Janet Martin hummed happily to herself as she moved around the small living room, dusting and waxing the few pieces of furniture. Her face lit up as she murmured to herself, "He's coming home, he's coming home tonight." After ten long years overseas, her husband Phil was coming home. She paused in the door to the kitchen and surveyed the room, musing over the fact that she probably would never get to know what he really did all those years. He had been picked for some strange, secret agent type of job in a small kingdom in the Middle East whose name she could not even pronounce. The secrecy of the job kept her and their twins, only six years old when he left, from going along. For ten seemingly interminable years they had only been able to exchange occasional letters passed through secret channels.
As she turned toward the kitchen, musing at the strength of the love that had kept the marriage together, the back door crashed open and Judy and Tom, the twins, dashed for the refrigerator in a welter of sun-tanned legs and arms. By the time the screen door had slammed closed with its usual bang, they had the door to the refrigerator open and were rifling the shelves.
"Hey, Mom, what time do you think Dad will be home?" Tom's already manly voice muttered around a leftover chicken leg.
"His letter didn't really say for dinner. And go easy on that ice cream, young lady," Janet ordered, viewing with alarm the dish being loaded by Judy.
Judy patted her flat, tan midriff, exposed between the short shorts and halter top she was wearing. "Don't worry, Mom, I won't get fat."
Janet smiled. "That I'm not worried about. But that ice cream is for tonight, so go easy on it. And speaking of tonight, have you two got your signals straight?"
"Oh, Mom, don't worry. Judy and I'll get out of your way." Tom reached for the container of milk. "All you have to say is poof and we'll disappear."
"Right," Judy agreed. "We know darn well you haven't seen Dad in ten years." She smiled. "And we'll plug our ears. You know how thin these walls are."
"That's enough, young lady." Janet blushed slightly. She had tried to raise the twins with a less puritanical upbringing than she had had. In that she had succeeded, but they could easily make her blush.
"Just kidding." Judy gave her mother a peck on the cheek before heading out the door.
"See you later, Mom," Tom called as he headed out after her.
As Janet cleaned up the table she thought about the closeness of the twins. At sixteen, they seemed to be real friends, with few of the squabbles that usually erupt. From that her thoughts turned to their looks. Tom was turning out to be a younger edition of Phil-tall, straight and slim with dark hair and eyes. Judy, on the other hand, seemed to follow more in her footsteps, a petite blonde with a trim, youthful figure, well-filled but not too full. As she finished cleaning the sink, Janet wondered how Phil would look after ten years.
She had been captivated by his dark good looks when they were in college. He evidently had been the only real choice for the mission he had taken on: his appearance was almost Arabic, and he had a remarkable gift for languages and accents. She smiled as she recalled how, when they had been dating, he had propositioned her in six languages one night. She had not given in that night to that approach, but it certainly had been the most unusual she had ever received. After giving the kitchen one last going over, she headed upstairs and peered into the room to be shared by the twins. It was crowded with the twin beds and two dressers, but the curtain she had installed down the center of the room should give enough privacy for the, she hoped, short time they would have to remain in this house. Satisfied that things were in reasonably good order in that room, she went on to her room. The hot afternoon July sun slanting through the curtains reminded her that she had to hurry.
She quickly stripped the dirty sheets off the twin beds which she then pushed together. Stuffing the sheets into the laundry hamper, she took out clean ones and began to make the bed. She remembered that first time with Phil. It had been a beautiful spring day, and he had made her promise to follow him wherever he took her on that picnic. When they had finally stopped walking after turning off the old logging road and leaving the car, they were in a small, isolated clearing. To get to it, Phil had had to push aside a barrier of thorny vines. As she spread the blanket and began to set out the lunch they had brought, he carefully pushed the vines back into place.
Before uncorking the bottle of wine they had brought along, he stripped off the shirt he was wearing and stretched in the warm sun. After opening the wine and pouring two cups, they began eating. Several cups of wine later, Janet began to feel a bit warm. Phil gently urged her to take off the sleeveless blouse she was wearing.
"Why, Philip Martin," she had objected.
"Why not, you've got a bra on. And that covers as much as any bathing suit I've seen you in."
"Well, I guess so." She began to unbutton the blouse, blushing slightly as she let it slide down her arms and then set it to one side. She leaned back on her arms, thrusting her barely concealed breasts upward unconsciously.
As Phil poured her some more wine he admired the flat expanse of her stomach surmounted by the full but not too large breasts. When she reached for the wine, one strap slipped slightly and a bit more of the tender flesh of one breast was exposed. Phil's pulse quickened at the sight, and he moved closer to her. A feeling of recklessness stole over
Janet as she gulped down the wine, held the cup out for more, and said, "Why don't you get your legs tan, silly. Otherwise you'll look like a plucked chicken come the swimming season. And I'm sure your underpants cover you like your bathing suit does."
Phil set down his cup and began to unbuckle his trousers. As he skinned them down his legs he turned his back in embarrassment. Janet drank some more wine and admired his trim manly hips before he sat down. When he stretched his legs in front of him she could see a telltale bulge in the crotch of his underwear. A few wisps of dark hair down his belly spread below his navel before it disappeared under the waistband. After sipping some more wine he moved close to her and gently turned her head toward his.
She felt herself slide deeply into the kiss he gave her, and as his tongue probed her lips she parted them and welcomed its intrusion. As she reveled in the mingling of their mouths she felt his hand steal up along the length of her rib cage. Her pulse quickening as he kneaded the skin below the bottom of her bra, she wrapped her arms around him and tumbled backward onto the blanket. Suddenly she flinched as his hand crept over the covering of her bra, then she abandoned herself to the thrill of his touch as he gently massaged the fullness of her breast through the thin cloth.
They broke the kiss, and his hand continued its gentle caressing of her breast as they gazed at each other. As he looked down at the work his hand was doing, she glanced down the length of his tanned body. His swollen organ was barely concealed by the overstretched underwear. She had the urge to reach down and free it from its covering, and as his hand ceased its pressure on her breast and slid down her side to the zipper on her shorts she found her hand, almost uncontrollably, sliding down his body and covering the telltale bulge. Her senses flamed as they kissed again and she felt the zipper of her shorts slide downward as she pushed her hand under the elastic band of his shorts and fumbled clumsily with his cock.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes. When he saw the passionate agreement to his unspoken question, he slowly stood and slid off his last covering. His rampant cock speared outward from his groin as he gazed down at her. Almost as if hypnotized, she stood and walked toward him, reaching for his rearing penis. As she handled it, eyes downward and watching, he slid his hands up her body and around her back to unfasten her bra. She relinquished her hold on him only long enough to let the straps slide off her arms. He marveled at her firm breasts and gently tugged at the erect nipples for a moment, before sliding his hands down to her loosened shorts and pushing them over the swell of her hips.
They dropped down her tanned legs and she stepped out of them. Almost reluctantly she released his cock and pulled him into a tight embrace. She felt it stab at her belly as his hands pushed under the waistband of her panties and kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. She eased the pressure of her hips against him as he pushed the panties over her hips and knelt to draw them down her legs. His warm breath brushed her thighs as he helped her step unsteadily out of her panties. He reached upward and pulled her down onto the blanket with him. She rolled on her back and spread herself in the sun for his exploration.
He leaned over her, his eyes and hands busy at her breasts as he gently tugged and rolled her nipples, making them swell tautly. As he brought his mouth down and began to suck a nipple, his hand slid down her belly into the fine blonde hair of her crotch. Janet gasped at the sudden surge of feeling as his fingers gently probed her pussy, parting the lips and caressing the moist interior. Her legs spread wide, she abandoned herself to the fiery passion sweeping through her body as he probed her. She reached downward to again capture his cock, fondling it, joggling his testicles gently with her fingers. His gentle fingers found the tiny bud of her clitoris and set her hips twisting with his touch.
Putting a pillowcase on a pillow, Janet remembered how she had spread herself in welcome as he positioned himself over her. Her willing hands anxiously guided his prick into her eager cunt. Gently, so gently, he probed into her, thrusting gradually deeper. It seemed to her as if nothing existed but that giant, probing piston pushing ever deeper into her. A flash of pain cut briefly through her passion, then was engulfed in a burning feeling of fullness as he pushed completely into her. He paused, and the gentle look on his face showed that he knew this was her first time. Then he gently began to move in her, triggering new fire in her loins. Her hips began to counter him as he drove in and out. The world disappeared to her; all that existed was the act. His mind was overloaded with the sensation as he gradually quickened the pace. Her breath quickened as sensation grew and overwhelmed her, until she was being torn with a series of uncontrollable spasms, and still he moved, taking her to the crest. As she relaxed from her peak of feeling she felt his cock jerk inside of her, jetting sperm into her in hot spurts.
Marveling at that afternoon so long ago, Janet patted the pillows into shape and drew the spread over them. They had rolled in the grass and played tag, and when he caught her he took her again, pounding into her willing cunt with an animal-like lust which she matched, thrust for thrust. Three days later they had married. They were young then, he twenty and she only eighteen, and passionate. He never seemed to get his fill of her, and as often as he filled her, she wanted more. Even when they discovered that she was carrying the twins they kept on, finding new positions to permit them to have sex in spite of her swollen belly. For almost seven lovely years they'd had that life, then he had been called away. Before he left, they had discussed remaining totally faithful to each other. He had claimed, and she had finally agreed, that for either of them to remain completely without sex for as long as it looked like it would be, was impossible. Janet tucked away the last of the dirty laundry and remembered the few men she'd had over those years. Only one, Jake Wilson, had ever stuck in her mind. He had known the situation, had never tried to disrupt her marriage. He was married now, just a few months, and Janet saw him occasionally. She had had he and his wife over for dinner shortly after the honeymoon. The Wilsons were very much in love.
As Janet got ready to shower she recalled how early that evening the Wilsons had wanted to leave. The twins had been out, and Janet gently made that known to them. An hour later they had come back downstairs, flushed and happy as they greeted
Janet in the kitchen just finishing the dishes.
Janet paused to glance at her nude body just before stepping into the shower. Standing up straight, she admired her still firm figure. She reached up and gently touched the nipples of her firm, well-shaped breasts. The sudden sensation made her suck in her stomach with a gasp. In the shower, as she soaped herself, she noted that the years had been good to her. Her figure was still as firm as Judy's, only slightly more mature. Her mind turned to Tom. He was turning into the spitting image of Phil. As she carefully bathed her crotch, working soap into the hair, she wondered about his sex life. She was certain that like any healthy sixteen-year-old today he was more experienced than even she suspected. The small house made for a minimum of privacy anyway, and the twins had been fully aware of the few men she had brought home. Usually Judy had slept in the same room with her, but on those occasions had had to share her brother's room. Janet didn't know that anything had occurred between the twins, other than the usual childish exploration at about age eight, but suspected that there was a somewhat more intimate relationship between them than might be conventional. In addition, they frequently double-dated, and drive-in movies were popular.
"Well," Janet said aloud as she patted herself dry, "I've tried to raise them right. Having Phil home sure will help, though. I just am never sure how to approach the thing with Tom." She gasped when she saw the time. "God, I've got to hurry!"
Hastily she pulled on her sexiest bikini panties. Then she pulled out the brand-new outfit she had splurged on. It was a one piece set of hostess pajamas, with a deep V neck that plunged clear to her waist. Her breasts, barely concealed, joggled slightly under the thin fabric as she hurried downstairs to prepare supper. When she dashed into the kitchen, Tom was standing next to Judy, his arm around her bare midriff as she made salad. Hastily he pulled his hand back. "Hi, Mom. Why don't you just settle down and have a drink while Judy and I get the dinner ready?"
"Well," her voice trailed off. "Okay, you two work on the food, I'll have a drink and set the table." She smiled to herself as she dumped ice into a glass for a Scotch and soda. Yes, she thought, Judy and Tom are very close. She busied herself with setting the table. Sipping her drink between trips from the kitchen to the dining area of the living room, she tried to decide if anything should be done about it. Was incest really all that bad? Thank goodness Phil was coming home. He'd have an answer. She smiled again as she thought of Phil and dug out the candleholders they'd received as a wedding present.
A frown of worry crossed her face as she dusted them off. Phil must have changed after ten years. What will he be like? she wondered. He had a harem over there, with four wives and several concubines. How can I match all of them? She studied her reflection in the silver. How can one woman take the place of seven or eight?
The sound of the front door slamming brought her abruptly out of her musing. She turned and her voice came out a squeak. "Phil, oh, Phil!" She dashed across the room and into his strong, tanned arms, crushing herself to him in a deep, sensuous embrace. He swept her up, holding her close, pressing his groin into hers, thrusting boldly in the same old way he used to when he came home from work. His hand slid down and grasped her ass as she wrapped her legs around one of his thighs. The cries of the twins at the sound of his suitcase hitting the floor brought Janet back to her surroundings and she tried to disengage herself slightly. Phil set her gently on her feet and freed one arm to welcome Judy into his embrace. She was unconsciously sexy as she pressed herself to him in welcome. With his other hand he reached out and drew the more reserved Tom into the tight little group and encompassed them all in his grasp. For a time the only sound was Janet trying to sniff back her tears of joy.
The sudden sound of something sizzling in the kitchen finally shook Tom loose from the group. "Holy cow, there goes dinner!" He dashed for the kitchen as the other three untangled themselves. Phil gave Janet a deep, searching kiss, then walked into the living room, one arm around Janet, just brushing the underside of her breast, the other around Judy. He held them close, saying nothing. As they settled onto the couch Tom came back into the living room carrying a tray full of glasses, bottles and ice cubes. He placed it on the coffee table and then squeezed onto the tiny couch next to his sister. She looked at him, a knowing look in her eyes, indicating another passionate embrace between her mother and father. Janet finally broke the embrace, her nipples tingling as they brushed the soft fabric of her outfit. The group broke into animated conversation as Tom fixed drinks. Phil accepted his and waited while the others got theirs.
After sipping his, he collapsed back against the couch and sighed, "God, it's great to be home." He looked at his wife with hungry eyes-eyes that made her flush. He turned to Judy and marveled, "My God, you're beautiful, girl! And all grown-up. Almost as beautiful as your mother."
Judy blushed and sat up straighter, her young breasts pushing out the crisp, white blouse she wore.
He looked next at Tom. "I can see you're no boy any more. Not at your size."
Tom beamed. "Six feet, one sixty. Same as you."
Phil laughed, his white teeth flashing in his deeply tanned face. "One seventy-five now. Getting fat." He took one arm from around Janet and slapped his stomach. "God, it's good to be home." He pulled her close again. "Why don't you two see about that dinner you're cooking?" Tom and Judy went off to the kitchen. As they left, Phil was gently stroking his wife's cheek, as she snuggled up to him.
Janet found herself growing giddy through dinner, giddy with the wine and with joy. Finally, after the last course and coffee had been served, they adjourned from the table. As she sat on the couch under Phil's arm, his hand began to creep down and caress her breast gently, just above the nipple. Sipping another glass of wine, Janet leaned back, thrusting her breasts upward, oblivious of the children as they arose and excused themselves quietly from the room. Phil's hand became bolder, cupping her breast, gently teasing the nipple into prominence. Wordlessly, she slid her hand down to gently stroke his thigh, watching the bulge in his trousers as she trailed her fingers up toward it. He moved his attention from one breast to the other, now sliding his hand under the fabric. The nipple pushed boldly into the palm of his hand as he rubbed gently over it, bringing a gasp from her as she touched his growing cock.
Boldly, he pushed the strap of her top down over her shoulder and the cool air brushed her nipple into even greater stiffness as she reached over and began to unfasten his trousers. His eager hands extracted his cock from its coverings and it jumped upward boldly, demandingly, as she felt her other strap slide down her arm. She freed herself from the top of her pajamas, and regrasped his erect prick, caressing its entire length. She bent and placed a lingering kiss on its purplish crown, then engulfed it in her mouth as Phil raised her hips and pushed her suit the rest of the way off. They turned and he eased her transparent panties down her legs. As he freed them from her feet his breath pulsed warmly on her mound and she opened her thighs to him.
As she continued to mouth his organ, he began a deep, probing kiss of her cunt. Finally, almost ready to come, she pulled herself away and reversed her position as he lay on the couch, his prick glistening with her saliva. Swiftly she straddled him. As he reached up and grasped her breasts, she raised herself and positioned his cock, then settled down onto it. The well-remembered sensation of completion and fullness spread through her as she began to move. Phil looked down and watched as she raised herself and then let herself drop onto his impaling spear. As she sank he thrust upward slightly, driving into her to the hilt, their pelvic bones striking together. He felt himself stretching to reach even deeper into her, striving to touch bottom. Her hair spread down over her face as she bowed her head and moved up and down, faster and harder each time. Soon they were moving together, the springs of the couch bouncing him up, driving him deeply into her. Without thinking, her reflexes added a forward twisting motion to her pelvis with each stroke, scrubbing their pelvises together, further stimulating them. He held back his climax as long as he could, and finally, as he thrust deeply into her as hard as he could, he felt her cunt spasming around his spurting cock as she collapsed on his chest, panting and moaning all at once.
They lay that way, the aftershocks of their coupling shuddering through them, murmuring words of love to each other. As his spent cock began to shrink, she whimpered slightly and pressed herself to him more tightly. He tried to hold his erection, and the slight movement he made in her triggered new contractions of her cunt. The electrifying feeling of the movement inside her stimulated her, and brought new life to his prick, swelling it and pushing it back deeper into her. She groaned pleasurably as he began again to move gently inside her. As he warmed up again, it seemed as if he was more sensitive than ever to her, the warm slipperiness of her channel stimulating him further. Slowly he drove in and out of her, having rolled over so as to be on top. He would pull back almost all the way, then slide gently and slowly in relishing the incredible sensations from his supersensitive cock. Again and again he slid into her, a little faster and a little deeper as her breathing quickened. Soon he was again driving to full depth in her, filling her completely as she spread her thighs and tried to gather in more of him. Suddenly his climax was on him and he drove into her, his prick jumping as new jets of sperm shot deep into her. Her pulsating cunt milked every drop from him as he collapsed across her in total exhaustion. As he dozed off, he thought he heard a slight sound in the dining area, but was too tired to look up. He also realized he still had his shirt on and his pants were down around his ankles.
CHAPTER TWO
The morning light was glaring through the windows when he awoke. They were still on the couch, Janet in his arms. Someone had thrown a blanket over them during the night. He got up quietly off the couch and pulled the blanket back up over Janet, still naked and asleep. He pulled his pants up from around his ankles and fastened his belt. Picking up his suitcase he walked quietly upstairs. As he changed into fresh clothes and cleaned up he pondered his children. Ten years was a long time to be away, and they had grown and changed. He had meant what he said about Judy being almost as beautiful as her mother. She had the same fine features and blonde hair, long and straight, where Jan's was shorter and slightly curled. Judy's figure appeared to be almost a duplicate of Jan's when they had gotten married. As he shaved and thought about his daughter, he felt a stirring in his loins. He realized it was hard to have fatherly thoughts of a daughter he hardly knew.
Gathering up a likely looking robe, he returned to the couch and gently awakened Janet. "Hey, want to scandalize the children?" he asked, shaking her shoulder.
She pulled the robe on. "Did we sleep down here? Where'd the blanket come from?"
He scratched his head. "I think one of the kids got a bit of an education. It was over us when I woke up. I thought I heard someone just before I dozed off."
"Oh Lord, what next," Janet moaned, tying the belt. "I worry enough with the two kids in one room. Now this."
Phil smiled and reassured her. "Kids grow up faster today anyway. And as for the one room, today we look for a new house." He patted her rump. "Now you go up and get dressed and don't worry."
Janet smiled gratefully at him and headed up the stairs as he went into the kitchen. He was attempting to figure out an unfamiliar coffee pot when Tom wandered into the room in robe and pajamas, hair still mussed from sleep.
