pam using the hairbrush to ... you know. That wasn't right either." I looked at Sarah and smiled incredulously at her. She was grinning back at me, happy with herself for getting one over on me. She really didn't need to mention the cherry busting hairbrush though. "It's cool. I was doing the same thing, chica," I replied. "And I'm sorry for hurting you like that, too ... especially mentioning to your Mom how Jamie popped your cherry with my Mom's vibrator." Sarah blushed, before replying, "You didn't hurt me, Mel. I think they both enjoyed the things we told them." Both our Moms seemed for once to be rather speechless and embarrassed. I grinned. "True, I think our Moms enjoyed us ratting out each other." Colleen then said in an obvious attempt to get finished with this particular subject, "Can we all agree that nothing gets said behind someone else's back ... without that person's permission beforehand? That we'll talk with people rather than about people?" Sarah and Mom nodded. I wasn't completely convinced. I said, "It's cool with me, but is this always going to be just a 'me and Sarah telling you guys stuff' kinda thing?" "What do you mean?" Mom asked. "Why can't you guys rat out each other to us sometime?" Mom and Colleen looked at each other carefully. Neither seemed comfortable with that idea. "Double standard, huh?" I accused. Mom softly sighed, and said, "Honey, I said earlier that we promise to tell you those things that affect you. But we have other friends that both of you haven't met. And we could have secrets with them. And there are other secrets between our friends you do know, and we can't always share the things each of us do with others. There are things that you're just too..." I interrupted her with a hard glare. I dared her to say 'too young'. She sighed again. "Let me try this again. We're your mothers. With that comes certain rights and privileges." "You're playing the 'mom' card?" I asked, exasperated. "Yes, I am. Melissa. We're not equals here. I am your mother. Colleen is Sarah's mother. We'll be your friends and do things together when we can. It doesn't put you on equal footing with us though. You both need to understand and acknowledge that now, or we'll have to be your mothers only." I sighed. I glanced at Sarah who seemed to be giving me the look that she thought Mom was right. "Okay, we're the kiddies and you're the mommies," I cutely said. Sarah giggled at me. Mom tried to keep a straight face. Colleen wasn't as successful. "What about you, Sarah?" Mom asked her. She nodded trying to keep her composure. I told Sarah, "You're such a little ass kissing kiddie." She stuck her tongue out at me. I gave her a snarly face. Colleen then said, "It doesn't mean we won't ever 'rat out' the other. Some of us have a lot more to be ratted out about." She glanced at Mom who stuck her tongue out at Colleen. Oh wow, was she referring to Mom's past? Did Colleen know that I knew about it? Would she talk to me about it? "Look, sister. Don't start acting like you're not as big a slut at heart as I am," Mom said to Colleen, which prompted a snarly face in reply. We all giggled a little. The tension that had crept in seemed to have left again now. Mom scooted forward on the couch. She seemed to have something on her mind. "Sarah," Mom glanced at her before her eyes moved over to me, "Mel, I would like to say something that's important to me. All of what we have just talked about had a ring to it that we treated you unfairly and with little regard for you. That was never our intention. All of us, Colleen and Bob, Greg and I, we love both of you very much. We didn't want to hurt you in any way. We all have enjoyed sex a lot, and we hoped to show you how much you could enjoy it too. I admit we have made mistakes. And I apologize for them." "You two made one mistake that upset me one time," Sarah blurted out. Mom and Colleen glanced at each other with concern all over their faces. Sarah explained, looking at my mother, "I saw you over at my parents one day early last summer ... in bed with my mom having sex." Our Moms waited for Sarah to continue. "At the time, I thought you and Mom were lesbians and that you both were going to leave our dads." "Oh, baby," Colleen agonizingly groaned. "It was just a setup, wasn't it?" Sarah finally asked both of them. Mom replied, "Honey, that was my fault. I talked your mom into doing that together ... hoping it might get you interested in me since you had already been involved with Julie and Terri. I didn't think it through like I should've. If I had, I would've realized it could give you a different impression." "It's cool now. It's in the past. I was just wondering how and why you two did it. I really thought it was just an accident that I saw it." "It was a setup. In fact, it wasn't the first time we tried it," Mom told her. "Seriously?" Sarah asked, amazed at their determination at the time. "We tried once before, but you never came out of your room. Colleen had figured a way to put a mirror on the bedside table to give one of us a view of the door. The mirror was small enough that we figured you wouldn't notice it, especially while you were focused on what your mom and I were doing together. We spent about a half hour making out naked in your parents' bedroom with the door partially open. One of us kept a constant watch for any sign of you peeking in. When we hadn't seen you after about twenty minutes, we debated making some loud noises, figuring you would investigate." "That must've been the day before I did see you." Mom nodded. Sarah added, "I remember hearing voices and noises that sounded ... well ... odd." Mom and Colleen looked down, suppressing giggles while blushing. "When I came out of my bedroom, I knew the noises were coming from Mom's bedroom, but I went back in my room before seeing what was going on." "Why didn't you check out what was going on?" "Well, for one, I'm not you, Mel." I snickered at her. "But mainly because ... well ... I had been playing with myself and had the smell of pussy on my fingers, as well as my mouth from licking and sucking on them. I was expecting Mom and Andrea to still be downstairs when I came out of my room. When I realized they were in Mom's bedroom, I decided I better stay in mine until I could get to the hallway bathroom to clean up. I didn't want them to walk out into the hall, catching me smelling like I did." "Too funny," I giggled. "It is now, chica. But it wasn't at the time." I then asked everyone, "So, what happened the next time?" Colleen replied this time. "The second time was much more successful since Sarah already knew Andrea had gone upstairs as soon as she got here to talk with me in my bedroom. Sarah came out of her room about fifteen minutes after we began having sex." Mom added, "She saw us together on the bed, naked and Colleen wearing a strap-on while she fucked me from behind. When Colleen noticed Sarah in the bedside mirror, she told me loud enough for Sarah to hear to swap the strap-on with her so I could fuck her the same way. We quickly made the change so that I was now wearing it, and fucking Colleen with it. Sarah watched off and on for about another five minutes before she stopped watching us." "Yeah, I went back to my room at that point. It was the first time I'd ever seen Mom doing anything like that, or being involved with any adult other than Dad." Mom scrunched her lips, and said, "Again, I apologize for that happening." "I do too, sweetie. Scaring you into thinking we were having an illicit affair wasn't our intent." Mom then said to me and Sarah, "I'm sure there are other things we did that upset you girls." Mom looked at Colleen, who had nodded while Mom was speaking, and then she looked at us again. "But I also think that we should put those things behind us. I know, you, Sarah, have had a lot of fun discovering your sexuality, and, Mel, from what Colleen and Doris have told me and from what I've seen, you did, too. So let's look forward to having fun now that we have those secrets out of the way." "I agree with Andrea," Colleen said. "How about you girls?" "I think I would like that," Sarah agreed after a few seconds. Rather grudgingly I had to agree also. "I've learned a lot from Bob and Colleen. I do want to have more fun with you." Colleen then said, "Honey, I very much enjoyed showing you some fun new things. You were an eager learner." I snorted which made them almost laugh. What we had been doing over the past year was far from some formal instruction. "Okay, we enjoyed having hot sex with and perverting you girls," Mom replied, joining the talk. I nodded in approval of that assessment. "Did I pass the audition to become the youngest Livingston slut?" I asked. Mom snickered loudly, which got us all giggling and laughing again. It was better than getting mad and upset about what they had done with us. Yeah, it was wrong, if not perverted, to do us like they had done us. But the only thing I had to complain about was all the secrecy that I believed hurt things between all of us. "I'd say you graduated with honors," Mrs. Clark replied smiling. "I hope classes aren't over," I told her, smiling slyly. I remembered the cool moves that Sarah had fucked Daddy with Sunday night. I knew what I wanted Colleen to teach me. Mom replied, "When it comes to sex, there's always something new to experience." She stared directly at Sarah while smiling. I then decided to ask about something that I had been curious about since I learned Sarah had lost her virginity to Daddy at the same time I lost mine to hers. "Do you guys mind answering something for me?" "What is it, sweetie?" Colleen asked. "When Sarah and I started talking about the things we were doing with each other's parents, we figured out we lost our virginities on the same night." Mom and Colleen had a slightly squeamish gaze going on between them. I half-laughed, and added, "It's cool. I think Sarah and I both enjoyed it very much. But I've wondered a few times how you were able to avoid me and Sarah seeing each other that night. I mean, we should've at least passed each other on the way to the other's house, right?" Mom replied to me, "We had that planned out too. I arranged with Terri Walcott to invite Sarah over so that Sarah thought her mom figured she was spending the night at the Walcotts with Julie. Of course, Colleen knew different, but agreed. After you made it over here, Colleen called me on my cell phone and let me know while you were outside talking with Bob. Your father and I had been out shopping and then went over and picked up Sarah to spend the night with me and your father." I snorted, "You guys thought of everything." "We couldn't afford not to. Unfortunately, we weren't always so successful in planning ... because of an overly inquisitive daughter of mine," Mom snickered. "I guess you took Sarah back to the Walcotts the next morning?" "Uh huh. And then Terri called Colleen letting her know it was fine for you to come home." I shook my head in amazement. Our Moms had been determined that we were both going to lose our virginities that night! "One more question," I stated. Mom smiled wryly waiting for me to ask. "Was Sarah spending the night with you and Daddy when I went over for Bob's birthday with my cheer outfit?" She nodded. "It was one of the times Sarah spent the night with me and your father. It was a spur of the moment thing though because Mrs. Jeffcoat got sick and Sarah couldn't go to see her grandparents." "And you agreed to get Sarah out of the way so I could suck off Bob on his birthday," I said kinda caustically. "Melissa!" Mom was pissed at my tone of voice. Colleen got into our little spat. "What the hell, Andrea! We might as well let them know. Yes I asked your mother and Maggie to help me out. I so wanted you to be Bob's special birthday gift. And I wanted to see if you might like to have sex with him." I smiled gratefully at Colleen and took a deep breath. I was relieved that she got Mom to ease up on me. She looked at me as she continued. "Actually, my mother getting sick made it a little complicated, Melissa. The Walcotts already had plans of their own, and your parents and the Rayners wanted to go to a movie together. So Maggie and Andrea came up with the idea of Penny asking Jamie over for Friday night while you, Sarah, were at the Rayners. The Walcotts agreed for Kari to go over to the Rayners to help watch you kids while Penny was with Jamie." Colleen took a sip of ice tea before she spoke with a crooked grin. "Penny was to let you kids watch her getting fucked by Jamie, so you had something to keep you from leaving the Rayners' house. That also gave Sarah a chance to see Jamie in action and taste Jamie's sperm. We thought that perhaps Jamie might kinda like Sarah, and Sarah him." I looked at Sarah who blushed. I remembered Maggie telling me how I got hooked up with Peter. Had something similar happened for Sarah and Jamie? Had their mothers looked for the right timing, too? Mom took over. "So after the movie we took Maggie and Kent home and picked up Sarah. Your father took her back over to the Rayners when he went to work the next morning." I took a deep breath. Mom, Colleen, Maggie, and Terri, too, really were thick as thieves, and prepared to do a lot for each other even on a moment's notice. I asked Mom, "So, Sarah spending the night was a last second decision?" "Pretty much. When she couldn't stay with her grandparents, we worked it out so she could spend the night with us without breaking our date with Maggie and Kent." "I assume it wasn't the first time she gave Daddy a blowjob though." "No, but it was one of the first times the three of us fooled around in the backseat of the car," Mom replied with a grin, surprising me that she would tell me something like that without me having to first discover it had happened. Sarah blushed, but looked at me. I rolled my eyes at her, but also let her see that I wasn't upset she hadn't told me about that yet. There was so much still to talk about! "What did you guys do?" "We went parking down by the riverbank. There was only one other car there with a teen couple, and we parked far enough away so they couldn't really see us. They were too into each other to pay us any attention though. So, we fooled around ... kissing, touching, licking, sucking..." "Too cool," I stated. However, I felt that all too familiar jealous twinge again. I didn't say anything about it though. I didn't want to risk pissing off Mom again. "It's a wonder all your plans worked out without Sarah or I figuring things out," I observed. Mom replied, "Not everything. Some things happened in a way that we hadn't planned on. Colleen and I had hoped we each would be spending roughly the same amount of time with each of you." She looked at me ruefully. "As we already said, that didn't happen, and it hurt you once you knew how much time your father and I were spending with Sarah." "That wasn't the worst part though," I replied. "I know. I hope that has been fixed now. Just a few weeks ago, I couldn't have imagined we'd be sitting together and talking so openly with each other as we have over the past week. If anything, maybe going through all of that was what we needed." "I don't know about that, but I'm glad something really cool came from it," I said, smiling sweetly. Colleen then said, "I know I frustrated you quite a bit, Melissa, by keeping a number of things from you." I sighed. They were still keeping some things from me. But, I went over and sat in her lap, kissing her. "It's cool. I know you weren't supposed to tell me some things." She rubbed my thigh affectionately. Sarah got up and walked over to Mom, sitting in her lap like I was with Colleen. "I think it's cool how things have turned out," she said. Mom rubbed her thigh like Colleen was doing mine. It was obvious that Mom so wanted to do more than that with her. The lust they had for each other was like a blinking neon sign. I grinned at her and she blushed. She had definitely got the best out of the past year compared to me. I didn't see the point in trying to keep score though. It wasn't a competition. Colleen interrupted my thoughts, "They are really close, aren't they?" "Yeah..." "I wish we'd had more time together. I know Bob does too." "Hopefully we can ... now that I'm not so tied up with cheerleading." "Cheerleading won't be the problem now," she said, and I knew exactly who she was referring to. I think I surprised her when I replied, "Maybe Peter and I will hang out over here from now on." Sarah added, "Seems fair since Jamie and I are at your house so much." "That's because you guys can easily get me in bed with you," I smirked. Colleen then said, "You and Peter can come over anytime. I'm sure Bob won't mind if Peter tags along." "The four of us could make things very interesting," I grinned. "But Colleen, I don't want to interfere with Jamie spending time with you and Bob." I gave her a sly smile. "Perhaps sometimes it could be Jamie and me with you and Bob, so Mom and Daddy could have fun with Sarah. I just want us to be open about everything from now on." "I think some things can be just between us, unless it affects others in our families in a bad way." "But ... Mom, Daddy and I agreed to not keeping secrets from each other." Mom quickly interjected, "Well, honey. It wasn't quite that. We said if the secret involved you, then your father and I wouldn't hide it from you. That doesn't mean you get to know all of our secrets." "Okay, I agree with that," I stated. "But there is one secret you guys haven't told me yet." The two of them looked at each other carefully. "You mean... ?" Mom asked. "The BIG secret," I said mockingly. "You know, the secret you two have together." "Honey..." Colleen began, pausing. "This secret involves other people ... not just us..." "You said it's a secret that can hurt a lot of people, including you and Mom. If it can hurt my mom and my family, then it does involve me. It definitely involves Sarah as well," I stated a little too belligerently for my own good. The two of them looked at each other closely. It had quickly dawned on them that I wasn't going to let this drop. "You said Mom would reveal it to me when she was ready," I reminded Colleen. I knew I was treading very close to getting in trouble with Mom. I knew better than to talk like that around her. Asking a question like I had been earlier was one thing, putting an adult on the spot was not a good thing for a kid to do, especially one of her kids. But I didn't fucking care right then. "Melissa, I'm not ready to reveal it to anyone," Mom bluntly told me. She was looking rather fiercely at me. I fought to control my emotions. I didn't want to screw up what had become a great friendship between us, but I wasn't about to let this go so easily either. "Will you ever be?" "Maybe. Maybe not." I looked at Colleen, "Are you ever going to tell Sarah?" "When and if I feel the time is right." "So there is this huge secret involving at least the two of you that can hurt a lot of people ... and Sarah and I are supposed to just pretend like everything is all hunky dory? Seriously?" I asked, incredulously. "Honey, Colleen and I have made promises to others we can't break." I scrunched my lips thinking how convenient. I glanced at Sarah. She wasn't about to get in the middle of this. She rarely lost her cool like I sometimes did. Gawd, I sometimes wished I had her patience. I had already blown any chance of rationally discussing this with either of our moms. Mom read my face all too easily. Then she surprised me by saying, "Listen, if we were to tell you our secret, there is no way it wouldn't affect how you think of certain people. You wouldn't be able to look them in the eye without likely judging them harshly what they did or didn't do at the time, even though they were doing what they thought they needed to do when it all happened." Whoa, I thought. What the fuck happened? "When did this all happen?" "Long before you were even born, honey." "Are we enemies of the state or something? Is Guantanamo Bay in my future?" Mom half smiled, "No, nothing like that. It started with something that changed our two families in a big way." "You mean you and Daddy?" I asked, and turned to Colleen. "And you and your husband?" Mom replied, "I mean mine and Colleen's parents, your grandparents. It forever changed things, not only between them, but the relationship Colleen and I had ... and have now." I looked down, lost in my thoughts. What the fuck was Mom talking about? Forever changed how things were between her and Colleen? Between Sarah's grandparents and mine? "This happened before you met Daddy?" She nodded. "Quite some time before." "Do our fathers know this secret?" I asked, looking between them. They both nodded. I again looked over at Sarah. Her apprehensive gaze likely matched my own. So this secret not only involved our parents, but our grandparents. And I thought the sex Sarah and I were having with each other's parents was a big secret. However, our moms had come clean about the sex going on between us and each other's parents. This secret sounded like something completely different than what our two families were doing. Obviously, this secret involved something more. I had never seen any hint from our grandparents that they were up to the kinds of things our parents were doing with me and Sarah. And if anyone would have seen it, I would. If they had been, it certainly wasn't a big deal to me. After all, I had been doing sex stuff with my own Mom and Daddy lately. There would be no reason for Mom to believe I would think of them differently than her and Daddy. So, it had to be something else. Whatever this secret involved had 'forever changed' things for all of them to the point that Mom and Colleen thought they couldn't tell us. So, there was only one thing for me to do. Snoop. I knew Sarah would help me, too. Colleen moved her face close to mine. We locked eyes and we kissed briefly. But all of us could feel the tension in the room. "Honey, we've told you so much today. Let's leave the big secret for now and let's have fun together, okay?" She looked at me hopefully to see if I would agree. "I know Bob and I have got competition now," she continued. Her hand was gently rubbing my tummy. "Makes me wish I had been more forthcoming with you a little earlier." She threw a glance over to Mom who was kissing Sarah passionately. "She had it a lot easier with my daughter," Colleen said regretfully. "I wish it had been you telling me all the stuff I found out lately. But you got to be Jamie's and my first adult. So you had twice the fun, too." Colleen threw her head back and laughed. "Oh sweetie, you never fail to surprise me. But seriously, I'd prefer you stayed with me and Bob instead of Doris tonight. She means well, but can get too out there at times." I didn't reply to her directly, but I did say, "I want to spend a lot more time with you and Bob really soon. And I mean with you and Bob only." "I'll make time for you, honey," she replied, kissing my cheek. "Bob will as well, I'm sure. And it will be just us," she chuckled. Sarah didn't seem to pick up on the little dig her mom had made about Doris. Colleen knew what Doris had done with Mom during college. Sarah didn't. I was sure from that little statement alone that Colleen still had issues with Doris about their college days. Colleen kissed me harder and I could feel the longing to do more with me right now. I was ready to fool around with her, too. I broke our kiss. "Mom, do we still have a little time?" She knew what I wanted, and I could see from where Sarah and she had their hands that they were well on their way to needing a room, too. "We have a little time left, and I don't think Doris will mind if we show up a little later." I got up out of Colleen's lap and looked at her invitingly. She caught on immediately. She got up, took my hand and we headed for the stairs. When I turned around, I saw that Sarah and Mom were close behind us. ------- Colleen walked into her bedroom. I stopped at the door and motioned for Sarah and Mom to come join us. Sarah glanced at Mom apprehensively. It was clear to me she had expected to go to her own bedroom with Mom to fool around. She certainly wasn't expecting me to encourage her to be in the same room with her own mom. Mom's face lit up when she saw me waving at them. Her expression became devilish. She knew what I wanted to do. It was daring. I was daring her to be mischievous with me. I knew Sarah would follow her lead. She took Sarah's hand and joined us in Colleen's bedroom. I flounced onto the bed, and patted it to encourage Colleen, Sarah, and Mom to climb on with me. Sarah, of course, followed Mom's lead, and Colleen joined in with them. "Let's get naked," I stated, pulling my top off and removing my bra. Colleen hesitated. Mom and Colleen looked at each other. Suddenly Colleen threw her head back and laughed. "What the hell! I guess, it's pay back time. Mel is running the show this time. Your daughter, Andrea!" Mom grinned while Sarah looked at me and shook her head. A moment later, the others followed my example and got undressed. Once we were all naked, the others didn't seem to have a clue what to do next. Actually, I was certain Mom knew where I was going, but didn't know quite how I was going to get us there. She looked at me with a smirk. I could read her mind easily this time. It said, 'you got yourself and us in this mess, I'm just watching to see how you will dig yourself out of it.' 