The Storm Pt. 01 (‘Window Seat’)

Literotic asexstories – The Storm Pt. 01 (‘Window Seat’) by wolfbaby60,wolfbaby60 Like my other stories, this series might have found a home in any number of categories. Group Sex, First Times, or even Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

A warning: There are elements of bi MMF herein, so if that isn’t to your taste, so be it. There may be lots of other things that might appeal to you.

Thanks for all the positive feedback and votes for the first Window Seat trilogy. It is appreciated.

I hope you enjoy this second trilogy which jumps ahead to 2006.

Enjoy.

***

I checked the forecasts from every source in the state and it looked like an awesome three days for a midweek hike. TV and internet called for clear skies and light breezes and they have no reason to lie, do they?

We had packed most of the gear the night before and all remained was toiletries, food that we’d carry in and the like. Sarah was a deep sleeper and loathe to set an alarm for any reason. I had mine set to go off at 5:30 but i didn’t need it. I woke up with a hot, sucking mouth on my cock and looked up just as my wife shoved the covers aside. Smiling, she whispered that she was gonna miss me while I was away. I told her that I’d be back on Thursday afternoon.

“Nevertheless,” she said and gently held my cock upright, straddled me and lowered herself down. I held her by her lovely full tits and thrust up into her- loving the feelings since forever. She bit her lip and we rode and arched and quietly came all over each other. I held her by her ass and pumped her full, moaning and trading tongues and not caring one bit about the morning breath. I was going to miss her, too.

Sharing kisses and whispers of devotion, we cuddled until she had to get up to pee. When she came back from the en suite I was getting dressed. She sat on the bed naked and reached for her robe as an afterthought. “I set a charge of dynamite under Sarah’s bed, but I doubt it’ll do anything. I’ll go in and dump her onto the floor after the smoke clears.”

I buttoned my jeans and commented that the only sure thing was that the blast wouldn’t wake Ben up either. We had the sleepiest kids in Christendom. I doubt I’d see him before his sister and I were on our way to the hills.

When I had finished breakfast and loaded the perishables in the cold packs, my wife guided ‘Sleepyhead Sarah’ into the kitchen and coaxed her to have some toast and coffee. I loaded the pickup and looked at the front door. Mother and daughter were in a serious conference. I had no idea what they could have been talking so seriously about.

They were spitting images for the most part and kindred spirits in many ways, but my wife could offer no advice about camping and hiking, except for staying away from poison ivy. Sarah on the other hand could offer no advice to my wife about housekeeping besides waiting for the cleaning lady who came on Tuesdays and Fridays.

***

Clapton, Skynyrd, The Stones and I were grooving as I drove west. We had been on the road for about an hour when she finally woke up. She stretched and sighed and rubbed her pretty face. “It’s alive!” I said and she stuck out her tongue. She rummaged under the seat and pulled out her CD case, selecting a mix-tape disc and switching off the classic rock station I had been listening to.

“Out with the old… and in with the new…” and the truck was filled with Green Day, Usher and the Black Eyed Peas. Though mostly new and unfamiliar, I could sing the odd line when she held an invisible microphone to my face. She was being fun and silly, bopping in her seat- and emphasizing some of the more suggestive lyrics- and looking at me- daring me to say something.

Someone not familiar with the situation might have even thought she might have been flirting- and maybe she was- but that was just Sarah all over. She was the loudest in her clique- a leader in almost every way. She played basketball even though she was only five foot four, leading the charge up the court and setting plays. She played softball, a rock behind the plate. Because she was on the short side, she didn’t get any scholarship offers, but she wasn’t too concerned. She didn’t consider herself university material.

My wife described her as saucy and rambunctious from the time she could walk. Curious about everything with a slashing wit, she could be heard over the din of all her girlfriends- just as likely to either cleverly satirize a teacher at school or make a fart joke.

Her brother Ben, on the other hand, though a year older, had recognized early that there was no way to compete with the ‘sister tornado’ as he called her. He turned and ran the other way, becoming bookish and shy- a camera and video and computer guy. He wasn’t withdrawn by any means, just way more quiet by comparison. Though he considered himself a bit of a nerd, he had a savage wit too, and was quick to point out absurdities in life. By and large, we had two totally different kids, and we loved them dearly. As a family we got along as well as we could have hoped.

So if Sarah expected me to chide her for singing naughty songs or acting just the other side of proper, I wouldn’t. I had heard her and her friends singing along to sexual things that would have been banned in my day. Nothing like a bunch of teen girls singing about their “humps” down in the basement rec room. Yes, indeed- an old dad at forty-two had better keep up- or at least keep his mouth shut.

Upstairs my wife would kid me about being an old prude, even though she knew too well I wasn’t. Sometimes in bed she’d whisper and ask me which of our daughter’s friends turned me on the most, and she’d make up stories about what might have happened with that girl and she and I. Sometimes I’d ask her the same question about Ben’s friends and there would be more stories- always ending up in a sweet, hot lovemaking session. There were things in both of our pasts that would have shocked them to their cores- like the fact that we had been swinging since back in our college days- and had participated in bi group sex and other things.

But we always kept that from Sarah and Ben. As far as they knew we were normal, boring, suburban parents with mildly interesting jobs. But events were unfolding and history was about to give us all a good kick in the ass.

***

We stopped at a family restaurant on the interstate and had a wonderful late breakfast. We made the turn towards the park and its many hiking trails just before 10:30. The last filling station before the park came into view and since we needed gas, I pulled in. “Are you staying in here, sweetie?” I was going to get out to check on the gear in the back.

“No, Dad. I don’t want to be a bear.” Her hand was resting on the door handle and she was smiling mysteriously.

“A bear..? What are you talking about?”

“A bear, Dad. What does a bear do?” She was starting to get that impatient look that would immediately be followed by a classic eye-roll. “What does a bear do… in the woods?”

It dawned on me and I made a face. “Way too much information, kid!”

She laughed madly and hopped out of the truck and walked to the station. I shook my head.

***

The parking lot was deserted- just one dusty Subaru down the way. Doing this hike in the middle of September was way better than doing it in August like we usually did. Sarah and I had been doing our weekend hike thing for going on four years and every time we seemed to enjoy it more. I couldn’t convince her to try a wilderness hike, she wanted some comforts. These trails were always well-kept despite the crowds and Rangers made sure there was firewood available to save the trees. There were little cul-de-sacs off the trails for overnight camping, and these were equipped with concrete pits to cut the risk of fires getting away and out of control.

There were water pumps fed from springs every few miles. These were the best trails the state had to offer and we were lucky to have them almost all to ourselves. Because Sarah had just graduated this past June and her job didn’t start until the first week of October, we planned the hike for mid-week instead of week-end.

Loading ourselves with our backpacks and checking that we had everything, we flipped a coin to see who carried the tent first. I lost, so I had her strap it onto my pack and away we went.

Every year we had been doing this, Sarah and I had a chance to talk. We’d talk about school, her friends, her plans and her dreams. She’d tell hilarious stories about friends, teachers and teammates that were pure comedy. This year though, there wasn’t much talk on the first leg of the trail, though we both commented on the changing colors of the trees, and how lovely it was compared to hiking in August of years past. She did take a few pictures with a digital camera Ben had outgrown. We sat and ate our lunch overlooking a valley cloaked in orange and crimson, reveling in the unseasonable heat of late summer.