"G'morning, Dad. Need some help?"
"I sure do. What is this thing anyway?"
"Here, I'll get it." Tom began to measure out coffee and water for the pot. "How'd you sleep last night?"
Phil decided to brazen it out. "Great, but we never did make it to bed. Who came up with the blanket?"
Tom chuckled. "Judy did. We came down to clean up the dinner dishes and there you two were. You looked so happy we decided to leave you there. Oh, g'morning Jude."
Judy had wandered in, looking a little bleary-eyed, and headed for the refrigerator. As she poured some orange juice she muttered something about wine.
"Gives you a lousy hangover. Especially if you're not used to it," Phil noted, looking at her pained eyes. "Take some aspirin?"
"I did. Where's Mom?" Judy asked.
"Here I am, where's the coffee?" Still wearing the robe, she had untangled her hair.
Tom had taken charge of the kitchen. "Ready in a minute, if you all will get out of my way."
Following breakfast, Judy and Tom excused themselves to go upstairs. Shortly, Tom watched as his parents drove away to look at houses.
As he turned away from the window, his sister commented, "Dad's pretty nice isn't he?"
"Yeah." He began rummaging through the drawers of his dresser for something. "Hey, I thought I had a clean shirt in here."
Judy giggled. "You did. I'm wearing it."
"Why you!" Tom jumped for her, but she twisted aside and evaded his grasp, sprinting out the door and down the stairs. Dodging back and forth around the dining table and through the kitchen she managed to stay just out of reach. Back up the stairs, she tripped at the top and Tom landed on top of her. He managed to get two buttons of the shirt unfastened before she slipped away from him and dashed into their room. As she dodged around one bed, Tom jumped it, grabbed her and wrestled her down on the bed, finally pinning her arms flat with his knees.
"Now can I have the shirt?"
Judy giggled and shook her head. "You'll have to take it off me."
"Okay, I will." He began to unbutton the rest of the buttons, as her young breasts, heaving with exertion, strained against the white shirt. The cloth parted, and Tom felt a thrill shoot through him as he realized she was not wearing a bra.
Impishly, Judy tried to squirm away, making the partly unfastened shirt spread and show the bulge of her breasts. Tom quickly unbuttoned the last three buttons and spread the shirt, his hands rubbing down over her ribs to her sides, his eyes feasting on her young, firm tits. Suddenly their eyes met and locked seriously. Judy's breath came raggedly as she thrilled to her brother's touch. Tom wrenched his eyes away from her and got unsteadily up off the bed, trying to hide the too obvious bulge in his crotch.
Judy rolled off the bed and came up behind him. "Hey, it's all right," she said softly. "I don't mind."
"But it's wrong. You're my sister."
"Why is it wrong? You're a boy, I'm a girl. You saw Mom and Dad last night."
"Yeah." Tom tried to cover his confusion by gazing blankly out the window. "But that's different, they're married."
"Oh, silly, so what? What about Mom and Jake?"
He resolutely kept his back to her. "Tom, turn around." A new, huskier sound entered her voice. "Look at me."
Slowly, as if unable to resist, he turned and looked at her. She eased the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Take off your robe, Tom."
Fumbling, as if hypnotized, he untied the belt and shucked off his robe, standing in just his pajama bottoms. As he studied his sister's pert young breasts his prick jumped. Tentatively, hesitantly, his hands reached out and brushed gently over her virginal nipples, making her gasp as they jumped to life and hardened. She took a step back.
"J-just watch." Her voice quavered a little as she reached down and fumbled with the snap on her too tight, tattered khaki shorts. As she lowered the zipper on the front they spread open from the top, revealing white lace bikini panties. Quickly she pushed the shorts down her shapely legs and stepped gracefully out of them. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the panties she eased them down over her hips and stepped out of them. Casting them on the bed, she let him feast his eyes on her trim, young body. His gaze traveled down from her proud young breasts, crowned with small, tense pink nipples, followed the faint indentation down her flat belly to her navel, then lower. As his eyes locked on her cunt, thinly veiled with fine blonde hair, she took a step forward. Reaching out, she unsnapped the waistband of his pajamas and let them drop to the floor as his engorged cock sprang free, standing out boldly from the bush of black, curling hair at its base.
"See, now we're both naked. Remember when Mom used to give us baths together?"
"Y-yeah, but that was different. We were a lot younger then. And this didn't happen to me." His hand reluctantly strayed to his erect cock.
Judy's hand went to her cunt and probed briefly, gently. "This didn't happen to me, either." She displayed glistening, moist fingers.
"C-can I touch now?" His hand reached slowly toward her. As he brushed her pubic hair, she felt her knees suddenly go weak as a wave of heat spread through her.
She sat down heavily on the bed and he followed her, his hand rubbing her slit gently.
As she let herself fall backward on the bed her hand wrapped around his staff, smearing a crystal droplet of fluid from the tip down the length of it as she did so. Her eyes feasted on the veined length of it as she slowly stroked it. She gasped sharply as one of Tom's fingers probed suddenly into her. "Gently, I'm not used to that." She spread her legs slightly to give him better access.
As her hand moved slowly on Tom's cock, his breathing quickened. He reached down to her hand and tightened her grip on him slightly, speeding her movements. "Jesus, I think I'm going to come," he gasped.
With her free hand she was guiding his moves on her cunt, helping his searching fingers. She spread her legs wider and thrust her hips upward, pumping against his probing finger. At the same time she redoubled her efforts on his cock until she suddenly felt it jerk in her hand. As she looked at it, it spouted jets of creamy white come. The sight seemed to trigger something deep inside her, awakening her young womanhood and a wave of ecstasy swept over her, making her whimper with its strength. She abandoned herself to the feeling and the world swirled around her.
For long minutes neither of them could move or talk. Finally, Tom rolled over slightly and looked at his sister, her face glistening slightly with sweat. "God, that was good! Oh, God, that was good!" He nuzzled against her.
She turned her head toward him, love shining in her eyes. "Can anything that good be wrong?"
"I don't see how. But we'd better get things cleaned up a bit before Mom and Dad get home." He looked at his stomach and chest, spotted with his own discharge. "I need a shower."
Judy glanced at the clock. "It's only ten-thirty. They won't be home till at least noon." She bounced suddenly to her feet. "Let's take a shower together."
As they plunged under the steaming water, she grabbed the bar of soap and began to soap his back. Finishing that, she turned him, and, starting at his shoulders worked her way lower, scrubbing the light growth of hair on his chest. As she worked her way downward, Tom's flaccid prick began to twitch to life once again, springing to a full erection as her hands suddenly began a gentle probing and stroking of its base. Lovingly she lathered its full length, and as she continued to massage it and his balls with gentle fingers Tom took the soap from her and began washing her chest, marveling at the slippery softness of her breasts crowned with stiff young nipples. She spread her legs slightly, and he took the hint, working lather down her belly and onto her thighs, slowly circling his destination. Finally, his hands moved in on her pussy, pressing and probing with soapy fingers until he brought quickening gasps from her. She leaned backward against the wall, her hands working more quickly and surely on his throbbing cock until finally it again spurted forth. The come splattered on her softly rounded belly below her navel and trickled down to where Tom's hands were rapidly bringing her to a second climax. With an eager gasp she finally thrust her hips forward, pressing her cunt hard against the heel of his hand as his finger drove deep inside her and waves of pleasure blazed through her.
As they regained their breaths they let the warm water sluice the soap and juices from their young bodies. Finally, they stepped out of the shower and dried each other.
They had just dressed and finished straightening up their room when they heard the car pull in the drive. As Tom headed downstairs, Judy gave one last quick look around to make sure there was no evidence as to how they had spent the morning.
Phil had just given his wife's fanny a fond pat as she headed toward the kitchen, when the children came downstairs. He noticed but did not comment on the slight flush each had and the damp state of their hair.
"Find anything, Dad?" asked Tom.
"No, but we got a good lead from a friend of your mother's, Jake Wilson. He inherited a furnished house next door to him. Thought we might check it out." He followed Janet toward the kitchen. "Want to come along this afternoon?"
"Gee, I'd like to, but Jude and I both have to get down to the pool for swimming practice this afternoon. Then we have dates tonight."
"Okay. Listen, here's some money. I think Jan and I will eat out tonight. Why don't you and Judy take care of your own dinner."
Tom pocketed the money. "Thanks, Dad. We'll be home by one."
Janet frowned slightly. "Midnight, and don't you forget it, young man."
Tom grinned. "Okay, midnight. Can't blame me for trying. What's for lunch?"
Janet handed him and his sister sandwiches. "Here you are. What did you do all morning to work up such an appetite?"
Tom flushed slightly. "Nothin' special. You ready to go, Jude?"
His sister grabbed her half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a beach bag in the other. "Ready." Then they banged out the back door.
Their parents looked at each other and smiled as they made up a quick lunch. "You've done a fine job while I was gone, Jan."
She smiled gratefully. "Thanks, hon. But it'll be a lot easier now that you're here. And getting into a bigger house will take a load off my mind."
"You think they're getting too cozy?"
She sighed. "I don't know. They get along together awfully well. And they do spend most of their time together."
"What about tonight," asked Phil, sipping a beer.
"They're double-dating. In fact, they'll be with the Wilsons' kids tonight."
"Really? I thought he'd just gotten married."
"He did. His first wife died. Left him with a boy seventeen and a girl fifteen." Janet put her empty glass in the sink. "Ready to go?"
"Lead on." Phil followed her out the door.
The house was everything Jake had said. A large, airy two-story house. The living room, set to the rear of the house had glass doors floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall, opening out onto the pool deck. The California summer sun had heated the house uncomfortably. Phil mopped the sweat off his brow and gazed longingly at the completely enclosed pool. "What about a swim?"
"Right now? We don't have any suits along."
"So what." He slipped off his shoes and socks and began to unfasten his pants. "No one can see us here."
"What if somebody comes?"
"like who?" Phil was down to his shorts. "Besides, I'm hot." He stripped off his last covering, opened the door and strolled out onto the deck around the pool. Janet shook her head, smiled, and began to undress. Down to her bra and panties, she padded barefoot out onto the deck just as Phil took a dive off the board. She sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling as the waves from his dive washed against them. He popped up next to her, spraying her with water.
"Hey, woman, you're too well-dressed." He made a grab for her. She dodged aside, but not quickly enough as his hand caught the side of her bra. The sudden jerk ripped it off her and she tumbled on her back, squealing. She rolled away from the edge of the pool as he grabbed at her again. This time he managed to grab her flimsy panties, which parted without protest as he fell back into the pool. Janet was laughing with chagrin as he rose to the surface, brandishing his trophy.
"Phil Martin, you are impossible!" She stood up, naked and beautiful. "You were impossible ten years ago, and you're impossible now." With that she dove in and headed toward him. As they wrestled in the water, Phil relinquished his hold on her tattered panties to help keep his head above water, but felt himself shoved under. As he went down he grabbed her thigh, pulling her with him. They tangled underwater and found themselves pressed together. A moment later they were kissing, Janet reaching eagerly for Phil's prick underwater. As she held onto it, Phil got around behind her and looped one arm around her, grasping her breast intimately as he paddled to the shallow end of the pool. The water lapped around him as he rested on the steps, one hand pressing Janet's breast, the other reaching for her pussy, stroking, exciting. She twisted her head and eagerly sought his lips with hers as her hand fondled his erect cock. As his hand found her clitoris and gently teased it to life, her fingers automatically sought that most sensitive triangle of flesh just on the underside of the head of his penis. In seconds they were both panting as lust stirred in them with renewed fury. Twisting and turning, Phil got the head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt and gently pressed inward. Holding his shoulders to keep from drifting away, Jan eased herself down on him, feeling him work slowly up into her. The warmth of their coupling and the cool water added new thrills as he slowly moved in her. They drifted off the steps and, still locked together, belly to belly, Phil paddled on his back around the pool while Janet bit her lip from the incredible sensations overwhelming her. Occasionally Phil jerked slightly inside her, sending a new flash of lightening bursting upward from her loins. They drifted back to the shallows and he stood, holding her impaled on him. She leaned back, her legs wrapped around him. As he moved his hands over her breasts she looked to where their bodies ground together, the sight blurred and rippled by the water, his dark hair and her light mingling tightly. She drew up slightly, watching as bit by bit his cock emerged from her, cold water filling the space he vacated. She pressed back, feeling his warmth penetrate. Again, she pulled back, fascinated by the sensation of the cold water and the sight of his cock sliding out. She began to drive herself on him, pumping slowly, her mouth opening in passion as she watched him slide in and out, her breasts burning as he massaged them. Finally she could stand it no more and drove onto him harder and harder, passions building to new heights as he filled her again and again. Just as she was about to come she felt him spurting into her and that triggered her orgasm. Clinging tightly, she ground her pelvis against his as hard as she could sending new thrills blazing through her in waves as his cock finished its ejaculating. As she released herself from him and they separated, she sighed. "Oh, Phil! It's better every time, I swear it is!"
He smiled and drifted beside her. "Yep."
She nuzzled him. "Mmmmm, but we never do it the same way twice." She rolled over suddenly. "I did have other men while you were gone, you know. Just makes you seem that much better."
He floated on his back, his limp cock lazing in the water. "I know. I had other women, too. Just improves things with you." He glanced over at her. "Have anyone I know? You don't have to tell, you know."
Janet thought for a moment. "Only one you know-Jake Wilson."
"A good choice. Before he remarried, I presume.
"Uh-huh. He was lonely and horny. He's awfully nice."
Phil's cock twitched as he thought of Jan in bed with Jake. "What's his wife like?"
"Very nice, very pretty. She's an artist. Why?" Janet was by the edge of the pool, her arms behind her along the edge, her breasts bobbing gently on the waves, her legs spread.
"Just wondered." Phil drifted up between her legs and let his slowly stiffening prick nuzzle her cunt.
Janet pulled away. "Oh, no you don't. We've just been lucky no one's come." She lifted herself out of the pool.
They were dry and ready to dress before Janet remembered her bra and panties. She gazed at them, drifting near the bottom of the pool. "Oh, well. Guess I can go without for a little while." She had just gotten on her blouse and skirt when they heard a call from the front of the house. Phil hurriedly zipped up his pants. "Back here, Jake."
Jake emerged from the house. Shorter than Phil, he had an untidy head of red hair and a huge number of freckles.
"Hi, Phil." Jake Wilson grabbed Phil's hand and gave Janet a quick peck on the cheek. "What do you think of the place?"
"Great. We'll take it. The kids will love the pool."
Jake eyed the waves in the pool. "Looks like you two did, too." He spotted Janet's abandoned underwear but didn't let on. "Hey, reason I stopped by was to invite you two to dinner tonight."
"Sounds all right with me, okay by you, Jan?" Janet agreed. "What time?"
"Why not right now? Might as well save you a trip home."
Janet was hesitant, but Phil quickly assented. "What about my underwear?" she muttered anxiously to him as they followed Jake out of the house.
Phil grinned wickedly. "Keep your legs crossed. Seriously, Jake has seen it all before."
"Well, okay, I guess." She frowned. "But you keep your hands off tonight. You can turn me on too easily."
He chuckled. "Okay, hands off. I promise."
Jake led them up the drive and through the garage of his house. The back yard was dominated by a swimming pool and a barbecue set. A tall woman with jet-black hair was dabbing paint on a canvas. As they approached, Phil frankly admired her figure, highlighted by a minuscule black bikini. From the rear her hips were beautifully rounded, the low cut of the suit showing just the slightest cleavage between the cheeks of her ass. Her small waist tapered out smoothly to her shoulders. When she heard them coming she turned and Phil's breath caught in his throat. Janet heard and socked him in the ribs.
"Kathy, you know Janet Martin. This is her husband, Phil."
Phil found himself staring into a pair of sapphire-blue eyes. The contrast with her jet-black hair, cut short, and fair skin made him grab Janet's hand even tighter. "A pleasure." He indicated the painting, a seascape. "You're an artist."
"So this is the long lost Mr. Martin." She turned toward the painting, jutting her full breasts in profile to them. "I try, anyway." She daubed a bit of color on the canvas, then put the brush in a glass of turpentine. "I prefer portrait work. Painting live subjects. People fascinate me." She turned toward the house. "Can I get you a drink?"
"I'll get it, Kathy. You entertain them," Jake broke in. "What'll it be, folks?"
"Two gin and tonics for us," Phil said. After Jake got his wife's order, Phil asked Kathy, "If you like people, why the seascape. A lack of subjects?"
She rubbed absently at a spot of paint just above the top of her bikini, her breast jouncing slightly. "Uh-huh. People just hate to pose. Takes too much time. I gets lots of orders for portraits from photographs, but my style doesn't lend itself to that very well."
"You try to catch the inner person?" Janet asked, taking her drink from Jake and pushing the slice of lime down, only to have it rise back up.
"I guess you could say that," Kathy said, sipping her drink. "I don't like to try to get inside the person. What I like to do is catch them in their best surroundings, doing what they enjoy most. Eeep, that's cold!" She blotted frantically at a drop from her drink that had spilled down the cleavage between her breasts.
"Also, she-likes to do family portraits." Jake lowered himself into a vacant chair opposite Janet. "She does pictures of whole families at home, or just the parents on one canvas and the children separately."
Phil nodded. "Sounds like a good deal. Again, you try to get them in their own surroundings."
"Yes. And active, rather than passive. I don't need them just sitting still staring. As long as they're not moving too fast, that is. I did do one set of portraits of a family playing mixed doubles tennis. I had the father and daughter on one canvas and mother and son on the other. The father had just volleyed and the son was waiting for his shot. They hung them on opposite ends of their living room." She sipped her drink and smiled slightly. "From the sounds I heard over there," she added, gesturing at the fence between their yard and the pool where Janet and Phil had just been, "your favorite activity is hardly pain table."
Janet blushed furiously. "How much could you hear?"
Kathy chuckled. "Not much. Just a lot of splashing really. I guess you two need to make up for some lost time. Other than that, what are you planning on doing?"
Phil stretched and grinned, patting his wife's thigh, easing her skirt up slightly. He yanked his hand away before she could swat it. "Not much for a while. We don't need money, since I have all that back pay saved up."
Jake tried to arrange his tousled red hair. "Why don't you, after you get moved in that is, why don't you do some posing for Kathy. She needs some models."
Janet shook her head. "I don't think we're the type."
Kathy disagreed with her. "Nonsense. First of all, there is no 'type'. Secondly, you're certainly both attractive enough. I'd love to work with you."
Phil drained the last of his drink. "We'll think about it. Got any refills?" He waved the empty glass at Jake.
As the glasses were refilled the conversation turned to the latest political scandal.
The lowering sun finally drove Jake to mop his brow from the heat-the heat and his view of Janet's well-tanned legs. The thought of what she did not have on under her short skirt was driving him to gulp his drink and lose track of the conversation. "I don't know about you people, but I'm ready to take a swim."
Jake chuckled. "That didn't seem to stop you over next door."
Janet blushed. "That was different."
Kathy's full lips tilted up at the corners. "It certainly was! Come on Janet, I think we can borrow one of Beth's suits. Jake, why don't you dig out Jimmy's old suit for Phil."
Moments later the four of them erupted from the house and dashed headlong into the pool, Janet tugging anxiously at the minuscule bottom half of a bikini two sizes too small for her. The suit Phil wore was equally small and tight, and the bulge at his crotch showed plainly as he bounced off the diving board and entered the water with a tremendous splash.
Kathy followed him, her blue eyes flashing as she watched him swim under water, her full breasts threatening to erupt from the tiny top as she bounced vigorously at the end of the board. Diving headlong after Phil, she stretched her arm and grabbed for his leg. He twisted away as she brushed him. Diving under water he surfaced next to his wife and wrapped his arm around her. "You're it!"