'Bad mommy', I thought. Also, while Mom and I had been doing some sexual things with one another, I was more than certain that Sarah and her mom hadn't. But I enjoyed the challenge. "Colleen, can you show us what you were using with Mom when you and she set things up for Sarah to catch you?" "Mel..." Colleen said, hesitating to do anything. "Go ahead and get it, Colleen," Mom encouraged her. I did a mental fist pump at that. "It's not like they've never seen a strap-on before." Colleen slid off the bed, taking a deep breath while doing so. I smiled at Mom, who looked wide-eyed at me. Now she was obviously wondering just how far I was going to push things. Colleen returned from the closet and tossed the strap-on in the middle of the bed. I quickly scooted closer to Mom, only leaving room for Colleen to get back on the bed next to Sarah. I picked up the strap-on, inspecting it. "I remember this one," I said, glancing at each of them. They all looked a little apprehensive, including Mom. It was do or die time, and I believed they all knew it. But who would I initiate things with? They didn't know, but I did. "Put it on, please, Mom?" I asked her quietly, putting it in her hands. Mom so wanted to balk at what I said. But she couldn't resist my dare. I had chosen well. "Mel?" Sarah softly inquired of me. I think she knew what was about to happen, or did she? As Mom finished tightening the harness on her, Sarah looked at me pleadingly, "Please don't ask me to, Mel, please? Not in front of Mom." As Mom climbed back onto the bed, and sat back on her haunches with the dildo poking out from her crotch, I replied to Sarah, "Don't worry, I'm not." I then rose up on my knees and scooted over to Mom, wrapping my hand around the shaft of the toy. I looked at Colleen, "Did you let Mom do you doggie style?" She took a sharp breath and then nodded. As I fondled the dildo, I moved my mouth to Mom's, pausing just inches from her lips to glance at Sarah and Colleen. They both stared intently, almost willing me to not stop. I had them now. I turned back to Mom and touched her lips with mine, keeping them together with hers as our kiss slowly began to intensify. Soon out tongues were dueling with each other's. The Clark girls were almost trembling watching us. "Kiss each other," I told them. They looked at each other carefully. Having watched me and Mom helped to lower any inhibitions they were feeling. They scooted closer and paused for a few moments as they looked back to watch us again. I broke the kiss with Mom as we turned to look at them, our cheeks touching as we watched them tentatively kiss before pulling their faces back from each other. Their stiff posture, keeping their hands to themselves, and their lips barely touching showed how uncomfortable they felt. "C'mon, chicas. You both kiss better than that," I playfully admonished them. They both seemed to lose any reluctance they had felt before my challenge. Mom and I watched as they kissed with open mouths. It began slowly like ours had. This was all new to them. But the kiss steadily became more passionate. Their tongues touched and flicked together like ours had. I turned back to Mom, and winked at her. She smiled incredulously at me, shaking her head slightly. Then we again kissed deeply. Next I dared her to take another big step. I moved a hand to one of Mom's breasts and cupped it, gently fondling. This got Sarah and Colleen's attention as they now watched, cheek to cheek, mouths open still. I slowly slid my open mouth along Mom's jaw to her neck, kissing the hickey I had given her earlier, and then down toward her chest, licking and sucking on her soft skin as I did. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. I paused with my partially open mouth just inches from one of them, looking back at my best friend and her mother, encouraging them both to let go. I wasn't sure how far they would go, but I was determined to see as I closed my lips around Mom's nipple, sucking and licking it. Both of them stared lustily at what I was doing. Removing my mouth, I said, "Do it, Sarah." She swallowed hard. I wasn't sure if she would or not. I didn't want to push my best friend too hard. I then knew what I had to do to encourage both of them to drop their inhibitions. I pulled my mouth away and sat back up. I smiled at Mom, and said, "Do me." I then turned my back to her, and presented my bottom to her as I lowered my head to the bed. "Fuck me, Mom." I waited. I couldn't see her face or her reaction. I closed my eyes and prayed that she would take the dare, and fuck me with Colleen's strap-on in front of her and Sarah. It seemed like an eternity before I felt her moving behind me, her hands touching my hips, and the tip of the dildo moving along my pussy lips. As she slowly pushed into me, I opened my eyes and softly groaned. I was staring at the Clark girls. They were watching in awe. A mother fucking her daughter. Their best friends doing something so naughty in front of them with no shame. Mom was slowly moving in and out of me, letting me get used to her toy cock. "Is this what you wanted, baby girl," she huskily asked. "Gawd, yes!" I loudly groaned in reply. The whole time Mom was plowing me from behind, my eyes remained on Sarah and Colleen, mainly Sarah though. Obviously, I was in a position she was used to being in with my mom. But I was certain she was amazed at what we were doing right in front of her. Then Sarah surprised me. She moved so her head was laying against Colleen's upper arm, her hand moved to her mom's thigh, gently caressing it. As our eyes locked together, she slowly moved her head to Colleen's breast. She nuzzled her cheek against her mom's soft flesh for a few moments. Colleen was now looking down at her daughter. She didn't move though, leaving it up to Sarah to take any initiative. "Yes," I softly moaned when Sarah turned her face and took her mom's hard nipple into her mouth just as I had done with my own mom. Colleen breathed deeply as she felt her daughter's lips circling her nipple. Sarah was sucking intently, moving her hand from Colleen's thigh to cup the breast she was having sex with. Colleen's hand moved to hold her daughter's head to her. With that, Sarah moved her hand to play with Colleen's other nipple. Suddenly Colleen's head tipped back, her eyes tightly closed. Her hips were bucking and I swear I was sure Colleen had an orgasm. After catching her breath, Colleen gently pushed Sarah onto her back. She stretched out beside her daughter, sliding her hand up Sarah's flat tummy to caress one breast as she lowered her mouth to suck on the other. Sarah immediately began whimpering. I began my own long hard orgasm. Mom leaned over me. "You dirty little girl," she hissed at me as she held the dildo deep in me. "Yes," I hissed back excitedly, "I'm your dirty girl!" I rode out my orgasm as Mom continued to pump into me until I finally completely collapsed onto the bed. Mom lay down on top of me, rubbing my arm as she kissed repeatedly my neck and cheek. Sarah rose up on her elbows so she could see us. Colleen caressed Sarah's soft toned thigh as she watched as well. I was panting hard. "Well, that certainly was different," Colleen finally said, causing us all to giggle. "Is this what you two have been doing?" Mom blushed and replied, "More like the two of you. This was a first for me and Mel." "And not the last, I hope," I blurted out, causing more giggles. I looked at my friends, and said, "You two looked great." They smiled uncomfortably. I sensed the same internal struggle going on within Colleen that Mom had to deal with lately. They hadn't gone nearly as far as Mom and I had over the past week, but I knew doing stuff like this would be even harder for them, certainly at first. I couldn't wait to talk to Sarah the next day. ------- "Mel, we should get ready to go," Mom said softly. "Okay," I simply replied. Mom reached for Sarah's hand, "Come with me to the bathroom. Mel, be ready to leave in about five minutes." Mom and Sarah grabbed their clothes as they headed for the bathroom. After they entered, Mom closed the door behind them. I was sure Mom wanted to ask her how she felt about what she had just done with her mom. I quickly scooted over to Colleen and we kissed for a long time. She stretched and smiled. "I've missed this, Mel. I hope you will spend a lot more time with Bob and me." I slipped off the bed and reached for my clothes. "I'd like that, and if Peter or Jamie come along it could turn into even more fun." Colleen laughed as I finished zipping my shorts. "Oh, Mel, there is so much fun ahead for all of us now that we can be open about it." "What did you think about what we just did ... the four of us?" "I'm not sure yet," she stated turning serious and paused a moment. "It was a lot of fun though. But you know, Mel, doing things like that with each other is not that easy for me and Sarah. We are not like you and your mother." "I'm sorry if I pushed you to do something both of you don't feel comfortable with." I suddenly felt a little regret. I remembered that the adults would never force a kid to do something he or she wasn't comfortable with. I ruefully thought it should probably apply to kids not forcing any adults to do anything either. Colleen rubbed my cheek. "Don't worry, honey. Things like this get figured out over time. And if I had been really uncomfortable I would have stopped you." I smiled at her relieved. "Thanks, Colleen." Colleen got up but didn't bother to get dressed. She grinned at me wickedly. "Bob will be home soon. He'll regret that he missed you." She sighed and smiled at me. "It'll be a tough night for me when I tell him about what all happened this afternoon. He'll be green with envy." I laughed. "Yeah, sure, tough night. I bet you'll enjoy every minute of it, too." Mom opened the door and came out with Sarah. We all left the bedroom together. Colleen kept an arm around my shoulder as we walked downstairs. Sarah leaned comfortably against Mom. Mom had both arms around Sarah's waist and nuzzled against her neck. When we reached the front door, I kissed Sarah softly and said, "Have fun with Jamie tonight. I know I'll have fun." She answered very softly. "Thanks, Mel. And thanks for asking all those questions. I'm glad we are best friends. I couldn't have done this without you." "Including..." I grinned wickedly at her. "But are you okay?" She blushed and nodded. We said quick good-byes and left to get in the car. ------- Wow, what an afternoon, I thought. Maggie had been right. A lot more blanks got filled in. Mom sped off. "Happy with what we told you, Mel?" She looked pretty content and relieved that this talk was over. I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish you would tell us about the humongous secret," I said overdramatically, but with a slight grin. Mom sorta glared at me. "You'll have to accept that I won't. End of discussion, Mel." I noticed that she had said 'Mel' and not 'Melissa'. I knew better than to pursue the issue any further, but I felt like the 'end of discussion' was just for the moment. "Did you have fun upstairs," I asked. "I did, and now I'm sure we're too dangerous together." I cut my eyes at her, grinning as I looked ahead at the road. She was doing the same as she drove us to Doris's house. ------- Chapter 41 As Mom drove to the Thomas's house, I thought back to our discussion at the Clark's and my mind was beginning to run on overload. I stared at the road ahead not really seeing anything. The four of us had talked through a lot of important things at the Clark's. We had cleared the air about so much that had bothered both me and Sarah. I was happy with the outcome of our talk, but I was frustrated by how difficult it had been, almost like pulling teeth, to find out some of the things. All of us needed to talk a lot more about many things. Julie Walcott and Anna Taylor and her family were near the top of my list. It was so frustrating, though, trying to get Mom and Colleen to just be open with Sarah and me. While Sarah also revealed some more things, I knew she and I would easily talk more about those and other things. I wasn't as convinced the same would happen with our moms. I glanced at Mom for a few moments before gazing ahead again. Just when I was beginning to believe she and I could talk about anything, she decided there was at least one thing too important for me to know about - the secret that could destroy the world and all of humanity! Gawd forbid that Melissa Livingston be entrusted with such knowledge! Apparently it was cool for me to know Mom used to be a paid whore and was the star of many jerk-off videos for men. What the fuck could be worse than knowing about those things? Then to further piss me off, I recalled that I was letting her borrow my boyfriend for the night. She was even going to sleep with him in my bed! And even though I was pissed off at her about this global extinction threat secret of hers, I wasn't going to stop her and Peter from fucking the night away. And it wasn't just that! I was quickly realizing I was seriously jealous of her getting to fuck my boyfriend so easily. She had her cake and was eating it too ... and throwing some in my face even. I sighed. Sometimes I can be so fucked up. Maybe I fell on my head cheering last year and just didn't remember it. Maybe it stunted the growth of my boobies too? It would explain a lot. I scrunched my lips while debating if I had lost some of my marbles along the way from just being sweet little Melissa to being an easy piece of tail for my friends and their parents. I was beginning to understand a lot better how Sarah felt when it came to Jamie, even with clear ground rules. "What's on your mind, baby girl," Mom asked looking at me cautiously. "Just thinking about church tonight," I lied, turning my head to look out the window. There was no need to rehash everything. Mom had made her position very clear about this one secret that threatened to send the world back to the Dark Ages. And I definitely wasn't going to mention my sudden jealousy to her. Of all the secrets we had discussed, that one should have been the easiest to share with me. It was obviously about her past. I knew so much about her past already that could ruin her. There was no way this one secret could be any more harmful if discovered by the wrong people. But obviously she thought it could be in some way, and thought it was too risky for even me to know. The most irritating part was she knew she could trust me! If she just looked at everything I already knew she would realize that it could easily become a disaster if I talked about those things to the wrong person. Mine and Sarah's parents were having sex with not just each other's underage kids. They were sharing pictures and videos of sex with us and other underage kids with others. Hell, the Rayners were fucking their own kids! Mom and Daddy had done some sexual things with me and Jamie, even if it wasn't full blown sex. What could possibly be worse than that? While at the Clark's, Mom and I had certainly been wild in front of Colleen and Sarah. It had been fun, but it continued to confuse me. It seemed to me that Mom and I went further every time that we had the chance to play naughty together. I really didn't know where the boundaries were that she kept talking about. It was also next to impossible to predict when 'naughty time' might occur. Maybe tomorrow she would be fucking Jamie, and I would be full of Daddy's cock. Did no really mean yes? Did she have to play 'hard to get' when it came to her giving in to full blown sex between all of us? I didn't think so. Mom wasn't that kind of person, but nothing else was making any sense. Obviously, something else was going on. And ... well ... as usual ... I was determined to find out. I thought about her diary entry that I had read earlier with the mother having sex with her daughter behind her husband's back. I didn't feel like Mom and I were cheating on Daddy with the things we had done. I was sure that Mom told him everything. I thought back to how pissed Mom had gotten when I had told her about what I had done when Sarah had blindfolded Daddy. He didn't really know who had sucked his cock. So he couldn't tell Mom for sure what had happened. That probably was the reason for her being pissed. I had done it, in a sense, behind both their backs. I had initiated sex with her husband without her knowing before or immediately after. I guess I would have been pissed off, too. So, the only sure boundary was me not doing things with one parent behind both parents' back. When it came to one of them knowing full well it was me though, the boundaries were ever changing. She had even gotten me to suck off Daddy on Monday night. Yet she seemed to balk anytime I was getting close to really having any kind of serious sex with her or Daddy. It all just wasn't adding up for me. It was getting very frustrating as well. What was really preventing her from letting go and letting it happen? When it came to what Mom was doing with me, she always seemed to stop at some line that she seemed to draw as she went along. The strap-on dildo she used to fuck me with on Colleen's bed was sort of impersonal and more like a tool. It wasn't really Mom fucking me. It was some rubber thing making me feel good. She was barely touching me with her body. She was helping me masturbate. Other times, she did touch me very intimately, but never for very long. I just couldn't figure her out. It was almost as big a mystery as her biggie sized secret. I still wasn't sure I wanted Daddy to fuck me, or for me and Mom to really be intimate lovers. Mom's thoughts about Mrs. X and her daughter in the diary entry came back to mind. How had the relationship changed between the two of them? How would my relationship with Mom and Daddy change? I knew I wouldn't use their having had sex with me to blackmail them. There was always the inherent threat that I could though. Would I accept them scolding me or not letting me do something that I really wanted to do without me insinuating I could get them in trouble? Daring them both to call my bluff and stop me? What if I was seriously angry with them at the time? I had really felt good after what we had done in Colleen's bedroom, but thinking about Mom's weirdness, my newly discovered jealousy, and the whole big secret thing had me brooding. I took a deep breath, and I noticed Mom glancing at me several times. She had sensed the change in my mood. "Everything okay, Mel?" "Yeah, I guess so," I said rather grumpily, and getting grumpier by the moment. My hands clenched into fists, and my chest seemed to constrict. I didn't want Peter to be with Mom tonight. I was angry with her, and I had to admit to myself that I was seriously jealous as I pictured Peter on top of Mom with his cock buried deep in her pussy. I wanted Peter to myself, or at least, I thought ruefully, I wanted to be with him if he fucked somebody else ... like last night at his birthday party. I hadn't felt jealous then. But I was angry with Mom now, and I didn't feel like sharing shit with her. Here I was going to spend the night with Doris and Bradley, and I was sure we would not practice singing hymns or reenacting the birth of Jesus. There certainly wasn't going to be any biblical immaculate conceptions ... at least not the biblical immaculate part. And there damn well better not be any conceptions. I had been faithfully taking my birth control pills. So if I spent the night fucking others, why should I begrudge Peter doing it, too? It wasn't that simple though. I would have to sort out my feelings. Perhaps Doris could help. "Something is on your mind," Mom plainly stated, interrupting my thoughts again. She was obviously trying to get me to talk with her. "Will you tell me what it is?" "Stuff," I muttered. No way was I going to tell her I was jealous. And since the 'secret of the ages' was taboo to know for someone as unworthy as me, I saw nothing to talk about. "Someone sure is grouchy all of a sudden." I ignored her. I knew goading when I heard it. I wasn't that easy. "Doesn't your period start in the next day or so?" What the fuck?! I turned and gazed with my mouth open at her. "Well?" I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I turned away. "I thought so," she added with a slight chuckle. Well fuck it all to hell! I was being reduced to a whiney PMS afflicted little bitch. I quickly glanced back at her. She was smirking. Fucking hell. I felt like a stupid little kid again. I had let her get to me, but I still didn't say anything. I did almost tell her to go fuck herself, but that would have solved nothing except to piss her off and get me grounded. I just sat there quietly. I was glad Mom didn't question me anymore. I think she knew it wouldn't go well. ------- When we arrived at the Thomas's house, Doris greeted us. She noticed right away that I wasn't very happy. She looked at Mom who shrugged. However, just knowing I would be staying with Doris overnight made me feel a little better. "Mel, why don't you take your bag to my bedroom, please?" Doris asked me. I knew she wanted to talk to Mom about the bug up my butt. I took my bag and went inside ... and took my time. I looked around as I walked to Doris's bedroom where I already knew I would be sleeping ... among other things. Whenever I was in her home, I felt like I was escaping from the rest of the world for a little while. Besides the obvious people, who would ever think I was up to no good with my church's pastor and his wife? I stopped just inside her bedroom. I smiled while staring at the bed. My nipples got hard, and my pussy was tingling just a tiny bit. I bit my lip in anticipation of what Bradley and Doris might have planned for me. I causally walked back outside to rejoin Doris and Mom, feeling a bit more upbeat. They were standing together talking over by Mom's car. As I was going down the porch steps, Mom waved goodbye to me and turned to get in her car. As she drove away, all I could think about was her and Peter fucking in my bed. I sighed as the upbeat feeling vanished. I couldn't get the image out of my mind. Here I was, trusting her with my very first ever boyfriend, letting her fuck him, but she didn't trust me with her big secret. Why the fuck didn't she want to tell me when it was more than obvious that it affected our family? It was affecting how I felt about her now! I remembered she had tried to tell me something about being too young before she realized how badly she was out of bounds. Then she played the mom card. What a shitty deal. I was getting more than