***

Back on the trail after lunch we heard the approaching burr of an ATV. A Park Ranger was heading toward us, giving a wave as she drew up, hauling a trailer of firewood behind her.

She turned off the motor. “Hi, you guys! I’m Brenda- I have this trail until the end of the season. Hope everything is going well.”

I introduced myself- and my daughter Sarah. We shook hands.

“How goes the hike?”

“Great thanks- the trail looks awesome. You guys are doing a great job.”

She smiled, swept off her ballcap and bowed slightly. “We appreciate the compliments! And there’s lots of wood all the way back now.”

“Thanks!”

She had a nice smile. “Welcome!”

“Can’t beat the weather, either.”

“Well,” she said scratching the back of her head and replacing her cap, “I was just checking the Doppler and there’s a cold front coming in. There might be some unsettled weather tonight- maybe just high winds- maybe a little rain. So be sure to pound those tent pegs in.”

Sarah muttered ‘great’ under her breath. She was at best a fair weather camper.

“Cool- thanks for the warning! Have a good day, Ranger Brenda.” I sketched a salute.

She laughed, returned the salute, revved up her ATV and pulled away from us. Sarah stood looking after her with a bemused smile. “Holy Pippi Longstocking.”

I saw the point. The Ranger was about 24 or so, with flaming copper hair in pigtails and freckles. “I mean, have you seen redder hair, Dad?”

“Be nice, Sarah.”

Sarah laughed and starting walking.

After another few hours- with longer breaks- I announced I was beat and ready to set up for camp. We found a nice clearing that was close to both a wood bin and a water pump. Since I had carried the tent all that way, I demanded Sarah set it up. She did so- only moaning and bitching a little that she had to do everything! I made a couple trips down to grab some firewood. The tent was quick to set up, and after she was done, she used a foot pump to blow up our air mattresses and pillows. Sarah went for water and we each stowed our gear.

I chopped kindling and started the fire. It was a pleasure to be working as a team, but I was still somewhat uncomfortable with how quiet the kid had been all day. Other than the crack about the Ranger’s appearance, she was hardly herself. I put it down to how unsure she might be about her future. She had a good job lined up, but after high school was over- anything could happen. If she was going to talk about it in her own sweet time, she would- and then it would be hard to shut her up.

***

After supper she was still lost in her own thoughts and I was enjoying the quiet. I had packed a pint of Southern Comfort and we each traded swigs as we sat by the fire. Not even the warming liqueur would loosen her tongue.

It was starting to get a bit breezy and the temperature was dropping up here in the hills. She changed for bed first. I made sure the fire was out and wood ready for the morning. She let me know it was okay for me to come in. I slipped into the tent and slid the zipper back down and peeled off my hoodie. She had her back turned, arranging her things just so. We usually wore flannel pants and t-shirts and I changed into mine.

When I turned to say goodnight, she was facing me, kneeling on her sleeping bag, wearing just panties and a t-shirt. In the light from the camp lantern, I could see the outline of her nipples. It was deeply unsettling to realize her breasts were just as I remembered seeing her mom’s. It’s a wonder she didn’t date more than she had.

My daughter was built- I guess I had always known that, but this is the first time I had admitted the fact to myself. Yes, her breasts were just like her Mom’s had been back in the day- lovely full breasts that were a dream to touch, kiss and suck. I leaned over the space between us and kissed her cheek and whispered goodnight and crawled into my bag. She sat there, as if she was expecting more. Then she turned out the light. She remained kneeling there for I don’t know how long before she crawled into her bag, too. I hoped she hadn’t seen the beginnings of an erection.

***

I awoke with a start- the sound of drumming. It wasn’t Charlie Watts. The sound of running water- I wasn’t at home. It wasn’t the toilet flushing in the middle of the night. It was rain. Fuck. Rain.

There was a loud rumble of thunder and I sat up.

“Ew, Dad- was that you?”

My daughter was awake, too. “Ha ha.”

There was another roll of thunder. “Did you have beans for supper, for god’s sake?”

“Very funny, kid.” At least the fart jokes were back. I searched in my pack for a spare groundcloth and even though I knew it was useless and too late, I drew up the zipper and went out to cover the firewood.

It wasn’t raining hard, but it was raining steady and there was thunder and lightning. I was pretty much soaked by the time I returned to the tent. Sarah was kneeling almost as before, with the light on and a concerned look on her face.

“Dad? I’m scared- can you help me?”

***

She had never, ever been much good around storms, despite joking about it. She needed to pee and asked me to help her find a nearby tree to lean back against. I swept the camp light around the clearing, finding a likely place. The flip-flops we wore around the camp were squelching through mud by the time we got there. She leaned back squatting and I held her hand to support her. I looked anywhere but down.

She tugged my hand and I offered her a swatch of toilet paper that I had brought with me. She took it and soon pulled herself to her feet. She tossed it away and I was conscious of her sliding her panties back up beside me. She gripped my arm and drew close. She made no move to head back to the tent.

“How about you?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you have to… you know?”

“I… I guess I do.”

She held the light in her hand- she wasn’t going anywhere. I looked at her- she was soaked, too- her short, blonde hair made dark with the rain. Her face was glistening. I opened the fly of my flannel pajamas and drew out my cock. Her eyes followed the movement and she watched me pee- holding my arm tighter. I couldn’t help it- fuck, I was getting harder, even despite the evening chill. Much too hard for the circumstances.

She shuddered and whispered above the noise of falling water. “That’s… nice”

“What…?”

“Mom said-”

“What?” God… I was getting even harder.

“Nothing…”

“Sarah-”

“It looks like you’re done, Dad.” I was. I looked at her- she was smiling mischievously.

“Aren’t you gonna shake it? I guess it doesn’t matter- the last drop always ends up in

your pants, right?”

“Yeah.” I tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace.

“Come on, you’re soaked, Dad- you’re gonna catch your death of pneumonia!” I rearranged myself in my briefs. She laughed and led the way back to the tent- holding the light like the Statue of Liberty.

We dug towels out of our packs and dried off as best we could. I was with my daughter in a tent- looking like she was competing in a wet t-shirt contest on college spring break. She caught me looking and covered up with a satirical show of modesty. She laughed at how I blushed.

I took off my t-shirt and changed into another. I happened to look at my watch and noticed it was 1:15 in the morning. I told her to turn around. I rummaged in my pack and drew out a plastic food container. I found my lighter and flicked it into life.

“Ready.”

Sarah turned around and her eyes lit up and she covered her mouth. “You remembered…!”

“Happy birthday, Sarah.” There was a chocolate cupcake with peppermint icing- from her favorite bakery. I had lit a single candle to mark her birthday.

She took the cupcake reverently and closed her eyes. She opened them and gently blew out the little flame. Smiling like a cat she pulled the candle and after she made sure it was out, she slipped it under her pillow. Delicately she pulled off the fluted wrapping- and crammed the while thing into her mouth at once. We were both laughing maniacally and she was spewing chocolate crumbs all over the tent. When she had swallowed the last bit she dusted off her hands and sat back on her haunches.