He gave her a hearty kiss and sprang away before she could retaliate.
"Why you!" She dove after him, then twisted aside at the sight of Jake. Reaching out she placed both hands on his shoulders and shoved him vigorously under, shouting, "You're it, Jake!" just before his head went under.
Kicking off from the bottom, Jake shot off in the direction of his wife. Grabbing her in both arms and twisting over her, he shoved her under. Before she could recover he split away. Tossing her short black hair out of her eyes, she paddled warily in the middle of the pool while Phil and Janet taunted her from a safe distance. Her breasts threatening to burst the top of her suit, Kathy panted for a moment, then made a feint for Janet. Twisting suddenly she splashed after Jake. His red hair disappeared under water as he tried to elude his wife, but her hand reached him and shoved him deeper. Shooting to the surface he reached for Janet, trying to scramble out of the pool. His hands caught her waist from behind and slipped downward as she pushed up. They caught her suit bottom and began to roll it down. Shrieking, she just managed to pull free before she lost it.
Tugging it back up, she shook her finger at Jake and dove at Phil, floating in the middle of the pool. Reaching blindly for him under water, her hand hit his thigh and slid upward to his crotch. Before she pushed away he felt himself grow hard. Paying no mind to his obvious condition he leaped out of the water in pursuit of Kathy's flashing legs. As she dove off the board his hands grabbed at the bottom of her suit, pulling it down her thighs before his hands slipped and he tumbled after her into the water. He caught a brief, exciting glimpse of her cunt, shielded with jet-black hair. Not as quickly as she might have, she tugged her suit back in place, twisting to improve the men's view. Jake, having pulled himself up on the edge of the pool, frankly admired his wife's figure as he tried to catch his breath. Her pale complexion seemed totally unwilling to tan, making the small, black bikini stand out, the top cutting just above her nipples, barely concealing her full breasts. Her torso tapered smoothly to a tiny waist, her stomach flat and firm. The bottom of her suit, now that it was back in place, barely covered her femininity. He knew she had to shave below her navel to keep her lush growth of pubic hair from showing when she wore the suit. He glanced over at Janet and Phil.
They were in a tight embrace, their mouths locked together in a probing kiss. Janet twisted her legs together, her toes turning upward and thighs rubbing together as Phil's hand sensuously rubbed her stomach. Finally she broke the kiss and felt Jake's eyes studying her. Smiling slightly he jerked his head in the direction of the house before he turned toward Kathy. As he swam over to her, Janet and Phil arose and strolled indoors, arms about each other.
Kathy pushed off and floated on her back as Jake's large hands slid up from her waist and tickled her ribs before settling on her breasts. As he pressed and released their spreading fullness, her head sank beneath the surface, water pouring over her face. Laughing, she pulled away and swam over to sit on the steps. As Jake cuddled up to her, she asked, "Is she good in bed?"
Jake's hands stopped their roving. "What do you mean."
Kathy smiled, her blue eyes dancing. "You know what I mean." She trailed a finger down his arm. "Is she a good lay? You see, I know perfectly well you bedded Janet down before we were married."
Jake resumed his touching exploration of his wife's body. "Not bad. Not as good as you." He cupped the underside of her breast and lifted its full weight slightly. "Why?"
"Just curious." Her hand trailed down his leg to the knee and began to creep up the inside. "How did they manage to keep their marriage together over ten years?"
Jake shifted his attentions to her other breast, filling his hand with it. "The way those two love each other, I don't think an atom bomb could split them up." He twitched slightly as her hand found his prick and rubbed it gently through his suit. "She has a nice body."
"Tell me about it." Her hand continued its gentle motion on him as he hardened.
His prick swelled visibly as he thought about it. "She's different from you, smaller, for one thing." He trailed a hand down to the elastic top of her suit bottom and probed under it. "Her, breasts are smaller than yours, with lighter nipples. "They really cling to her ribs." His finger brushed into her pubic hair as Kathy leaned back slightly to make room for him. A quick tug of her hand untied the string of his suit and she slid her hand inside. His voice thickened slightly. "Her waist is a little larger than yours, in proportion that is, and her stomach swells out a little bit below her navel. Then it tapers into her, uh...."
"Cunt," Kathy said, her passion increasing as he continued. "Does she have much hair?"
Jake thrust himself to push his rock-hard organ into his wife's hand. "Almost none. It's a little darker than the hair on her head, slightly thicker and curlier." He quickened his exploration of his wife's cunt, delving one finger into her. "You can see the lips of it right through the hair."
"She sounds beautiful." Kathy's voice caught. "I bet he's quite a stud, too. I wonder what they're doing in there?"
As Jake felt himself nearing a climax from his wife's efforts he redoubled his efforts on her cunt. "Jan-likes it deep and hard near the end." His finger plunged deeply into Kathy and she welcomed it eagerly, panting as she felt his prick jerk in her hand and felt the warm juice smear her fingers. For minutes they just clung together, catching their breaths.
Finally they slid down into the water and paddled around to wash off the evidence of their mutual fondling.
As they toweled each other off, Kathy said, "You know, I really hope they'd like to pose. They really are beautiful people."
"Posed in their favorite activity?" Jake asked, chuckling.
A secret smile played over Kathy's lips. "Maybe, just maybe. Let's get supper started."
As Jake was building a fire in the barbecue, Janet and Phil rejoined them, looking pleased, flushed, and very much in love. "Help yourself to drinks and stuff," he said, indicating a table off to one side loaded with glasses and bottles.
As Janet sipped another drink she carefully rearranged her skirt, remembering her lack of undergarments. "Kathy, you have any idea what the kids had planned for tonight?"
"Dunno," she said, dabbing a bit more paint on her seascape and stepping back to study it. "I think a beach party was set. Worried?"
Janet smiled. "Always. Not about what they'll do, but what someone might do to them."
"I know what you mean," she said, mixing a new shade of blue on her palette. "You know, I figure they're bound to do what they please. I just worry about where they do it. Some of the things that happen on those 'Lovers' Lanes' are terrible. I think I'd let them screw in the living room rather than have them out there."
Janet nodded her agreement as she nibbled on a potato chip.
CHAPTER THREE
Halfway across town the four teen-agers were stuffing themselves with hamburgers and French fries. Surrounding the car was the glitter and noise of a drive-in restaurant. Paramount among the noises was the chatter of teen-agers and the endless rumble of loud mufflers as guys endlessly cruised through the lot, looking for a parking space next to some-likely-looking girls.
Jimmy Wilson, red-haired and stocky like his father, playfully snitched a French fry from Judy's tray. She retaliated by stealing his pickle and a brief wrestling match ensued.
"What time does the party start?" Beth Wilson said, interrupting the tussle. She and Tom were seated quietly in the back seat, sipping their milk shakes.
Jimmy regained his pickle. " 'Bout seven. What time is it now?"
Tom glanced at his watch. "Six-thirty. Better get started soon."
Jimmy flashed the headlights to signal a waitress.
After paying the check, they pulled out. Tom's arm cuddled Beth close to him as they pulled onto the freeway and headed for the beach. She gently but firmly brushed his hand away when it strayed cautiously over her left breast. The coy shake of her head did nothing to discourage him, but he exercised restraint. In the front seat he could see Judy pressed tight against Jimmy. "Hey Jude, think Mom and Dad'd get too uptight if we were late tonight?"
Lifting her blonde head she turned toward the back. "The way they are about each other right now? Nah, I doubt it. But we should give 'em a call so they don't worry."
"Great." Tom gave Beth a hug. "What about your parents?"
She shrugged. "They really didn't set a firm time. As long as I'm with Jimmy they don't worry too much."
"No sweat," Jimmy said, wheeling them smoothly onto the off-ramp. "They told me we should try to get in by one. If we're going to be later, we should call, otherwise they ground us. I'll call 'em before we get to the beach and get us a late pass."
Twenty minutes later he pulled into a restaurant on the coast highway and got out of the car. A few minutes later he was back, a paper bag under his arm. He handed it to Judy. "Don't shake it, it's beer. We're in luck. Your parents were there too and we're all set until two. Judy had to do some fast talking to convince your mother, Tom, but she did it." He started the car and they headed off. A short distance down the coast road he swung off on a narrow dirt track that wound down toward the beach. Pulling up next to several other cars they climbed out and took a narrow path down the sharp bluff. As they got in sight of the beach they could see a large fire being built. The summer sun was still high and a few kids were dodging the surf, while others gathered wood. Before joining the others, Jimmy took the beer from Judy and hid it behind some bushes on the edge of the beach. The narrow cove was hemmed in by crumbling cliffs, with the ocean chewing away at the bases on each side of the sandy beach.
By the time the four of them had gotten settled, the sun was blazing a crimson path across the water. Beth and Tom had doffed their clothes, revealing bathing suits underneath and dashed for the water. As they reached it, he wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up. She squealed lustily as he threw her into an oncoming wave. For a few moments they battled in the shallow water, then struck out beyond where the waves were breaking. Bobbing gently up and down with the waves, Tom eagerly studied Beth's large breasts as she lazed on her back. She became aware of his stare and arched her back slightly, ducking her head under. Surfacing, she turned toward Tom. "Enjoying the view?"
Tom grinned frankly. "And how. You're built."
She glanced down at her tits, barely covered by the bikini top. "Must have inherited them from my father. I'm even bigger than Mom was."
"What's that house next to yours like, anyway?"
"The one your parents might take? It's great. There's even a bar in the living room. And there's a good-sized pool. Course we have one, too, so you could always come over. Hey, I'm getting cold. I'll race you in." She splashed off.
He quickly followed to the breaker line. Judging a wave carefully he caught it and let the rush of foam speed him toward the shore. As he swept past Beth he saw it catch her and flip her over. As he stood up in the shallows she emerged spluttering and laughing. "Phooey, didn't see that coming. Gaack, now I'm all full of sand."
After drying herself she picked up her shorts and a sweatshirt and ducked behind a large pile of rocks being used as a dressing room by the other girls. Tom dressed and then looked for his sister and Jimmy. They had joined the circle of others around the blazing bonfire. Shortly after he joined them Beth returned, trailing her suit in one hand. Dropping it on their blanket, well separated from the others, she plopped down next to Tom. He frankly admired the way her breasts joggled beneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. "Forgot to bring any other clothes, darn it," she said, grinning at him. "Bet that breaks your heart."
"Have a beer. Oh, yeah, it's just terrible." He slipped his arm around her and squeezed her waist. "I see Cheryl is bombed already." He gestured at a slender blonde girl weaving her way around the circle, spilling beer as she went.
"Oh, bother, not another one of those shows," Beth said. "Last time she tried to put the make on every guy around. She was so drunk no one was interested. Kind of turned everyone off."
Jimmy leaned past Beth to talk to Tom. "I figure if things get too bad, we'll split around to the next beach with our beer. The surf will be down enough to clear the base of the cliffs."
"Good idea," Tom said, stroking Beth's waist as he watched the sun, now split by the horizon. In a few minutes the last sliver was swallowed by the sea. Someone broke out a guitar and they began singing.
By the light of the fire Tom could see Cheryl eagerly pressing herself on a boy across from him. Someone else swore and reached for her.
Beth nudged her brother. "Let's split. This'll be a bad scene."
Quickly and quietly, the four slipped away from the others. While Tom and the girls gathered up and the blanket and other things, Jimmy retrieved the beer. Splashing through water that was knee-deep they made their way around the base of the cliff. A tiny beach, no more than thirty feet across, was tucked in at the base of the bluffs. A shallow cave directly at the back was sooted from earlier fires. The two boys kindled a new one from driftwood that had collected. Soon the four of them were clustered around the small blaze, alone with the moon and the sound of the surf.
Just as she was halfway through her third beer of the night, Tom tickled Beth's ribs. "Tom! Oh, darn it, you made me spill!" She brushed futilely at the wet front of her sweatshirt.
"Sorry," Tom apologized.
"That's all right. It's just that it's cold and sticky now." She pulled it away from her body. "Only thing to do is take it off, I guess." Suiting action to words, before Tom's amazed eyes, she pealed the shirt rapidly upward. The bottom of it caught on her full breasts, lifting them, then letting them drop. Tom's eyes feasted on their bold fullness as they moved from her efforts to get her arms out of the sleeves. "There," she said, leaning back on her arms, thrusting her chest upward. "That feels better. I hate clothes."
Tom gulped and tried to control his eyes, folding his legs to conceal his sudden hard-on. He glanced at Judy, who was staring thoughtfully at the fire, Jim's arm around her, pressing at the bulge of her bathing suit-covered breast. Suddenly, boldly, she took a huge swig of beer. "Hate to be left out. Besides, I've got a good pair, too." Fumbling slightly, Judy reached behind her and released the catch on her top. Leaning forward briefly she dropped it off her arms and tossed it onto the blanket. She leaned back onto Jimmy's shoulder, and arched her back, studying her small, firm tits. "They may not be as big as Beth's, but they're nice, don't you think?" She turned her eyes toward Jimmy.
Boldly he brought his hand upward and cupped one, his fingers toying with the nipple, pinching it, tugging at it. "Not so big, but very nice. Firm." He leaned over and gave her a long, deep, probing kiss as she rolled slightly toward him. When they broke the kiss she whispered as she pressed against him. "Not all the way, Jimmy. Not tonight."
He drew back slightly, studying her face. "Why not?"
She traced a line on his chest with her finger. "Because I said so. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Her hand brushed his bathing suit, swollen from its bulging contents.
Tom had watched the exchange until Beth suddenly intruded by rolling herself in front of him, her globular breasts scrubbing up against his chest. Teasing his T-shirt upward her fingers tickled along his sides. Shucking off the shirt, his hands reached eagerly for the heavy fullness of her breasts. On her hands and knees, her mouth opened with passion as he lifted their weight, the stiffening nipples pressing into the palms of his hands. As he marveled at the weight and softness of her breasts, she sat back on her haunches and unfastened the belt of his pants.
"Hey," Beth said softly, "let's get naked." She stood up and Tom stood and reached for the fastening on her shorts, fumbling slightly with the button, then running the zipper down toward her crotch. As he did so he felt her hands busy at his waist and felt the cool air brush his thighs as his pants dropped to the sand. Eagerly, he knelt to push her pants over her full hips and down her legs. As she stepped daintily out of them he kicked himself free from his. His hard cock boldly tented his shorts as her hands worked eagerly to free it. As she knelt to push them down, her lips brushed the head of his prick, sending a thrill through him. Then she stood boldly before him, spreading her legs slightly as he studied her. Her eyes focused on his large prick, standing out boldly from the hair at its base, probing toward her belly as she took a step toward him, her hands reaching. "Come on," she said, wrapping a hand around his prick and leading him away into the shadows. He glanced briefly over at his sister. Lying close together, she and Jimmy were wriggling as they worked off the last of each other's clothes. Tom turned away as Beth tugged him down onto the blanket spread earlier, not releasing her grip on him. Again he reached and massaged her tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Suddenly, he bent his head and sought the nipple of one with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it eagerly. Beth gasped and threw her head back, her hand working convulsively at his cock. They tumbled back onto the blanket, Tom's hand reaching for her cunt, brushing through the thick, black hair, seeking the lips.
"Wait," she whispered, pushing him away and bringing her head down toward his cock. Grasping its base eagerly in both hands, she probed its tip with her tongue, then licked along its length. As Tom groaned in passion she pushed her pussy toward him, bending her leg to form a cushion for his head. "Lick it!" she commanded. "Suck it!"
As her mouth engulfed the end of Tom's prick, he probed with his fingers, spreading the lips of her cunt and hesitantly probed with his tongue, tasting of the juices. Eagerly he thrust his tongue further, probing as deeply as he could. Fire blazed up through his belly as her mouth worked and sucked at his prick. His hips twitched as he thrust it deeper into her mouth. Eagerly she pushed onto it, taking as much as she could into her, sucking on it, milking it with her tongue and lips, pressing the sensitive bulb against the soft roof at the back of her mouth as Tom's working mouth discovered her tingling, sensitive, clitoris. Her hips jerked anxiously as he nibbled and sucked, setting her afire. She felt herself blaze to her peak and sucked anxiously on Tom's cock as she felt it begin to twitch. Suddenly it all crested at once and she gulped convulsively as he jetted deep into the back of her mouth, her hips writhing as her own climax blazed through her. Almost fainting from pleasure, she sucked the last of his come from his dying cock. Even as it began to shrink, she still nursed on it gently. Finally he rolled on his back, panting.
For long minutes they lay there, trying to catch their breath. He rolled his head to one side, looking over toward Jimmy and his sister. By the flickering fire light he could see Jimmy's hand probing Judy's pussy between her eagerly spread legs as she pumped her hand on his cock. Suddenly he jetted upward, come spurting and running down onto her hand. As her hips writhed he rubbed eagerly at her pussy, driving her toward the peak. Finally, she arched her back whimpering and whining as she thrust her cunt up against the heel of his hand.
Tom turned back to Beth as she turned around, and cuddled against him. like a cat, she licked the last of his juices off her lips, then sought a deep kiss with him. Breaking the kiss finally, he helped her to her feet and they headed for the surf to wash up. Minutes later Judy and Jim joined them, sluicing away in the waves the juices of their recent passions.
After drying off they huddled, still nude, around the fire. Finally Tom reached for his watch. "One o'clock," he announced, standing to dress. "Let's not push our deadline this time and maybe we can do it again."
Yielding to his logic, they dressed and slipped through the deepening water around the cliff. Halfway around a wave splashed against them and Tom grabbed Beth to keep her on her feet.
As they passed the area of the original gathering, only Cheryl and her date were left, snoring drunkenly on the sand.
Judy giggled suddenly. "I'd say what we did was a lot more fun than what they did."
"And how, hot pants, and how!" Jimmy laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
As they slipped quietly past their parents' door, Judy and Tom glanced knowingly at each other when they heard the vigorous bouncing of the springs from behind the closed door. Smothering chuckles, they quietly closed the door to their room behind them before giving vent to their amusement. Quickly doffing their clothes, they slipped into their beds. Just before turning out the light, Tom leaned out and pulled the curtain into place between them.
"What'd you do that for?" asked his sister.
He clicked off the light. "Keep Mom happy," he yawned. "What a night. I'm bushed. Beth sure doesn't waste any time."
"So I noticed. What were you two up to over there. It sounded fantastic."
Tom gave her a brief description of then-activities. "I noticed you didn't let Jimmy go all the way with you. How come?"
"I dunno. Guess I'm a little chicken. I've heard it hurts. I'd rather have someone more experienced, I think. They'd be gentler." Amazement drifted into her sleepy voice. "Did Beth really swallow it?"
"Yeah, didn't bat an eye," Tom said. "Wonder where she learned it?"
"From her parents, I bet. Jimmy said they've caught them out by the pool a few times. They like to go skinny dipping, the whole family, in fact. I guess they get a little excited sometimes." She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "I wonder what Dad's like in bed."
Tom yawned deeply. "Pretty good, I bet. Mom said he had a harem out where he was. Said it was part of his cover."
"A harem, huh," Judy said, staring at the ceiling. She smiled secretly before rolling over and dropping off to sleep.
In the room across the hall, Janet snuggled tightly up against Phil's side. "Phil," she murmured quietly, nudging him slightly. "Phil, you awake?"
"Mmmmm," he mumbled, pulling her close.
"Am I as good as those Arabic concubines you had?"
"Mm, mmm, better," he mumbled back. "Sure I provide enough variety?" she asked worriedly.
"Mmmmmm." His wordless reply was noncommittal.
Worried, Janet rolled away from him, chewing her thumb in agitation. She remembered his look when he was studying Kathy Wilson. Mentally comparing her figure with Kathy's, she felt a little inferior. Before dropping off to sleep she vowed to exercise to tighten up her stomach.
Next morning at breakfast, before the children came downstairs she suddenly asked him, "Would you like to sleep with Kathy Wilson?"