a little pissed again. I was just about to growl out loud, but Doris took my hand as she led me inside again. We went into the family room. Doris sat down with her legs folded underneath her. She put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me close. "Penny for your thoughts," she said softly and looked at me searchingly. "Uh, like what?" I had a lot of thoughts. Which ones did she want to buy right now? "I had expected you to look a lot happier after the talk with your mom and Colleen this afternoon," Doris said cheerfully. "Yeah, well..." I said, but didn't know what else to say. Where to start? Doris shook me gently as she moved her face close to mine. "Remember? We are friends. And friends share what they are thinking, right? Didn't you find out how things got started with you?" I sighed deeply. "Yeah, I guess I found out most of it. It's just, I keep thinking about tonight." Doris looked at me alarmed. "Sweetie, is anything bothering you about what Bradley and I did with you last week? You don't have to do anything you don't want to with us." I shook my head. "No, it's not that at all. It's not about you or your husband." "Well, then?" She looked at me inquisitively. "Does it have to do with something you found out, or with somebody else? Sarah? Jamie? Or Peter perhaps?" I studied my hands. "You know, Peter is spending the night with Mom." I said, sounding a little angry even to myself. "Ah, I see. And now it's bothering you?" "No. Yes. I don't know. I'm confused." "You've really fallen hard for him, haven't you, sweetie?" I sat up, and even smiled a little. "Yeah, I was so wrong about him. And you knew it, too. You had Peter in mind when you said that somebody was interested in me, didn't you?" She laughed. "I had seen the way he always looked at you, and how he tried to hang close to you in the Rayners' backyard that day." "You knew about the blindfold game he played with me together with his mom, didn't you?" She smiled. "Sure. Your mom told me about it. And I saw the video. And the afternoon when you discovered all of us naked in the Rayners' backyard, Penny had to hold him back when we played the blindfold game with you again. He wanted to play with you then, too, in the worst way." We both smiled. "So Peter isn't a dork anymore, is he?" I giggled and blushed. "No. He's so cute and funny. I think he really loves me, and he makes me feel good." I thought back to last night and blushed some more. "I love him, too. And the sex with him is incredible." Doris hugged me. "I'm glad you feel that way. And now you're not happy about him being with your mom tonight? Your parents asked you if you were okay with Peter and Pam spending the night with them. You said you were, didn't you?" I looked at my lap. She was right. So why was it bothering me? Was it really because I was angry with her? I thought of Jamie and Sarah and how it bothered them too, what the other did with the adults. I finally began to understand their pain. But it wasn't just that. The anger I felt was brought on by something else. "So if I let Mom spend the night with MY boyfriend, then why can't she trust me with her and Colleen's secret?" I suddenly blurted out. "I know so much about everybody already. There are probably half a dozen families who would be in deep trouble if I opened my mouth. I can't figure it. How is this secret so different? I could ruin Mom with the things I know about her already, but she knows I won't. I feel like screaming!" "So it isn't really about Peter with your mom? It's really about your mom's secret, isn't it? And you're angry with her for not telling you about it?" She gently rubbed my cheek and looked at me sympathetically. I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I guess it's both, sorta..." "I understand. Tell me a little about Peter's birthday dinner last night. Maggie didn't want to talk about it without you." I grinned. "We had a great time. Maggie fixed a great dinner." Doris smiled. "Maggie is a pretty good cook. We've had some great dinners with them." "After we sat down in the dining room, Maggie and Kent talked about when their kids were born and stuff. I learned what Irish twins are." "They had their hands full for a few years - two in diapers." I nodded in agreement. "Before the main course, Peter opened my present. They all liked my gift for Peter. And I got a gift, too." "Oh? First tell me about what you gave Peter." "Mom hasn't told you?" "She has, but I wanted to hear what you think about your gift to Peter." I chuckled. "Mom got a copy of the photo, if you want to see it." I blushed a little. "I'd love for you and your mom to show it to me together." Doris was still trying to push me and Mom together. I thought that would be cool. Plus, it could maybe get the two of them talking about the Taylors together in front of me, as well. I continued, "Mr. Taylor made me push my clothes down from my shoulder. So it looks like I'm naked for the picture. I think it's pretty sexy. The Rayners thought so, too." Doris smiled. "I'll definitely have to see it next time I'm over at your house!" she excitedly said. "You said you got a gift, too. What did you get?" "I got an album of pictures with me having sex. So did Peter. Too bad there weren't any of me with you or Bradley in there." "We'll have to fix that, sweetie," she devilishly stated. "Were you surprised at what they gave you?" "Very. I think Maggie likes me a little." "A little?" Doris laughed out loud. "Melissa, Maggie is crazy about you. She is thrilled to death that you and Peter have become a couple. Do you think she would have thrown a dinner like she did last night otherwise?" "I suppose you're right." "Tell me about what else happened ... at least the parts you can tell." I definitely caught the 'at least the parts you can tell'. It was clear that Doris appreciated and respected Maggie and Kent's explicit wishes. "Peter and I looked at the pictures in our albums. Some of the pictures had him having sex with Maggie, Penny, and or Pam. There were also a lot of me with other adults and my friends. It also had a DVD with a number of videos." "Sounds like something you need to be very careful with," Doris noted. "Yeah. Maggie and Kent told us not to share our albums with Penny and Pam. I basically had to promise only to show anything in the album or the DVD to my parents, Peter, and his parents. I didn't totally understand why though. It wasn't like I was going to leave it in the family room at home or anything." "Mel, I think she only meant to stress the point that we all have to be very careful with pictures and videos. You also can't assume others know about the things that the pictures and videos show. It might well be fine for people like Penny, Pam, Jamie and Sarah to eventually know, but it needs to be done at the proper time and place." I nodded my understanding. I was so used to accidental discoveries. It definitely had caused me a lot of stress when it happened, too. But I had discovered what I otherwise might never have learned about my parents. In a warped way, it had forced the issue with Mom. I would do it all over again the same way just to get me and Mom to the point we had gotten to over the past few weeks. "We then went to the family room and talked. I learned how Penny got started having sex with her parents ... and about the babysitting." "I was glad I could help Brent and Terri out. Penny and Kari have been really close friends for some time." I wondered if it was the right time to ask her about Julie and the singing lessons, but decided to wait until later. "After that, we ended up in Maggie and Kent's bedroom. The sex was amazing..." I said, sorta blushing. "They even made a video of last night. Peter is bringing a copy over to my house tonight. I want to show it to my parents, you and Pastor Thomas, and the Clarks. That's why I asked Maggie not to tell you guys anything about last night's party." Doris grinned at me. "I like that idea." "Peter and I then went to his bedroom and spent the night in his bed." "So it was a very good night then?" "Very. I know I should be totally weirded out about the Rayners. But what is really weirding me out is that I feel like I fit right in," I stated, rolling my head like I was dizzy. "I think I'm seriously fucked up or something." "Far from it, sweetie. I adore you so much. You are so much more mature than many adults when it comes to learning about and handling people and things that are different from you. Oh, sure you flip out in your own dramatic way from time to time, but you're quick to appreciate the differences in people, and accept them for who they are." "I feel a lot closer to Maggie, especially now that she doesn't seem to feel the need to hide things from me about herself and her family anymore." "Maggie can be difficult to appreciate at first. But once you get close to her and gain her confidence, she'll open up and also be someone you can depend on to look out for your best interests." "She said that you and she have been leaning on Mom and Colleen to talk to Sarah and me." "We have. We're all hoping to satisfy your curiosity so that your snooping stops ... well, slows down at least. We all have been willing to let you in on a lot of our secrets." "Why not all of them? Seriously. What's the big deal about me knowing everything? How can little ol' me knowing more than I already do be dangerous?" "Sweetie, we grownups have secrets that have nothing to do with you. So we won't tell you those. And there are some secrets that may involve you a little, but really impact others in a much bigger way. In those cases, you need to trust those people. I'm sure you have secrets that involve others in much the same way. Have you told Jamie everything that could involve him? Peter even?" I sucked on my lip and shook my head. "Then you should understand what I mean. Privacy is important to everyone, including you. No one wants to be an open book, not even to those closest to us. Maybe even especially to those closest to us. But you may have realized, you know more secrets than any of the other kids, especially after this past week." "Including Penny and Kari?" "They're getting to be more like adults. Both of them have been involved in things much longer because of their age. You can't hold that against them. But you clearly know more intimate secrets about yours and Sarah's mother than they do ... not to mention what you know about me." "But Mom won't let me in on her big secret that she shares with Colleen." I knew I sounded frustrated again. "Melissa, secrets have one aspect similar to sex. Usually it takes at least two. Would you want to force somebody to have sex with you when he or she wouldn't feel comfortable doing it? Do you have the right to have sex with that other person?" I shook my head. "No, no way I would do that." Doris smiled. "I didn't think you would. It's the same with some secrets. You may want to know, but the other person may not feel comfortable telling you. Do you have the right to force the other person to tell you their secret?" I saw again how different Doris was from the other adults. She could be so straight and to the point. I took a deep breath. "But they said their secret affects our families. So why can't I know then?" "Sweetie, what were you doing yesterday around lunch time?" "We were at the photo studio. Why are you asking?" "It wasn't just any old studio, was it?" "The Taylors could do it on short notice." "Ahem. How many studios did your mom call?" "Just that one?" "And what happened at the studio?" "I quickly found out that the Taylors were involved with my parents?" 'She obviously didn't tell them to play it cool, did she?" I shook my head, half-smiling as I remembered wanting Mr. Taylor to take nude pictures of me while I was there. "Don't you see, Melissa? Your mom taking you camping, you finding out about the Meyers' orgies, you finding out about Janet Preston and about Jennifer, your mom admitting things to you, your mom talking to you about her past, alone and together with me, Sarah telling you things about her relationship with your parents, your parents asking your approval to have Pam and Peter over with them, your mom taking you to the Taylors' studio, Jamie confessing, Pam confessing, Maggie and Kent filling you in, Colleen and your mom admitting things to you, plus probably some other things." Doris caught her breath before she continued. "All of that has happened in just the last five days." I looked at Doris wide-eyed. It really had been an awful lot that I had found out lately. "Your mom is exposing you to things, sweetie. But she is smart. She is pacing you. She is letting you slowly find out about many of her secrets. How would you have felt if she had gathered all those people to tell you in one, let's say afternoon session, all that you have found out recently?" "I think I would have gone into overload," I admitted ruefully. "Could have happened. I know it's difficult for you, Melissa, but please be patient. I know your mom has become comfortable with exposing you to many more things, but you're not going to be included in everything all at once. Your mom wants to make sure that you can handle what you are exposed to. So who knows, perhaps she will let you know about her big secret some time." "Maybe..." "Mel, you said you knew so much about her that you could ruin her. She and I know you never would. But remember, this secret isn't just about her," Doris stated. "I'm sure you've struggled with knowing things that affected Sarah. Your mom and Colleen are struggling the same with the things they know. Give them a chance, sweetie. They might surprise you with how quickly they do tell you." "Do you know what Mom and Colleen's secret is?" "Yep," she simply stated. "Anyone else? Besides mine and Sarah's parents?" "Yep." "The Rayners and Walcotts?" "Nope." I sighed deeply. "Feel free to elaborate with your answers at any time," I jokingly said. Doris chuckled, and said, "Let's talk about something more fun." "Like what?" "Like some things you've been up to with your parents," she said, smiling and raising her eyebrow at me. I bit my bottom lip grinning. "You know your mother has been telling me practically everything you two have been doing." "Seriously?" I asked after she caught me off-guard. "Uh huh." "I'm surprised she has." "You guys have been rather naughty," she teased. "We're like the Rayners now ... just not the triple X version like them though," I replied. "We're more like the porn on late night cable channels." After laughing for a few moments, Doris said, "Sounds exciting." "It is, I guess. I've been totally shocked by how much Mom and I have done ... and she's started almost all of it." "That's the Andrea I know and love. Some people never change." "She's really told you everything?" "Well, I assume she's told me most everything. She's certainly told me a lot." Doris looked at me closely, "You know why she does, don't you?" "She likes to shock you? Because she sure loves to shock me." "No," she chuckled. "It's because your mom is very attracted to you, and she can't stand not sharing it with a best friend." "You mean... ?" "Sexually, dear. And she is terrified that she could do something to totally alienate you from her." "She doesn't act terrified to me. She just starts doing things." "That's her nature, just like yours. It's after the fact or after doing something for a short time that she becomes afraid of what she's done. I've told her you can handle whatever she throws at you, but she's your mother. And mothers worry, at least the good ones do." "I guess that's cool ... that she is worried about traumatizing me or something..." "Of course, but you don't look traumatized though." "But it's definitely affecting me. I feel so incredible when we do sex stuff together. It's very addictive. So wicked. I'm left wanting so much more. I think she feels the same way, too. I can't really explain the feeling itself. I might not be traumatized, but I'm something though," I retorted. "You're definitely something," she joked. "Ha ha," I sarcastically replied. "Lighten up, girl. You're wound up too tight." I sighed. "PMS?" Oh for fucks sake! I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. Mom had tried to reduce me to a whiny little bitch. And now Doris was doing the same to me. I was certainly not having my period for the first time. The first day was usually no particular fun, but I had never shown any serious signs of PMS before. Sure I might have tried to push Jamie down the stairs or something a few times when he was being an asshole about my periods, but that was nothing new really. The brick I threw at him that one time totally missed his head. "I know just the thing for that," she smiled. I cut my eyes expectantly at her. I figured this had to be good, one way or another. She got up and brought back a bowl full of mini-chocolate bars. I grinned. "I'm not sure if it really gets rid of PMS, but it's a great excuse to go nuts eating chocolate," she said and winked. I felt better already. "You do seem to be enjoying the things you've done with your mom." "I have," I mumbled through a mouth full of chocolate. "You certainly don't come across as being traumatized either. But I can understand why your mom is concerned. The two of you bond so easily when you both have your guard down." "It's just weird, in a frustrating kind of way. I really love it when she starts things with me. I feel so incredibly special. She gets so into it ... until..." "Until you cum?" "Yeah. It just sets me off! And I'm just getting started good after the first one." "And you'd do anything with her she'd ask after that, right?" "Gawd, yeah. But then she just shuts down." "She's afraid to go further exactly because you will do anything she would ask." I scrunched my lips. "Other than the idea of being pissed on and spanked hard, I would do anything she would ask me." "Anything includes a lot of things, sweetie, including quite a few things you likely haven't been exposed to." "Mom's not like super freaky kinky, is she?" "No," she giggled. "But it's a huge step for her to really seriously let go with you. I know how wild she can be having sex, especially with someone she is strongly attracted to, not to mention totally in love with." "In love with like a lover?" "A mother's love is just as intense, normally without the sex though. But add in the sex, and it becomes an explosive combination." I guess it had to be tough for her, being my mother - my protector, nurturer - to let me get so deeply involved in something that could get out of hand. "Don't you see, Melissa?" Doris continued, "When it comes to your mom having sex with you, it's just like with her big secret. She's concerned how you will think of her and others afterwards. She wants to be your friend, perhaps even your lover in some way. But she knows that she has to be primarily your mother, at least for a few more years. Once you're old enough and better able to make decisions and take care of yourself, then the lover part of the relationship with you won't be so scary for her." "I guess I see your point..." "Also, a full blown sexual relationship will change the family dynamics. You and your mother would be Greg's lovers. What happens if one of you feels slighted? What if your mom begins to see you as the competition? Or vice versa?" she asked me. "I hadn't thought about that. Do you think it would help if I talked to Mom?" I asked. "It would be better if you did instead of me. I can tell her what I think you feel, but you can tell her so much more convincingly," she said. "Do you know what you really want?" I thought about that for a minute. I had talked to Sarah about it, but I hadn't really considered much more about what I really wanted to do with my parents. Would I be comfortable going all the way with Mom as a lover instead of the brief episodes we had? What about with Daddy? Or would I prefer not to take the final step of having a full blown sexual relationship with either of my parents? Could I resist wanting more? How would Mom feel about me with Daddy? Would she end up seeing me as competing with her for her husband's love and affection? "I'm not sure what I want. But I'm never sure about anything. I just go with my gut feelings at the time." "Do you want to have a relationship with her like Maggie has with her kids?" "As long as we both can handle it." "Now you know what she's concerned about. Let's say all the parental issues were no problem. Now, look at the Rayners. They are very kinky and get a little crazy at times because of it, but you and your mom have the potential to be so incredibly wild on the spur of a moment. She enjoys doing sex things with you. But she worries that you might get hurt along the way. That's another big part of why she puts the brakes on even though she may have been the one starting something with you." She was right, at least about Mom. The things we had done had started so suddenly when they happened. I certainly knew I was capable of that kind of thing as well. ------- We sat quietly for a few minutes. Doris looked at me from time to time, but she knew I needed to think some more. I sighed. I wished I had someone to talk to who was going through the same thing. Sarah and I had always had each other since we were little. But until this afternoon, she hadn't done anything with either of her parents. After pushing her and her mom together earlier, she probably needed me more right now since I had already done quite a bit with my own mom. I wondered if Mom felt the same when she started being a prostitute, wanting her lifelong best friend to lean on for advice. But much like Sarah hadn't participated in sex with her parents, Colleen wasn't part of the OCS thing along with Mom. Doris was though, and I'm sure they leaned on each other quite a bit the whole time. I knew there wasn't an easy solution. So I pushed it to the back of my mind for now. But thinking about Mom and her two best friends, I remembered something Colleen said near the end of our talk at her house that left me curious. I decided to ask Doris about it. "Doris, what's up between you and Colleen?" "What do you mean?" "Well, near the end of our talk earlier, she said something like she wished I was spending the night with her and Bob tonight instead of with you. She said that you mean well, but that you can get 'too out there at times'. She didn't say it as a compliment either. "Hmmm. Well, I think I know what that is all about. It involves things that happened years ago ... when we were freshman in college." "Is it about the porn and prostitution?" "Yes, but there's a good bit more to it than just that. Don't get me wrong. Colleen and I are good friends, if not close friends. Bradley and I have spent a lot of time with Colleen and Bob, and not just to have sex." "I don't get it then." "When we all first moved into the dorms as freshmen, Colleen started crushing on me after we'd hung out together for a few weeks. We even became a close intimate couple, but I put the brakes on things after a short time." "Why?" "The OCS." "Oh," I grimaced. That had to hurt Colleen at the time, her lover breaking things off to become a prostitute. "The OCS preferred we didn't have any intimate connections with others that could possibly backfire. Jealous partners can create a whole lot of problems. It even happens in the porn industry." "I guess Colleen didn't take things well." "You got that right, and what made it worse, your mom was doing it along with me. Colleen and your mother have always been like sisters. And I broke into that relationship and took Colleen's sister away, so to speak. I'm also sure Colleen felt like I had played a big part in getting your mom involved with the OCS. We both needed the money. But Colleen never liked what we were doing. I know she tried a number of times to talk your mom out of it. And, of course, then your mom ended up going with me to California..." "Did she get really mad with both of you?" "It wasn't all anger. It included a lot of jealousy because she wasn't involved