I was kneeling across from her. “So. Did you make your wish?”

She turned all serious and cocked an eyebrow. “Is that any of your business?”

“I was just curious. Concerned.”

She leaned back a bit and arched her back. “Dad- my eyes are up here.” Busted, I looked at her face. “But…” she whispered, “if you really want to know, I got part of my wish. Out there. In the rain.”

I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know how to respond.

I could barely hear her whisper over the increasing winds and rain pounding on the roof of the tent. “Are you… still hard?”

“Am I… what?”

She leaned in a bit. “Are you still hard? Your…” and she positively breathed the word ‘cock’. I shrugged. “Will this help?” and with that she gripped the hem of her t-shirt and peeled it slowly and wetly off her body. Her breasts bounced- large and amazingly firm- with light and very hard coral nipples. I could hardly take my eyes off her.

“Did you and Mom… plan this?”

She nodded. “Mom told me that… you and her have thoughts… you’ve talked about my friends. Stacy. Carla, too. But the thing is, Stacy and Carla look… kinda like me, Dad. Except they have darker hair. People have still mistaken us for sisters. You don’t ever talk about me? Hmmm. That’s odd.”

“You- you’re my daughter, Sarah-”

“Mom also told me… about her and Uncle Kevin. And about you and Aunt Emily.”

Fuck. So much for keeping secrets.

“What else did she tell you?”

“Not a lot. But she said there’d be stories enough for a hundred mile hike.”

“I guess so.”

“She also said… your cock… wasn’t the biggest she ever had, but it was perfect for her. Perfect for sucking. Perfect for a first time- or at least a second time.” She crawled the foot or so between our bags and put an arm around my shoulder and kissed me. Her other hand reached down and caressed the outline of my shaft. “Oh yes, fuck yes…”

“Sarah…”

“I want this. I want us… to make love, Dad. I want us to… fuck. Don’t you want that, too?”

She asked it in such a manner that I know I would have broken her heart had I said ‘no’ to her. And once the thought of making love with her had been introduced, it wasn’t going to leave any time soon. I nodded. “I want that, too.”

“Good.” She moved closer and slipped my t-shirt off, kissing my chest.

“What… what about Mom?” Since our marriage we had never done anything like this without the other present.

She pulled back and looked at me with that same mysterious smile. “Well, if things go according to plan- and they probably are, she and Ben will be fucking each other’s brains out by this time.”

***

We didn’t hear the zipper open behind us- but we heard the scream.

Sarah sat up on my cock as I was fucking up into her- and looked over her shoulder. I looked around Sarah and saw the rain-soaked and totally appalled face of the Ranger Brenda backing out of the opening. Even though it was our second go-round, and as I was so close- there was no way I could stop what we were doing. After I came again (and hopefully she did, too) she laid down on my chest and whispered, “Are we in trouble, Dad?”

I told her I didn’t think so but I said I should go out and talk to her if she was still around.

***

She was sitting on her idling ATV, her hands on the handlebars but not going anywhere. The empty trailer was still attached. I walked up carefully, in my hoodie and flannel pants- almost immediately soaked again. She didn’t even look at me. Her voice was calm, just loud enough to be heard. “I- I thought… someone was sick. Or hurt. I heard moans. I didn’t know you were… fucking each other.”

I tried to diffuse the situation. “Well, there’s no point in saying ‘It’s not what it looks like…’ That would be… absurd, I guess.”

“Absurd. Yes.”

Sarah appeared beside me, bundled in flannel pants and hoodie. She looked worried. “Is… is everything okay?”

Brenda turned to look at us. “Okay? You were fucking your own father and you ask if everything’s okay? In what world is that normal? Why in heaven’s name would you want to do that, girl?”

Sarah shifted from foot to foot and looked at the Ranger. “Actually its only our first time together. I seduced him. It was my idea. It’s my birthday present to myself if you really want to know. And I’d do it again in a second. As for why? Well, girl, look at him! He’s a great guy, a wonderful father and the best dude I’ve ever met in my life. And on top of that- he’s got a perfect cock. Not too big and not too small. That’s why in heaven’s name I want to do that. Any more questions?”

Fuck. Ranger Brenda got off easy. Maybe she knew it. She wiped her face with a leather glove. “The weather’s going to get worse. If you want I can take you to the cabin to wait out the storm. Pack up your things and put them in the trailer. We can let them dry out in the Quonset. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” With that she gunned the motor and skidded away, leaving the two of us by the muddy road.

***

It was a harrowing ride to the Ranger cabin. Sarah rode behind Brenda and I perched on the covered trailer with all our soaked gear piled in it, hanging on for dear life as we slid and skidded along the narrow trail- soaked in a persistent rain.

The Quonset was a half tube shed of curved corrugated metal, filled with trucks and grounds-keeping equipment and reeking of diesel- but it was dry. Sarah and I draped the sodden tent on the hood of a half ton truck and the rest of our things all over the shop. The backpacks, we carried to the cabin, hoping it would be big enough. We followed Brenda after she closed the sliding doors.

The cabin was big enough, but not by much. In the screened-in porch, Brenda pulled off her yellow rain gear and hung it on a rack to dry.

“Bring some dry things in to wear. Bring anything that’s wet, too.” We dug through our packs leaning against the wall and pulled out wet or damp clothes and towels. She opened the front door and turned on the lights and went in, hanging the keys to the ATV on a board beside a duty roster checklist and a bulletin board with State government papers pinned all over it. Sarah and I shivered by the door. Brenda must have been cold, too. She was soaked to the skin like us.

Sarah held up her hand. “May I use the bathroom?”

“Sure.” Brenda pointed at the door beside the fireplace. “There’s a washer and dryer, and towels.” Sarah took the handful of wet stuff from me, went in and closed the door. I carefully peeled off the soaked hoodie. The t-shirt beneath was just as wet. I tried to keep them from dripping on the wood floor. I heard the dryer start.

There was a long counter along the wall closest to the door that contained the radio, work stations and further along a stove, a sink and a fridge. A round table sat nearly.

Opposite the counter was another counter, separating a living area with an old sofa and a few chairs around a fireplace. On one side of the fireplace was a door and on the other, the bathroom.

She went to the radio under the cork board and turned it on. It crackled to life. “7A Cabin to Base. 7A to Base. Come in Base. Over.”

“Base here. How’s the weather up there, Palmer? Over.”

“Just Peachy, Base. I have a couple of strays caught in the rain staying up here to dry

out. Over.”

“Any problems? Over.”

She looked at me for a moment. “No. No problems. All is well. Over.”

“Goodnight, then. Stay warm and dry, Palmer. Over.”

“Copy that. Over and out.” She looked at me again after hanging up the mic and turning off the radio. I didn’t move. “You can come in. I’m not gonna bite. Do you want some coffee? Tea?” She walked to the far end of the counter and began filling a kettle from the pump on the sink and putting it on the stove.

“Some tea would be great.”

“You really should have brought rain gear.”

“Well, the forecast…”

“Yeah. The reliable Weather Service…”

“You… you’re all wet, too. You must be freezing,”

“I’ll be fine- you go change.”