"Are you kidding?" He set his coffee down in astonishment. "Why would I want to do that?"
She pushed her eggs around with a bit of toast. "Well, you did have quite a harem out there, you know."
"What harem? I had to have four wives because I was supposed to be a wealthy Moslem," he said, nibbling at a strip of bacon.
"And how many concubines did you have?" she asked, putting down her fork and staring at him intently.
He avoided her eyes. "Well, I had a few. But they were just for effect."
"I'll bet. Have some more toast." She pulled a hot slice out of the toaster and dropped it on his plate.
"What brought all this up?" he asked, spreading jelly on the toast.
"You weren't as excited last night as you have been."
"So what?" he said in consternation. "It was only the third or fourth time in one day we made love. What am I supposed to be, a screwing machine?"
"Hush, here come the children!" She bustled out to the kitchen as Judy and Tom entered the room.
"Hi, Mom, g'morning, Dad," Tom said, grabbing a glass of orange juice.
"Morning, Dad," Judy said, leaning over to give her father a quick peck on the cheek, and seemingly by accident brushing her breast on the back of his neck. He stiffened slightly as he felt the touch of her hardened nipple through the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Good morning. How was your party last night?" He concealed his agitation.
"All right," Tom answered. "Some of the kids got a bit drunk. Aside from that it was okay."
Janet came back to the table with plates loaded with eggs and bacon. "Dig in kids. More coffee, Phil?"
"Please. You kids got anything special set for today?"
Tom shook his head, his mouth full of eggs. "Not a thing, why?"
"Thought we might take a load of stuff over to the new house so you can see it."
Judy squealed. "You mean you took it? Groovy!"
"How do you know what it's like young lady, ever seen it?" Phil cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Only from the outside. But Jimmy told me a lot about it last night. He said it has a pool and everything. Can we take our suits along? Please?"
Phil laughed. "Okay, I get the point. Since your Mom and I took a somewhat less orthodox dip there yesterday, I can't really say no. By all means take your suits. I already signed a lease on the place, so there's no reason why not. How quick can you two be packed to move. A week?"
"What, a week? We can do it in a day," Tom bubbled.
"No need to be that quick. We can take a week. Seems like a good amount of time. What do you think, Jan?"
"Sounds like it's all decided. I guess so. What about this place? We're paid up here till the end of the month."
"Nothing we can do about that. I had to pay for the other place already. It's all furnished, and this stuff stays here." He indicated the furniture.
"Okay," Janet said. "Why don't you kids go up after breakfast and figure out what you want to take today. Maybe clothes you want right away. The books and stuff can wait until we get some boxes. Phil, I'll want to take over the vacuum and some cleaning stuff."
"Right," he said, getting up. As Janet worked on the dishes the others got organized.
Before emptying the car, the four of them wandered through the spacious house. Upstairs were three bedrooms. The two smaller ones, sharing a bath between, were parceled out to the twins. The largest had its own huge bathroom, complete with sunken tub. Phil had just opened the window of a small room overlooking the pool when he heard loud whoops and the twins roared out of the house and landed in the middle of the pool with a mighty splash. Smiling, he turned away from the window and pondered how he wanted this room, his study, to be set up. Meanwhile, Janet busied herself with the vacuum in the master bedroom. He wandered in and watched her work for a minute. Sneaking up on her he gave her a pinch.
"Yeeek! Philip Martin!" She brandished the hose from the cleaner as if to hit him.
"Got an idea. Why don't we get someone else to do this cleaning?" He shut the vacuum off with a push from his foot.
Janet, looking pretty and peeved, hair bound up in a scarf, asked, "like who, on such short notice?"
"Must be someone. Why not check with Kathy? Maybe she knows someone."
"Well," Janet said, looking dubious. Then, pondering the amount of cleaning to be done, she agreed.
Minutes later she bounced back in through the front door. "It's done! Kathy called her cleaning service and they'll be here to give the place a complete going over tomorrow. What now?"
"How about a swim?" Phil said, pulling her suit out of the bottom of the box he had packed and tossing it to her.
Minutes later they strolled out onto the pool deck and dropped towels on the lounge chairs there. The twins were swimming from one end of the pool to the other with long, easy strokes. Janet and Phil sat on the edge, dangling their feet and watching. Finally, stroking together, the kids reached the end of the pool and stopped. Impishly, Judy ducked under the water and pushed off. Before Phil could move, she had burst to the surface next to him and showered him with water. Janet ducked back and laughed at his discomfort until Tom suddenly grabbed her dangling arm and tugged. Grabbing for Phil as she tumbled in she got his arm and dragged him along. The three of them disappeared in a welter of foam. Bouncing to the surface, Tom came up with a tennis ball from somewhere and a wild game of catch ensued.
Finally, pooped and panting, Janet excused herself and climbed out. As Janet toweled her hair, Judy popped up over the side of the pool and pulled off the cap she used to keep her long hair under dry.
"Whew, look at those two," the young girl said, sprawling on a lounge next to her mother. In the pool Tom and Phil were trying to outdo each other with outlandish throws and catches. Phil finally missed and the ball rolled into the grass along the back edge of the pool. After retrieving it and throwing it back into the pool he headed for a towel. Tom returned to his seemingly effortless laps, turning smoothly from one to the next, his well-tanned arms and legs flashing through the water.
"I swear, that kid is part fish!" Phil said, mopping his hair and face. "And so are you, young lady." He cast an approving eye on the well-tanned Judy. As she modestly nodded her head he gave his eyes a moment to feast on her youthful beauty. A little more slender than Jan, he noted as he compared the two. Her suit, less modest than Janet's two-piecer, was cut well below her navel, the sides appearing to be just knotted, the top barely covering the nipples of her firm, youthful breasts. Janet's more womanly figure filled her suit sensuously, her fuller breasts spreading slightly from their own weight as she lay back soaking up the sun, her belly more rounded below her navel. She shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up at her husband as he admired her boldly. She flashed a slightly wicked grin, as if reading his mind, before she dropped her hand and closed her eyes again. Wearily, Phil stretched out on a third lounge and watched his son's progress. Just as he was about to doze off he heard a call. Looking over, he saw Jake Wilson's disembodied head seemingly suspended on top of the fence.
"Hey, how goes it?" Jake's smile flashed on his freckled face.
"Hi, Jake, come on over," Phil beckoned.
"Let's get the gate working," Jake said, pointing at the latch.
Phil got up and pushed back the bolt. He heard Jake do the same and the gate between the two yards swung open.
"Hi, kids, hi, Janet, how's it going?" His eyes feasted hungrily on Janet for a brief moment before she looked up.
"Hi, Jake. Didn't know you were home."
"Yep, just got finished with a client. Nice thing about being in business for yourself, you can set your own hours. Within reason, that is. When you think you'll be moved?"
"This week. A cleaning crew's coming in tomorrow."
"Let me know if you need any help. Oh, there's Kathy. Told her I'd take her shopping. Says she needs a sexy new dress and I always help her pick 'em." Jake left after flashing a knowing wink.
Just as Phil bolted the gate, Tom finished his workout and hauled himself wearily out of the water. "Hey, Dad. This'll be great, having our own pool. I can really get in shape, now."
Janet grinned at her son, eyeing his slim-hipped, well-muscled body. "Looks to me as if you're in pretty good shape."
"Aw, Mom, you know what I mean!" The youth flopped bonelessly down on the lounge.
Phil, the sun getting to him, let himself tumble easily into the cold water. Grabbing the tennis balls he began to bounce it off the fence and catch it. Suddenly, in a welter of arms and legs, Judy sprinted across the deck and made a diving interception just before she hit the water. Spouting water, she held the ball overhead and taunted her father, daring him to try and get it. When he lunged after her she twisted aside, letting his hands brush down her flanks. Trying again he caught her hips and they wrestled vigorously. He found himself suddenly thrilling to the touch of his daughter's young, fresh body. At one point his hand fell by accident on her young breast. Before he could move it, he suddenly felt her thrust forward, pressing hard against him. He released her and grabbed futilely for the ball, his senses blazing with the touch. Finally he clutched both hands on hers, high over her head and tried to pry her fingers loose. Eagerly she fell backward, and before he could wrest the ball free he felt her thrust her pelvis against him, making his prick stir to life as she ground her breasts into his chest. Suddenly, she let him have the ball, pulled free, her face flushed, and splashed the length of the pool, leaving her father to cover his excitement and confusion.
Turning away from Janet's eyes he began again to bounce the ball off the fence. Quickly tiring of that, he let the ball drop free in the water and let himself drift. His prick stirred slightly as he thought of the wrestling match with Judy. Her flashing eyes had left no doubt in his mind that what she had done was not by accident. He wondered what Janet's thoughts were on incest.
Where he had been for the last ten years it was far from unusual. Fathers were expected to initiate their daughters into sex, and mothers their sons. Brothers and sisters shared a room, and no one minded what they did there. Virginity beyond the age of fifteen was virtually unknown.
He rolled over and pulled himself out of the pool. Well, he said him himself, we'll just have to see. His mind went back to Janet's remarks of the night before and that morning about his "harem" and being bored. As he walked toward the downstairs bathroom he thought to himself that a little variety might be very nice. And he found the thought of Janet being made love to by another man strangely exciting. He broke into a cheerful whistle as he considered the possibilities.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a month before they got firmly settled and unpacked from the move. Janet hummed quietly to herself as she puttered around the house straightening up slightly. Phil had convinced her to take on the cleaning service regularly, saving her from the drudgery of vacuuming and dusting. It still seemed, however, that no one ever put anything away.
Wandering aimlessly out by the pool, she wondered how Tom and Judy were getting along with Phil. The three of them had taken off to do some sailing, leaving the seasickness-prone Janet behind. The kids seemed to hit it off great with their father, even after ten years of separation. They were taking the opportunity provided by summer vacation to get to know him all over again. Phil was pecking away at a book while they continued to live off his back pay. During his job he had been forced to make his own way to reinforce his cover story, rather than being able to draw his regular pay. That had been banked for him. In addition, he had arranged to make a nice profit at his "cover" occupation as a merchant and they had been able to keep some of that, but not much. He had explained that he had used most of those savings to provide for his second "family".
Janet's forehead wrinkled as she thought again of her husband's harem. She was a little afraid boredom was getting to him, their lovemaking having become a little perfunctory after the first week, despite her efforts to provide variety.
She tingled inside, remembering the night they had gone to a very dirty drive-in movie. Parked carefully in a dark corner of the back row, the simulated passion on the screen had quickly set them both ablaze. Halfway through the first movie he had needed to unfasten his pants and release his steaming hard-on. Since that first time swimming at the new house, Janet had often gone without any panties, enjoying the secret pleasure of her concealed nakedness and the coolness of it. As the film went on, Phil's hand had touched on her knee and crept gradually up her leg under her dress, pinching and stroking the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh, finally fastening on her eager pussy.
Remembering that night, Janet sprawled languidly on the lounge, reliving it, recalling how his fingers had pressed and probed into her, setting her afire, driving her to reach for his prick. Teasing and taunting each other as they watched the film, they had kept each other just short of a climax for over an hour. Finally, halfway in to the second feature, Janet had climbed over and straddled his thighs, her back to him. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, they watched as the hero of the film pumped into a buxom blonde.
Janet bit her lip as she recalled the orgasm that had shaken them. Restlessly she got up and prowled the pool deck, the hot sun burning through the knitted sleeveless top. The nipples of her breasts, unfettered by a bra, pointed sharply through the thin fabric. Her tight shorts stimulated her clitoris as she sauntered slowly around. Hearing Jake's and Kathy's voices from next door, Janet walked over and knocked on the gate. "Hey, anybody home? It's me, Janet."
"Hi, Jan," Kathy said. Her husband muttered something but was quietly shushed. "Come on over, it's unlocked."
Janet snapped the bolt back and stepped through. She suddenly gasped and started back.
"No, no, come on in. It's all right." Kathy, naked, her back to Janet, worked with chalks on a canvas. Her subject was Jake, equally nude, posed on the diving board. "We're just trying to get our usual all-over tans, and I thought I'd grab the chance to sketch Jake in the all together."
Janet flushed and stammered, "B-but-" Then she took a deep breath and said, "Okay." She attempted to stroll nonchalantly over to a chair behind Kathy.
Jake grinned cheerfully. "Hell, you've seen it all before. Kathy knows what we've been up to in the past."
Still blushing, Janet deliberately studied Kathy's art. It was, she had to admit, a striking bit of work. In faithful detail, it recorded Jake's position on the board, leaning on his left arm, facing his wife. His right leg was bent at the knee, his foot braced on the board behind his left leg, which was extended straight out. His penis hung limp, trailing downward toward the board. Kathy put down one chalk and picked up an orangish one, carefully tipping in the curled, reddish pubic hair.
"The only trouble is," Kathy said, taking a step back and comparing her sketch with Jake, "so have I. I really could use some new models."
Janet dodged the bait. "Seems to me that Jake's a pretty good one."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, he is," Kathy said, touching in some more color. "He's a fine hunk of man. But I would like a little variety. I'd like to do a woman, too." She put the chalk down. "Okay, darling. You can relax, I'm done." She strolled over and sat down next to Janet, wiping her chalky hands on her thighs. Surveying her naked breasts she commented, "I think I get more on me than I do on the canvas." She brushed futilely at one large breast, then moistened her fingers and worked at her nipple to get the blue chalk off it. When she finished, the nipple jutted out prominently.
Jake meanwhile, still naked and unashamed, had lifted the canvas off the easel and studied it critically. "Not bad." Putting the canvas back he dove into the pool.
As he splashed around, spouting happily, Kathy turned to Janet. "Why not pose for me? Really, you'd be great. I bet Phil would like a nude of you."
Janet shook her head tensely. "I'd be too self-conscious. Really I would."
"Self-conscious about what?" Kathy surveyed her critically. "You've got a great body. Jake says so."
"Jake, you didn't!" Janet gasped.
"Oh, yes I did," he said, hoisting himself out of the pool and picking up a towel to dry his face. "She dragged it out of me, though." He walked boldly over to his wife. "Must say, she's been more attentive than ever." He leaned over and kissed Kathy hard on the lips. Before she pushed him away his prick stirred slightly to life. "Gave her a blow-by-blow description, and boy did that get her turned on!"
"Boy, did it," Kathy agreed.
"Really? Did you Jake?" Janet seemed close to tears.
"Hey, hey. What's the matter?" Kathy laid a gentle hand on the other woman's arm. "First of all, that was before we were married. More important, we're husband and wife, and we believe that means sharing everything. And I must say, that description of his about having you on the dining room table did more to turn me on than anything we ever did. We tried it the next night and damn near tore the house down!"
Janet twisted her hands. "But, weren't you jealous?"
Kathy laughed. "I was furious, for two reasons. One was that I didn't think of it. The second was because I wasn't there to see it."
Janet felt herself stir as she thought of it, how cold and hard the table had felt on her back as Jake boldly drove into her, the added thrill of the table rocking vigorously under the pounding. Forgetting herself, she smiled and spoke softly. "It was good."
Kathy tapped her arm. "See, what's so wrong about me knowing about it? Don't you wonder what Phil did all those years overseas?" Her eyebrows raised at the sudden thought. "And don't you wonder right now if you're keeping up with them?"
"I'll bet she does," Jake said, lighting a cigarette. "I wonder a little bit what Kathy and her first husband did."
Kathy chuckled. "Not much, sweetie, believe me, not much. I was so square at that point I only knew one way. But I'm learning from you. Boy, am I learning from you!"
Janet studied her hands, primly folded in her lap. "Yes, I do. I really do wonder." She looked into Kathy's frank, blue eyes, completely forgetting the nudity of her two hosts. "He had a harem over there, you know. He had four wives and I don't know how many concubines." She scowled. "How can I match that. And things have slowed down a lot between us in the last week. He's hardly looked at me."
Kathy reached over and slapped Jake's shoulder gently, bringing his eyes open. "And what did I say to you just this morning? Same thing, right?"
Reluctantly, Jake nodded. "Right." He closed his eyes again.
Kathy got up and beckoned Janet after her. "Come on, Jan. You and I have got to work out a plan of action. You stay put, husband mine."
"Yes'm." Jake didn't stir as they headed for the house.
"Come on up while I take a shower," Kathy said, trotting quickly upstairs.
"The way I see it," Kathy said over the rush of water as Jan sat on the lowered toilet seat, "they want a harem, we give 'em a harem."
"How do we do that?" Janet looked puzzled.
"Depends on what it takes. Drat, dropped the soap. What about wearing wigs and stuff?"
"No good. Phil-likes to run his fingers through my hair. No dyes, either. He hates 'em."
"Hand me that washcloth by the sink, the pink one. What about clothes? Got any really wild, sexy outfits?"
"Just one. I wore that one when he came home." Janet smiled. "Didn't keep it on long, either."
"That's one idea, then. Why not you and me getting out on a shopping trip and getting some really outrageous outfits?" The water shut off and Kathy pushed back the shower curtain. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself. "And I still think that nude painting of you is a good idea."
Janet pursed her lips and thought. "Well, could be." Her face brightened. "What about one of me dressed in a real sexy outfit? Something sort of classical or Greek?"
Kathy hung the towel up and led the way out to the bedroom. "Don't think that would be quite as good, but it's a start. We can do it on the sly and spring it as a surprise, same time you wear the outfit." The tall woman pulled a simple sleeveless knit dress out of the closet and put it on over her naked body. "Want to go shopping now? I know some great stores I've been trying to screw my courage up to go into."
Janet took a deep breath. "Okay. Let me go home and change and leave a note for Phil and the kids."
"Right. Oh, and don't wear any underwear. The outfits we want don't need any."
Janet gave a dirty giggle. "Right you are!"
Kathy snapped her fingers. "Listen. Let's make an evening of it. We can get our hair done, maybe, and grab some dinner. Those characters can take care of themselves."
"Great idea! I'll hurry."
A few minutes later they drove off together.
Hours later, Phil and the twins got home.
"Hey, anybody home?" Phil called out by the pool as Tom and Judy raced each other to the bathroom upstairs.
"Nobody but us chickens." Jake peeped over the fence. "Jan and Kathy got their heads together about something and took off. Said they'd be back late. I think there's a note in the kitchen for you."
"Okay." Phil scratched his tousled black hair. "Frozen dinners in the frig, be back about eleven. Love, Jan," he read quietly.
Tom and Judy, in their swim suits, came downstairs at their usual thundering rate. "Where's Mom?" they chorused.
"She and Kathy went off somewhere. Left frozen dinners for us."
Judy wrinkled her nose. "Pooh, I'll cook up something. After I drown Tom!" She dashed off after her brother and followed him into the pool with a mighty splash. Soon Phil joined them.
After a leisurely swim, the three of them went into the house. Still wearing their suits, Judy began to concoct a dinner while Phil and Tom sat at the lunch counter and drank beer.
"Did you really have a harem out there, Dad?" Tom asked.
Phil smiled. "Well, not exactly a harem. I had four wives and three or four concubines. Mistresses, to you."
"Really?" Tom's mouth gaped a little. "What was it like?"
"Pretty lively. Just try keeping that many women happy. Course, over there, men pretty much have the upper hand. What the man says, goes."
"How old were they," asked Judy.
Phil fingered his chin for a minute, "The oldest was thirty-five, the youngest was fourteen."
"Fourteen!" the twins chorused.
"Yep. They start young out there. Matter of fact, she was a gift from the local chieftain. Pretty little one."
"Was she a virgin?" Judy asked boldly, catching Tom's eye.
"Ha!" Phil guffawed. "The wise younger generation. No, she wasn't. Wouldn't have been given her if she was. The chief gave me a proven product, broken in by her own father, in fact."
"Really?" the twins chorused.