as well. Colleen remained a friend to me, and especially to your mom. But, she saw what we were doing as keeping us all from being even better friends. Colleen also saw the dangers of what we were doing. Your mom and I were having too much fun though. I think if we had really pushed Colleen, she would've likely gone with us to California as well." "I take it the OCS didn't want her as a prostitute?" "She didn't have the personality they were looking for. They wanted girls who weren't afraid or hesitant to do new things. They needed girls who would try new and kinky things that their 'dates' wanted to do ... within reason of course. I seriously doubt it would've gone well with Colleen, and the OCS probably picked up on that quickly." "So they looked at her as a possible prostitute?" "Not at first, but they did when Andrea asked about possibly including her. She definitely had the looks and body, and still does for that matter. It's a big part of why I fell for her early on. After the OCS scouted her out a bit, they decided she likely would end up quitting after her first few gigs, if not sooner. On her own, she wouldn't have been daring enough to do what was expected of her. It was a shame, because with her looks, she would've been a very well paid coed." "I guess I understand how she probably felt then. The girl she had a crush on and her lifelong best friend were being wild and daring together, and she felt left out." "It wasn't quite that bad. The three of us did a whole lot together. We did so much together that some might have thought that we all were actually sisters or something." "You'd be a terrific aunt," I wryly smiled. "We'd be even better sisters," she winked. "I'd have loved being your big sister. Close sisters share everything." "I couldn't wear your clothes, but we could share makeup and gossip," I grinned. "And boyfriends, too," she added, smiling wickedly. "Speaking of ... when are you going to bring Peter around to see me?" "Wait. You want me to share him with you, too?" "Sure, but that's completely up to you ... sister." "You've really never been with him ... doing anything?" "Nothing. It's not that I haven't wanted to. The opportunity just hasn't been there, so far." "I guess fair is fair. You do share your husband..." I said before she interrupted me with a finger against my lips. She locked eyes with me and was suddenly very serious. "Nuh uh, girl. You never should feel obligated to share the person you love. If you want to, and if he wants to also, then cool. If either of you doesn't want to, it's just as cool. No quid pro quo." "Huh? No squid what?" "Quid pro quo ... tit for tat." "Is this a 'bees knees' thingie?" I replied, shaking my head at her weird sayings. She laughed at me. "Mel, it means no deals or required trades when it comes to the person you love. You share because you want to, and for absolutely no other reason." "You say weird stuff like that to pick on the little kid, don't you?" I wasn't pissed at her, but she seemed to get a perverse pleasure out of my youthful ignorance sometimes. "I only pick on people I adore," she said, leaning in to kiss me. "And while you might be a kid, you're smarter than quite a few adults." "What if Peter came with me to church next Wednesday night?" "Why not this Sunday?" "I'm going with Mom to my grandparents this weekend." "Good, then next Wednesday is fine with me. I'll check with Bradley, but I think he will love the idea, too." "I think it'll be a lot of fun," I stated, biting my lip. "I know it will be. Peter's got great taste in girls." Her saying that reminded me he was getting another taste of Mom within the next few hours. I frowned as I thought about it. "You really are jealous, aren't you?" "Yeah. And I wish I wasn't." "It's normal, honey. But you know, I'm sure he is just as jealous of you being with me and Bradley tonight." "You think so? Cause boys don't always think when they're about to get laid. The little head does all the thinking." We giggled together. Then she replied, "I doubt you ever leave his head, whichever one is doing the thinking." "The four of us together should be pretty wild." She smiled wryly and nodded. "And you won't be jealous if I take him into my bedroom and fuck his eyes out? While you do the same with Bradley in the upstairs guest bedroom?" "I'll be jealous if he doesn't share what he learns from you with me later," I grinned. "You know, I've never seen your upstairs area." The Thomases had a split-level house. I had never been in one before. I figured without kids, they only used the upstairs area mostly to store stuff. "I'll show you later. There is a play area up there as well ... for when sitting isn't the only thing being done," she grinned. I definitely wanted to see the upstairs now! Doris then said, "You know it would be no different next Wednesday than it is tonight, right? He is just a little further away ... but is with someone you can trust even more than me." "I know..." "Love makes things very complicated, especially when it comes to sex with others. Swingers deal with it all the time. It never becomes completely comfortable. It's all about trust, sweetie. It'll get easier for the two of you as time goes by, but it will always be something you will have to work on together. Communication is the key, sweetie. You can't hide things from each other. When you begin to, that's when relationships begin to fall apart." "Do you and Bradley talk about everything?" "We talk about everything we each know the other should know, especially if it turns out the other didn't. If I even think he might be upset finding out days or weeks later about something I did with someone else, no matter how insignificant I might think it is, I tell him just to be safe. Couples get to know each other's insecurities. We all have them to some degree. You have to always keep that in mind ... and keep the communication going." "So if I give you the most intense orgasm in the history of orgasms, you'll tell him and it won't hurt him to know a teen chica outdid him?" "I wouldn't tell him that way. I'd tell him this sexy little chica did this certain thing with her tongue and lips that gave me a really awesome orgasm, and then I'd get him to start practicing your technique on me until he perfects it." "I see what you mean. That's cool." "Even though you may not be together, it doesn't mean your man can't enjoy what you did. Remember, swinging is something you do together, even when you're apart. It takes effort by both people to make it work though." "So I should ask Peter what he does with Mom tonight?" "Sure, but do it in a way that he doesn't feel like he's being interrogated. Make it a real sharing experience, not an inventory of what each of you did. It should bring you closer together. If something does bother either of you though, talk it out and adjust your ground rules if needed." "You're pretty smart." "No smarter than you, sweetie. I've just been doing this a few years longer with Bradley is all. It really is all about getting to know your partner better. That takes time." "I'm getting to know practically everyone for the first time lately." "You're getting to know the side of people that others usually never see except for their mate." "Duh. I doubt many girls know as much about their parents' sex life as I do!" "You're getting past the façade that most all parents present to their kids. I think you've handled that very well though." "I guess. But how many kids actually lust after their parents?" "I doubt very many do, much less have a chance to act on it. And if I'm not mistaken, the latter seems to be what's bothering you." I nodded slightly. "Like I said before, you're not the only one in your family that it's bothering." I looked directly at her. "Both your parents are dealing with their similar feelings and desires." "I know Mom is..." "Your father is too, hon. Probably even more. Your mom has her own issues to work through, but your father is dealing with more of a moral one." "Sex with his daughter? But we haven't done that much together. A few blowjobs and some touching..." "Even the limited things you've done with him have got him debating if he should've allowed any of it to have occurred. You're his baby girl. You'll always be his baby girl. But will you find him disgusting sometime down the road? Will you start thinking of him as just some perverted child molester?" "He fucks Sarah like it's no big deal." "Sarah isn't his daughter." "He treats her like one." "He probably treats her like he would like to treat you, but feels he can't. Face it sweetie, you're his baby girl. You always will be. That dramatically changes things when it comes to his feelings." I sighed. "It just ... he goes out of his way to fuck Sarah and other girls. He never even starts anything with me! He has to know I won't freak out if he did. Fuck! I've swallowed his cum straight from his dick, for gawd's sake!" "Don't be so hard on him, Mel. Put aside his concern about hurting his relationship with you for a moment. He's still dealing with morals that have legal consequences to boot. We all are. Legally, I'm a pedophile. So are your parents, and the other adults you've been involved with. We're all having sex with underage girls and boys. It's an incredible turn-on for us, including both your parents. We all disagree with where society has drawn the line as to what is moral and legal, but that doesn't make us immune to the consequences. And they become even more severe when it involves your own child. A century or two ago, it wasn't a problem for a girl your age to get married and have children of her own. But even then, incest was something frowned on by most of society." "I know it's a big thing. But Mom doing the things she's done with me lately makes me want a whole lot more." "Just with your mom or also with your dad? Other than the one time when you wore the hood, he hasn't really tried to initiate things with you yet like your mom." I had to think about that for a minute. I had done more with Mom, and she had made me cum several times. I had sucked Daddy's cock twice and he had rubbed himself against my slit on the couch the other day and during the blindfold game at the Clark's. But he hadn't made me cum yet, though I had certainly gotten him off and had swallowed his sperm already. I was only sure that I wanted to do more with Mom. Would I seriously want to have Daddy's cock in me if the chance was available? Deep down I knew I would likely jump at the first real chance without thinking about it. That was what I did - jumping before looking. But would I later regret it? Doris looked at me. "While I still think it would be better for you and your mom to talk about all of this, do you want me to talk to her and have her cool it?" "Gawd, no! I just hate all the halfway doing stuff. As soon as Mom and I start getting into something, she slams the brakes on." "So you're just frustrated?" I nodded. "Do you want to do the things Sarah does with her and your father?" "Sarah and I talked about it. I think I would like to, but..." "See, even you aren't absolutely sure what you want." "I just don't want things to become just about sex. It's the afterwards that's scary." "Bingo." I sighed in frustration. "What should I do?" "I'm not sure, sweetie. The best recommendation I can give you is to go out of your way to show you're fine with the things you're fine with. You also need to communicate with your parents openly how you feel about doing sexual things together. It would help them if they knew your deepest inner feelings about sex with them." "Even that I'm not sure about doing it with them?" "Especially that." "And if I want to try something with them, should I take the initiative more?" "Maybe, but don't overdo it. You all need to feel your way through this, and come up with the boundaries you want. Remember what we said earlier. Sex usually takes at least two. It's just as important that your parents are comfortable doing things with you." "What if Daddy and I fuck, and I don't want to do it anymore. Not that I've freaked out or anything. I just decide I want Daddy to be Daddy, and not a lover." "If that were to happen, you really need to talk things through with him so that he doesn't feel he's hurt you in some way. This happens to a lesser degree with friends who are swinging together. Sometimes there isn't a real sexual connection, but you don't want to lose the friendship. It can be very awkward, and sometimes the friendship suffers." "So that's what my parents are worried about too?" Doris nodded. "Sex can be so complicated," I groaned. "It does change things. You can only hope it changes things for the better." "I guess I'm not sure how far I want to go with my parents then." "It's why the Walcotts and Clarks decided sex with their children wasn't for them." I thought about what I had forced to happen earlier at the Clark's. I hoped I hadn't pushed Sarah and Colleen into starting something they really might not want to do. Based on the things Sarah had told me before, I thought she would be open to doing some things with her parents, but likely wouldn't initiate anything on her own. I wasn't nearly as sure how Colleen or Bob felt about the possibility of doing things with Sarah. My gut told me neither would initiate things with her. And now Doris told me that the Clarks had decided they didn't want to have sex with Sarah. But was that still the case? Had Colleen changed her mind? She and Sarah had started to suck each other's nipples as they watched Mom and me. She had told me then that they would figure out things and that she would have stopped me if she had been really uncomfortable. So if they all had the desire to try to do more with each other, would they have the same concerns as me and my parents? I made a mental note to talk with all of them about it. Those were going to be very awkward conversations. I pictured Sarah and her father rubbing against each other and thought about doing things with my daddy again. I told Doris, "The few times I rubbed against Daddy while we were naked, especially the time his cock was against my pussy, I really wanted him inside me. But later, I was almost glad it didn't happen." "I think you've done the right thing not rushing into doing more with your father. Eventually, all of you will find what you're comfortable with. It could be the occasional oral sex that you've been doing. Time will tell. Just be patient." I snorted. "Me? Patient?" I laughed. "You're patient in your own special way," Doris stated, and then giggled with me. "I figured the Walcotts would be having family sex parties similar to the Rayners." "I wouldn't call what the Rayners do a party. But the Walcotts do have sex in the same room with each other quite frequently. Sorta a family orgy. But Brent and Terri don't touch their kids like Kent and Maggie. That could change over time, but I actually think it won't with the Walcotts. See what I mean about finding what you as a family are comfortable with?" I nodded. "Why didn't things ever seem to be a big issue with the Rayners? They seemed to ease right into screwing each other." "No, Melissa. Maggie and Kent went through much of the same thing when it came to Penny. I remember the discussions we had as a group about it. It took them some time to come to an understanding of what they all wanted and could be comfortable with. It wasn't easy at all for them." I looked at her in amazement. "Surprised that we actually had discussions like that as a group?" "No, not that. The Rayners told me you had all talked about it. It's just hearing about the things that came up. I mean, it's not something I'd ever expect to hear a group of grownups discussing. It sounds like it was so easy for you guys to do." "All of the families had a lot at stake. If even one person was caught doing what we were doing already, it could expose everyone before all the damage was done. So it made those kinds of topics, as unlikely as they might have been in the past, important to be openly and honestly talked about between all of us. Also, intergenerational incest is a major step for any family to take. Maggie and Kent had already talked extensively between themselves about the implications of actually having sex with their kids. They decided they wouldn't push it on Penny, but if she showed signs of initiating it, they would talk about it before they allowed it to happen. We all agreed with that approach, and that we all should do the same if put in the same situation." "It obviously didn't take them long," I noted. "Penny was craving to do it, and so they went ahead with her. It worked out well for them. It took some time for them to agree on some ground rules about when and where and such, but it never created a big issue for them. When Pam was old enough, they went through the same thing with her, and of course Peter after that." I scrunched my lips as I listened. "Mel, talk with Peter about it." "I don't see the point. Even if I decide I really want to go all the way with Daddy, Mom has said fucking isn't going to happen between our parents and me and Jamie." "You should still get Peter's side of things. It could help the two of you to grow closer, too." I knew it would be an interesting talk. I thought back to that night I had seen him fucking with his mom for the first time. But I was sure he would tell me everything, and I would tell him the things I had been doing with my parents, if Mom hadn't already told him. "Have my parents talked about it with 'the group'." "No, because the issue was mostly settled when Maggie and Kent became involved with Penny and Pam. Since then, only Peter has become involved with his mother." "Do you know of other families like the Rayners?" "Yes, but I'm not at liberty to tell you about them, at least not yet." "Do they go to our church?" "There is one other family with children that are members of our church that have been exploring intergenerational incest for some time now." Whoa. "Their whole family is involved ... like the Rayners?" "Uh huh." "Do my parents know about them?" "We all know about them. I get the feeling you will very soon as well." "So I'm not gonna have to snoop to figure out who it is?" I warily grinned. "No," she said, chuckling. "But just like everyone else, they have to be careful who knows about them. But the cat is pretty much out of the bag as far as you're concerned. This is one time you can be pretty sure you won't be left in the dark." I thought about whom that could possibly be. My first guess was Anna Taylor's family, especially after what I had discovered during the photo session. That seemed the most likely family. But I didn't know how deeply involved her family was yet. Anna's brother, Andrew, was only nine years old! Would they actually involve someone that young? What would I do with a nine year old boy? When I fooled around with my cousin, I was nine and he was eleven. We didn't even know what to do, other than touching and kissing. I'm not even sure he had seen a pussy before mine. He liked rubbing his cock against me, especially my pussy. He kissed and tried sucking on my nipples, which some boys had more of than I did at the time. He didn't even try finger fucking me. He did rather enjoy me holding his hard cock. To me, it actually made a little more sense for Tammy Addison's family to be the one. Gawd that would be so wild if it were! Tammy was already into having sex with adults, specifically the church's youth minister and his wife. The only other family that would make sense to me was the music minister's family, the Thorntons. Their daughter, Belle, was one year older than me. We had never really hung out though. It could be just her parents that were playing around with others. "Your mother mentioned that the two of you had an interesting morning," Doris said, raising her eyebrow. I blushed as I said, "She instructed me on the many functions a washing machine can have." "So that's when and how she got that hickie," she said, giggling with me. "At the car I asked her who gave it to her. She nodded toward you, but then said she had to leave and I could ask you about it." "I was so frustrated when I hadn't cum before the spin cycle ended. So she started finger fucking me and grinding against my clit while I sat on the washer. I was cumming so hard. I had my face buried in the crook of her shoulder. I didn't realize I was biting her!" "Wow," she simply stated. I think she was really amazed we had done that. She added, "You two have clearly come a long way in a very short amount of time!" I blushed while biting my lips. Then she asked, "And this afternoon?" "We used a strap-on together in front of Colleen and Sarah." "Wow. They watched, huh?" "They also did some playing together ... kissing and even sucking each other's nipples some." "Colleen and Sarah?" she asked, astonished. "Uh huh. I sorta goaded them into doing it." "I can believe that! But I'm surprised Colleen actually did it with Sarah." "More surprised than you were when you found out Mom was doing stuff with me ... with and without me wearing a blindfold?" "Definitely. Colleen has told me before that she couldn't imagine having the courage to start something with Sarah. As I said, they had already talked about the idea of sex with Sarah when the whole deal with Penny was going on. Things can change though over time. But then with you and your mom doing things right in front of them, I shouldn't be surprised." "Well, I don't know what happened after we left. I'm not even sure they will talk about it." "Well, it'll be interesting to see if they go any further with things, especially when you aren't around." "I hope Sarah will at least dare to try some things with them. I doubt her parents will." "You're probably right. Knowing Colleen like I do, if it was to happen, she will likely need a little more prodding ... along with Sarah. Bob is also likely to have the same concerns as your own father. There is nothing simple or easy about any of this." I scrunched my lips as I thought about it. "You want them doing things together, don't you?" Doris asked. "Yeah..." "You want your best friend experiencing what you are, right?" "Uh huh..." "You know because of what happened this afternoon, Sarah is going through some of the same thoughts and feelings about her own parents as you are about your own." I bit my bottom lip, considering what she had said. "You're afraid of Sarah not doing the same things as you, right?" she asked with concern. "Well, yeah. She might start shying away from me or something ... because I'm doing it and she isn't." "That's a really selfish reason, Melissa. And it's rather insulting to Sarah that you think she might do that. Be careful you don't alienate your best friend in the process." "But I'm afraid of alienating her by doing what I'm already doing with my parents!" "She's stuck with you through everything so far. And you have stuck with her knowing what all she has done with your parents. I just don't see it happening. Do you see it happening now?" "Well, not so far..." "Just be careful, honey, with encouraging them too much though, they need to find their own way. Don't push things, and keep what's important in mind. You're never going to lack for sex, girl. Best friends aren't easy to find though," she said, poking me. I nodded my understanding. She made sense. But, I was determined to come up with a plan to at least nudge Sarah and her parents to be a little playful together, like Sarah and her mom were earlier. "I'd love to be there when they do more though." "That goes without saying..." "First Mom, now you're reading my mind." "I didn't have to read your mind, sweetie," she leaned in and kissed me, which she couldn't break after I wrapped my arms around her neck. I finally let go, though. It took her a moment to compose herself. It became clear she still had some things to talk to me about before we got too physically intimate. "Your mom did mention she encouraged you to spend some time with Janet." I looked at her for a moment, surprised she brought that