Sarah had appeared in her flannel sleep pants and a t-shirt without a bra. I took my dry jeans, underwear and a t-shirt to the bathroom and added my wet things to Sarah’s in the dryer. I toweled myself off and got dressed.

When I came out of the bathroom, Brenda was leaning back against the counter undoing her braids, letting her deep copper-red hair fall in long little kinks down past her shoulders. She was about five ten and lithe. The Ranger Green uniform really did look nice on her. Damp, it clung to her.

I admitted to myself that had Jen been here, we might have broached the subject. But Jen wasn’t here. Sarah was. Brenda did have a nice smile, but a guarded manner. Sarah was leaning against the counter. The two girls seemed to be measuring each other. Finally, being a guest and knowing she should say something, Sarah apologized for being such a smart-ass. Brenda apologized for screaming. They actually smiled.

“Look, we have the one bedroom here, and that’s mine. I… I don’t know how long its going to be storming- at least the rest of the night… In the morning I can drive you down to to your vehicle. Or you can wait a while and see if it clears off. The point is, there’s the sofa. And…” She turned to the counter, unsure or unable to finish that thought.

Sarah turned to look at me. I had no idea what she was thinking, But fuck- her nipples were hard. I could almost see through the material. Maybe she planned it that way. Her breasts looked really nice. (Her tits? I had kissed and sucked them in the tent just barely an hour ago, so I guess I could call them that, now. My daughter’s tits…? God- how things change so quickly.) She walked over and placed her hands on the Ranger’s shoulder- rubbing gently, caressing. “We didn’t mean to shock you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay- Sarah, is it? Sarah. It’s nice that you have someone that you love enough to defend. Mine was a total waste of skin.” She cocked her head toward me. “He does seem pretty okay. I guess it was just something I didn’t expect to see. I mean, I see lots of… you know families on the trails here. A lot of… dads and daughters. Moms and dads and kids your age. Brothers and sisters. Moms and sons… I just never thought that some of them… would be having it off with each other after dark. It’s just… kinda wild to think about.”

My daughter turned the Ranger so she was more or less facing us and whispered. “Maybe it happens… more than you might think. And if both want it to happen, where better than… in the wild? I’m sure you’ve had sex in a tent.” Sarah was smiling as she said this. It was infectious as Brenda smiled wryly. She had her hand on Brenda’s lower back now, and a finger tucked in the uniform’s belt loop. She whispered, “Do you think you’d still scream if you saw it next time?”

Brenda turned and looked at Sarah. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “Maybe I would. Or maybe I’d just… watch longer. Maybe its something I’ll think about…in the middle of a lonely night up here.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think my daughter was putting a move on her. I didn’t know much about Sarah’s love life aside from the recent few hours. I know she didn’t date much, even though she was quite popular. Jen said she was just taking her time with dating, not rushing into anything. I know she had been to the prom and was two hours late getting home, but I kept my mouth shut- letting Jen take care of that. She had tons of girlfriends and countless sleepovers had taken place- our place being ‘party central’ for her crowd. Maybe she was… better with girls. I stood back and watched Sarah in action.

“Don’t you have… anyone you might think about? Do you… have a boyfriend?”

Brenda snorted, “I took this job to get as far away from my family as possible. And a boyfriend? The last one I had called me ‘a fucking carrot’, missy. I mean look at this hair! The fucking freckles! So no, there’s nobody I might be thinking about…”

Sarah touched Brenda’s belt buckle. She leaned close, tiptoed and barefoot. That t-shirt really was showing off her breasts to best advantage. She actually tucked her fingertips inside the green slacks of the taller girl and drew her nearer. She pulled the girl down to her level and whispered something in the Ranger’s ear. Brenda paused and whispered something back and Sarah whispered something else. Brenda recoiled- looking at me- then at Sarah. Brenda’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

“What did you say, Sarah?”

“Nothing.” She wore an innocent smile.

“Nothing. Yeah, right. What did you say, Sarah?”

Even with her wall to wall freckles, I could tell Brenda blanched, and dare I say it, almost looked like she was going to faint. The kettle started boiling, announcing itself with a whistle and Brenda used the opportunity to separate herself. Sarah turned to me and smiled. I really had to know what passed between them. I walked over to where the shaken girl was making the pot of tea for us.

“What did she say, Brenda- I hope she hasn’t offended you- after you offer us hospitality like you have.”

She put a tin of cookies on the counter. “It’s okay, Sean. Help yourself- they’re home made.” She was resolutely trying to ignore what happened.

“Tell me.”

“Go ahead, Brenda. Tell him.”

Brenda placed her palms on the countertop and looked down- her voice low and measured. “She- your daughter asked if… if I liked sex, Sean and… and I said yes. Then… then she said that she wouldn’t scream if- if she saw… saw you fucking me.”

Oh. I was somewhat shocked that she’d say something like that to an almost total stranger. I looked over at Sarah, who just shrugged. “She seems nice, Dad. And lonely. And I’ve never seen anyone having sex… watched anyone… other than pornos online. I’d think it was… pretty fucking hot. We’re all adults here.”

Brenda turned to me and she was crying. I leaned in and tenderly brushed a tear away from her cheek with my thumb. She threw herself into my arms and we were kissing like mad- our arms around each other and our hands exploring. Abruptly she stopped- and backed away to look in my eyes. “Is she lying? Are you? Would you do that..?”

I nodded. “I’m sure I’d love that Brenda.” She kissed me again- tongues mingling and pelvis’ grinding.

She backed away and whispered. “I have to take a shower. I haven’t had one in a few days- it’s been busy.” She hustled off to the bathroom, then stopped, turned back and kissed Sarah on the cheek before heading for her shower. Halfway to the bathroom, she turned and said, “Don’t change your mind. Please.”

Sarah watched her go, then walked up to me and poured tea for us. She went to the fridge to find milk to go with the sugar on the counter. She stirred and whispered. “Mom would approve.” She helped herself to a couple cookies. I had a couple, too.

“Probably.”

“So… we have some time. I bet she wants to shave her legs and pits, too.”

I carried my tea over to the fireplace and Sarah followed. She knelt beside me at the hearth and whispered “Maybe she shaves her pussy like Mom, too. Carla does. Her and Stace are going to be sooo jealous.” I sipped my tea and said nothing. “They talk about you, too. They want to fuck you so bad.”

The wood-box was full and there was kindling and newspaper in a nearby basket. “I hope you won’t be telling them until we’re ready for that…” I was still trying to figure out how things had come to this. In the meantime I watched the fire grow.

“So… what you said about Mom and Ben…”

“No, Dad. I want to hear about you… and Mom. And Uncle Kev and Aunt Emily. She was sketchy on the details. She did say that when you met, you and Emily were a couple.”

“Is that all she said?”

My sweet, forthright girl actually blushed. “Well, she said that.. she and Kevin… you know…”

“What were they doing, Sarah? Do tell.”

She dropped her voice and hugged her arm over her breasts. Her tits. “They were having sex. They were fucking.”

“She told you more than that, if I know your Mom. Come on. Spill it.”