"Yup. That's common out there. In fact, I would have had to take on my own daughters in another year or two. It's customary for the father to introduce the daughter to sex."
"Well, I'll be darned!" Judy's eyes glowed.
Just then the phone rang and Phil went off to answer it. While he was gone the twins had a quick, quiet conference. Phil returned. "Darn salesmen. Where were we? Oh, my harem. My first wife was my favorite, she bossed the others."
"What did you do, take turns?"
"I could take my choice. It was accepted by the women that the man would take the younger ones. They didn't always like that. I usually took turns. Kept the peace better."
Judy put dinner in front of the men and brought out three beers. "I'm sure glad you don't mind us drinking," she commented, pulling up a stool next to her father.
After dinner Tom excused himself and went upstairs. Judy and her father worked together cleaning up the plates. The young girl managed on several occasions to let one of the straps of her suit top slip downward, letting the triangle of cloth fall away from her breast. Phil tried to wrest his gaze away from the pert little nipple before she casually pulled the strap up. As he watched, she bent over boldly, back toward him, her firm buttocks straining the bottom of her suit as she reached for the detergent. Before he had finished drying the dishes for her, his senses flamed with her youth.
Finally hanging up the towel, she stood on tip toe and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, her breast pressing warmly against his arm. "Thanks, Dad," she said and dashed upstairs, her lovely legs twinkling as he gazed after her.
Popping into her room she cut through the bathroom to Tom's room. As she pressed back against the door and sighed, Tom looked up from his magazine. "How is it?"
She smiled warmly. "I'll get him. It'll take some time, but I'll get him." She walked boldly toward her brother, hips swaying provocatively. "You'll see." From the comer of her eye she saw through the window her father going next door.
As her brother looked up at her from the bed, she reached teasingly for the fastening at the back of her bra, jutting her breasts outward as she did so. "Don't you think I will?"
Tom gulped, his throat suddenly tight. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."
"You guess so?" she said, her bra suddenly loosened. "Just you watch, brother dear." She leaned back, keeping her bra from sliding off her breasts. Slowly, she ran her hands up her torso and under the bra, cupping her breasts. Her fingers sought her nipples, already tense from her efforts with Phil, and pinched and teased the buds to new tightness under her bra. "What was it Beth and you did at the beach?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Tom's eyes burned as he watched her slight manipulations. "Sh-she sucked me. And I sucked her."
Judy dropped her hands and let the bra drop off on the floor. "She sucked your what?"
"My cock. And I sucked her pussy." His eyes feasted on Judy's beautiful, young tits. His hands itched to once again get the feel of them. His cock strained against his swimming suit.
Judy studied her tits as she plucked gently at the nipples with thumb and forefinger. "I don't understand. You'll have to show me." She looked up at him in mock innocence.
"First, we have to get naked." Tom stood and reached for the bottom of his sister's suit. As he felt her hands untie the cord of his, he pushed hers slowly down, teasing. "Wait." He pulled away from her hands before she could push his down. Slowly, tauntingly, he rolled hers down, his senses flaming as he got the top edge closer and closer to her pussy, the fine hairs springing up as they were freed. Finally, it was done, the crotch of the suit still clamped between her thighs, the elastic of it lower down. The pressure of the crotch of it being pulled down between her thighs made her drop her head back in passion. Finally it dropped free and she felt his hot breath puffing on her pussy, stirring the hair, warming her.
Gently he turned her and pushed her down on the bed. "Sit," he commanded. "Now, feel yourself."
As she put a hand to her cunt and began to tease herself, he hooked his thumbs into his suit and eased it slowly down over his hips. His excitement bloomed as he watched her stimulate herself and as his cock sprang into the air. Finally, his suit off, he knelt in front of her, between her spread legs, her feet still on the floor. He took her hands from her cunt, then pulled gently forward on her legs. Following his guidance she worked her buttocks forward to the edge of the bed. Kneeling as he was, her pussy was right at his face now, the curly covering of blonde hair stirring from his breath. His hands reached for her and touched her, spreading the lips slightly as he brought his mouth toward it. His tongue began to probe, licking, thrusting as she let herself fall back on the bed.
Her head rolled from side to side in passion as he licked and sucked at her, his hands reaching up and clamping on her waist, rubbing. Without thinking, her own hands went to her breasts and began to massage them hard as her passion built. Her hips rolled and pushed, grinding onto his face as he probed eagerly with his tongue. She began to whimper and moan until finally she arched her back, a long whine torn from her lips as she climaxed.
Tom felt the climax sweep her and pressed on for a few seconds before sagging back from her. His chin glistened with her juices as he watched her orgasm subside gradually.
Wearily, she tried to sit up, then rolled over and slid to her knees next to him, resting her cheek on the bed for long minutes. "Mmmmm." It was a wordless sigh of contentment. Finally, she raised her head and sat back on her heels. "Now it's my turn, I guess."
Tom pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed as he had had her do.
Quivering slightly with excitement, Judy knelt between her brother's legs and reached for his prick, her tits jutting forward. As he sat there, leaning back on his arms, his cock jutted outward and upward toward her. Grasping with her hands she stroked the length of it, smearing the crystalline lubricant along it. Slowly, hesitantly she brought her mouth down and kissed the tip of it, then gave it a tentative taste, the tip of her tongue brushing it lightly. Holding it in both hands she began to lick it, as she would have a popsicle. Tom groaned as her tongue stroked the sensitive triangle below the head. Finally, at his urging, she engulfed the head with her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue working against the underside of it. Gradually, she took more and more of it into her mouth, her own passions rising. Finally she was fighting the urge to gag as she rammed it toward the back of her mouth. As she sucked more and more eagerly, her hands gently fondled his balls in their soft sack. She felt them pull up against his body and his prick surged upward still more. Suddenly he began to jet into her mouth, thrusting eagerly forward with his hips, pushing still deeper into her. Frantically, she swallowed as he shot into her. She continued to suck and lick at him as his orgasm died away. Eagerly, her passions burning at the thought, she carefully sucked and licked the last of his sperm from his withering prick before sitting back on her heels.
She smiled contentedly. "like that, huh?"
Tom flopped back on the bed. "And how!" It was all he could do to catch his breath. Finally he pulled himself up and reached wearily for his swim suit. "Let's take a dip."
Judy stood and began to pull on her suit. "That Beth sure knows some good tricks." She tugged the bottom up against her still-sensitive crotch. "I guess her parents are pretty wild."
Tom grabbed a towel and waited for her to finish fastening her bra. "Her father is, anyway. Her mother, his first wife, was kind of strait-laced from what I gather."
As they hurried down the stairs and out to the pool, Phil came back from next door and bolted the gate. "Last swim of the day?"
"Yep," said Tom, tossing the towel on a chair and diving in, quickly followed by his sister.
"Well, don't drown," Phil said and headed indoors as they began to swim the length of the pool together.
After several slow laps they paused at the end of the pool away from the house and hung on the edge. Judy wiped the water from her eyes. "I wonder what Mom and Dad think of incest?"
"That's a strange question, after what we've been up to." Tom looked at her. "Also considering what you've got planned with Dad."
"Phoo! Once you get a man turned on, he forgets a lot of things. I don't think it'll bother him, but I'd like to find out."
Tom thought for a minute. "It'd probably be easy for me to find out. What about Mom?"
Judy swung her legs up behind her and kicked the surface into a spray of drops. "Maybe if I take the right approach I can find out. Why, you interested?"
"Hadn't really thought of it until now, but maybe." He thought for a moment. "Well, back to work." He pushed off and began to swim. As he stroked smoothly down the pool he took a hard look in his mind at his mother's figure. He came to realize that the thought of her body turned him on more than he thought it would. At thirty-five she had a body that put to shame many of the girls he knew.
Before going inside for the night he asked Judy to let him know if she did find out anything from their mother.
CHAPTER SIX
Janet had just finished the breakfast dishes the next day when she heard a call from the back yard. "Just a minute, Kathy," she called, drying her hands.
"Hi, everyone gone?" Kathy's head peered over the fence.
"Yeah," Janet sighed, "sailing again. Wish I didn't get so seasick."
"Jake is gone, want to pose now?"
The blonde woman touched her newly styled hair nervously. "I guess so." She opened the gate and stepped through. "Where's the outfit we bought?"
A little self-consciously she stripped off her clothes and reached for her costume. She stepped into it and pulled it up. Pure white in color, it consisted of a simple, very short, pleated white skirt. After fastening the snaps at the back that closed the waist she pulled up the two strips of cloth from the waist in front and fastened them behind her neck. A soft, thin knit, they came down from her neck leaving a wide strip bare, clear to her waist, clinging tightly to her breasts. The slight bulge and darkness of her nipples showed faintly. Carefully she spread the two strips coming down from her neck to conceal the bulge of her breasts. "How do I look?" She spun around and the skirt flew outward, showing her nakedness underneath.
"Beautiful!" Kathy was setting a canvas on her easel. "Come over here and I'll pose you. Oh, don't forget the slippers."
"Oops, right," Janet said, stepping into the silvery high heels. She walked over to the spot Kathy had indicated and leaned back against a porch column.
The artist surveyed the pose. "That's what I like about you, easy to pose. Lean your shoulders against the post and put your hands behind you." She fussed for a moment with the cloth covering Janet's breasts, folding it in so more of her breasts showed along the edges. "Now, put your right foot just in front of your left. That's it, not too much." Kathy walked back to the easel and then studied Janet. "Turn your head toward me and hold it a little lower. Look right at me. Great."
Janet started to giggle at her pose, but muffled it.
"Hey, that's great," Kathy enthused. "Keep that little smile." The post thrust Janet's breasts upward and out, flattening her stomach just slightly. A secret smile played on her lips as she stared directly at Kathy. The three-quarter angle put her right breast in profile, and showed her bare side and back. The fall of her hair hid the joining of the straps behind her neck. Kathy quickly began to sketch on the blank canvas to capture the basic form.
"How're the twins and Phil getting along?" Kathy asked.
"Pretty good," Janet said, trying not to move too much. "Though I sometimes think his interest in Judy is not entirely fatherly, and hers in him less than daughterly."
"Well, best to keep it in the family. Vice is nice but incest is best, they say."
"Oh, Kathy," Janet exclaimed.
"Really, wouldn't you rather have him playing around with someone you knew rather than some stranger?" Kathy paused to study her work for a moment. "And Judy, too, for that matter?"
"Someone I knew, yes. But his own daughter and her father?"
"Why not his own daughter. For one thing, he hasn't seen her for ten years. It's not easy to think of her as a daughter under those circumstances. What's so bad about incest anyway?"
Janet sounded confused. "I don't know. It's just wrong."
"I used to think so, till I got talking with Jake about his childhood. He came from a big farm family in Montana. Said during those long, hard winters there wasn't much else to do. Also, there wasn't much room in the house. Everybody sort of played around with everyone else, I guess. He learned about sex from his older sister, and she learned it from her uncle, her father's twin brother, in fact." Kathy paused to study Janet again. "Close your mouth a little, you'll catch a fly."
Janet snapped her mouth shut. "Really?"
"Yep. Lower your head a bit. That's it. I started to think about it, and it makes sense. Why not learn from someone who knows and loves you? Much less-likely to get hurt that way, physically or mentally. Only argument against incest is inbred children, feeblemindedness and such. I looked into that, and it's really rare. Besides, with the proper precautions, no kids."
"Maybe you're right." Janet became lost in thought as Kathy continued to work. An hour later they took a break and Kathy covered the canvas. "Never let anyone see it till it's done," was her explanation.
After a few minutes she began to fidget, and Janet went back to her pose. "When are we going to display this?"
"I figure it'll be done next week. Jake and I'll have you two over for a barbecue and you can wear that. I'll wear that little number I got and we'll knock them on their ears." Kathy paused for a minute. "Now, tell me in detail about the last time you and Phil made love."
"Kathy!" Janet was jolted.
"All for the sake of art. I figure it's the best way to get your nipples to stand up. They'll look better that way."
"Well...okay," Janet said.
"Stretch the story out, this'll take some time."
Janet thought back to the evening before last. "It was two nights ago. The twins had gone off somewhere and Phil and I were working in the garden. You know, way out back by the back fence. We'd been swimming, so we had our suits on. We were down on our hands and knees on the grass, pulling some weeds and Phil suddenly nudged up next to me. I thought it was by accident, but then he leaned over and blew in my ear. He knows what that does to me." Janet shivered at the memory, and her nipples peaked up boldly through the cloth. "I tried to push him away, but he put his arm over my middle and cupped my breast. Before I knew it, he blew in my ear at the same time he was petting me. We kissed, and I was just getting too hot. Besides, who'd want to stop with that beautiful hunk of man?" Janet didn't notice Kathy's silent nod of agreement to that statement.
Janet took a very deep breath and continued. "He kept on snuggling me and feeling my breast through the top of my suit until I could hardly stand it. Finally I rolled over and brought him down on top of me. From there things really got cooking, 'cause he could get at me with both hands. I just sprawled there, flat on my back while he went to work on my tits with both hands. Finally he raised me up enough to unfasten my bra and pull it off. He nursed on my breasts with his mouth." At this point, Janet raised one hand and began to massage her breast through the costume. Remembering that she was posing, she put her hand back down and continued, obviously excited. "Anyway, that really got me going and I just lay there and loved it while his hands rubbed all over my breasts and belly. I sucked my stomach in so it was nice and flat and he seemed to like that. Finally he began to pull my bikini bottom down and I raised my hips a little so he could. Then he left me lying there, flat on my back, legs spread and studied me while he took off his own suit.
God, was he big! That big cock of his stood out like a flagpole from him. I was so turned on all I could do was lie there and long for it."
Kathy's mouth had opened and she wet her lips as she painted.
"For the longest time, it seemed like hours, all he did was stand there and look at me, fondling his own prick. I was so excited, I reached down and began to pet myself, raising my knees and spreading my legs for him. God, that must have been a scene to remember. Finally he got down on his knees between my legs. I thought he'd put it right in me then, but he didn't. Instead he kept right on teasing me. He took one hand and reached out and began to play with my pussy. I thought I'd die. I begged him to put it in me but he just held off and held off. He kept playing with himself and playing with me. Finally I guess it got to be too much for him. He came down on me like a pile driver. Fortunately, by then I was good and wet. He got his prick on my cunt and just drove it right straight in to the hilt. I thought he was going to split me, and by then I couldn't have cared less. I just spread wider and jammed on to him as hard as I could." The memory of that moment made Janet writhe in her pose for Kathy, thrusting her pelvis forward. "He grabbed my ass and lifted my hips off the grass while he pumped into me so hard you could hear the smacks a mile away. As if that weren't enough, he began to stick one finger up my ass. That was all it took, for me. He rammed that finger in me at the same time he pounded in and I went off like a Roman candle. A second later he let fly with enough sperm to float the Queen Mary."
Kathy had stopped painting and was leaning back against the fence, her hand rubbing at her crotch when Janet opened her eyes. She flushed and looked away from Kathy, suddenly realizing that her own crotch was wet from her juices. It was a few minutes before the two of them regained their composure.
"How'd my nipples do?" asked Janet.
Kathy's voice still shook a little. "Beautifully, I must say. That man of yours is really a man!" There was awe in her voice.
"He sure is! Oooops, look at the time! I gotta get going. Where're my clothes?" Hastily she dressed and ducked back through the fence.
Kathy gazed critically at the painting for a moment. Then she put it aside and set out another canvas. She quickly began to outline another drawing on the new canvas. After working for a short while, the high sun began to make her perspire and she paused to strip off her clothes. Standing nude before the canvas she continued to paint.
"Hi there, sexy!" Jake had sneaked up behind her and gave her a kiss, fondling one of her breasts familiarly.
"Watch that!" She returned his kiss and removed his hand, before her nipple had peaked too much. "You know how I am when I'm working."
Jake leered suggestively. "Especially when you're working like that." His gaze swept her from head to toe, lingering at his favorite spots-her full, beautiful breasts with the hint of a crease on their underside, then her black-furred crotch. He tore his eyes away from her ivory-skinned beauty. "I'll just never see why you don't tan, especially in that hot sun." He began to unbutton his shirt as he kicked off his loafers.
"I do tan," she said as she mixed a new color on the palette. "It just doesn't show much. And it doesn't come in polka dots, the way yours does."
Having stripped off all his clothes, Jake looked down at his freckled body, his semi-erect prick standing up slightly from the red pubic hair. "From a distance, I look great. It's just when you're up close my freckles show. Hi, kids."
Beth and Jimmy had just strolled back to the pool. Taking no notice of their parents' nudity, they studied their mother's work critically. "Not bad, Mom, not bad at all," Jimmy commented. He also began to undress. "C'mon, Beth, let's take a dip."
Kathy paused in her painting. "Why don't you kids take your father's and my clothes in and undress inside, so we don't have stuff scattered all over and getting wet."
Jimmy sighed theatrically. "Okay. Come on, Sis." They gathered up the heap of clothes and trudged upstairs. Minutes later, both naked, they dashed down and hurled into the pool. The heat finally getting to Jake and Kathy, they joined the children in the pool in a vigorous and uninhibited game of tag.
Tom and Phil were left at home alone the next day when Janet and Judy went out shopping. Phil contented himself with lounging by the pool watching as Tom worked out vigorously. He eyed his surroundings, and decided that he didn't care if anyone did peep; he wanted a more complete tan. Stripping off his suit and jock strap, he hung them carefully on the back of the lounge and stretched out on his stomach. After finishing a particularly vigorous lap, Tom pulled himself up out of the pool.
"Hey, that looks like a good idea," he commented, eyeing his father's nudity and beginning to strip off his own suit.
"Feels great. Enjoy yourself." Phil didn't even open his eyes.
After stripping and stretching out on the neighboring lounge, Tom squirmed a minute to get comfortable, then thrilled at the feeling of the warm sun on his prick. Lazily he scratched at the black bush of pubic hair. "You and Mom sure have been going at it since you got home."
Phil smiled. "I presume you mean our sex life. How's yours?"
"I'm still a virgin, if that's what you mean. Technically, anyway. Man, I bet that harem of yours was wild."
"Not really that wild. Just gave me some variety, which is nice."
"What about going to bed with your own daughters? How'd you feel about that."
"I didn't think too much about it, since I knew I'd be leaving before it was necessary." Phil frowned slightly. "Actually, I think it would have been fun. Not so much the idea of making it with a virgin. It's just that when you love someone, it's such a great way of showing it."
"But that's incest," Tom protested.
"Doesn't seem to have bothered them. They've been doing it for centuries over there. Matter of fact, I think sexually they are better adjusted than ninety per cent of the people I know here. I always did have trouble understanding that incest taboo."
Phil rolled over on his back and raised the back of the lounge a little.
Just then the front door banged and Janet called out, "Hey, anyone home?"
"Out here, Jan." Phil motioned to Tom to stay where he was rather than trying to get his suit on.
Janet and Judy walked out through the open doors of the living room. From where they were, they could only see the tops of Tom's and Phil's heads above the backs of the lounges. "Boy, did we have a time! Hey, what is this, a gathering of nudists?" She had walked around beside Phil. She cast an anxious glance at Judy, just coming around on the other side.
Phil grinned up at her. "Yep. Try it, it's great."
"Oh, Phil," Janet said and blushed.
"Really. Besides you've seen it all before."
"But the children," she protested.
"What about the children?" Tom cocked an eyebrow at her.
Judy smiled as she pulled up a chair and began to untie her tennis shoes. "What about the children?" she repeated.
Phil tried to calm Janet's sputtering. "Look, you've bathed them for years. Also, I'm reminded of an old line from my school days. 'If they've never seen it before, what difference does it make if they see it now?' Right?" He smiled at her fondly. "Come on and unwind a bit. Join us."
Janet looked over at Tom's youthful body, then at Judy. The young girl was down to her bra and panties, hanging her shorts carefully on a chair back. As Janet watched Judy reached back and unfastened her bra. "Okay, I can see I'm outnumbered. Let me take these packages inside."