up. "Yeah. She thinks I'll end up regretting not at least trying it with her." "I think you would, too, even if you do end up not enjoying it. Experimentation itself can be a lot of fun with people you trust." "You mean the trip to someplace can be more fun than the place itself?" "Absolutely. Spankings and related things for many people can be very erotic if done with care. Yes, there usually is some level of pain involved whenever you're doing S&M type things. A skilled Mistress can usually quickly figure out what each person's tolerance level is when it comes to enduring pain, and when pain goes from enhancing sexual sensation to actually just being painful and a turnoff." "So you've done it before?" "Let's just say I'm very familiar with the things Janet will likely try out with you," she stated, wryly smiling. "If you're willing." "I didn't like the spanking she gave me in the cabin." "So you both learned something. I suspect she'll try a different approach ... to see what you can endure and enjoy at the same time." "She should've been able to tell I didn't like it." "Not necessarily. Being whipped until you cry is some people's kink. Some people get off on having a sore butt. It's like many things in life, you won't know if you like it or not until you try it - like broccoli." "It all sounds so bizarre though - unlike broccoli," I concluded. "Your mother finger fucking you to an orgasm while you're riding a washing machine would likely sound very bizarre to quite a few people as well," she said, watching me closely. "I'm with your mom on this. Give it a go. You can always say stop at any time." I swallowed hard and said, "I guess I'm gonna do it at least once, but I don't like doing things with Mrs. Preston behind Jennifer's back." "I know you don't. I think between you and your mother, you'll figure out how to remedy that. Jennifer already knows your mother is bisexual. So, she should feel more comfortable now talking about things with her. That could help. You definitely need to also talk with Janet about your concerns the next time you're together with her. It will be tough for Jennifer, Derek, and their parents to begin a lifestyle like everyone else, even if it doesn't include going as far as the Rayners have with their children." I hoped Mom could figure it out, because I didn't have a clue. Someone was gonna have to explain about the adults and kids fooling around. The sooner the better before Jennifer accidentally discovered it and went bonkers. "I wish I knew how to even begin to talk to Jennifer about it." "Some exposure to it before talking would help ease into a discussion with her." "Maybe show her pictures?" "That's possible, but be careful doing that." "I wouldn't show her pictures with people's faces, except maybe mine. Then I could tell her some of what I've been doing." "You know her better than most people outside her family. Peter might be able to offer some advice since they've been good friends for some time now." "Yeah..." "Don't fret over it too much. Just go with your gut feelings, and don't push things too quickly. Hold off doing things with Janet for a bit if you feel you need to. Talk to Janet about your concerns. Janet and Carl are still figuring things out themselves. Maybe the two of you can come up with a good way to talk to Jennifer about things. Who knows? After you do talk to her, Jennifer might decide she'd like to try being involved with us old fogeys." "I hope I'll be just like you when I'm an old fogey." "I'll be a really ancient old fogey by then." "Ancient old fogey sex sounds kinky," I said, grinning. She poked me again. Doris then said, "Your mother is pretty good at seduction, you know. Don't forget about her." "Mom is already drooling over her." "She does enjoy being with young girls." "And you don't?" I teased. "Guilty as charged," she playfully confessed. She quickly kissed me. All of a sudden, Doris glanced at her watch and then quickly stood up. She then reached for my hand, pulling me up as well. "I want you," she said huskily. "Now!" I marveled at her aggressiveness as she pulled me along with her toward her bedroom. She looked back at me as we entered it. Her hunger was written all over her face. At that moment, I knew she wanted to devour me. I bit my lip as I suddenly felt the same way about her. Doris pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me. Her lips pressed against mine, kissing me passionately as I felt her thumbs hooking my shorts and pulling them until they were down my legs. She then did the same with my panties before taking my sandals off. She dropped those by the bed but left my panties and shorts around my calves. I figured she didn't want me to be able to run away easily, like that would ever happen! She lifted my top high enough to reveal my bra, and then slipped her hands underneath to push it above my breasts. She began feasting on my nipples as I held her head to me. She was definitely an expert at licking and chewing on my hard crinkled nubs. She then kissed down my firm belly to the top of my slit. Her eyes met mine as she slowly snaked her tongue along the wet swollen flesh, my lips hugging the sides of her slowly moving tongue. The sight of it almost made me cum. She pressed her open mouth over my clit, licking and gently sucking. She looked so incredibly sexy doing it. ------- Then the doorbell rang. "Shit!" I exclaimed, knowing I was going to be left hanging, and without a chance to return the favor she had been giving me. "God dammit!" she said almost at the same time, causing us both to giggle for a moment. It was still an odd feeling to hear her say something like that. "You can get straightened out in my bathroom while I see about the door," she instructed me. She stood up and stared down at my pussy, regretfully gazing at it as she walked out of the room. I then reached down and grabbed my shorts and panties still hanging around my calves, and quickly stepped into the bathroom where I pulled them up and made myself presentable again. I had no clue who I might see when I went back into the family room. I cautiously walked from the bathroom to the bedroom door. I stopped in the doorway, surprised at who was standing there with Doris. My friend was surprised to see me as well, along with her mother. "Hi, Mel," Tammy said standing beside her mother. "Hi, Tam, Mrs. Addison." As usual, Tammy sorta huffed at my calling her Tam. Doris then said to Tammy and her mom, "I'm giving Melissa a ride to church as well." I then understood what was going on. I wondered why Doris hadn't mentioned it to me though. I also quickly remembered what Tammy had said to me last week about how she would be afraid of saying something wrong around Doris. She obviously didn't want me to know that she knew Doris so well. I walked over to join the three of them. Mrs. Addison said, "It's good to see you, Melissa. It's been a while." "Thanks. It has been some time," I replied. Mrs. Addison was dressed really sharp. She was a very beautiful woman with a great body. She had a butt and boobs about the size of Doris's and Mom's. Her smile was very addictive. She looked like an older version of Tammy in many ways. They both had hair to die for! It was so dark and flowed so wonderfully, framing their faces so attractively. Mine was similar, but I could tell they both had the advantage of frequent and likely expensive visits to a talented hairdresser. Tammy stood there staring at me with a curious smile. I knew she was trying to figure out why I was there, and especially what I had been doing in Doris's bedroom. I would have been doing the same if I were her. "I need to be going," Mrs. Addison stated. "Gordon and I have another one of those dinners to attend for one of his clients. Thanks for giving Tammy a lift to church." "Anytime, Amy. Tammy is always welcome." Tammy came closer to me and quietly asked, "What are you doing here?" "Same as you, I suppose. Getting a ride to church." "Cool," she replied, but still looking at me a little curiously. She then said, "You told me Mrs. Thomas was friends with your mom. I didn't know you knew her this well." "Mrs. Thomas is cool. She offered to give me a ride whenever," I said and shrugged, trying to show it wasn't a big deal for me to be here before church. "I thought you were afraid to be around her much, that you might say something wrong?" She smiled a little squeamishly without answering. I knew then she definitely was hiding something from me. I was betting she knew Doris about as well as I did, or perhaps even better. Doris came back into the room and announced, "I need to change before we leave." She started toward her bedroom while saying, "Come with me. We can talk while I get ready." We all went into the bedroom where Doris proceeded to strip naked in front of us. While she wasn't trying to make a show of being naked in front of us, she certainly didn't seem to care that we were sitting there as she talked and picked out what she planned to wear. As she finished choosing her clothes, she asked, "You guys have been friends for a while, right?" We both nodded. She then came over and sat between us, still naked, and asked, "How long have you known each other?" Together we explained how we first met. Tammy started, "We've been in school together since first grade. We slowly became friends during the first few years, but didn't become good friends until about the fourth grade. Melissa and Sarah were inseparable before then. I had a few girls I hung out with at school, too." Tammy didn't mention that her other friends were from wealthy families like hers. But in fourth grade, Tammy started drifting away from those friends as they got a little too snooty for her liking. She started hanging around with me when she had the chance. She got comfortable being around Sarah as well. The three of us hung out during breaks at school quite a bit, but Tammy always seemed to like being around me more than Sarah. It wasn't that she disliked Sarah. The two of them got along great, but Tammy and I just felt more like kindred spirits. Tammy and I could tease and playfully slam each other without taking offense. Neither of us took ourselves too seriously, which allowed us to ignore the different wealth status of our families. We both made excellent grades. We seemed to share a common witty nature, and we were both down to earth about things. Between the two of us, we made fun of others who thought they were God's gifts. Our friendship had endured through seventh grade, but outside of school we only hung out together at public places, like the mall. "We've been good friends ever since then," I added, smiling at her. Doris asked, "Do you ever spend the night together?" "Umm, no," we both said, almost at the same time. "Why not?" Doris asked looking between us. We both shrugged at her before glancing at each other. I was sure we both knew why we didn't. We had never even visited the other's home, much less spend the night together. I think we both avoided it because we feared it could really highlight the major difference between us, and that it could come between our friendship. At least I felt that way. On occasion we had generally talked about maybe spending the night at one or the other's home, but neither of us actually took any steps to make it happen. "Well, you should," Doris replied, almost demandingly. I think she sensed the issue going on, and it probably pissed her off that we were likely being prejudiced toward the other because of money. I skittishly looked at Tammy. "Do you want to spend the night at my house sometime?" She coyly replied, "Sure, if you'll spend the night with me sometime, too." "See how easy that was?" Doris said a little sarcastically. I was sure she had been pissed then. I admired her ability to see and cut through bullshit. Gawd, I hoped I would be like her when I was grown up. Doris then walked into the bathroom, taking her clothes with her. "Oh crap," she exclaimed. "Mel, can you go out to my car and get the small suitcase out of the trunk with my makeup? It may be under the other luggage. There are several small suitcases in there, so make sure you get the right one. The car key is hanging by the garage door." I jumped off the bed, slipped my sandals on, and began walking out of the room. Tammy stood up as well, and I thought she was going to come with me, but she stopped as she looked in the direction of the bathroom. I reached the garage door and looked on the wall for the key. There wasn't one. So, I quickly ran back to tell Doris, but stopped at the bedroom door. Tammy wasn't in the bedroom anymore. I then heard Doris say, "I've been missing this sexy little body." My eyes went wide. I took a cautious stepped further into the room, trying to get a view into the bathroom. After another step, I could see both of them standing together facing each other. They were kissing with Doris's hand working its way inside the front of Tammy's shorts. They broke the kiss as Doris' hand reached Tammy's pussy and appeared to be rubbing her. I heard Tammy groan. "I've missed you doing this with me. I've missed Bradley, too." Doris whispered hotly in Tammy's ear, "We'll get together again. I'll talk to Beth about asking you to baby-sit for her. But we can't tonight. Like I told you we've got a friend visiting and staying the night." Doris leaned in to kiss her again, and Tammy's hand moved to cup one of Doris's tits. Tammy pulled her mouth away and leaned her head down to take a nipple in her mouth, sucking firmly on it. After a few moments, Doris quickly turned her head and glanced out of the bathroom, spotting me, and then quickly winking with a wicked smile. I stayed glued to where I was, not sure what to do. Moments later she began pulling away from Tammy, telling her, "Melissa will be back any moment." I took the hint and left the bedroom for a moment before coming back in the room announcing my return. Tammy had moved away from her. I then realized I didn't have the bag she wanted me to get! But Doris was quick to cover for me. "I forgot I had the key in my purse. How silly of me! Just forget it. I can use the makeup I have here." Tammy came out of the bathroom a bit out of sorts. I almost laughed at her as she tried to act normal after almost getting discovered fooling around. Doris had left her hanging just like me. I knew her frustration. ------- Doris finished getting ready and drove us over to the church. At church Tammy and I sat together with the other youth that came for the Wednesday night supper. James Davidson, the Youth Minister, and his wife Beth sat directly across from me and Tammy. The four of us talked a good bit. While I mainly listened to them, they did try to include me in their talk. I just kept remembering images of Tammy getting fucked by James's nice cock as she leaned over his desk. And of course, there was also the memory of hearing Beth telling the Music Minister to put his cock into her, after she had dressed in just a choir robe for him. Beth actually intrigued me more than her husband. She had a seriously kinky way about her. I wondered if I might get lucky later and see all of them cumming together for Jesus. I wondered what would happen if I interrupted them on purpose. I knew I needed to stop imagining it happening or I was gonna have to go rub one out in the church restroom. The fear I had about that was my unfortunate lack of control of making joyful noises at inopportune times. One other person I was carefully watching was Belle Thornton, the Music Minister's daughter. I wondered if she ever dressed in only a robe for anyone. She was a grade ahead of me. We knew each other, but we had never hung out or anything. She was pretty much a stranger to me. I made a mental note to remember to ask Doris about the singing lessons. Tammy interrupted my thoughts. "Why are you staring at Belle?" "We've never hung out together," I replied. "Do you know her very well?" "Yeah. I mainly know her from here though. She's a cool chica, for a church minister's daughter." "Aren't preachers' kids supposed to be really wild?" Tammy shrugged. "I think that is just a saying. She's fun to be around. But since she is a year older than us, I'm not around her much at school." Belle's hair was auburn like her mom's. It was long and flowed over her shoulders very gracefully. She had a really cute face and smile. Her skin was very fair and soft looking with just a very light dusting of freckles. I couldn't imagine her ever being a nudist without spending a ton of money on sun block. I bet she had the cutest pussy though ... with soft auburn pubic hair nicely framing her wet pink... I shook my head quickly. Here I was in church checking out girls and sizing them up for potential sex partners. At some point I figured God would strike me down. But I had no control over that ... or my lust, it seemed. "She'll be at my party in two weeks before school starts. You never said if you and Peter were coming." "Definitely we're coming." I hope Peter wouldn't mind me saying he would go with me. I couldn't imagine he would though. "Everyone we know should be there ... and some high school friends as well." "Too cool. I assume that includes Becky." She laughed, "Yeah, our favorite drama queen." We giggled together. "I've even lowered my standards and invited some cheerleaders, too," she snorted. I snarled at her. I wondered if one of them might be Anna Taylor. Tammy patted my leg as she grinned, and let her hand linger a little with it slipping between my legs. I wasn't sure if she meant to do it. She had turned to look at another girl who called her name when it happened. I was ready to rape her right then though. It's a good thing I was wearing a bra, or my nipples would have become an embarrassment. "It'll be your first time at my house," Tammy said. "I really would like for you to spend the night sometime." "Me too. And you with me sometime soon." "This weekend?" "My mom is planning for the two of us to go to my grandparents. Maybe one night during the week?" "My parents don't like us to have friends spend the night during the week because of their jobs. They don't mind weekends though." "Let me see about next weekend then. I don't know what my parents might have planned, but I'll find out." "I'll do the same. We'll work it out," she said, nudging and smiling at me. Her eyes lingered on mine, or was I imagining it? I wondered if she might try to seduce me when I spent the night, or at least feel me out to see if I might be open to having sex with girls. I figured I probably shouldn't try seducing her ... since we would be at her house. I would hate to get driven home in the middle of the night by angry parents if she for some reason didn't want to have sex with me. ------- After the supper, I followed Tammy and the other teens to the gymnasium where the youth group met. It was basically the same thing as before. Unlike last time, the girls seemed to be more accepting of me being there. Maybe some of them found out I wasn't a cheerleader anymore. Being a friend of Tammy seemed to help too. I played volleyball with the girls while most of the guys played basketball. I did notice a few of the guys ogling me. A few of them were cute, but I was off the market. But I did get some perverse pleasure out of them undressing me with their eyes. I sat down in the stands after I rotated off the court, and Beth came over and sat down next to me. "I'm glad you came back this week, Melissa." "Mrs. Thomas bugged me into coming." "I hope you'll soon want to come without needing to be bugged." "I didn't mean it quite like that. I enjoyed last time a lot." "Doris can be very persuasive," she noted while smiling. I figured Beth or her husband could persuade me just as easily. "You and Tammy seem to be good friends." "She's the bee's knees," I said, trying to be funny. "Someone's been hanging out with Doris," she teased. I blushed, more because she either knew or suspected Doris and I were really good friends in more ways than one. That was cool though. I knew Beth wasn't an angel, even though she liked to wear robes. "Is the offer to babysit still good?" "Yeah." "Give me your phone number, please. We may ask you soon. Our regular sitter will be on a trip the last few weeks of this month before school starts back." "I need to make sure it's fine with my parents, but I'm sure they'll let me." I wrote down my phone number in a notebook she had. I was already anticipating what could happen with one or both of them. Like last Wednesday night, James read some scripture and talked to the group for a while about how it applied to our lives. It sucked that it wasn't one of the verses about sex. I would have paid more attention instead of scheming how I was gonna get to spy on him and his wife afterward. When we actually did break up, I told Tammy we should try to hook up somewhere before the weekend. We talked about the mall, as usual, and said we would call each other. I then left the gymnasium to go to Pastor Thomas's office. His office door was locked when I arrived, and there was no sign of him. "Bradley had to leave early, sweetie," Doris said as she walked up to me. "He had to take care of a matter with another pastor at a different church. He'll be at the house when we get there." I nodded that I understood and started fidgeting, looking around. Doris smiled. She leaned closer and quietly said, "We'll go check out the action in the gymnasium shortly. They'll wait a little longer before doing anything. They have to make sure that everyone else has left and the exterior doors are locked. Let's wait in the kitchen. I need a drink of water." Now I was the one smiling, and blushing too. "Doris, do Beth and James have sex here in church with somebody from the youth group every Wednesday night?" "No, but I asked them to because I told them that I would have a special friend with me tonight who wanted to watch them." Whoa. Did Doris tell them about me? "Do they know it is me?" Doris grinned conspiratorially at me and whispered, "Yes ... and they won't tell Tammy or Belle that you know about them and will be watching them. I assured Beth and James you could be trusted to keep their secret." "You're telling others about me?" I was very surprised and a little alarmed. Who all had she told about me? What had happened to keeping secrets? "I thought you were keeping that a secret?" "Sweetie, I have told you before and I am telling you again, I won't do anything intentionally to hurt you. They have seen pictures and videos of you. You can trust them completely. Bradley and I do, and so do your parents." I shook my head. "I go camping and I find out the Prestons know about me. I have my picture taken and I find out the Taylors know about me. I go to church, and the youth minister and his wife know about me. Who all else knows?" Doris took my hands and we locked eyes. She was smiling and looked completely unconcerned. "Melissa, who told me she wanted to be involved in her mother's secrets?" "I did, but I wasn't aware that there were that many people who would know about me. I thought it was just the Clarks, the Rayners, the Walcotts and you." "There are some others. And I am sure that your mom will let you meet them soon. She won't invite them all into her living room so you can meet them, though," Doris chuckled, "although that could be fun." "What could be fun?" "Having all their friends in your living room with your mom and dad asking you to say hi to all their swinger friends." Doris threw her head back and laughed. "I bet you would be speechless." I grinned, too. "That'd be strange. They might not all know about each other." "Oh, they do, sweetie. Your parents are members of a group of very nice couples. We are all involved with each other and have played together often." "And all their kids are involved with the adults, too?" "Just some of them." I was going to ask for more detail about the kids when she apparently decided we had waited long enough. Doris grinned and said, "I think it's time to go to see what's happening in the gym." We talked as we slowly walked in the direction of the gymnasium. "Tammy is dying to know if you're into girls," Doris blurted out. "Seriously?" "Sure. She saw you coming out of my bedroom. Plus, you forgot to put your sandals back on. They were on the floor next to the bed still. So she knew we had been in there for at least a short time, most likely on my bed." "Shit. I didn't even think about my sandals, or what she would think seeing them there when she first arrived." "It's the details that always trip you up in the end." "So, she asked if we were doing stuff together?" "Uh huh, but I didn't indicate either way, which means she probably thinks so." That would explain the hand between my legs thing during the supper then. She was trying to feel me out ... in more ways than one! "Too cool," I stated while smiling, glad it was Tammy and not me doing the wondering! "Don't tease her, Mel." "I can't have some fun letting her seduce me?" "You sure are growing up fast," Doris stated. Maybe I was. ------- We reached the gymnasium entrance and carefully went inside. We didn't see anyone, the overhead lights were off, but there was still light shining through the open doorway to James's office ... which indicated our timing was pretty good. We both quietly walked toward the door until we could see inside the office. I wasn't to be disappointed, but I was surprised by who all was in the office. There was another girl enjoying James this week along with Tammy. Not only that, but Beth was helping out her husband with the two girls. Belle had joined the party this week. She was up on the desk as Beth pressed her face into her pussy. It was obvious she was doing a great job. Belle was definitely enjoying it, holding Beth's head with both hands. James was sitting in his desk chair with Tammy in his lap, riding his very sexy cock. It was so nice and hard, and very shiny with Tammy's juices. I could hear the squishy noise of her very wet pussy when he pushed deep into her. I was seriously envious. Her expressions only told me what I already knew, that she was thoroughly enjoying getting fucked by her older lover. If she hadn't been so involved with fucking James, she might have caught a glimpse of me and Doris. Belle was writhing on top of the desk, obviously very close to an orgasm. While I had been watching Tammy working her pussy up and down on James' cock, I hadn't noticed Beth moving her head slightly away from Belle's pussy while she continued licking her. Beth's tongue appeared to be quite talented. But the thing that really impressed me the most was how long it was! The thing looked like a snake coming out of her mouth! I wondered just how it would feel winding its way up in my own cooch. "Fucking hell," I softly murmured. "Beth's tongue, huh?" I simply nodded. "She knows just how to use it, too," Doris added. I was practically hypnotized watching it. I couldn't resist reaching between my legs and squeezing my pussy. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen! Just as I began rubbing myself through my shorts, Belle started groaning out as she came, raising her butt to press it to Beth's face. Her back arched as her orgasm reached its peak. My pussy was on fire, and I could feel the heat from it, too, against my hand. Doris and I watched a few minutes longer. During that time, Tammy got off of James's lap and leaned over the desk, and began sucking one of Belle's hard nipples as Beth continued using that amazing tongue on her. She had smallish breasts, but they were definitely fuller than mine. She had a year on me though. James took his position behind Tammy and began pounding her with long hard thrusts. I was ready to say to hell with it and go join them, but Doris put a stop to any ideas of that when she reached around from behind and began playing with my breasts. I leaned back into her as she placed her head on my shoulder to watch with me as she toyed with my nipples. Doris then surprised me by turning me sideways and reaching down to grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and off me. My bra was just as quickly pushed above my breasts. Her lips and tongue were working over one nipple as she firmly pulled and tugged on the other. We were both able to glance to our side to continue watching the foursome in the youth minister's office. James held Tammy by her hips and was driving hard into her, almost pushing her across the desk each time. She was grunting along with each and every thrust deep inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and her face became twisted as she came. I heard her moaning loudly. James' face became just as contorted as he began cumming as well. His grunts were timed to match each thrust as he spurted his cum deep inside her tight lithe body. "Let's go, sweetie," Doris whispered as she took my hand and began walking. "Oops," I said, suddenly remembering to grab my top off the floor. Doris snatched it from me and began to run from the gym. We both began giggling as I was pulling my bra back in place while chasing Doris who headed right out the door. She quickly stopped and looked to make sure no one was around though. Then she started walking quickly down the hall, still holding my top. "Doris!" I anxiously but quietly yelled while standing at the door still. She just giggled and tossed my shirt into the air, making me come down the hall to get it. I could only imagine having some stuffy old couple catching me running around the church in just my bra. Mom would probably be pissed, but I suspect she would have gone easy on me, especially with Doris being the cause of it. Besides that, I bet she would have done the same thing when she was thirteen, even without the pastor's wife running off with her shirt. When I reached where my top ended up lying, I quickly snatched it off the floor and put it back on. "Such a naughty girl," Doris teased me as I looked at her, playfully angry. "You're a crazy woman," I blurted out. She then lifted her top and bra and flashed her tits at me ... in the freakin' middle of the hall! My mouth hung open as I gawked at her. "Oh, don't worry. No one is here this late ... at least no one who hasn't already seen these babies," she stated, squeezing her tits while grinning. "So, Belle has seen them?" I replied after realizing the implication. "You're good," Doris said, acknowledging my astute attention. "She's quite familiar with them." "You're the naughty one here." I playfully scolded. She shrugged impishly. She got her bra back in place and pulled her own top down again. "Let's get going. Bradley is waiting," she said, wryly smiling. ------- As she drove the car out of the church parking lot, I asked, "How long have Tammy and Belle been doing things with grownups?" "You mean with Beth and James?" "Well, with them or you or..." "Beth seduced them both. I already told you basically what happened with Tammy." "They were both babysitters?" "Just Belle when she was first seduced. She was eleven at the time. She had been a sitter for them maybe half a dozen times before anything happened." "And Tammy?" I asked. "Tammy had gotten to be friends with Beth at church. Beth started inviting her to come by her house in the afternoons. Of course, the Addisons had no reason to distrust the youth minister's wife. So, they arranged for her to see Beth quite a bit. Things quickly evolved after that." "So Beth is seriously into young girls?" "And men. She rather enjoys the time she spends with Bradley, Tom Thornton..." "My daddy?" She nodded. "But she does favor girls about your age and younger. She would definitely like to spend some time with you, too, sweetie." "How young?" "We're almost at the house. We can talk about that when we have more time." I planned to make sure we found some time soon. "Do Belle's parents know?" "Uh huh. They've known since the beginning. And Belle knows that her parents know." As we pulled into the garage, I asked, "Will you tell me about Julie and her singing lessons when she was eight?" She parked and then turned to look at me. "Maggie mentioned you would likely ask. We'll talk about it inside. I think Bradley needs to be a part of that discussion as well." I could live with that. ------- We were about to go inside the house when Doris stopped us. "Would you help me bring in the luggage from the trunk of the car? I've been meaning to all day!" "Did you go on a trip?" "Bradley and I did an overnight trip yesterday. We got back in town late this morning." I started to ask where and who, but decided that would be bad manners. I bit my lower lip. "Oh, poo," she stated laughingly. "You can ask me where we went." I blushed a little. I was busted again. She knew how curious I was. "Where did you go?" "We spent the night with the Millers. They live a few hours away." "Do I know them?" "I doubt that you've ever met them. Matthew, or Matt as everyone he knows calls him, is the pastor of a church there. His wife, Sandra, does basically what I do." "You guys have sex with another pastor and his wife?" I asked, incredulously. How many swinging preachers are there?! "Sure, sweetie. It actually makes a great cover story," she said and laughed. "Who would ever suspect?" "I guess no one. Are they the same age as you guys?" "Pretty close. Not enough difference to be noticeable or call attention to us when we're out and about together." "Do they have kids?" I curiously inquired. She immediately grinned. I got the feeling she probably suspected why I was asking. "They have two boys and a girl, all of them in their teens with the girl being the youngest. The boys are nice looking, and their daughter is pretty." "Do they..." I said before pausing, not really sure how to phrase the question. "Screw their kids?" I nodded, sorta rolling my eyes for her making me ask. "They don't. Their family could be described as being similar to the Walcotts." "But do they like to..." "Screw other people's pretty teen girls like me and Bradley?" "Well, yeah. Do they?" "It stays between us?" "Always," I asserted. "Yep, but they are part of their own group of church swingers." "Church swingers?" "Sure. Sometimes church ministers and their wives need some play time together, too." I wondered just how kinky their play time got! "Are their kids involved with adults, too?" I asked. "They are. And the Millers would adore you." "So they don't know about me doing stuff with you guys?" "They don't know who you are," she stated, "but they would love to meet the gorgeous teen girl I raved about quite a bit last night. I think they were quite jealous of me and Bradley." I blushed, and said, "Are they cool like you and Pastor Thomas?" "They're cool. I think you would like knowing them, even without the sex. And you've been told before that you can call my husband Bradley. And you can, you know?" "I know..." I said, and let it hang there. "You dirty little girl," Doris dramatically accused. "You really get off on the whole pastor thing, don't you?" "It does sorta..." I squeamishly started to say. "I'm just fucking with you, Mel. You can pretend he is the Pope or Buddha if you want. Bradley won't mind ... err ... I mean PASTOR Thomas won't mind if you do," she teased as she led us inside, luggage in hand. ------- We took the luggage into the Thomas's bedroom, and set everything in their closet for now. "Bradley must be up at his desk," she stated, taking my hand to lead the way. As we reached the top of the stairs, we could hear Bradley typing away at his computer from a room a short distance from us at the end of the hall. I noticed where the guest bedroom was located, along with a bathroom, as we walked toward where the sound was coming from. As we stepped into what was obviously some kind of large spare room, I quickly noticed him sitting in a chair in front of a computer. He was completely naked, and his hand was stroking his hard cock at that moment before he started typing again. Doris held my hand as we stepped a little closer, but she made sure I stayed beside her. Then she pointed at the camera sitting on top of the desk directed at Bradley. I then noticed something very familiar being displayed on the monitor. It was the webcam software running, and he was obviously webcamming with someone displayed on the screen. Standing at the angle we were, I couldn't make out what or who he was watching. He noticed us after a moment. "Ah, my lovely ladies are here!" he excitedly said. His hand was again stroking his cock. I stepped a little closer and started leaning forward to see who he was watching, but Doris quickly and firmly held me back. "Don't get too close," she warned. "You can't be seen just yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Your parents want you to just watch tonight, and then talk about things afterwards." "I don't think they would mind me webcamming. Anyways, I'm not naked." Bradley said, "They know a beautiful young girl is spending the night with us. They might not see you naked, but they would know what you look like." "What are you watching though?" I asked him. "It's a couple that lives across the country in California. The older gentleman is the pastor of a church there." I cocked my head, looking up at Doris. She slightly grinned and shrugged. Looking back at Bradley, I asked, "But what's going on?" He reached for the camera and turned it away slightly. He then began typing something. "I'm telling them that my lovely friend is here with my lovely wife. But that I can't show you on camera yet," he told me. "Step right here on this side of me, but don't lean across me or anything." When Doris and I were beside him, I could then see what he was watching. "Shit..." I softly said, and stood there with my mouth open. On the screen were twin girls about my age and an older man, maybe about sixty or so. The twins were identical, and they were naked ... just like the old man. He was sitting just like Bradley was, with a twin on each side of him. They were kneeling with their faces right at his rather large cock, licking along the sides of the think veiny shaft. I had never seen one quite that thick before, but maybe it was just the way the camera was angled or some techno geeky thing. Regardless, his cock was definitely shiny wet with their saliva. The girls had boobs much larger than mine, too, the little bitches. But they looked no older than me. "They're twelve," Bradley informed me. Fucking little big boobied whores! They were a year younger than me! Why the fuck did they have to be so damn pretty, too?! Stupid little preteen sluts. I hoped they would fall over on their pretty faces when the wind blew. I then noticed the chat window. The old dude typed that he was about to cum. I glanced back at the video window and it wasn't but a few moments before cum started spurting from the tip. The two girls took delight in that too, trying to lick what they could from the old guy and his cock. One even reached across and swiped a bit from the top of one of her sister's freakin' big titties with her finger, and put it in her own mouth to clean off. I then realized I was licking my lips, as I stared intently. "Don't worry, Melissa," Bradley stated with a shit-eating grin, "you'll get as much as you want very soon." I blushed as I looked at him, although at first I thought he was talking about their big fun bags as Jamie has called big ones in the past. I quickly realized though he was talking about the old guy's fun juice. Bradley's cock was looking seriously tasty as it squished from his pre-cum while he was stroking it. "Who are the bi ... girls?" I finally asked, catching myself before I said bitches. "Those are his granddaughters." "No way!" I exclaimed. "They're his son's daughters, two of them anyway." Fuck. I bet the other girls had industrial sized dairy factories as well. Why had God forsaken me so! "Where is his son, their father?" I asked. "He and the girls' mother are in another room right now. I think they are likely still in bed with his mom." "You're fucking with me, right?" I asked, turning to look at him. "On a stack of bibles," he said, holding his hand in the air. I just stood there speechless. Bradley laughed, and said, "Let me thank them for the show and tell them goodnight. You and Doris can eat the pizza I picked up on the way home and relax a bit." I followed Doris back downstairs. Bye you silly cows, I thought as I mentally waved back at the computer. As we walked downstairs, I asked Doris, "Do you guys do that a lot?" "Just since we got the webcam about a month ago. Before then, we traded picture and video files. His granddaughters can put on quite the show. So can his son and daughter-in-law." "You've met these people?" "We usually visit with them once a year. It's a shame they live so far away. You would love being around the girls." I wasn't so sure about that. A year younger than me with big balloon boobies. Blimp sized even! I hated them already. Not really, but I was jealous. I would probably like them and we would end up best friends. The injustice of it all just totally sucked though. At least I had pizza to soothe my bruised ego. We walked into the kitchen, sat down and each of us took a piece of pizza. "Do you webcam with them a lot?" I asked as we ate. "Fairly frequently. Bradley asked them to tonight because we were going to have a special friend who might want to watch." "Are they going to want me to webcam with them as payback?" "Melissa, you've got to learn. There is no tit for tat when it comes to sharing. But they would certainly love to webcam with you if you wanted to." "What all have you guys told them about me?" "We've described how smart, beautiful and sexy you are, and that you're one cool chica." "Cool," I stated, pleased with that. "Maybe webcamming with them would be fun." "Just let me know, and we'll talk with your parents about it. It won't be hard to set it up after they give the go ahead." "Does Mom know that you guys were going to show me this tonight? An old dude having sex with his granddaughters?" I skeptically asked. "Why would you ever think she doesn't?" she asked, acting insulted. "I'm just fucking with you," I stated, grinning, which got me tickled. I had already learned Mom either planned or knew practically everything before it was to happen. Of course, I was an expert at screwing up her plans to either reveal or not reveal things to me. "Is his cock as thick as it looked?" I asked. "It's pretty thick. I think you could handle it fine, but you don't want to jump right on it without some prep time to make sure you're ready for it." I grimaced at the thought. Donkey Dick's ... well, donkey dick ... suddenly appeared in my head, too. ------- Bradley joined us at that time, still naked. He grabbed some pizza and leaned against the counter with his cock standing up and pointing in our direction. "Watch that thing, dear. You could put an eye out with it." "I think he got too much of an eyeful," I giggled. "A little eye candy never hurt anyone," he replied. "Were you surprised?" "Surprised, stunned, amazed ... I just never expected to see young twin girls doing something like that with their own grandfather," I replied. "They do love to show off ... much like you," he said to tease me. "You've seen them showing off ... in person?" "Several times," he replied, smiling between me and his wife. She was smiling back at him. "When?" I dared to ask. "We usually get together in June. At lease we have the past three years." "You had sex with the twins each time?" I asked, looking between the two of them. Doris replied, "Each time. And yes, Bradley fucked both of them each time we were together." "But ... they would've been..." My eyes went wide. "Ten the first time," she answered. She watched me for a moment as I let that sink in. "You weren't expecting that, were you?" "Not really. I mean ... wow," I simply said. Bradley spoke up, "They weren't forced, Mel. They're quite mature in many ways for their age." That was the fucking truth. Their tits might be bigger than many grown women. I so wanted to hate those girls, but they sorta felt like 'sisters' to me, in a weird way. The three of us had had sex with at least two people in common. "I suppose since they're doing stuff with their grandfather that they've also..." "With their parents?" Bradley finished my question. "Yes. One lost her virginity to her father, and the other to her grandfather. I forget which is which though." "So ... how did you meet them?" "The gentleman you saw and his wife are swingers. We first met on the internet," Bradley stated. "The first time we got together with them was at a national conference for church leaders that's held once a year. We spent the week getting to know them much better." "Do you know a lot of church leaders that do that with their kids?" "Not many that are having sex with their own sons and daughters. But we've been able to find others that are quite liberal minded when it comes to sex." "So wild..." I softly said, mesmerized by it all. "Speaking of wild, would you ladies like to join me in the bedroom," Bradley grinned, his cock practically bobbing from being so hard. "I think we better," I said, smiling and looking at Doris, "before that thing goes off or something." Doris shook head and chuckled. ------- As we walked into the bedroom, Doris told her husband, "Give us ladies a little time to get ready." He smiled as he watched Doris take my hand and pull me along with her to their bathroom. Once we were inside, she closed the door behind us. I needed to wash the grease from the pizza of my hands, but I wasn't really sure what she intended, until she said, "Remember last week?" "Yeah ... it was my first time taking it in my butt. I figured we'd do that again, but what are we doing in here?" "Getting you ready," she said, taking an enema bag out of a cabinet. I knew what one was. Mom had explained what it was when I was younger, and what it was used for. She said it helped when you hadn't been able to poop for a while, and started to feel all cramped up and shit. I guess getting 'cleaned out' could be for other reasons though, as I suspected I was about to discover. "First time?" she asked. I nodded, and asked, "Why do you need to give me an enema? I keep myself clean back there." "You do a great job, but sometimes you want to get clean inside and out." I looked at her wide-eyed. "Trust me. We're gonna spend a good bit of time back there." "In my butt?" "Well, mine too. I'll do mine after we do yours," she said as she filled the bag with warm water. The first time was really awkward. She had me stand up with my back towards her so she could insert the nozzle up my pooper. I was glad she added some lube before she did. She teased me with the tip of the nozzle, working it in small circles around the inside of my butt. She pushed it in and pulled it out. She had me squirming and giggling. Then I filled up with water ... big time, before she pulled the nozzle out. I started to move to sit on the toilet, but she gently held my arm. "Keep standing, but hold it in, okay?" So, I just stood there, clenching the muscles in my butt, and praying the dam wouldn't burst! Then she decided to play unfair, placing her hand on my pussy and working a finger inside me. "Doris!" "Hold it in," she quickly said, grinning. "You play dirty!" I objected, playfully pouting while also slightly scrunching my face while concentrating on having the tightest asshole ever. "I hope to play clean shortly," she wryly said, leaning to kiss the end of my nose. Finally she had me sit down and told me to let 'er blow. I seriously scrunched my face as some of the most unladylike sounds came from by backside. I started giggling after the initial blast from my butt, feeling more comfortable as well. Doris started giggling along with me. "You're enjoying this too much," I accused her. "Now you know what your mother and I went through on the job quite often while in California." "Shitty job, I say." That had her howling, and me forcing out more water ... along with the unfortunate background noise. She had me repeat the same thing a few more times until what was passing out of my butt was clear water. Then