The words came out in a rush. “I told her I had been… fooling around with Carla… and Stacy and a few others, and I was afraid I was…you know, lezzie. But Mom said it was a normal thing to go through and I probably wasn’t gay if I still thought about guys- and I did. I do. She said I might be bisexual and that was no big deal because lots of people are- she said that she was- and that you were, too. She said you were both bi. She knew right away that she shouldn’t have said that but the cat was out of the bag. She said it was something that you should tell me yourself, not her. But if Ben finds out- it’ll make him happy, too. He’ll be relieved.”

I took the bit in my teeth. “Ben knows, Sarah.”

“He does? He never told me!”

“Maybe Ben is better at keeping secrets than you and your Mother.”

She looked chagrined. “How? How does he know?”

“I caught him and Aaron in the basement. It’s a good idea to have the TV volume down if you’re going to look at porn and stroke and suck each other. It was completely accidental. I was cool with it, if I must say so- just let them know that as long as the partner is cool with it- it’s okay. I told them I was orally bi- and had been since college. And you’re right- he was relieved.” I sipped the tea and looked at her. ” How do you feel about it, kid?”

She blushed. There was another huge roll of thunder and she jumped. The rain intensified overhead. “I’m not sure how… how I feel about my dad liking other guys. The thought of you and Uncle Kevin… it’s kinda weird. But kinda hot. I’ve seen pictures of things like all that. Ben has some on his computer.” She smiled, catlike. “He had lots of things on there.”

“What else did Mom tell you?”

“Aunt Fran.”

Oh god. She did spill the beans. I smiled and shook my head. “Boy, it’s going to be interesting to go to work for her now, won’t it?” I worked for Fran, too- a producer in her film company. I traveled lots, which probably meant I was away from home when a lot of these things happened. And she had asked Sarah to come and work as a production assistant until she was ready for college.

“I’m going to work hard- I’m going to make sure she’s proud of me. And you’re proud of me, too.”

“Your Mom and I are already proud of you, Angel.”

She leaned close as we stood at the counter and whispered. “I… I hope you didn’t mind me talking about you- your… you know- to Brenda. I haven’t seen a lot of… cocks. In person.”

“How many?”

“Just two. Three including Ben. Four including you.”

“How many… have you touched?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

She looked right at me and bit her lip. “Just two. Three including Ben. Four including you.”

“I’ll want to hear that story…”

She nodded and placed her hand on my cock and found I was quite hard. “I know I’m gonna want more, Dad. More of you… but for now I want to see you… and her.” She cocked her head to the bathroom door.

As if on cue, the door opened and Brenda appeared. She turned out all the lights but for the one over the counter. We stood to meet her. The white terrycloth robe clung to her much like her uniform had and her hair was damp. She padded up to us in bare feet, standing between us with a solemn look on her face. The blaze in the fireplace danced in her eyes. Her hands were clasping the neck of her bathrobe, holding it together, guarding.

“You look… awesome.” Sarah’s voice was hushed.

She smiled briefly at my daughter- then looked at me. “I have to say this. I have never… ever… ever done anything like this. Nobody can ever know. I love my job. But I do want to do it. Its been… ages. But…” She looked at Sarah. “I’m not sure where you want this to go, but… I’m not that way. You’re pretty- I’m sure you’re a lovely girl, but I just want him. You can have him- for the rest of your life. This is just one a one-time thing for me. Is that… okay.”

A look of hurt passed over Sarah’s face, but disappeared in a smile. “I guess… Sure, that’s fine! Cool… so um… Is it still okay if… I watch?”

Brenda considered for a moment, nodded and took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Sarah followed.

***

She insisted on keeping the bedroom lights off, but some came through the window and the open door. I could see everything. After a deep and passionate kiss, she drew back and untied her robe and shyly opened it. She had lovely breasts, upturned with dark red nipples to match the full mat of her cunny. I peeled off my t-shirt and slipped off my jeans and underwear. My cock was extremely hard. Her body was shining with eagerness as we embraced again. “Tell me what you want, Brenda. Tell me.”

She smiled and crawled up onto the messy, unmade bed and lay back, one hand tweaking her nipples one after the other, and the other running along her slit. “Just… fuck me.”

I crawled up and knelt between her thighs and kissed her tummy, moving down to replace her finger with my tongue, licking and sucking, parting her hair to find her clitty. I worked her as best I could. She was so fucking wet and tasted so fucking good. She moaned and gripped my hair with both hands- pulling me deeper and hissing. “Oh god- that’s good-so good but give me your cock I want the cock you fucked her with oh god fuckkkkk. Fuck meeee!”

I got up on my knees and looked over at Sarah, sitting on a chair she had pulled up close. She was naked, working her fingers into her cunny and squeezing her tits. “Fuck her, Dad. Fuck her good. But I’ll want some of what you did to her just now… soon.”

I leaned over Brenda and kissed her- letting her taste herself. She grabbed my cock enthusiastically- maybe roughly- and guided it to her slit. She almost screamed as I sank slowly and deeply into her wetness. I hit bottom and pulled out and started fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. “Oh god! FUCK YESSSSS! oh god fuck me oh god do it, do me. Fuck me! Oh god fuckkkk I missed a cock in my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around my ass and bucked up… Her eyes were wild and her hair was spread out, covering the pillow. “”Fuck me harder… please, just fuck me…!”

I fucked her as best I could- it was a totally surreal and erotic moment in my life. I knew I was getting close. “Tell me… where do you want me to come, little girl?” Not sure why I said that- I hoped it wasn’t a mistake.

Her eyes opened even wider. “My cunt! Oh god… fuck me!”

I was so very close. I started pounding her, assuming she wouldn’t mind and Sarah joined the obscene chorus. “Fuck her Daddy- fuck her cunt- make her come, Daddy.

Fuck her good! Oh god- coming…” She leaned back in her chair and frantically worked her clit with two fingers as I arched my back and filled Brenda… slamming deep and frenzied. She froze and dug her heels into my ass and her fingernails in my back. Then we both shuddered and collapsed.

We were coming down, catching our breath. I pulled out of her and was kneeling, dripping our combined juices on her thigh for her to play with. She was looking between- Sarah and I. Perhaps she was replaying what she saw in the tent, because she moved and lay me onto my back and pulled her hair off to the opposite side of her face and leaned down and sucked me- trying to raise the dead. She moaned- perhaps surprised by the taste of her all over my cock- our combined juices. She was succeeding admirably and I saw her look at Sarah now and then, while sucking me deeply or licking me from balls to tip.

“Have you done this yet, Sarah?” she whispered. Sarah said she hadn’t. Yet. “You haven’t sucked his cock? What had you done…? Tell me.”

Sarah leaned forward, a hand between her thighs and a hand caressing her breasts. “I had him… fuck me- on top of me… and then… after… I wanted to be on top because I had seen pictures… and that’s when-”

“You just fucked him, then? I got to do this before you did..?” And she sank her mouth down all the way. “Mmm it is… it is perfect. Perfect for sucking.” For once, Sarah had no reply. I was going to have to cherish this moment- for more reasons that that.