When she returned she was naked. A little self-conscious, she held a towel in front of her. Finally she put it down and stretched out on the couch by Phil. Tom and Judy were frolicking in the pool, their untanned buttocks contrasting boldly with the rest of their lithe bodies. "Hey," Janet called, "you two be careful or you'll get sunburned!"
Tom chortled. "Boy, would that be wicked! We'd better get some suntan oil on, kid." He slapped Judy's bottom as she climbed out of the pool. She turned and stuck her tongue out at him before going for the lotion.
For the rest of the afternoon the four of them remained nude, discovering the only drawback was a tendency to stick to the plastic seats of the stools at the kitchen lunch counter. Janet solved that by getting towels out and spreading them on the seats.
As usual Janet made the twins stay out of the water for an hour after lunch. Her self-consciousness evaporating, she was finally coaxed into a four-way game of catch with the tennis ball. The sight of her nude husband and son together made her senses flame as she compared them. Both were tall and straight, with firm, tanned, well-muscled bodies. Phil, being older, had more hair on his chest, but the amount of pubic hair each had seemed almost equal. Tom leaped for a high throw and his prick swung free, drawing Janet's eyes to it forcibly. Fielding his toss, she lobbed the ball to Phil and compared their organs. Tom's still lacked the mature fullness Phil had developed. Nonetheless, the size of Tom's was impressive. She wondered how much experience the boy had. Then her passion surged again as she thought of the youthful vigor with which he might drive into a woman.
While she was making her study, Tom began to furtively study her. He was fascinated how her full breasts stretched as she reached for a wide throw. The mature size made them sway slightly as she threw. His eyes traveled down to her rounded belly. Her bush below was somewhat fuller than Judy's, he noted. Just then Janet took a wide step sideways and his eyes feasted on the open display of her cunt. Her hair, being blonde and not too thick, did not impede his view of her slit. He noted how Judy's seemed smaller and younger by comparison. Suddenly his mind turned toward the idea of screwing his mother and he almost dropped Phil's throw. The boy managed to maintain his self-control for a minute more before he had to turn away to conceal his sudden hard-on. Phil caught a glimpse of it and rescued his son by announcing the hour was up, and throwing the ball into the pool. Tom quickly followed it.
Late that night, after his parents were asleep, Tom tapped softly at the bathroom door to Judy's room. When he heard her answer he slipped in and closed it softly behind him.
"Hi, Sis. Boy that door's a lifesaver. How'd it go today with Mom?"
Judy, still nude, was giving her long, straight blonde hair a vigorous brushing. "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred. Not badly." She put the brush down and turned to face him. She lifted one shapely leg and grasped the knee. Her cunt opened to his gaze as she let her other leg swing wide. "Mom's kind of hung up, if you know what I mean." She saw the direction of his eyes and pulled her leg back, shielding herself. "She and Kathy had a talk about it the other day, though, and Mom seemed to gain some sense. She said Jake learned from his sister, and that the sister had learned from her uncle." Absently, Judy scratched lightly at the top of one young breast. "Mom couldn't really come up with any arguments. I don't think there'd be any real trouble, not if Dad isn't too uptight on the subject."
"Dad seemed almost in favor of it." Tom told her of the conversation they had had. "I imagine if you got him alone and just asked him, he'd agree."
Nervously she brushed a lock of hair back. "Just thinking about it does something to me. He looks so big. I wish I could really talk to Mom about it."
"Yeah, she's the problem. Dad said they used to do it in public where he was. The mother would watch and coach the daughter while the father took her."
Judy gave a shiver. "That sounds wild. I'd like that, I think. Make me really feel loved. What about you and Mom?"
"She really is one hell of a piece!" he exclaimed. "I bet she's great in the sack. Wish I could find out."
"Maybe we can think of something. Maybe Dad would help."
"Could be. Well, I gotta get some sleep. See you tomorrow." Tom turned and slipped quietly back to his room. Judy slipped into bed and turned out her light. "Soon," she whispered, "soon."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Upstairs in his study the next day, Phil pecked slowly at the typewriter as he worked on his fictionalized account of the past ten years. Janet had gone off to a museum with Kathy. He had planned on playing golf, but the kids were out, so it seemed a good time to work on the book. The music playing loudly through the stereo earphones drowned out all extraneous noise, even the sound of the air-conditioner in the side window. Before him, the window looked down on the pool, sparkling brightly in the sun, as a tiny breeze ruffled the water.
Turning back to the desk after checking the spelling of a word, he suddenly caught sight of the twins settling down in the chairs around the round glass table at the far end of the deck. With them were Beth and Jimmy. The four youngsters were sipping beers and chatting. Phil took off the earphones and raised the window slightly. Some trick of sound brought their conversation clearly to his ears. For a time the boys seemed to be discussing someone's hot-rod while the girls just twirled their glasses. Finally reaching down into a copious purse, Beth pulled out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them. As the boys continued to discuss the car, she began a game of solitaire, and started to play with Judy's help. Quickly losing, she raked the cards together. "Hey, let's play some cards," she said to the boys. Tom reached back and flipped on the radio behind him. "Okay. How about some poker?"
"No chips," Judy noted.
"So? Why not strip poker?" asked Tom.
"Let's," Jimmy said enthusiastically.
"Okay, but let's all start out even, okay?" Beth chimed in.
"I've got a blouse, bra, shorts, panties and two shoes," Judy counted. "That's only six things."
"Same with me," Beth noted. "Count it out, guys."
"Shirt, pants, underpants, shoes and socks. Counting shoes and socks as two each, that's seven," Tom said.
"Same here," agreed Jimmy.
"Okay, your shoes only count as one, they have to come off together," Beth said, dealing out a hand to each.
Tom began to arrange his cards. "We going to bet things, or just win or lose?"
"Just win or lose," said Jimmy. "How about playing it high-low? High and low hands win, those in the middle have to take one thing off."
Phil, still watching silently from the study window as the four youngsters arranged their cards, reached back and took a pair of binoculars off the book shelf. From where he was he could see only Tom's hand well. Quickly his son arranged his cards. Holding a pair of kings, he dropped three cards. "I'll take three."
Jimmy took one, Beth and Judy three each.
"Pair of kings," Tom reported.
To his left, Judy spread her cards. "Pair of threes."
"Nothing at all, ten high." Jimmy put down his hand.
Beth, to Tom's right made a face. "Pair of sixes. Looks like we lose, Jude." She kicked off one shoe, and so did Judy.
On the next hand, the two girls came out high and low, forcing the boys to take off their shoes.
Phil watched through the binoculars as Tom went for low hand on the next deal. Came the showdown, he was ten high; with Judy lower with an eight as high card. Jimmy was high with three fives. Making a face, Beth kicked her other shoe off onto the grass as Tom pulled off one sock.
The following hand, both Tom and Jimmy tried to go for the high hand and were beaten out by Judy with a straight.
She laughed delightedly. "I went for low and drew to an inside straight!"
The boys took off another item-Jimmy one sock, Tom his last sock. As he bent over, Tom pinched Judy's calf. "Beginner's luck."
"Darn, didn't work that time. Tried to do the same thing again," Judy commented on the next hand. She and Jimmy were in the middle that time. She kicked off her remaining shoe while Jimmy took off his last sock.
As the trivial items of clothing were used up, the game grew more serious, with less chatter for Phil to hear. His heart beat more rapidly as he watched Tom try to fill a flush. Failing, when the showdown came, he had low hand while Beth was high.
"Oh, dear, here we go," Judy sighed as she began to unbutton her blouse. Jimmy quickly stripped off his shirt and feasted his eyes as Judy pulled her blouse off, thrusting her bra covered breasts forward as she pulled her arms out. Casually she tossed it over on the grass with her shoes, then reached for the cards. Sitting up very straight, she shuffled and dealt, fully and proudly aware of the boys' eyes on her trim young torso. Excitement made her breathe deeply, and the slight ripples of her ribs showed.
The game stayed even the next time, with Judy and Jimmy winning. Eagerly Phil focused the binoculars on Beth as she unbuttoned her well-filled blouse. Her breasts bulged above the top of her bra. Deliberately she thrust her arms behind her and let the blouse slide down her arms as she arched her breasts out and up for the boys inspection. Phil's hands sweated at the thought of fondling them through the lacy bra.
Tearing his eyes off his sister, Jimmy rounded up the cards. "Now things are beginning to get interesting," he commented as he shuffled and began to deal.
Phil watched through the binoculars as Tom fidgeted with his cards. Finally, he dropped one on the table. The new card filled the missing middle of a high straight. To his right, Beth spread her cards on the table. "Seven high straight," she announced proudly.
"Beat you, ten high straight," Tom said, making a face at her.
Judy sighed, her bra-covered breasts heaving prettily. "Nothing higher than an eight."
Jimmy sighed wickedly. "Nothing above a seven. You lose again, girls."
A little anxiously, the two girls looked at each other. Beth stood up first and began to unfasten her shorts. "Here goes." She pushed them down over her full hips. Underneath she wore a pair of filmy bikini panties. The dark curls of her pubic hair showed through the thin material as she tossed the panties aside. "Come on, Jude."
Shaking slightly, Judy stood up. She reached around and unbuttoned the waistband of her pink short shorts. Fumbling, she pulled the zipper down, the swell of her hips spreading it open as it went down. She pushed the pants down her graceful, slim legs. Her panties were even more minuscule than Beth's, but more opaque. The top cut just high enough to hide the first wisps of pubic hair, the legs cut high on the sides.
Beth crossed her legs under the transparent top of the table as she shuffled and dealt. "Come on cards, let's go!"
Through the binoculars, Phil could see that Tom was again faced with a possible straight, eight high. This time, however, he failed to fill it, pulling an ace out of the deck. Frowning in disgust, he spread the hand before him on the table. Judy grinned as she spread a hand with three jacks. Jimmy showed a pair of tens, while Beth had low hand.
Nervously, Tom stood and took off his pants.
His underpants bulged from his erect prick as he sat down. Jimmy duplicated his action, also showing signs of his excitement.
Beth and Judy studied the crotches of the boys through the glass table as Tom dealt the next hand. No one was talking as they picked up their hands.
Tom found himself with three kings to start. Hiding a smile he called for two cards. Judy took one again, Jimmy one, and Beth three. "You first Judy," Tom prodded his sister.
She frowned. "Jack high, nothing."
Beth smiled in seeming triumph. "Pair of aces."
One by one Tom spread his three kings in front of him. "You lose girls."
"Oh, no!" they chorused.
For a minute they looked at each other, wondering who should be first.
Tom settled the matter. "From here on, high hand does the undressing of one person, low hand the other." He stood and walked around behind Beth. She sat very straight in her chair, smiling tensely as his hands went down her back and unhooked the bra. The cups loosened and the straps slipped slightly on her shoulders, but she kept her hands folded primly on the table in front of her. Tom eased the straps down her arms, the cups falling away from her large breasts. He lifted her arms and slid the straps off completely. Casting the bra away he stood behind her, his still-covered prick warm against her neck, and gazed down at her proud, full breasts, nipples taut with excitement. Finally he returned to his seat.
Jimmy turned toward Judy without getting up and beckoned her to lean closer. When she had complied, arching her back, he reached around behind her with both hands and fumbled for a moment. Suddenly the cups of her bra loosened. Still holding the ends of the band in each hand he pulled it slowly from her. She held her arms straight in front of her and leaned back as he pulled the bra off. Proudly but nervously she sat very straight while his eyes inspected her.
Finally she turned away and gathered in the cards. "My deal. Come on cards!" Her hands shook as she shuffled and dealt.
Tom failed to improve on a pair of sevens, and Judy wound up with a pair of fives. Beth was high with three sixes and Jimmy was low.
"Stand up," Beth commanded Tom.
The two of them arose and walked together to where Jim and Judy could watch. Beth's full breasts swayed gently as she reached for the waistband of Tom's shorts. She had to pull the front out and work for a moment to get them to clear his jutting hard-on. Finally the slight breeze brushed his pubic hair as she slid them down his legs and he stepped out of them. Her hand lingered and stroked him for a moment before she let him go back and sit down. The other two got up as they sat down. Judy held herself very stiffly as Jimmy walked up to her, his prick leading the way through his underwear. His hands reached out and encompassed her waist before sliding down to the top edge of her tiny panties. He turned her sideways so one hand was on her belly, the other on her back. Then he slid them down. His fingers in front pushed the elastic down and clung closely to her skin, sliding down very slowly over her cunt as the flimsy garment was pushed lower. Judy moved one foot sideways, spreading her legs as his fingertips disappeared under her. Her head fell back at his touch. He kept on and pushed her panties down, holding them for her to step daintily out of them. She stood naked before them for a moment, her nipples burning with passion, before she sat down. Jimmy's eyes feasted on her through the table. Shyly, she crossed her legs.
Jimmy finally reached for the cards. "Last hand? Or do we need to?"
The four of them were blazing with feeling as they looked at each other.
"No need," Tom and Judy spoke together as they studied the people who had stripped them. As one, all four of them stood. Tom turned to Beth and Judy to Jimmy. Beth gave a quivering breath, making her breasts heave and jiggle. "Do it the same way Jimmy did, please Tom?"
Jimmy put his arm around Judy, already having been stripped by her and watched Tom and his sister.
Tom gulped. "Not quite the same." He walked around behind her, leaving her facing the others. Jimmy's hands moved up as he stood behind Judy and began to massage her breasts. She leaned back against him, eyes half-closed as she watched her brother and Beth.
From behind, Tom slid his hands around Beth under her arms and cupped both her breasts. Eagerly he tried to fit the whole breasts into his hands but found them too big. For long minutes he milked them as she leaned back against him. Finally he released them and slowly slid his hands down her front. His fingers together, his hands followed the crease of her thighs toward her cunt, pushing under the panties, pulling them lower until her bush began to show. His hands delved into her pussy as she spread her legs for him. As he probed and touched her, she watched Jimmy, one hand milking Judy's breast, the other delving into her sex, one finger prying.
Upstairs, Phil had dispensed with the binoculars to take in the whole scene. As he watched, Judy turned to the boy fondling her and reached for his erect prick, fondling it with both hands. Suddenly she pushed him back to his chair, and as he sat down she knelt in front of him and began to kiss and lick his prick, finally taking the head of it into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in as she began to suck and move her head up and down on it. Meanwhile, Tom and Beth had tumbled onto the grass and assumed a head to crotch position as they began to mouth each other. Phil's cock ached as he watched the four healthy, eager youngsters stimulating each other to new heights. Jimmy slumped back in the chair, his head hanging back as the lithe blonde girl sucked and sucked at him, slurping and licking at his cock. His hands reached down finally and began to guide her head in an up and down motion. Her head hid Jimmy's prick, but Phil knew he was driving her mouth on to it until finally he would shoot deep into her throat.
Behind them, lying on the grass, his son and Beth were writhing, their mouths working. Tom was on his back, knees bent slightly, with Beth over him, her crotch pushing into and hiding his face. Her mouth pumped eagerly up and down his prick, glistening wet from his juices and her spit. For what seemed like hours Phil watched the incredible scene below, finally pulling out his own stiff cock and masturbating it. Just as his prick began to spurt, everyone below climaxed but Judy. Jim drove deep into her mouth, jamming her head down on him. Tom thrust upward with his hips and Beth downward with hers as the two of them came together. While Phil cleaned himself up, Judy sat back on her haunches and smiled up at Jimmy, and Beth and Tom untangled each other and sprawled weakly on the grass.
Finally Judy broke the panting silence. "That's fine, but what about me? I didn't get to come yet." Her voice was soft and plaintive.
Jimmy looked at her. "You won't let me put it in you."
She shook her head, sending her hair swinging over her naked shoulders. "No. Not yet."
Beth beckoned to the girl. "Come over here and lie down. We'll fix you."
Judy sprawled wantonly on her back in the grass, spreading her legs. Tom and Beth pinned her arms and began to massage her breasts, each concentrating on one. Jimmy got up and knelt between her wide open thighs, his hand reaching for her cunt.
"Oh, my God, my God," Judy began to whimper as Jimmy gently began to pet her pussy, just brushing the fine hair. As she began to writhe slightly, Tom leaned over, still massaging her breast and kissed her hard on the lips. Beth bent down and began to nurse on Judy's tit.
As Phil watched, Judy's head twisted from side to side, and her arms tried to gain their freedom from Beth and Tom's legs. Her hips twisted as Jimmy deepened his exploration of her crotch, spreading the lips of her cunt and running a moist finger over her clitoris. His first touch on it brought another whimper from her and she thrashed eagerly, her heels digging into the soft grass. Tom began to nurse at her other tit, and Judy arched her back, pushing her breasts upward into his face and Beth's.
Removing his hands, Jimmy stretched out on his stomach between her legs and brought his mouth down on her cunt, his tongue probing and licking at her, pressing into her channel, then sweeping upward and over her clitoris. Finally he trapped her clitoris between his tongue and lips and rolled and sucked at it. With a wail Judy arched completely, her heels and head picking up her whole body, driving her cunt onto Jimmy's face, her tits onto Beth and Tom as a flaming climax swept over her.
Finally, as the four young people collapsed on the grass, Phil turned away from the window and fell into his soft easy chair, his mind boggling at what he had just seen.
Fifteen minutes later he was still shaking his head in amazement when he heard a series of whoops and splashes from the pool. On the far edge stood Judy, slim and proudly naked. From where he was, Phil could see the smile of fulfillment and contentment on her face. She glanced up at his slightly open study window and he ducked quickly back out of sight. He missed the secret smile she gave before plunging in to join the others.
All hope of working on his book gone, Phil puttered around in the study, staying away from the window so as not to be seen. Finally, after an hour, he slipped downstairs, went out and quietly opened, then loudly slammed the front door. He sauntered out to the pool as if he had just come home. The four children, though he hesitated to think of them by that word, were now wearing their suits and sunning themselves on the lounges.
"Hi, kids, how's it going?" Phil said, pulling up a chair. Secretively he studied them, looking for signs of passion. Nothing showed, he decided.
"Hi, Dad, have a good game?" Judy asked innocently.
"So-so. What's doing?" Phil sat back in his chair and carefully studied the deck to keep his eyes off the barely covered bodies of the girls, bodies he had recently watched brought to a boil.
"Nothin', " Tom answered. "Absolutely nothing." He pretended boredom.
Silence fell, and after a few minutes Phil got up and wandered into the house. Shortly after all four youngsters went next door. Just as Phil was about to undress for a swim, Janet came home.
"Wait a second, honey, and I'll join you. Those museums are hot." Janet began to undress. Phil's mind went back to the afternoon's sights as she removed the somewhat severely tailored suit to display a tiny bra and smaller panties. Then she said. "Oh, before I forget, Kathy invited us over to their place for supper next Thursday. Sound all right?"
"Sure," Phil said, grabbing a towel. "Ready to go?"
Janet shucked off her panties, and naked like her husband, followed him out to the pool. To herself she thought, Thursday won't be any too soon, judging by his reactions just now. That underwear was designed to catch him and he didn't even notice. Her thoughts wandered to the nude state of Kathy and Jake when she had dropped by that day. Her memories of making love with Jake stirred her before she pulled her mind away from him. A warm surge of affection for their neighbors remained as she dove into the pool.
For a long time the two of them just drifted lazily, enjoying the cool water over their nude bodies. As she paddled lazily on her back, Janet looked down her body. Her full breasts spread over her chest, sagging a little from their own weight. A stray breeze brushed her nipples, making them peak sharply. Her gaze roamed downward as far as it could without raising her head. Her stomach swelled slightly below her navel, and she could just glimpse a few hairs from her crotch, glistening with drops of water.
"Jan," Phil said softly and lazily, "how much sex education have the kids had?"