it was her turn. I showed no mercy. The tormented became the tormenter. I was definitely enjoying it too much. Fortunately, we didn't have any accidents on the floor ... or walls and ceiling for that matter. It was a wonder though. As we both took a quick shower to finish getting ourselves ready to join Bradley, I sternly said, "You better not have any hidden cameras in here." "Why not?" "Can you imagine if Jamie got a hold of a video of what we just did?" "Good point. And, no, there are no cameras in here ... unless Bradley, well ... You know he used to enjoy watching women while they..." she paused, obviously saying that just to rile me up. If he wants to watch me pee like Colleen did, then cool. But I'll shove any cameras I find in that bathroom up his butt! Before we walked out of the bathroom, she told me, "There's something I'm going to ask you to try tonight ... if you will." "What?" I curiously asked, and immediately wondered if I truly wanted to know, especially after what we had just been doing. "I want to wait on telling you until it's the right time. When I do, I don't want you to think you have to do it. It's something I enjoy doing for Bradley at times. You only do it if you want to. I'll even do it first so you have a little time to decide if you want to as well. Remember, you only do what you want to do." "But what is it?" I was hoping for any clue I could get! "When it's time, sweetie, you'll know. Personally, I think you'll get a kick out of it, but it isn't for everyone." She lightly stroked my cheek. "Ready to go fuck?" I grinned and nodded, deciding to worry about whatever it was she wanted me to do when it came up. I also wondered how many thirteen-year-old girls had ever heard that from their pastor's wife before. I felt rather special for being a trailblazer for my fellow sisters. They should all be so lucky. ------- On the bed, both Bradley and Doris took their time licking practically every inch of my body, especially every nook and cranny of my little pussy, before getting me on my hands and knees so they could focus on one particular part of my body - my butt. It wasn't like a surprise or anything. Why go through the trouble of cleaning out my pooper if they hadn't intended to make it their playground for the night. Both of them took time with my backside. They made sure to keep their fingers lubed. One focused on a cheek - rubbing, kissing, licking and nibbling on it - while the other licked and poked a tongue against and into my butthole. I assumed the lube must have been edible. I laid my head on the bed and relaxed, enjoying the attention and great feelings. They both were making all kinds of yummy sounds. But then again, so was I in my own unique way. They started poking things in me. First one finger, then two. Then it was a really skinny dildo. The things they used gradually increased in size as they slowly stretched my butthole open. I was amazed at the thickness of what they were able to put in me as time passed. They weren't in a hurry though. When they would take a toy from my butt, a tongue was quickly inside me, wiggling around. They each used their hands to pull my butt cheeks wide apart, totally exposing me. I was becoming a bit concerned that my butt was going to be a gaping hole after they were finished with me. But Doris kept soothing and reassuring me they weren't doing any harm. It got to the point that Doris and Bradley were using their fingers to stretch my butthole open so they could lick as deep in me as they could. They both were trying to pull me really wide open. I actually hoped a camera was somewhere so I could see just what I looked like. I had to admit that all of it felt awesome. I planned to begin exploring my butt more whenever I was alone and felt like playing with my junk. A finger stuck up it just wasn't going to be enough anymore. When they had me turn around to give Doris her turn, I was pleasantly surprised to see the video camera on the bed. I shivered at the perversity of them taking a close-up video of deep inside my formerly tight but now wide open little butt. Bradley and I then did much the same with Doris. It was amazing to see her really cute butthole stretch open so easily after we stuck a bunch of things inside if for a while. It was also pretty wild to get my tongue so easily inside her, swabbing it around in her rectum a little bit. She was squeaky clean though, so it didn't bother me at all. The more I licked, the more I wanted to lick. It was very addictive. It was so dirty to do, but not in a yucky kind of way. Then we did it to Bradley. He had a nice butt. It was a man's butt. It made it even wilder to do him that way, licking his stretched open hole. I wondered if he had ever had anything else stuck inside it. That would be so totally wicked. I mean, why not? I was doing stuff with women. Why should I have a double standard when it came to guys? I decided to be an equal opportunity butt lover. So, I used the same dildoes in his butt that they had used on me ... going from small to large, of course. Then Doris retrieved and showed me this short looking thing. It tapered in width from small at the tip to sorta thick at the base. "What's that?" I asked. "It's a butt plug," Doris answered. "They're fun to put in and forget about for a while sometimes." How the fuck do you forget something like that when it is stuffed into your butt? Sure enough though, they stuck it in and had me turn over. It was good to actually sit on my butt for a change, even though the plug kept reminding me it was still there. ------- We were quiet for a little bit as I adjusted sitting on that thing in my butt. Doris and Bradley had stretched out next to each other. I remembered that I had wanted to ask Doris about Julie. "Doris, I'm surprised that Julie isn't with the youth group." "What makes you think she isn't?" "I didn't see her today or last week." "Well, she usually doesn't go during school vacations. The Walcotts like to spend time with their kids then. When school starts I'll take care of Julie again and she'll be there." "Just Julie and not Mike?" She looked at me for a second with a crooked grin and then said, "Sweetie, why don't you ask what you really want to know." Bradley snickered. I sighed. She really liked to get to the point. "You taught Julie more than singing, didn't you?" "Not right away. When I started to take care of Julie and Mike about five years ago, Julie was eight years old at the time. It really was baby-sitting at first. I made sure they did their homework, that they didn't kill each other playing, and so on. A few times I played the piano and practiced some music on the piano that I was going to sing in church the following Sunday. Julie would just start to sing along with me. And Mike grumped when she did. I found out he was more interested in rock music. So I asked Rachel if she wouldn't mind teaching Mike the guitar along with Belle, who was already getting lessons from her mother. And I started giving Julie voice lessons." "Was music your college major?" "Yes, it was. I would've liked to have gone for an M.A. in music, but then I met Bradley and my priorities changed." She looked lovingly at her husband. "Is Julie gonna be like the next Kelly Clarkson or something?" I sorta joked. "She might well be. She is very good. Who knows?" "She's that good?" I incredulously asked. Doris nodded. "I never knew Julie could sing that well." "Well, if you'd come to church more often you could've heard her sing already. After Labor Day we will be singing a duet together. You should come to church and bring your family," Doris said with a smirk. I sighed. "You never give up, do you?" She laughed. "I'd be a bad pastor's wife if I did. And you don't give up either, do you?" I blushed. Doris knew how determined I had been to get in on all the secrets. I had even tried to break into my house to find out something. "So you just like ... gave her singing lessons?" Doris turned serious. "I did. But Julie craved affection. With both her parents working a lot and she being the youngest of three siblings, she didn't get as much cuddling as she needed. So she started to cuddle up to me a lot when we were sitting on the piano bench practicing." Doris got that faraway look, and spoke real quietly. "I have to admit I really enjoyed having a cute little girl to hold and cuddle with." Her voice cracked. Bradley grabbed Doris from behind and turned her around. He hugged and kissed her fiercely. I quickly realized I had really stepped in shit. I had once again touched Doris's sore point of not being able to have kids. It almost had me in tears. "I'm sorry, guys," I pleaded, "we can talk about something else." Bradley kissed her eyes and gently licked a couple of tears away. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her hard. "Give us a minute," he said curtly. After a while, Bradley continued so that Doris could take a little longer to calm down again. "After a couple of times, Doris took Julie to the couch and Julie would lie down in her lap. Doris started to kiss her, initially quite innocently on her forehead or her cheeks, but after a little while Julie acted like she wanted to be kissed on her lips. Doris had some misgivings. She talked to me about it and I suggested we talk to Brent and Terri. This was right about the time we had those discussions with the group on how to handle things with Kari and Penny. The Rayners told you about that last night, didn't they?" I nodded, "Yes, they talked about it." "Brent and Terri said that they trusted Doris and me to do the right things and not to hurt their daughter. We promised not to push things since Julie was so young." Doris had recovered and gave me a somewhat forced smile. She continued, "The following spring Julie started to ask questions about sex. After I quizzed her a little she admitted that Kari had thrown out some hints to her, but had refused to elaborate. I tried to be evasive at first." I smirked. I knew all about adults being evasive with me in the past. I watched Bradley a little who had snuggled up to Doris and was still affectionately rubbing her back. The deep love they felt for each other was so evident. Doris picked up on my smirk and shook her head. "You were quite a bit older than Julie when you wanted to find out about things. Anyways, Julie got upset because she picked up that I wasn't really telling her anything substantial. One time she was so angry that she was crying, practically stomping her feet, and yelling that I didn't like her and that a pastor's wife was supposed to tell the truth." Bradley got in our conversation again. "We didn't really know what to do. On the one hand we really had no problem talking openly about sex, not even with a young girl. We even thought it might be fun to seduce Julie and Mike, but Julie's age really kept us back." Doris continued. "So I tried to reason with her that she was too young for some things. She backed off after that but only for a couple of weeks." "I can understand that. I have never liked being told I was too young either." "I know, sweetie. But I had to wait out how things went between Maggie and Kari before I went any further with Julie. To make a long story short, when things went well with Kari and Penny with the Rayners, then I slowly went further with Julie and showed her what Kari had been talking about. First we just got naked together when we cuddled and kissed, then I rubbed her pussy and made her cum. And I showed her how to do the same to me. Eventually I started to lick her pussy and bring her off that way, too. And I showed her how to lick mine." I wanted to say something, but Doris hushed me. "When school started again after Julie's ninth birthday, she admitted to me that she had fooled around at home with Kari, and a little with Mike, too. So we thought it might be a good time to slowly get Bradley involved, again first just cuddling and kissing. And we showed him how we rubbed and licked our pussies." "But she was only nine at the time," I interjected. "So?" Doris looked at me questioningly. "I mean, she was okay with licking your pussy when she was only nine years old? With Bradley watching?" I looked at both of them totally awed. "You let your cousin look at your pussy and your boobs when you were nine. You held his cock, too. And he rubbed it against you, didn't he?" "Yeah, on my pussy and nipples mainly. Oh, and he put it between my butt cheeks, but that's all we did," I objected. Doris grabbed my hands and squeezed them. "Melissa, what if your cousin had known how to really seduce you, and had tried to do more? Would you have stopped him? I think not." I thought about that for a moment. Shit, Doris was probably right. It hadn't been unpleasant showing him my body and seeing his stiff little cock. It felt great when he rubbed it on me. We just hadn't known what to do with each other then. "Doris didn't mention one thing," Bradley said. "We kept the Walcotts informed about what happened with Julie when she was with us. Her mother and her father talked with her and let her know that they knew what she did with us and that they approved. And all four of us told Julie to only do what she wanted to do with us and let us know if anything upset her." Doris took over again. "We all communicated well with her. And a couple of times her parents were right with us when Julie played with Bradley and me." That totally blew my mind. My parents had pretended that they didn't know shit about me having sex with Colleen, Bob, and Jamie. And the Walcotts were present and even watching their daughter having sex with our pastor and his wife! She was even much younger than me when she started to learn about sex. Go figure parents! "Surprised?" I took a deep breath. "Well, yeah. I can't picture my parents..." Doris interrupted me, rubbing my cheek affectionately. "Melissa, your parents, and the Walcotts too, love their children very much. And they are very protective of their kids. Only differently. Your mom was afraid to let you get seduced sooner because of her own daring nature, which she also saw in you. The Walcotts didn't have that concern, but they wanted to be involved in guiding their kids as they became introduced to sex. And you didn't have an older sister who could tell you about some neat things she had discovered either. Julie did, though." I sighed. "I really was the last one to get involved with sex, wasn't I?" "So?" Bradley asked me. "Is it better to start having sex when you're only nine years old? Should all girls discover their sexuality at the age of thirteen? Is it better to wait until you're twenty-one? You seem to still think that all girls should do every thing at the same age. Or all together at the same time regardless of their age. People don't work that way, sweetie. We develop differently, have different interests, and mature at different times in our lives. I look at our friends and the members of our church, they are all individuals. How boring life would it be if all people were behaving exactly alike. There would be no purpose in being swingers either. With every woman, sex would be exactly alike. How boring a thought!" He grinned big time. "You old lecher," Doris grinned at her husband and playfully slapped his shoulder. It didn't stop Bradley grinning though. Doris looked at me with a tender smile. "Sweetie, do you think Julie could've handled finding out all you found out in just eight weeks? I can tell you she would have gone bonkers. You handled it very well, though. You see, Melissa, you've got a much stronger personality. Would you've allowed Kari to dominate you like she does Julie?" "I don't think so." I said wistfully but still regretting that I had been last. "See? And, Melissa, if you had really been ready to learn about sex when you were nine, with your adventurous nature you would've continued to explore after what you and your cousin had done." I sighed. She was probably right. "Let's get back to Julie. And then to other things." Doris gave first me and then Bradley a big smile. "Yeah, I'd like to get back to the other things," he said in a deep voice. I scrunched my face to keep from busting out laughing. Boys were so easy, even the adult ones. "At first I showed her how to rub Bradley's cock. And Julie was absolutely fascinated how she could make him squirt. She wanted to do it over and over again." "That had to keep you sore," I said to him, grimacing. "No pain, no gain," he joked in reply. Doris nudged his side, and then said, "Occasionally I got her to taste a little of his cum when I licked it off his tummy." "Oh, I remember one time when I let her. She really drained me." Bradley laughed. "My cock was sore for two days. I couldn't do anything with that lovely wife of mine." "Or any other wife for that matter," Doris smirked at him. I had to giggle at the two teasing each other. "Then after New Years, I showed her how to suck Bradley's cock. Towards the end of the school year, her parents were with us one time. Terri and Brent got so turned on watching Julie suck off Bradley and swallowing his cum that they fucked in front of all of us." Bradley nodded. "That was one wild scene." Doris added, "It was. Julie was so happy though that she got to watch her parents fuck. Once Terri and Brent were into it a short time, they suddenly remembered they were fucking in front of their youngest daughter, and got a little embarrassed. But, they ended up just laughing about it. Brent even told Julie that she had them so turned on that they just had to do it." "Wow, that really must have been wild," I plainly said. I was so envious of Julie. Doris rubbed my flank. "Julie continued stroking and sucking off Bradley from time to time until the end of the school year." "Where was Mike then?" "He was at baseball practice. Mike has played baseball for some time. And in spring he usually spends a good bit of his time at practice or at games." How convenient, I thought. "When school started again after Julie's tenth birthday, I was again watching her and Mike for their parents. She kept talking about having seen her parents fucking. And after a while she kept hinting she would like to see us fucking, too. So one afternoon when Mike was over at church for his guitar lessons, we relented and fucked in front of Julie. She got seriously turned on watching us." "It was a huge turn-on for me too, fucking my wonderful wife in front of a ten-year old girl. Afterwards she asked when she might be able to do that." Doris nodded. "There was the big question. We had hoped she would ask a couple of years later, but during summer vacation, apparently Kari had told her some more of what she had been doing with the Rayners. And had proudly shown her birth control pills. So we were faced with a dilemma - should Bradley or shouldn't he?" I could understand that. Bradley's cock was far from small. Would that thing even fit into a ten-year-old pussy? I asked them, "Could she even take Bradley's cock then? Wasn't she too small?" "My feelings exactly," Bradley said. "I was afraid I might hurt her badly and told her so. But she just told us she would like me to try anyways. And if she really couldn't take it, she would tell us." Doris agreed. "That's what she said. I went over to see her parents to ask them what we should do. So her parents talked to her, and explained to her what it meant to get her cherry broken and to lose her virginity. They told her there could possibly be some pain and that she might bleed a little when her hymen got torn. Julie told them that we had always been very cautious and that she trusted Bradley to stop if she asked him to." "So we got together on a Friday night," Bradley said. "Her parents came over with her. We all got naked and Doris and I got Julie very relaxed. Doris licked her to an orgasm and I did, too. She was so wet then that I felt she was ready to take my cock. And she did." "Bradley went real slow and stopped for a second when his cockhead met her hymen. He asked her if she was ready, and told her that it might hurt a bit." Doris smiled. "She just said, 'Do it now'. And Bradley pushed in. She winced a little and I asked her if she wanted Bradley to stop. She just shook her head." "And Julie's parents were watching you taking her virginity?" I was shaking my head in amazement. Would I have liked my parents watch Pam breaking my cherry with my hairbrush and Bob fucking me that first time? I had been so scared of what they knew at the time. "Did they do anything with her?" I asked them. "No, sweetie," Doris answered. "I told you earlier that the Walcotts don't touch their kids sexually. They watch each other having sex, though." "I waited a little before I started to move in her," Bradley continued. "I went really slow at first, but then she pushed back against me and I knew she was doing fine. So I fucked her a little faster. Unfortunately," he grinned, "she was so tight that I didn't last very long. And I filled her pussy with cum for the first time. "Fortunately for her," Doris slapped his shoulder again. "She bled a little which we had expected and she said she was a little sore. So Bradley didn't fuck her again that night." I looked at his cock. He must have enjoyed reminiscing, because his cock was standing tall. He started to stroke it a little. "Now, now, dear husband," Doris chided him. "Be patient, we want to enjoy that nice pecker of yours some more." I grinned, I sure did want him to fuck me some more. Doris leaned up on an elbow and looked in my face. "So sweetie, happy that you now know?" I nodded. "Thanks for telling me. When did Daddy get involved with Julie?" Doris thought about it for a second debating if she should tell me or not. "During the rest of that school year, it was just Bradley a few times fucking her. It wasn't like she wanted it every day. After her eleventh birthday though, Julie got introduced to our friends. And let's leave it at that for now. Aren't you ready to get that butt plug out and a cock in?" I nodded, smiling. I mentally sighed though, wishing she had told me more. But, I knew that eventually she would. ------- "I think it's time to have some more fun with your little round sexy butt," Bradley stated. He was reaching for the bottle of lube again at the same time. He made a bit of a show of stroking his very hard cock, lubing it up. The thing looked bigger than ever! He then had me get on all fours. Situating himself behind me, he slowly removed the butt plug from my ass. He found little resistance from my once very tight butthole as he pushed his cock in. I could only hope it would recover and do its original job once all the fucking was over. I knew it was gonna get a workout like never before. Bradley's whole cock slid right in with little effort. While my butt wasn't completely loose, it pretty much had surrendered to his dick after getting stuffed for so long with fingers, vibrators, and the butt plug. The really neat thing was that it felt incredible. There was no pain. He was able to fuck me however he wanted, and as fast he wanted. It was all good. Doris was busy with my pussy and tits while the good pastor pillaged my butt. He was fucking me like I was a rag doll. He was seriously getting into it as well, calling me all kinds of dirty things. I didn't care though. He could call me whatever he wanted if he was gonna make my ass feel this great. The biggest surprise of all was when a big orgasm started. An even bigger surprise was Doris let me wail as loudly as I wanted without trying to shove something in my mouth. After my first orgasm, I seemed to remain on the verge of another the rest of the time, sometimes going over the edge when it became really intense. Then Bradley pulled out of my butt. "Watch this, sweetie," Doris told me. She crawled back to Bradley and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Glancing at me, she then opened her mouth and took it inside. She didn't attempt to wipe it off. She took it in her mouth straight from my bottom. She also made a sexy show of licking the head and hard shaft. The whole thing was just