Brenda had brought me to full erection again and she hovered over- and sank her sweet cunt down on me. I held her up by her pretty little tits and we fucked again. But she kept looking over at Sarah. “This is how I saw you fucking him, Sarah. Just like this. It feels so fucking gooood… I hope it rains for the rest of the week. I want to fuck him again and again- just like you do. You were right. If he was my Dad, I’d want to fuck him too. Isn’t that right, Daddy?” She looked at me and bounced up and down harder, encouraging me to slam up deeper inside her. “Fuck me! Oh, Daddy I’m gonna- oh god fucccckkkk.” Brenda wavered after she came all over me. Just sitting on me- quivering… milking my cock, dazed and in a state of bliss.

After a while- she was a long time savoring the experience- she crooked a finger at my daughter. Sarah joined us on the bed and held her- and kissed her. Brenda kissed back, wrapping their arms around each other, touching each other softly and sweetly. She leaned down and took one of Sarah’s nipples in her mouth- sucking eagerly.

“I… mmmm I thought you weren’t… that way?” whispered Sarah.

“Like I said… this is a one-time thing for me… so shut up… and lets go for it.”

***

Mmm god. They went for it, and since it was going to be a while before I was able to recover, I was in Sarah’s place as spectator. It was an awesome show.

I left them together- kissing them both and going back out to replenish the fire and make some more tea. I had my t-shirt and underwear on, my jeans draped over the armchair. I was there for a while- leaning against the sofa, stretched out on the rug with my feet toward the flames. Sarah came out alone, closing the door. She slipped her clothes on and took her tea from where she left it on the hearth and zapped it and came to sit on the floor beside me. She brought the tin of cookies and we shared.

“She’s sleeping. I don’t feel tired at all.” She looked at me and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her lips. We just sat there for a while, basking in the warmth of the room and the fire before us. It appeared that we were sated and well fucked and we weren’t going to do anything but talk.

“So we have some time… are you going to tell me that story?”

“About what?”

“Touching cocks…?”

She paused and looked away. “It’s not a fun story, Dad. It makes me look like…” She shrugged.

“If you want to talk, I’m here. We could talk about what’s happening tonight with Mom and Ben.”

“That’ll come later.” She wriggled her toes and started slowly. “Okay… the story. I hadn’t thought about… sex… until just a while ago. I don’t know if I was scared of it or not, but… all my friends- the girls on the teams did things with guys and I was one of the only ones that didn’t. They kept telling me I was missing out on getting fucked and that I’d end up a virgin when I was in college. I guess I started thinking about it more and more. I started… you know, getting myself off more. And Stace started talking about you… how she wanted you to do her- and I realized I… maybe I wanted that, too. So I decided I should start… doing things- to get ready for other things.

“So Stace got me together with one of the guys in our class. He was a nice enough guy. I liked him a lot as a friend and… we were at a party and we ended up in a room all alone and there was kissing and all that- and it was really nice and I let him take off my top and bra. He was the… the first guy to touch and suck my boobs and that was really nice… and well… Stace had told me that I should probably start with, you know… a handjob. And I knew he wanted that too, because he kept putting my hand there… and soon he helped me unzip and his cock was there and… god this is so embarrassing…”

I put my arm around and comforted her and she continued. “I guess I was a bit… enthusiastic… Nobody had never told me how to do it. Maybe I was a bit rough and well… he got mad and told me it was a handjob, not a mix-master. At least I made him come but he didn’t do anything for me. That was my first time. Pretty bad, right?” She looked up at me- hopefully and I kissed the end of her nose. Apparently this wasn’t an easy experience for her to relive.

“I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even talk to any of my friends about it. So I went… to someone I could trust. ”

“Mom?”

“Well, no, I didn’t talk to her about that… but I did talk to her about starting to have sex, so she made an appointment for the doctor. For the pill.”

“Who did you talk to?”

“Ben.”

“Ben?”

“Yes, Ben. I knew he was a shy, near-virgin, too. I told him what had happened. He didn’t laugh or anything, he was really nice about it. Understanding. He said he’d help any way he could and one night when you guys were out, he invited me into his room and we sat at his computer and we… we watched things. I said I wanted to know how to do a… a handjob and he opened some files inside other files and clicked a bunch of keys and showed me a whole lot of girls stroking guys and making them come and like… wow. I could see what I was doing wrong. We were sitting side by side and I realized that this is really hot stuff and I was starting to get all warm and… that I wished I had a chance to try it again with that guy and do it really good.

“Ben was sitting there, kinda quiet like he is- and he asked if there was anything else I wanted to see. I asked what else he had. And he opened another file and there were all these clips of girls… sucking guys. And files of other things and I looked over and he had his hand… on his- you know- rubbing his jeans. And I realized I had my hand… between my legs. And as all those clips were playing I just sort of whispered… show me. I want to see yours.”

“And… did he?”

“Yeah. I don’t think he wanted to, but at the same time I don’t think he could have helped it. He undid his jeans and stood up and slid them all down and he- his cock was pointing straight at the girls doing things and he sat back down. I knew he had a… you know- he was uncircumcised? But it looked really nice. I asked him how a girl would do that- if there was a difference… between cocks. So he brings up a file of a girl doing that to a… a cock like his. And… and I did it. I stroked his cock just like the girl in the clip… and made him come all over himself. And me.

“Well he got embarrassed and said I should go now. I went to my room and left him sitting with his pants around his knees, staring at the computer screen. And I knew he was lonely in that way… just like me. But before I left, I asked if we could do that- looking at things together- again and he said maybe.”

“And did you?”

“A couple times. But if you want to know what happened you’ll have to wait.”

“Okay, I’ll wait.”

“Next time I touched a cock was prom. I was hopeful- planning on losing my v-card that night. I had talked it over with Mom and she kinda told me what to expect without giving too much away and she was great. My date was a nice, guy- you know- you met him… Connor, the perfect gentleman, right? Well, I had an awesome time. It was fun dancing with him, sneaking in the odd kiss, laughing and hanging with everyone. Everyone kept saying I looked really nice, and yeah, considering this was my very first “formal” I thought I looked okay.”

“You looked absolutely amazing. Stunning. Your Mom and I were so proud.”

She blushed. “Well, thanks… So after the dance is done we all drive out to Marwicks for burgers and cokes and its really fun, sitting there in a formal gown eating a cheeseburger and fries. But I notice all my friends are taking off- giving me little kisses, saying goodnight and I hope I enjoy myself and all that. They’re slipping away and driving off with their dates.

“Connor asks if I’d like to go somewhere with him. I figured this is where the sex part would come in so I said yes and we drive to the Lodge Motel where he has a room and key in his pocket already. Its a bit of a dump, but its not like I could ask for a suite at the Hilton, right?. So we go in and he’s nice enough at first. We turn off the lights except for the bathroom and start making out and its really hot. I’m having a real good time.

“We start undressing each other and we’re practically naked on the bed and he tells me he wants us to… you know- make love. And I say I do, too and we tear off our clothes and get under the covers. I tell him to take it easy, because its my first time. Even though I’ve been on the pill for a while, he’s fumbling for a rubber and trying to get it on. So then he’s on top of me and I feel his… his thing slipping inside me and he is going slow and he’s being gentle because it hurt when he… when he takes my virginity. My first thought is if there’s going to be a mess on the sheets, but then I figured a sleazy motel like this must have things like this happen all the time. Then… then I realized that something might be wrong.