"Hmmm? Oh, a bit. I tried to fill them in on the birds and bees." She rolled over and dropped her feet to the bottom of the pool. "Why?"
"I was just wondering. Suppose they're still virgins?"
"Judy is. Just the other day she was asking me what it's like to make love the first time. Wanted to know if it hurt much."
"What did you tell her?" Phil was hanging on the edge of the pool.
"What could I tell her? I told her about us the first time. Told her you were so full of tenderness and consideration, and I was so full of love I didn't notice the hurt. What makes you ask?"
"Something that happened this afternoon. The kids didn't know I was upstairs, thought I was playing golf." He went on to tell her what had occurred.
Janet's jaw dropped. "My God, Phil, why didn't you stop them?"
"And give them a set of hang-ups they'd never get over? Not on your life. Remember how long it took to get past yours? As wonderful as that first day was, it must have taken us two years to really get straight on sex. They're young, healthy kids of this decade, not thirty years ago. I doubt if I could have stopped them without really screwing things up. What I do worry about is venereal diseases and pregnancy. And that Judy's first time should be done right. As uninhibited as she was this time, I think come the time someone really sticks it into her, she'll be terrified, unless it's done right."
Janet, her initial shock past, thought for a moment. "Well, they've had lots of information thrown at them about VD and pregnancy. As for the latter, I don't see any solution."
Phil smiled a crooked smile. "There's one way, but before I tell you I want to make sure you realize that I love you more than anything else in the world." He cuddled her gently and nuzzled her ear. "And I love Judy and Tom and the last thing in the world I'd do is hurt them in any way, now or later. Believe me?" He gazed seriously into her eyes.
Catching on to his seriousness, Janet held his gaze for a long minute, studying him. "Yes, I believe you."
"Okay. Where I was for the last ten years they've solved the problem beautifully. It sounds terrible to us at first blush but it works." He went on to tell of how father introduced daughter to sex, with mother coaching, and mother slept with son, while the father coached him. "Those families are tighter and healthier and more loving than you'll ever see in the States. And they are all great lovers. They learn more earlier about satisfying their partners than you or I learned from the first five years we were married. Remember how I used to go off before you were really warmed up?"
Janet pushed off and swam thoughtfully down the pool and back. "I guess Kathy and I discussed somewhat the same thing a while back. What should we do?"
"I don't know how the kids feel about the idea. I told them about the initiations where I was. Judy seemed pretty interested. Also, she's been trying to warm me up, I think. Let's see what develops."
"Okay," Janet said, pulling herself out of the pool. "It'll take me a while to get used to the idea. Okay if I talk with Kathy about it, or do you think she'd blab?"
"Those people are becoming like family. She won't blab."
"Okay," Janet said, walking inside.
Late that night, as they lay in bed, Phil spoke up again. "What's Jake like in the sack, anyway?"
"You really want to know? You won't get upset?"
"No, I won't get upset, and yes, I really want to know. I want to know that my wife is treated right."
Janet nibbled nervously on her thumb. "He's good. Not as good as you," she hastened to note. "But he's so kind and thoughtful, while he's bold, too."
"Sounds like you miss him a little," Phil said.
"Oh, I do not!" his wife denied vigorously.
"Come on now, the truth," Phil urged.
"Well. I guess I do, a little. He really is so sweet. It was nice when we did it. He was almost like a father to the kids, too." She looked over at Phil. "What brought this up?" She propped herself up on one elbow. "Have you been thinking of Kathy? You do miss your harem," she said accusingly.
"I do not!" Phil's protest was not strong.
Janet flopped back on the bed and crossed her arms, obviously in a huff. "You do to, miss your harem."
Phil rolled over to her and began to kiss and nuzzle her neck in a way he knew got her turned on. "But it's you I love, and you I married."
Despite herself, Janet felt her body responding to him. "You do miss your harem." She turned to him and began to match his kisses, her hand reaching down to his slowly rising prick. Holding and fondling it, she teased it to life as his hand sought her breast, then slipped eagerly down to her crotch. As his finger began to penetrate and rub the lips, she raised her leg, opening herself to him. He pushed deeper with his middle finger seeking her channel while he pressed the palm of his hand against her crotch. Her head twisted from side to side as he blew in her ear and teased her with his finger. Finally he moved over her. Eagerly she spread her legs wide as his prick poked and teased at her opening. Finally it found the right spot and eased into her, just a little at first, then backing out and coming back a little deeper. In and out he moved it, slowly pushing her open, slipping deeper and deeper into her as she whimpered in pleasure. Unable to hold back any longer, he finally pushed the full distance into her, bringing a sudden gasp from her. His hands gripped and squeezed her buttocks as he drove into her, lifting her hips to improve his angle. It seemed only a few minutes before she felt him jerk and spout into her. Striving to hold his erection, Phil kept driving into her, adding a twisting and side to side motion to his hips as he drove her to a peak, grinding against her hard when she held her breath at the top of the ride, passion blazing through her. As he slumped down on his panting, satisfied wife he smothered her with kisses. For long minutes they lay there catching their breath. Finally they rolled over on their sides, his wilting cock still embedded in her.
She looked at him tenderly and brushed a drop of sweat off his forehead. "You do miss your harem, don't you?"
"But I love you," he protested gently.
"I love you too, and I miss Jake. Admit it, honey. Four women are better than one. One you get to know, while four you never will."
"It doesn't bother you?" he asked.
She smiled tenderly. "A little. Does me missing Jake bother you?"
"Some. But the thought of him fucking you turns me on, too." His prick stirred in her at the thought and she gasped and pushed onto it a little.
"I guess it does," she giggled. "Oh, I love you so much! Let's get you a harem."
"How?" he asked.
"Well," she said, stroking his cheek gently, "Jake would like to bed me again, I bet. What about Kathy?"
As he thought about the black-haired neighbor his prick jumped in her again.
Her eyes twinkled at him. "I think that's answer enough."
Phil laughed quietly. "You win. How'll we go about it? Can't just walk up and ask 'em, can we?"
"Nooo ... " Janet said thoughtfully. "But I think, with Jake's cooperation, which I'm sure I can arrange, maybe next Thursday will offer more than just dinner."
Phil smiled in anticipation and gave Janet a lingering series of kisses before rolling away from her and going to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day, as she posed for Kathy, Janet asked about setting up a plan of attack for the coming Thursday.
"What plan of attack?" Kathy asked, daubing on some color. "You two just come on over about six."
"Oh, we don't want to do that. Then Jake and Phil will see us getting dressed. That'll spoil the effect of the outfits."
"Hadn't thought of that. Got any ideas?"
Janet thought for a moment. "Why don't we just dress casually for dinner. Afterwards you and I can excuse ourselves and go up and change. We can do it late, about nine so the sun is down. The light out by the pool should be great then."
Kathy smiled a little. "Hmmmm! I think you've got it. The boys'll have a bit of wine in them by then and be loosened up. What about the kids?
How'll we get rid of them?"
"Send 'em to the drive-in. All four of them."
They began to discuss details of food and drink, as Kathy continued painting. Finally she called a halt. "Got to go downtown. Latch the gate when you leave."
"Okay," Janet called out, gathering her clothes and getting dressed. She had just fastened her belt when Jake came in. Sneaking up behind her he put his arms around her and clutched her breasts. Turning in his arms, Janet gave him a warm kiss before pulling away.
"Mmmmmm, didn't expect to get that!" Jake licked his lips and eyed her lewdly.
She pulled up the zipper on her shorts. "I know you didn't. Obviously, you're no problem."
"Problem? What problem?" He reached for her again, but she dodged him.
"Uh-uh," she said, waggling a finger at him. "Hands off. At least for now. I love you Jake, but I've got other things on my mind."
"like what?" he asked, still reaching.
She slapped his hands away. "like my husband and your wife. He's got the hots for her."
"With a wife like you? How could he?"
"Same way you go after me, dummy. Now stop it, I'm serious."
"Why, so you are. Sit, little lady, and tell me all about your traumas." Jake sat down on the diving board.
"You know what Phil's life overseas was like I assume?"
"Sure," Jake said, "told me all about his harem."
"Well, he misses it. Now, I miss you and you miss me. The only one left out of the herd is Kathy. I'm sure she'd like to shack up with Phil. How do you feel about it?"
Jake thought deeply for a minute. "Wild, in one way. The idea turns me on. Jealous, a bit I guess. I like Phil. I love Kathy. I guess if she'd like it, I wouldn't mind, if I can have you."
"That's my thought. So long as nobody gets left out, it's worth a try. You willing to try?"
Jake got up and paced nervously. "Man, the thought burns me up. Yeah, why not?" He turned quickly to Janet. "When and how?"
"Phil and I figure Thursday. All we need is your help."
"Okay, tell me how." Jake sat down again.
"All I want you to do is lead Kathy's mind in the right direction over the next few days. Talk about Phil so as to get her interested. Somehow, without letting on that it might really happen, let her know you wouldn't mind her screwing with him. Okay?"
"Sure that's all that's needed?" Jake lighted one of his rare cigarettes.
Janet smiled secretly. "Don't worry. Even that may be more than enough." She checked her watch. "I gotta go home. Phil will be back soon with the twins." She slipped through the gate and bolted it. Absently, Jake slid the bolt on his side and wandered back into the house.
Next door, Janet went upstairs and shed her clothes. Nude, she wandered out to the pool and stretched out on a couch. Soon Phil and the kids joined her. As the twins took their usual workout, she told Phil of her talk with Jake. "So, at the right time, all you have to do is go for Kathy while I keep Jake busy. Now get in the pool before the kids see that erection you've got."
Phil laughed and dove in. Janet closed her eyes to the bright sun and felt its warmth bake into her bare skin.
The time until Thursday seemed to drag to Janet. At the thought of regaining his "harem", Phil had been more anxious to make love than at any time since the first week after his return. Janet's cunt burned at the thought of Jake, and at the thought of Phil with Kathy.
Phil came home one day after she had been daydreaming and found her caressing herself, legs wide spread, just her buttocks on one of the bar stools. Stripping quickly as she watched, he told her to keep on playing with herself. One hand worked at her breasts, massaging and rubbing the nipples, while her right hand worked eagerly at her cunt. Naked, Phil walked slowly toward her and watched as she kept up her rubbing and stroking. His prick leaped upward stiffly and his hand went to it and began to fondle it. For long, long minutes they remained like that, she leaning against the bar stool, back braced against the bar, legs stiff. Her mouth sagged open in passion as she watched him. handle his massive prick, teasing the underside with one finger, rubbing it. Just as she was about to come he had her turn around and brace her hands on the bar, bent at the waist. Eagerly he stepped up behind her and aimed his cock carefully into her channel from behind. As he drove in to her he reached around and cupped her breasts, lifting them, squeezing. Janet locked her arms to withstand the pounding as he drove into her. Just as he began to spurt, he released one of her breasts and worked one finger on her pussy, vigorously massaging her clitoris. With a muffled shriek, Janet felt wave after wave of contractions surge through her. She sagged down on her arms wearily as he slowly pulled out of her. She was unmindful of the juices dripping from her cunt until he took a napkin from the bar and gently dried her crotch, then mopped up the spill on the floor. He had just gotten things cleaned up when the twins came home looking for lunch.
Finally Thursday arrived. Janet took longer than usual at getting ready, taking care with shaving her underarms and legs before bathing. As she sat before the mirror, carefully arranging her hair so as to match the painting, she critically studied her face. Fine-boned, with a pert nose, her blue eyes sparkled, complementing her tan skin and golden hair. The thought of Phil's reaction when he saw the painting, and then her in the same outfit brought a smile to her lips. She patted a last curl in place and headed downstairs.
"What took you so long?" Phil asked, looking up from the paper.
"Just making sure I look all right. What time is it?"
"Quarter of. Want a drink before we go?"
Suddenly nervous, Janet decided it was a good idea. "Tom Collins, a weak one."
By the time they finished it was after six. Just before going through the gate in the fence Janet bounced up on tiptoe and gave Phil a kiss on the cheek, hugging his arm to her breast. "Oh, Phil, I love you so much!"
He smiled at her tenderly. "I love you, too, hon.
More than I can say."
Jake and Kathy were already sipping drinks. As Phil and Janet came up, the red-haired man got up and offered to mix drinks for them from the bar cart next to the table. As he poured out two drinks, Phil looked at the two canvases poised on easels by the fence. Each was covered with a cloth. "What's this?" he asked, starting to walk over to them.
"Hands off," Kathy warned. "Those are for later."
"Okay," Phil said, giving them a quizzical look, then taking his drink from Jake. "How's the golf game, Jake?"
"Lousy, just lousy!" Jake sat down lazily. "You know that trap on thirteen?"
"The deep one to the right of the green? A horror."
"There I was yesterday with a big client. He winds up with a nine iron, thought he'd be sure to clear it. Plop! Right in the deepest part. And in someone's heel mark, to boot. That ball looked like it was in a gopher hole. I'm two feet from the pin with my second shot, and he needs a shovel to get out of the trap. It was mortifying. He took a triple bogey and the best I could fake was a par. It was horrible!"
Phil chuckled. "Just couldn't manage to lose, could you?"
"I tried, Lord knows, I tried. I sliced on fourteen. Thought I'd wind up in the next county. He puts his shot in the water hazard. It went from bad to worse. Wound up beating him by ten strokes. It was awful!"
As the adults sat sipping their drinks, across town the four youngsters were again sitting at the drive-in restaurant. Judy was in the front seat with Jimmy. She nibbled reflectively on a French fry. "What's up with the folks tonight, anyway?"
"Yeah," mused Tom, in the back seat with Beth. "Mom was nervous as a cat today. She's been uptight all week."
Beth giggled slightly. "Dad's been somewhere else for days. He started to go golfing without his clubs once."
Jimmy slurped nonchalantly on a huge milk shake. "I think they've got something special brewing tonight. When he gave me money for tonight Dad as much as told me to get lost until tomorrow. Get this. He said if the front light was not on, we should go to your parents' place, Tom."
"Hmmmm," Tom mused. "And all four of them are at yours."
"Unchaperoned, too," giggled Judy.
"Knowing Dad," Beth commented, "it sounds to me like an orgy."
"Hey, why not sneak home and join in," suggested Jimmy.
"Uh-uh, no dice," Tom said. "That's their show, not ours. One thing I learned from Mom living in that small house was to respect privacy."
"They don't need to know," urged Jimmy.
Judy took a swallow of her milk shake. "I'm with Tom. It's not right. They go their way, we go ours." She looked at Jimmy suggestively. "And I can be very stubborn, Jim."
The red-haired youth studied her eyes before glancing at her bare midriff. His eyes feasted on the tiny elastic-bottomed top she wore. "I get the point," he said.
"I tell you, Phil, that putt was headed right for the pin," Jake said as he slouched back on a lounge and sipped his brandy. Phil reached out for his glass. The women had for some reason gone upstairs a short time ago. "And darned if some silly bug didn't suicide right in front of it. Now you can't tell me that that ant didn't deflect the putt."
"C'mon, Jake, that ant was so small it couldn't have."
"My shot missed didn't it? When was the last time...."
His waving hand jerked to a halt and his voice trailed off. Music was suddenly coming from the loud speakers by the pool. His eyes bugged out at the sight of Kathy. She was wearing a harem outfit. The long-sleeved top was cinched in just beneath her bust, and the filmy, transparent material left her breasts showing plainly. Her midriff was bare. Her navel held a sparkling jewel, while the low-cut, full pants were almost as transparent as the top. Only the gathered folds of the filmy cloth where it bunched up at her crotch concealed her pussy. Even so, the dark shadow of her pubic hair could be dimly seen.
"Don't get up, boys," she said nonchalantly as she strolled over to the bar cart, Janet in her backless creation following. Jake gaped at his wife's buttocks as they showed through the costume. Phil felt his eyes were trying to go in two directions at once as he studied both women. Janet took a big swig of wine, then put her glass down and went over to lean against a post near the easels. Still holding her drink, Kathy walked over and stood between the two easels. She reached back and two spot lights fell harshly on the covering cloths, leaving the rest in darkness. Another spotlight focused on Janet as she leaned back against the pillar, back slightly arched, hands behind her. The two flimsy, clinging strips of cloth from her waist to her neck barely concealed her breasts, and the nipples showed prominently in the bright light, and could be seen through the clinging knit, standing with excitement. Phil's mouth watered as he restrained himself and just sat watching.
Back in the shadows, Kathy reached over and pulled the cloth off one of the canvases. Painted on it, in a mirror image of her spotlighted pose, was Janet. The porch column of plain black pipe had become the Grecian column of a temple. Her gray-blue eyes blazed straight out of the picture at Phil, drawing him to his feet and toward the canvas. His eyes glittered as he looked from the painting to his wife. As he looked she met his eyes boldly.
"Watch," Kathy commanded softly from the shadows. Their eyes swung to the other easel as she began to pull off the cloth. Jake stood slowly and walked over as the cloth was withdrawn. Against a Turkish background stood Kathy, arms on her hips, legs spread, in the costume she was wearing now. She moved into the light and duplicated the pose, head back, breasts boldly forward. For long moments they stood like that, the two men, the women, the paintings. Finally Phil broke and reached for his wife, crushing her to him, giving her a burning kiss. For a moment she melted in his arms, then pushed him gently away. Jake and Kathy broke their embrace at the same time.
The women gently pushed the men toward the house. "There are costumes inside for you, on the bar. Go put them on," Kathy said.
Tearing their eyes from the women, they went into the house. On the bar they found two gold jockstraps. "Hey, wait a minute," Phil began to protest.
"Just put them on, no arguments," Janet hollered from the bar cart.
Shrugging, the men stripped and pulled on the tiny garments. The cups hid their organs, but not by much because of the erections each sported. The two straps from crotch to waist in the back left their buttocks bare.
Trying to look casual, the men walked out to the pool again. Janet put down her drink and went up to Phil, holding out her arms indicating they should dance. He gathered her in carefully, but she pressed up against him wantonly. They danced like that until a quick tune came on. Janet backed away and began to move more quickly, the short skirt rising on her thighs and spinning out. Kathy and Jake stood back as she moved wildly to the music, hips churning. She spun again, the skirt twirling out from her waist, and Phil saw she wore nothing underneath. Spinning and twirling, she whirled around the patio, her pare buttocks and bare pussy flashing. Finally she spun to a stop in front of Phil just as the music stopped. He pulled her into his arms and crushed her to him. Eagerly, she thrust her cunt against his thigh, grinding passionately against him. Then, playing the tease, she twisted free, spinning away. Jake grabbed her arm and pulled her in to his side. Pulling her close to him on one side, he pulled Kathy to him on the other. Phil came over and joined the group. A surge of love overcame him as the four of them huddled together, backs to the rest of the world. Finally, Jake turned toward Janet, pushing Kathy toward Phil. They split into pairs, Jake with Janet, Phil with Kathy. Jake's arms went around Janet and lifted her slightly. Eagerly she wrapped her legs around his thigh, pulling up close to him, grinding her crotch against his leg. After nibbling on his ear she whispered to him and his hands went to the back of her neck. Finding the catch there, he loosed the strips covering her breasts and the cloth dropped to her waist. Arching her back in his arms she tilted her head back as his eyes feasted on her breasts, nipples tense with passion as she laughed happily.
Kathy thrilled as Phil placed his hands on her sides just below the gauzy top. His thumbs pressed up against the base of her breasts as he pulled her in and gave her a bold, open-mouthed kiss. For a moment she returned it, their tongues dueling, until she pulled back and glanced at her husband. He had turned Janet and was fondling her breasts. He gave Kathy an encouraging smile. Confused, Kathy turned back to Phil, her blue eyes boring into his liquid brown eyes. His hands slid up her sides and found her breasts through the top, pinching gently at her nipples, thrilling her. She let her head drop back as passion began to sweep her.