so dirty to do. It had been in my ass! Yes, it might be the object of much visual stimulation, but I also knew what I did with that same butt every day. I finally could understand why it would be so popular in X-rated movies. After sucking his cock for a short time, she released it and helped her husband guide it back into my rectum. He began fucking me with long deep thrusts. My eyes never left Doris though. She just stared at me with a mischievous smile. She then reached to touch Bradley's hip, getting him to stop. She reached between our bodies and retook his cock in the same hand. "Remember what I asked you before?" She really didn't have to remind me. In the back of my mind, I knew the whole time this was going to be expected of me. I remembered the video scene she had shown me before. I remembered how she described doing it. I was seriously horny. I shivered at the lack of hesitation I felt as I turned around and took his cock in my mouth. It was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life! And I wanted to do it again and again. I knew the night was still early. I already knew I would be doing this again as well, with his cock coming out of Doris's ass. I would have done anything for these two people right then. Literally anything. I was just glad they didn't own a dog or anything! I sucked his cock deep into my mouth and let the underside slide across my tongue. I even let the tip touch against my throat. His cock got even harder and I could feel he wouldn't last much longer. He hadn't cum since watching the twins. Our ass play and then fucking my butt had gotten Bradley close to the edge. He started to groan so I pulled back so that just the head was in my mouth and stroked his shaft. He pushed his hips forward and moaned loudly. His cum flooded my mouth and I had to swallow fast, but I got it all. He sure shot a load into my mouth. When I had finished cleaning off Bradley's cock, Doris hugged me tightly. "Way to go, lover girl! You don't know how many grown women refuse to do anything like that. I'm so proud of you!" I blushed as Bradley added his own compliments. "You're probably the nastiest teenage girl I've ever met!" he gushed. While any other time I probably would have been totally insulted, I smiled coyly at him before leaning up to give him a deep tongue kiss. I was proud of him for sucking on the same tongue that had just licked the cock that had come straight from my ass. After we got him hard again, he fucked Doris's ass with the same enthusiasm as he had mine. He was definitely getting into watching me suck his dick straight from her ass, pulling it out over and over. Doris would turn around and enjoy his cock, too, at times. I must have looked so perverted sitting with my legs folded under me while waiting for him to pull out of her ass and offer me his cock. I was like a puppy dog begging for a treat. Being able to watch so closely as his hard shaft pumped her firm sexy ass was a treat by itself. I was bold enough to fuck Bradley's butthole with several fingers at the same time! Doris's butthole was just as receptive as it had been earlier. It was easy to tell she had done this often in the past. Her ass opened up much more easily for him than mine had, but it also closed back shut so easily as well. It gave me comfort that mine would recover after the night was over. Sometimes after sucking Bradley's cock, I poked my tongue into Doris's butt before moving out of the way so he could resume poking her. Licking into her bottom was freakin' crazy. But I was so hypnotized by the intense lust of the moment. It seemed so natural to stuff my tongue as far inside her ass as possible. I only wished I had the youth minister's wife's long tongue to get even deeper. Another fun thing to do was to use my fingers to hold her butthole wide open. Bradley did it first, and then I couldn't resist doing it as well. I could stare deep inside her when I did it. I almost yelled out hello once to see if I got an echo. I didn't though as Doris might not care for me thinking her stretched out butthole was the size of the Grand Canyon or something. Things got really wild when it became Bradley's turn again. I had never even considered that he would let me and Doris do the same things to him. For maybe the first time in my life, I had pecker envy. I so wanted to fuck his butt and have him suck me like I had done him. Oh well, I would look seriously silly with a dangling dick and ball sack. I would have had big balls though. Probably the biggest ever. However, I was more than happy with my girl parts. But perhaps I would get a chance to use a strap-on with him some time. Interestingly, Doris and I reaming his ass with our tongues was what brought him to the verge of cumming again. I wondered if two tongues in your butt qualified as double penetration. When he announced that he was about ready to pop, he turned around to sit on his well-used butt. Doris joined me in licking his rigid shaft in the same manner the twin girls had done their grandfather. Images of Julie doing this with Doris in the Rayners' backyard on that fateful Saturday came back to mind as well. I was swirling my tongue on the head when he finally blasted, with a lot of the first spurt ending up on my lips and tongue. He had several more long streamers before it more of less dribbled out to meet our tongues. We cleaned him up pretty good before we collapsed against either side of him, snuggling up to his sweaty body. He was still breathing heavy as Doris and I rubbed his chest, and played tenderly with his nipples. ------- While lying there, I remembered what my first threesome was like with the Clarks. It was a memory that would forever be special to me, along with the one I did with Sarah and Jamie. I almost giggled thinking how I might tell the story to a young girl my age when I was as old as the Thomases. Doris had so easily shared things with me about her teen years. I wondered if I could get Bradley to open up a little with me. "Pastor Thomas, when was your first threesome?" "It was quite a few years ago. In fact, I was still in high school." "Was it with high school girls?" "One of them was, but the other was older." "How much older? Was she in college?" "I've kept it a secret for a long time. I've only ever told Doris." "You can tell me, "I said, and then looked at his wife, "right, Doris?" "I suppose I don't mind. But it's up to Bradley," she told both of us. "Pretty please," I pleaded with him, looking at him with my sweetest smile. "That's not fair," he complained. "Looking at me that way is worse than blackmail!" Doris laughed while I turned on the charm even more, biting my bottom lip and giving him my best coy look. "Okay, you win!" he stated, shaking his head at me. Doris laughed at how easy it was to manipulate him. "The girl, Stephanie Yates, was the daughter of a preacher in our town. The church was very fundamentalist. Their views on sex were very strict." "That had to suck for Stephanie. What was she like?" I asked. "Stephanie was very pretty, as I recall, and she knew it too. She was also aware of the old saying about preacher's daughters." "That they are the wildest?" "Uh huh, as she was to show me one particular afternoon after school when I was sixteen. Stephanie told me to meet her at her house, outside her bedroom window at the back of the house. She said she would leave it propped open a little, and to make sure she was alone before saying anything or making any noise to get her attention. "When I got there, Stephanie was lying on her bed, still wearing the sundress she'd had on at school. I knocked lightly on the window and she looked toward me, holding her finger to her lips for me to keep quiet. She went to her bedroom door and looked out into the hall before closing it and coming to the window to open it further so I could climb into her room. She told me her mom was home but wouldn't bother us for at least a few hours as she was too wrapped up with doing some sewing in her own bedroom. "After I stood there, unsure what to do for a few moments, Stephanie told me to get naked as she began removing her dress. She then anxiously asked if I brought rubbers, which is what most people called them when I was a teen. I picked up my jeans and pulled three out of a front pocket. She smiled almost teasingly as she told me I was pretty ambitious. "I was down to my underwear as she reached behind her to undo her bra, revealing her small breasts. They were perfect, just like yours are," he said to me. I blushed at the compliment, but after watching the twins I couldn't have disagreed more with him. "When Stephanie slid her panties off, my underwear was already lying on the floor. I was ready to get on the bed with her. But she stopped me and took her time holding and looking at my hard throbbing cock. She said I was pretty big, which also told me she had probably seen quite a few. I didn't care if I was her first or tenth. I was more than ready to fuck that gorgeous naked girl. First though, she took me in her mouth and sucked me off. It didn't take long either. She then told me that would keep us from wasting a rubber too quickly. It only took me a few minutes to get hard again as she put on a show of rubbing and fingering her very wet pussy. I actually never really got soft. "After I was fully hard again, Stephanie wanted to put the rubber on me. She quickly had it rolled down over my dick, and then flounced back on the bed with her legs spread wide. I was between them in a flash too, and fucked her for about ten minutes. She came once before I did." "Too cool," I said. "But I thought you were going to tell me about your first threesome?" "Patience, little one," he told me. "After I came, Stephanie took the rubber off of me and held it up so it would drain into her mouth. She said she couldn't risk her parents finding it filled with sperm. I figured she just liked the taste of cum though. She then threw the used rubber on the floor before pulling me down on the bed, and began kissing me while rubbing my wilted cock. Fortunately for me, I wasn't at all worried about tasting myself from her mouth, especially knowing I was going to get to fuck her at least once more. She had me hard again when the unthinkable happened though. Her mom opened the door and walked in." "Oh shit," I stated. "You got that right. I almost jumped out of my skin as I scrambled out of her bed and stood next to it. My cock shriveled up to nothing as well, probably as a self-preservation thing so it would be harder for her mom to cut it off!" Doris and I both laughed, and then I asked, "What did she do?" "Her mom, Mrs. Yates, started laying into both of us about what we'd been doing. She became even more irate when she noticed the used rubber, picking it up by the tip and wagging it in my face. I still don't know why I didn't just turn and dive out of the open window. I couldn't seem to move from where I was standing. Her daughter just lay back on the bed as her mother berated me. "Mrs. Yates asked me if I'd only violated her daughter this one time as she continued to hold up the rubber. I nodded, not even daring to speak, much less mention the earlier blowjob." She then noticed two more rubbers lying on the bedside table. She picked them up and asked if I planned to use them all on her daughter. I stood there frozen. Mrs. Yates sort of snorted at me. Then she said time was wasting and to get hard and get it over with. I was stunned even more than before when she said that. She told me to hurry up, and that since I had two rubbers left, I could fuck both of them. Mrs. Yates was taking her clothes off as she said it too. "I looked over at Stephanie, and she looked like this wasn't a big deal. When her mom reached down and took my cock between two fingers, she just smiled wryly at us. Mrs. Yates wiggled my flaccid dick in front of her daughter. My cock was still in shock, just like I was. Mrs. Yates then told me to play with it and get it hard again as she removed her own dress, bra and panties. She then sat down beside her daughter and watched as I started rubbing my soft cock. She then told her daughter to finger herself to give me something to watch to help me get hard again. After maybe a minute, Mrs. Yates leaned back on the bed and began fingering her own pussy. She was very pretty and sexy, and you could tell they were mother and daughter. "When I was hard again, the mom scooted to the edge of the bed and sucked me for a short time. She then rolled a rubber on me like her daughter had, and told me to fuck her baby girl while she watched. I fucked Stephanie for about fifteen minutes. I probably would've cum sooner, but her mom had us change positions several times - doggie and Stephanie on top. Finally I did cum though. "Stephanie's mom then told me if I could get it up one more time that I could fuck her. While I tended to be able to recover quickly, I had already cum really hard three times inside Stephanie's pussy and mouth. So her mom found a way to get me hard again, or at least to entice me to an erection. She told Stephanie to suck on her tits to help turn me on. And it did have a very positive affect on getting me growing again. After a few minutes, she reached to play with Stephanie's tits, playing and twisting her daughter's nipples, pulling on them until Stephanie moaned. Needless to say, I was rock hard in no time after seeing that. "Her mom lay back and spread her legs, telling me to put the last rubber on and to get busy before her husband came home and caught all of us. I fucked her for maybe a half hour before I came for the last time. And just like her daughter, she took the rubber off and poured what little sperm was in it into her mouth. She told me to get dressed and to hurry out the window. She sent her daughter to the bathroom to get dressed and freshened up. As I was leaving the window, she told me to never say a word of this to anyone, or I wasn't welcomed back to a repeat of the afternoon." "Was there a repeat?" "About a dozen times before Stephanie began going steady with a friend of mine. I remember grinning every time I saw him, and being envious because I knew he was doing the same thing with Stephanie and her mom that I had been doing." "That is too wild," I stated, "and your cock seems to like the memories as well." He grinned as he reached down to hold his rigid cock. Doris had us get up and take a break though before we continued playing. I was thirsty and wanted to stretch a little. We stood around in the kitchen talking for a short time. "Do you have other sexy memories you don't mind sharing?" I asked him. "Sure, but Doris has a few you might like hearing about as well." Doris replied, "I think one story is good enough for now." Bradley just grinned at his wife's attempt to avoid sharing a childhood memory. I didn't say anything to push her. I figured we would have time to talk some other time. ------- When we went back into the bedroom, Doris brought out the strap-on. Now what? Did Doris want to fuck me in my ass, too? With the strap-on? We were on the bed again and Bradley cuddled with me, kissing my neck and my ear before he kissed my face all over. He was seriously making out with me in front of his wife. I was enjoying it, but thought about Peter and Mom. Would I be able to watch Peter and Mom making out without feeling jealous? We got into it even more and sucked on our tongues. I had to turn away for a second to catch my breath and I saw Doris had finished strapping on the dildo. She grinned at me mischievously. It suddenly hit me what she had in mind. I lifted my upper body up and leaned on my elbows. "You're not going to do what I think you've got in mind, do you?" I asked her alarmed. "What do you think I have in mind, hon?" she said ever so sweetly. "Both of you fucking me at the same time!" I breathed deeply so I wouldn't panic. It was pretty damn full down there already with just Bradley's cock up my ass. And Doris wanted to push that dildo thing in my pussy at the same time? I remembered the blindfold game at the Rayners' when she had slipped a rather small vibrator up my ass. But that dildo was the size of a regular cock. She smiled at me again. "I'll take it easy, sweetie. I know you'll like the feeling once you've gotten used to it. Trust me." I looked at her skeptically. But I didn't resist when Bradley lay down on his back and then asked me to sit down on his cock. He would guide it into my ass and I could control how quickly it went in. A little apprehensive I moved over him with my back towards his face and slowly lowered myself feeling his thick cock pushing once again into my ass hole. Being on top I felt him sliding even deeper as he pulled me down so that my back was covering his chest. Doris moved between my legs and folded them way back exposing my slit obscenely. I lifted my head and I could see Bradley's cock deep in my ass stretching it wide as he fucked me gently in my tight ass. No way a penis-sized dildo could fit in my pussy, too. Doris slipped first one finger and then two into my pussy. Bradley exhaled suddenly. "I can feel you touching my cock through that thin skin," he exclaimed. "And I can feel his cock," Doris stated with a big grin on her face. "Oh this is so nasty, sweetie!" Doris fucked me with her fingers causing Bradley to grunt. "Ohh, that feels good," he breathed. "And Melissa is so wet. She's ready for me to fuck her, too." "Go slow," I said apprehensively, but her fingers rubbing in my pussy felt so hot. Still I was very tense as Doris moved forward and lined the strap-on up with my opening. I felt the tip between my pussy lips, separating them as she slowly pushed the thick dildo into me. There was no pain and I started to relax. Actually it was beginning to feel pretty good. I had to lean back against Bradley as Doris hovered over me. "Ready for me to fuck you, nasty girl?" Her voice quivered with her own excitement. "I guess so," I panted. Breathing was a little difficult as the two started to get into a good rhythm pushing into me steadily at the same time. It felt like Doris was following Bradley's lead. When he sped up, so did she. When he fucked me with long deep strokes, Doris did the same. It was obvious that they had done this before. I wondered if they had done this with my mom perhaps? "How is that, sweetie?" Doris asked excitedly, "getting fucked by both of us at the same time?" "I feel so full, but good full," I said trying to catch my breath. Bradley started his dirty talk again as his moves sped up again. "What a little slut, letting her pastor and his wife fuck her at the same time, letting me fuck her dirty little ass." "Don't complain, husband. The little hussy is taking it so good. I bet her little asshole is so tight around your big cock." "Yeah, and you are fucking her so good, too. I can really feel your big cock in her pussy rubbing on mine in that filthy ass of hers. What a dirty little whore she is." I couldn't help wailing out loudly as that tight knot formed in my lower tummy. It felt like a big hot fire spreading through me. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut while I was biting my lower lip. And suddenly I lost all control over my body as my knees kicked up and my orgasm hit me hard. I went limp. I thought I heard Bradley grunting loudly that he was cumming, too. I felt his hard shaft jerking, spewing into my gut. Bradley moved a little more and then all three of us lay still. I slithered a little on Bradley's chest. We were both pretty wet with our sweat. Doris was even dripping on me a little. "Well, sweetie, how was that?" Doris asked me with a smile. I was still panting pretty hard so I took a few seconds before I could answer her. "Sheesh, it was awesome. The Rayners tried to kill me yesterday. And now my pastor and his wife are trying to kill me too! Fuck! That felt so good!" I felt like a Suzy Q snack cake! I certainly had enough cream inside of me to qualify. My grandpa would totally freak out if he knew I was thinking such a thing! I was his sweet innocent girl, not a dirty slutty one. I planned on him never knowing that bad girl. He was my grandpa. Doris slowly pulled out of me and moved to the side. She helped me to lift off Bradley. The sheets were a mess, but both Bradley and Doris grinned like kids caught with their fingers in the cookie jar. Doris got us something to drink as Pastor Thomas and I rested a little. The real fun came soon after though. Doris had her husband get on all four as each of us girls took a turn fucking his butt with the strap-on. Any hidden pecker envy I might have had was cured after that. While it was fun, it was awkward for me to get a good rhythm going while I fucked him. I better appreciated guys who could work their hips. Maybe if I could have felt the same sensations guys got from having their cocks inside a girl, I would have gotten more into the whole pumping action. The biggest thrill of the whole thing was listening to Bradley begging to be fucked. It made me wonder if he had ever had a real cock stuffed in his ass instead of a fake one. Bradley wasn't through fucking either of our butts though. He spent more time enjoying both me and Doris in various positions. One of his favorites seemed to be getting us to kneel side by side so he could move back and forth between us. Another favorite was getting me to lie on top of Doris with my butt lined up right above hers. Moving between us like that was more fun for me. I loved the feeling of lying on Doris's body with her husband's cock deep in my rectum. As with all good things, we finally wore Bradley out. He spurted into Doris's ass once more before he was ready to call it a night. He had done a great job with his two girls. I affectionately patted his wilted dick. I had to go to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, Bradley and Doris came in as well. We all laughed as I pushed his cum out of my butt with the respective background noises. Bradley huffed playfully, "I only shot cum into her, not all that air." We cleaned up a little and went back to bed. I helped Doris change the sheets quickly. We all got under the covers with me in between the Thomases. We all went to sleep very soon. Sometime during the night, I was awakened by a hard cock poking into my leg. Bradley's hand also found its way between my legs and began rubbing my pussy. I spread my legs wider to give him better access too. In the process, I woke Doris up. She figured out what was going on fairly quickly when her hand discovered that her husband's had beaten hers between my already trembling legs. She decided to play with my little boobies instead. While Bradley's fingers were magical on and in my cunt, I was happy when he moved his body in place between my legs and slowly inserted his sexy cock deep in my pussy. It had been much neglected earlier while he played favorites with my butt. However, he was totally forgiven as he fucked me tenderly. Instead of being a potty mouth, he was really sweet with the things he said to me. I enjoyed the way he was bringing me to a wonderfully satisfying orgasm. It wasn't an earth shattering one like earlier, but it seemed so much more normal. Doris cuddling against my side and kissing me made it all the more special. Bradley came softly just like me. He thanked me for a wonderful night and told me that I was a very special girl. That seemed like such a nice compliment. For the first time since earlier that afternoon, I thought about Peter and Mom. I didn't feel any jealousy either. I really was hoping he was making Mom feel as good as I was feeling at that moment. I hoped Mom had made it a fun night for him too. While I was sure I would feel jealous about him again the next day, I was learning how to trust my boyfriend. I had been fucked silly and done some incredibly wild stuff with the Thomases, but he was still first in my heart. I knew what I soon wanted to do for him as well. ------- To Be Continued... ------- Posted: 2002-11-23 Last Modified: 2013-02-22 / 09:28:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------