“He’s on top of me puffing away and pounding at me and he tells me he’s coming but I can’t feel a thing. Maybe if its your first time, you’re kinda numb after the pain and all. Well, after its all over he gets off me and goes to the bathroom, I guess to flush the rubber down the toilet or something. I sit on the edge of the bed and turn on the bedside lamp. I can see that there is a bit of a mess, but Mom said that would be normal. But I look up and I see Connor and he’s naked and I just blurt out “My god, no wonder I couldn’t feel anything- your cock’s the size of a peanut!”

“Oh god Sarah, you didn’t…”

“He gets all mad and he’s screaming at me, calling me bitch and telling me to get the fuck out of the room and I can find my own fucking way home and he’s throwing my things at me and telling me to get dressed and get the fuck out and I’m crying and laughing and I get dressed. And as I’m getting ready to leave I tell him thanks for the lovely time and… and he slaps me. Right across the face. I was going to punch his lights out, but he was bigger than me and he was really mad and so I just left. I walked home. That’s why I was late. I stayed out walking so there wasn’t much of a mark on my face, but Mom figured it out. And she never told you, because I told her not to.”

“I’m gonna kill that little fucker as soon as we get home. I know where he lives and I will make him so fucking sorry that he ever asked you out.” I was seething mad. I had never been so fucking resolute in seeing some bastard bleed for what he did.

Sarah put a hand on my thigh. “Dad, you’re not going to do anything to him. You’re not going to go beat him up. It’s over and done with. And besides, he’s already hurting in a big way. When he took me to the Lodge, there’s rooms opposite- back to back, right? And some of his idiot friends and their girlfriends had the room backing ours and they were all listening to their buddy fuck a sweet little virgin. Big joke, right? He was in on it, they set it all up together. And his friends were all listening with their ears to glasses against the wall.

“They heard us fucking. But they also heard me say that his cock was the size of a peanut. They heard him freak out and they heard him slap me. And the girls- and some of the guys, well, I know that a lot of them aren’t friends anymore. Everyone calls him “Peanut” now. The story got out and it was all over the school by Monday. That’s his nickname. And So I think he got what was coming to him. Even when he goes off to State, that nickname will follow him. So you don’t have to do anything.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “But thanks.”

I looked in her eyes, proud of this young lady, proud of her bravery. “That’s quite the story, kid.”

She was smirking. “I have more. If you can stand it.”

“You and Ben?” She nodded.

I put some more wood on the fire while Sarah made more tea. We returned to our spots by the fire.

“After that first time with Ben, between the handjob and prom, we were sort of… cautious, I guess, around each other. But I made a few jokes about it and so did he and we were back to where we were. I asked if he’d show me more and we did- next time you guys were out of the house. We looked at the things we had before, and lots of different ones, too… he had lots, Dad. Lots. And the same thing happened. At one point, there were girls with big breasts… and older women with bigger breasts and they all looked like me- and Mom, too but I didn’t say anything. But I found myself getting more and more turned on thinking about all the possibilities. I know he was too, by the way he was moving around in his seat.

“So I asked him again, to show me and he said he would if I showed him… so I lifted my top and took it off. He stood up and pushed down his sweats and when he sat down… I just… well, I just got to to my knees and… I did it. Just like the girls in the clips. I gave him my first blowjob. I even swallowed. It was his first, too.” She paused and blushed and looked at me. “At least from a girl.”

She sipped her tea for a moment and continued. “And when we were done, we just sat there. We were stunned and you know… we looked at a few more things. I asked him, ‘What about Mom’ and he looks at me and says what do I mean? and I said, ‘While I was doing that… you said “Mom, oh Mom that feels so good.” I told him I heard him whisper it a few times. And he gets this look on his face- like he’s seen a ghost. He tells me that I can never tell anyone. And I said, ‘What? That you have a secret crush on Mom and you dream of her doing things with you?’ and he just nods and goes all quiet.

“I told him I’d never tell a soul- cross my heart and all that. I asked him if it helped that she and I sort of look alike and he said yes, but he hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. Then he turns to the computer and brings up another file and inside that file were pictures… of Mom. He says, ‘I bet you think I’m just a freak loser.’ I said I didn’t, and looked at the pictures. Just normal pictures of her. At the kitchen table. Sitting watching TV or when we get dressed up to go out. You know him and his stupid camera.”

Yes, I knew.

“But the thing was, all the pictures he had of Mom, well we were all cropped out of them and they sort of well, focused on her tits, you know?”

Yes, I knew. She sometimes liked showing off her cleavage and I had seen our son taking the odd peek. I didn’t blame him.

“He said I could never tell anyone about this, but then he opened a file and there were nine pictures. The first one was Mom in the morning in the kitchen in her bathrobe, like she was getting ready for work. Her hair was still damp and she was at the counter, buttering toast. It was a nice picture- the sun coming in the window and all that.”

I looked over at her and her eyes were closed- like she was remembering everything. “The next one, she’s sort of looking at him, and it looks like there’s some kind of conversation, like ‘What are you doing, Ben?’ but she’s kind of smiling. In the next one, she’s facing him, and she was… like, posing, her hip leaning against the counter with her arms crossed under her breasts- looking right at him, showing off her cleavage. The next one she’s in profile, her ass against the counter- her hands on either side- not looking at him, but with her breasts pushed out… Then she’s facing him with her hands on the sash of the robe, pulling it down tight. You could see she’s liking the attention. Her… nipples were hard. Then there was… the robe was open just enough to see, you know… the valley. In the next one… the robe is off and its just… her tits and face. I had to admit for in her forties, she looks really good like that. And in the second last one she’s… you know, holding them up… and sort of pinching her nipples. And then… holding one up and licking it.”

“Wow.”

“I know… I asked him what happened after that and he said she just kissed him on the cheek and told him to make sure and erase them. She picked up her robe and finished her breakfast and went to get ready for work. He wanted her. And it looked like maybe… maybe she wanted him. Anyway he keeps telling me I can’t tell anyone and I tell him not to worry because I thought the same things… about you, Dad. And he looks all shocked as if he can’t believe it- but I just nod and say that all my friends talk about how cool he is and that they have fantasies about having sex with him and now I’ve started having them, too.

“He was quiet for a while and then he said ‘I guess we all have secrets.’ I told him that I had fooled around with girls a bunch of times but hadn’t done anything with a guy besides the… the bad handjob night. And the things I had done with him. He swears me to secrecy again and tells me that he’s been with guys- his friends, including Aaron… but really only with two girls and the last one was not a lot of fun. He didn’t go into details but I gathered it was because he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. But we laughed about the fact that he really wanted to be with Mom, and I really wanted to be with you.

“He starts opening other files and there’s girls together- doing all the things I had done at sleepovers- and after school and after practice. I’ve got my hand inside my shorts by this time and I’m rubbing myself and really turned on. He asks if… there’s anything he could do for me. I just said to keep showing me things.

“He’s hard again and he’s stroking himself and he’s finding all these clips- girls kissing and undressing and doing things with each other… guys together sucking each other… and coming all over each other and then he goes to a site and there’s ones of older women and guys his age, and they look like they really could be mothers and sons… having sex and making love- and then he finds ones that could be dads and daughters and fuck… by this time I explode and so does he.

“Then we hear the garage door open and you guys are home, so we clean up and I go to my own room to pretend I was doing homework.”

“Your Mom said there had been flirting… going on between them.”

“Look, Dad- I don’t mean to be a bitch about this, but maybe it has something to do with how you’re away all the time. We know you’re making a good living to support us, but… we miss you.”

“I miss you guys, too.”

“After the prom thing- you went on another trip. And I was able to talk to Mom a bit

more about… what had happened. We talked all about it and I told her how disappointed I was about… my first time. I asked her about hers and… that’s when she told me all about her and Uncle Kevin. And that led to me asking about how you and her met and the times you had sex with… Aunt Emily… and her family. We were tucked up in her bed- I mean your bed- and she’s telling me about how she fell in love with you- and fell in love with your cock. And I told her that I wished I had a cock like that to fuck next time I do it.

“And then all of a sudden we’re kissing and touching and she tells me all about her first times with Aunt Emily and how she loved being bi I’m telling her about the girls I’ve been with and that she’d do whatever she could to make sure that I’d have a nice cock and a nice guy for my next time. And she meant you, Dad. While we… did things she told me all her secrets and some of yours and it was so fucking hot. I confessed that I had given my brother a handjob and then a blowjob and she got off on hearing about it and god- I just know I’ll want this all the time now…”

“And while we’re here… her and Ben are… there?”

“Like I said, he’s only really been with one girl and it didn’t end well. I overheard them talking a while ago… and Mom promised to do whatever she could to help. I’ve done what I could, too. I’ve been talking to a girl I graduated with… she’s shy and kind of nerdy, too and I think they’d get along well. She’d be a good girlfriend and he’d be a good boyfriend. She’s going to JC, too and well, I’ll do what I can for them.”

“And Mom is… helping him get back on the right track?”

“I guess that’s what families do.”

“Or just families like ours.”

“Speaking of which, Dad… You and Uncle Kevin and Aunt Emily… And Aunt Fran…

When was the last time you and Aunt Fran were together?”

“Well, miss nosey… on the last trip to work on the latest commercial series, I stayed at Fran’s apartment…”

“How many times did you do it?”

“Twice.”

“Where was Stephan?”

“Staying with a friend overnight. And your Mom knows. We usually tell each other if something might happen. And we always tell each other all the details after the fact.” I paused, I have to admit I was a little uneasy. We had always trusted each other. “She didn’t say anything about… what she was going to do this time…”

“I wouldn’t worry, Dad. This is totally different. She and I wanted it to be a surprise. For you- and for Ben.” She cocked her head toward the closed bedroom door. “It just turned out to be a surprise with Sleeping Beauty in there. And like I said, I think Mom would approve.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“But what I want to know- are you going to let Ben and I join in the fun..?”

“Who says we still have any fun? Well, okay- I admit to… being with Fran.”

“If you say you’re not doing anything with Uncle Kev and Aunt Emily you’re either stupid or lying. Are you?”

I wasn’t going to gain anything in this interrogation from Clarice Darrow. I nodded.

“I was hoping so, Dad. I just… its going to be a lot of fun from now on- and you won’t have to sneak around. Where does Marcus fit in to all this? And Stephan?”

“Your Mom and I and Kevin and Em made the decision together that we’d keep all this secret until you guys were of age. As far as I know they’ve kept the bargain with Marcus. And Fran decided the same thing about Stephan. She’s a single mom so its all her call. Your cousins are probably as much in the dark as you were. At least until your mom started blabbing.”

She turned to me with a most delightful smirk. “Stop bitching. You’re gonna get as much sex as you want when we get home, old man. And just when you think you’re done- I’ll call Carla and Stacy.”

I got up and looked outside. It was getting light out- though still misty and wet. The steady downpour had turned to a steady drizzle. I heard the door open and Brenda looked out bashfully, like a scarlet groundhog poking her nose from her burrow, holding her robe close around her. She smiled at me and at Sarah as she passed on her way to the bathroom. When she came back I met her by the sofa and she folded herself in my arms, kissing my neck.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything- last night- being so good to me.”

“It was my pleasure. You’re a lot of fun.”

She kissed me softly and sat beside Sarah on the sofa. I went to the bathroom and checked the clothes and things in the dryer, folding them in our separate piles. When I got back they were wrapped around each other, kissing and whispering. They looked up as I approached. Sarah smiled and the older girl hid her face in my daughter’s neck. “She has something to ask you, Dad.”

“Oh? Go ahead. Shoot.”

“You ask.”

“No, you.” The two of them bickered amiably about who was going to ask what.

“You gotta promise not to laugh, Sean… I mean-” She blushed and hid her face again.

“He’s gonna think I’m nuts, Sarah.”

“He’ll think its sweet.”

“He’ll think I’m a lunatic. You ask him.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at me. ” She wonders… if you and Mom’ll adopt her, Dad.”

“Adopt-?”

“See? He thinks I’m a fucking lunatic.” And she burst into tears. Sarah caressed her back and whispered comforting words in her ear, watching me all the time. I was a marked man.

***

I had been lucky enough to be involved in quite a few threesomes since my college days. It was nothing new to have two girls sucking my cock, but it was always wonderful. To have my sweet girl and Brenda going down on me was incredibly special.

After Brenda had finished crying, Sarah whispered something in her ear. They unwrapped themselves and Sarah left to get something from her backpack on the porch. She came back and leaned back against the corner of the sofa, smiling. Brenda stood and faced me, gently cupping my cock and balls and caressing my chest with her other hand.

“I’d be such a good daughter for you and Mom. Kind, obedient and you’d never have a moment’s trouble with me, Dad. I’d be such a good sister for Sarah and Ben. And I believe in sharing. So does my sister. We’ve decided we’d share everything. We’d share you, we’d share Mom, and we’d share our brother. Yes, I know about that and I think it’s beautiful and hot. She almost made me come just talking about it.

“I really want to be part of something so special. I might not be able to get out of my contract until around Christmas. But I’d love to be invited home. I’ve never had a home worth a shit. But I like to think I’d fit in with yours. She’s told me a lot, but I want to learn more, Dad.” She kissed me and untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

Sarah cleared her throat and we looked at her. “May I..?” She was holding up her camera.

Brenda considered. “As long as we keep it between us… Promise?”

Sarah nodded, “Promise.” Brenda moved closer to the hearth and put her hand on the mantle, posing. Sarah clicked off a shot.

I heard a few more clicks and lost track as Brenda peeled off my t-shirt and guided me over to the sofa. She knelt, slid off my briefs and sat me beside my girl. She sucked my cock slavishly, convincing me as best she could. Sarah took a few more shots and put the camera aside. She stood up and undressed quickly. Together they knelt on either side, kissing between my shaft and over my head- taking turns sucking my balls as they sucked and stroked me slowly.

“Oh god, Dad,” whispered Sarah. “She makes a good case. I think she needs another good fucking. If you don’t… imagine what Mom might think if you disappoint her sweet girl.”