Jake and Janet dropped back on a lounge as they watched the other couple. One of Jake's hands was at her breasts, the other teased the hem of her short skirt upward until it was around her waist, leaving her bare from feet to waist and neck to waist as his hand fastened on her crotch and began to work at it. She let her legs drop open wide as she thrilled at the sight of her husband petting another woman and the bold handling she was getting herself from her red-haired neighbor.
Phil had stepped back from Kathy as she stood there letting him fondle her breast. The top she wore fastened in the front with two bows, leaving a slim gap down between her breasts. He tugged the top bow open and spread the slit wider, keeping one hand on her breast. Her eyes half-closed, Kathy peered down at Phil's tiny costume, fully distended with his erect cock. His free hand went to the other tie and pulled it gently open. As he pushed the top back off her shoulders she held her arms back, then tugged the elastic wrist bands over her hands and let it drop. Phil's eyes feasted on her bare, full breasts and his hands reached for them. He circled the nipples with thumb and forefingers, letting the full curves fill the rest of his hand as he weighed them, finally closing in on her nipples, rolling them, pulling at them. As he worked them her hands reached and found the snap for the waistband of his costume. It dropped free and swung from the end of his cock before dropping to the ground. Her hands encompassed his large organ, marveling at its size and beauty.
Finally he led her over to a lounge and lay her gently back on it. Lifting her hips she let him slide her airy pants down and off. Longingly she looked up at him, hands massaging her own breasts as he studied her. Her blue eyes glittered in passion and she moistened her open lips with her tongue. Her full breasts sagged on her chest from their weight, nipples sharp and pointed. Her chest heaved with passion, and her flat stomach and small waist were broken only by the dimple of her navel. Below that her belly rounded slightly, and she crossed her legs to shield her cunt. He lay next to her on the lounge and began to pet her again. His hand sought her crotch and she let her legs fall open. As she thrilled to his touch her eyes trailed over to the other couple. Janet had gained possession of Jake's cock and had wrapped one hand around it, while he still held one hand to her crotch, the other on her breast, both working slowly. Both of them were watching what Phil was doing to her. Kathy felt a thrill when she realized this and turned herself loose to the fires that were beginning to burn through her. She sought the hot prick that was poking into her thigh and held it gently with both hands, her fingers stroking its underside. They smeared the crystal drop at the tip down its length, slicking his prick up so her hands slid easily over the soft skin that covered its hardness. She and Phil rolled toward each other and kissed, hands working eagerly, thrillingly. Their lips ground together and their teeth met in an open kiss, as their tongues dueled, then she sucked his into her mouth, nipping at it with her teeth. Without breaking the kiss he rolled her gently on her back and moved over her.
Still watching from the other lounge, Janet thrust her cunt upward against Jake's fingers as she watched her husband drive into Kathy. Phil's darkly tanned skin contrasted dramatically with her snowy complexion as she spread her legs, then brought them up behind him and locked them over his knees. As they moved together, Janet tore her eyes away and looked up at Jake. Feeling her twist against him, Jake wrenched his eyes from the sight and looked at her. Leaving him on his back, the petite blonde turned over and swung one leg over his thighs. With both hands she worked at his hard prick, sliding the skin up and down, her thumb pressing and stroking that most tender spot at the base of the head. Jake watched as she lifted up and, guiding his cock with both hands, began to lower herself onto him. Her head thrown back, mouth gaping wide with passion, she drove his spear into her. Lifting his head, Jake could watch her cunt swallow his cock to its base, his thick red pubic hair meshing with her thin blonde curls. His gleaming staff emerged as she slowly raised herself, then plunged back on. Finally she let her torso drop forward. His hands reached for her buttocks and kneaded them, pulling at them. A jolt of fire went through Janet as his finger touched her anus, pushing, striving for entrance. As she ground down on him she felt the muscle loosen and his finger push into her, driving her to an incredible orgasm. He pushed forward with that finger, squeezing the flesh between it and her cunt up against his driving cock, putting a new pressure on his own prick through her body. He slammed his hips upward and gushed into her as he heard her gasp and whimper with her own orgasm. Her pumping muscles milked at his spouting prick.
As he finished he heard the unmistakable gasping whine of Kathy, the whine he had wrung from her so often.
Phil had moved slowly in her at first, pushing gradually deeper and deeper. Eagerly she had tried to take him all at once by pushing against him, but he held his hands at her waist, keeping her back, tantalizing her by holding off as long as possible, eventually pushing all the way in. Still he moved slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding slowly back in. He studied Kathy's passion twisted face as he did so. Gradually he quickened the pace as she climaxed once, then rammed into her as he felt his own climax coming. As he shot into her she whined eagerly, driving her hips on to him as hard as possible, her cunt squeezing on his hard, jetting rod.
The music had stopped and the only sounds were of crickets and the gasps and pants of the four passion torn people on the lounges. Finally Phil stirred and rolled off Kathy, his limp prick slipping out of her and trailing a dribble of juices coldly across his thigh as he settled himself on his back, one arm under her neck. She cuddled against him, stroking his chest with one hand. Looking past his feet, he could see Jake and Janet, still interlocked. Janet had her legs spread on each side of Jake's thighs. Phil could see how her cunt still held Jake's cock. The sight of them in such a position sent a jolt of passion through him again, and he put one hand to Kathy's breast and gently petted it. She smiled sleepily, eyes still closed and cuddled closer against him.
The first to get up was Janet. Slowly she raised herself off Jake's limp prick. She padded over to where Kathy and Phil cuddled and put an arm around each. For a moment she bent down and held herself close to them. After kissing Phil she released them and stepped over to the pool. She executed a smooth dive into its lighted depths, a welter of glittering bubbles surrounding and trailing her.
Phil disentangled himself from Kathy and followed his wife. Kathy walked over and cuddled her husband for a moment, then led him into the water. The four of them floated gently in the cool water, drifting contentedly.
Jake finally broke the quiet spell when he gathered in the plastic beach ball drifting on the pool and bounced it off Phil's head. Soon all four were paired off in an informal game of water polo. As they wrestled over the ball from one end of the pool to the other, the contact between naked bodies began to warm them again. Phil reached for the ball just as his wife threw it to Kathy, and wound up pressing Jan's breasts with both hands. Laughing, she twisted away, leaping high out of the water for Kathy's return throw. Holding the ball in front of her like a bubble dancer, she stuck out her tongue at Phil as he stalked her. Suddenly Jake's arms were around her from the back. Before she could get rid of the ball Phil had pounced and wrestled it from her. Kathy took a wild leap at him, her bare breasts bobbing. Phil threw the ball to Jake and embraced Kathy as she hurtled into him. The two submerged in a welter of foam. Phil popped up just in time to see the ball headed toward him from Jake, who had Janet on his shoulders, both hands trying to push him underwater. She pushed off him as Phil fielded the ball and held it high out of the water while Kathy jumped in vain for it. For a minute he held the ball while the two women rubbed and bumped against him trying to reach it. As Janet clutched his arm he flipped the ball to Jake with his wrist. Janet continued to climb his arm as Kathy took off after her husband.
Panting eagerly, Janet pulled her husband's hand down and thrust it eagerly to her crotch underwater. "Do me, do me, do me!" she cried, working his finger into her. As he complied, she reached for his prick, standing stiffly out from his groin. For a time they stood in the shallow end of the pool, hands working against each other's sexes, staring intently at each other as their passion built and built.
Kathy and Jake had made it out of the pool, but no farther. She was spread flat on her back on the end of the diving board, legs wide, feet on the deck. Her husband poised between her legs, feasting his eyes on her body as his hands worked on her breasts, kneading and pushing at the soft fullness. She reached for his hard cock and pulled him toward her black-furred cunt. Slowly, he let her pull him in until the tip of his prick nuzzled up to her slit, her pubic hair scratching lightly at its tip. Stimulating herself with it, she rubbed the head of his prick up and down the length of her pussy, her blue eyes glittering up at him, smiling wickedly as she teased herself and him at the same time. Finally he took a slow step forward and began to enter her, still pressing at her breasts with his hands, his fingers pulling at her nipples. A fraction of an inch at a time he walked into her, never pulling back, just steadily pushing in. He watched his prick gradually disappear into her eager cunt, till finally their pubic hair met and tangled. He pressed hard against her, then began to pump slowly in and out. Kathy's eyes closed and she folded her hands across her stomach as she concentrated on the feeling of him pushing in and out of her.
As his pace quickened, Jake placed his hands on the board on each side of her, leaning forward slightly as he began to increase the speed of his driving into her, his hips churning. Kathy's head tipped back and she began to roll it from side to side as she built higher and higher. Jake felt his climax coming and held back as he drove into her harder and harder until she began that familiar gasping whimper again. When he couldn't hold back any more, he thrust into her hard, his prick leaping and jerking as it shot into her. Kathy's half-open mouth emitted a whispery gasping whine as she climaxed.
Without breaking their hold on each other, Janet and Phil had waded through the shallow end to the curved steps in the corner and stepped out of the pool. She held on to his prick and he kept his finger deeply inside her. With his other hand, he made her kneel at the foot of one of the lounges and lie forward on it on her chest. Keeping his hand in her he knelt behind her. His prick slid easily into her cunt from behind and she thrilled as he plunged once to the full depth of her, while his hand still worked at her pussy. Suddenly he pulled out, once again inserting his finger. Then Janet felt something brush her anus and begin to push at it. The first sensation was so good she backed against it. Slowly but steadily the pressure increased, and she felt herself begin to yield, remembering how good a finger had felt there. Wider and wider she was spread as she felt her sphincter stretching. Suddenly she realized his prick was being driven into her ass. My God, she thought, it's too big! But still her anus stretched until she felt as if she were being ripped open. Suddenly he was in, pushing slowly up into her. The dull ache began to be overwhelmed by an incredible sensation of fullness and sexuality. His hand continued to stimulate her cunt as he slid his prick into her ass.
From where he was, Phil watched her anus dent in as the head of his prick slowly pushed against her. The ring began to open as he pressed inward, watching his staff disappear between the cheeks of her ass until finally his full length was lodged inside her. The pressure on his cock was immense, setting fire to him as he began to pump slowly in and out. He felt her begin to climax as he shot into her, driving on her hard and jetting deep into her rectum. Her climax was so strong she let out a muffled shriek as it stormed through her. For moments they stayed locked together, then as his prick shrank, her powerful muscles began to drive him out. He pulled back and sat on his heels, trying to catch his breath. Janet stayed as she was, too tired and sore to move for a long time. Finally she rolled over and looked at Phil. Suddenly she leaped at him and gave him a long, grinding, passionate kiss before snuggling with him.
"My God, my God, my God," was all she could whisper as she slumped against him. Finally she pulled away and stood up shakily. "Wait, don't move," she told him before going into the house. Seconds later she emerged with a warm, wet washcloth and tenderly bathed his organ. She had just finished when Jake and Kathy knelt next to them. The four melted into a warm embrace for long minutes.
Suddenly Kathy jerked back. "Holy cow, what about the kids? They're going to be home soon!"
Jake smiled. "Don't worry. I told them to go next door unless the porch light was on. They're probably over there now."
Weary, Kathy slumped back against them. "Mmmmmm, you think of everything. I didn't know having two husbands could be so great. Is this what a harem is like?"
Phil smiled. "Not quite. There the women have only one man. It's the men that are lucky there, and the children. They have several mothers to fuss over them."
"Let's have the kids over now," suggested Janet.
"Now?" chorused Jake and Kathy.
"Why not? They know I slept with Jake, and I'm sure they suspect what's going on over here tonight. And," she added firmly, "they are not inexperienced themselves. Tell them about the other day, honey."
Briefly Phil told them of the strip poker and what had followed.
Kathy raised her eyebrows at how three of them had satisfied Judy. "Sounds like fun, we'll have to try it sometime." When Phil finished, she thought for a moment. "I guess they already are one happy family. From the sounds of that orgy, we sure can't teach them much."
Phil chuckled. "Believe it or not, we can teach them how to make love." He went on to explain how at least Judy was still a virgin, and how he wanted to introduce her the way it had been done where he was overseas. "I think maybe tonight would be a good time, if she's willing. It should be done with love and tenderness, and a certain amount of ceremony. It's an important time for her."
Quickly they decided to try.
"Hey kids, you over there?" Phil called out.
CHAPTER NINE
After leaving the restaurant, the four youngsters had gone to a nearby drive-in movie and settled down to watch. By the time ten minutes of the second feature had gone by they were disgusted with it and Jimmy moved the car to the back row. Putting the speaker in the window for effect, Jimmy shut off the engine. Few cars were near, and the trees cast deep shadows.
Beth giggled from her place in the back seat by Tom. "Jimmy, what are you doing?"
Jimmy had pulled a willing Judy closer to him, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her. His left hand rubbed the bare skin below her top, sliding it over the firm muscles under it. "You just mind your own business," he answered, his hand creeping upward and finally covering Judy's right breast. Through the cloth of the top he could feel she wore no bra. A quiet gasp from the back seat told him that Tom had things well in hand back there. Gently, Jimmy made the soft cloth slide over Judy's tit, making the nipple burn and tighten. Her hand rubbed his rib cage for a moment, then gently began to push his shirt upward so she could touch his skin. Jimmy slipped his hand beneath the elastic band of her top and began to fondle her naked breast, making her arch her back and push the breast against his hand. She squirmed her hips and her skirt worked up her thighs. As it rose further and further, Jimmy watched, suddenly realizing she wore nothing underneath it. She reached down and pulled it up to her waist, baring her crotch. Lewdly, she spread her legs, displaying her cunt with its thin covering of blonde hair. Jimmy's hand left her breast and descended to it. The only light in the car came from the movie screen, and Jimmy's hand cast a deep shadow as he neared his goal. Meanwhile, Judy's hands had become busy at his fly. Fumbling only slightly, she eased the zipper down and worked to get at his stiff cock. Finally it sprang free and she was able to play with it. Their lips met again as they fondled each other.
In the back seat, Beth had let Tom unbutton her blouse and push it back, exposing her large, bra-encased breasts. His hand fastened on one tit eagerly as he sought her mouth with his. Her hand pressed and released his shoulder as they kissed and he kneaded her tit through the lacy covering. She arched away from the back of the seat as his other hand crept up behind her, under her blouse. For a moment she felt her bra tighten, then spring loose as he unhooked it quickly. Restlessly, his hand pushed it up off her breasts and he feasted with his fingers on her bare, soft flesh. He broke the kiss and lowered his head. Her head dropped back against the seat and she thrust her breast upward to his lips. Finally she pushed him away, then turned sideways on the seat, leaning back across his lap. She put her feet at the other end of the seat and the skirt she wore slipped up her thighs to her lap. Tom pushed it higher, exposing her tiny, gossamer panties. He took hold of the elastic waistband and she cooperatively raised her hips as he pulled them down her legs, over her knees and slid them down to her ankles. Again he feasted with his mouth on her breasts, his hand beginning to brush through her pubic hair. She let her legs fall open as he searched for his goal. Wide open to him, she felt his finger penetrate her and begin to work in and out. All too soon she was racked by one orgasm, then another. Finally she had to pull his hand away as he threatened to bring her to another. She turned on the seat and began to unfasten his pants. He raised himself so she could pull them and his underpants down. His prick was hard as steel as it stood up from his black hair. Kneeling on the seat, she lowered her head and began to suck him, moving her head up and down, building his passion as she worked his cock with her lips and tongue until finally he jetted into her mouth, making her swallow quickly to absorb his fluid. After a few final licks and mouthing, she sat back up, smiling, her chin glistening from his juices.
Up in the front seat, Judy had brought Jimmy to a spurting climax with her hand, herself being torn by an orgasm triggered by his fingers. As she cleaned up after his violent, copious jets, he played lightly with her tits through the cloth. "Why can't
I put it in you?" he asked, quietly.
Judy stuffed the Kleenex she had used into the litter bag and sat back after pulling her skirt back down in place. "Because I want the first time to be perfect. You're awfully sweet, Jimmy, and I do love you, but I want someone experienced the first time. You go off too easily. You'd be done before I got started."
Jimmy made a face. "I guess you're right. That wouldn't be too cool, would it? But where are you going to find someone experienced?"
Judy smiled impishly. "Would you believe my father?"
"Really? Your father?" Jimmy was aghast.
"Uh-huh," Judy nodded vigorously. "He says that's the way they did it overseas, and I've been working on him. I think he'll go along."
"Your father, I'll be damned!" His words were interrupted by Beth.
"Hey up there, driver, I'm hungry."
Tom piped up. "How can you be hungry, you just ate."
"Oh, you shut up!" She slapped his arm lightly and went back to buttoning her blouse.
Jimmy looked at his watch. "It's eleven-thirty, why not. We can grab a bite at the Big Burger and head for home." He reached down and started the car.
Judy rearranged her top to make it more presentable. "Don't forget the speaker. Got your pants up, Tom?"
"Mind your manners, dirty mouth," Tom quipped, fastening his belt. They pulled out onto the brightly lighted street.
After hamburgers they headed for home. "Well, light's out at bur place, so to yours we go," Jimmy said as they cruised slowly down the street and pulled into the drive. They let themselves in and grabbed four beers out of the refrigerator before walking out by the pool. Tom snapped on the underwater lights, but left the other lights off. As they sat around the table and talked quietly they could hear splashing and laughter next door. The splashings died down after a while and comparative silence reigned. They jerked around and eyed the fence when Janet's muffled shriek cut the night silence.
"Sounds like they're having a good time over there," commented Tom.
Judy made a face. "Yeah, wish they'd invited us."
"No chance, they think we're still as innocent as lambs," Tom said, studying his beer can solemnly.
"Dad knows better," said Judy, guzzling her beer.
"Oh, he does not. How could he?"
Judy smiled secretly. "Because he was watching the other day when we played strip poker."
"What? He wasn't!" The others jumped at her.
"Oh, yes he was. We thought he was playing golf, but he was right upstairs the whole time. I know because I saw him."
"But we heard him come in the front door," Beth protested.
"That was faked. Just before I dove in the pool I caught a glimpse of him in the window. He ducked back and I don't think he knows I saw him."
"Oh, boy, what he saw!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Wonder why nobody's said anything?" mused Tom.
Judy shrugged. "What can they say after this?" She jerked her head at the house next door. "They sure aren't playing bridge over there."
"Guess not. How 'bout more beer," Tom said. He had just set down four cold cans when he heard his father call.
"Yeah, Dad, we're home," he answered as he popped the top on his beer.
"Come on over. And bring your beers," Phil yelled.
"Are you dressed?" Judy called out impishly as she got up.
Phil laughed. "Of course not. Now come on over and join the family."
The children opened the gate and stepped through. The only lights on were those in the pool and the spotlights on the paintings. Their parents were awaiting them just inside the gate, standing with arms around each other.
Kathy smiled warmly and welcomed her stepdaughter and stepson into the group. "Phil told us about the other day. There room for some old fogies in your group?"
Unembarrassed by the nudity, they all embraced warmly for a moment. Janet sighed contentedly. "I guess this is what families really should be. Judy, you want something from your father, don't you?"
Judy smiled up at her. "Oh, yes, Mom. If you don't mind."
"No, dear, I don't mind. Loving is for sharing, I found that out tonight. Would you like it to be tonight?"
All eyes of the group were on her, the adults warmly reassuring, the youngsters questioning. Nervously Judy looked about at them, gathering strength from them. "Yes, oh, yes!"
Phil cleared his throat a little nervously. "I think the others would like to watch. They don't have to," he quickly reassured her, "they will only if you want them to."
Again, Judy looked at the loving people around her. "I'd like that. For them to watch, I mean." Her voice was very soft.
Kathy reached out for Judy's hand. "In that case, come with Jan and me. We're going to make sure this is done right. You youngsters help Phil and Jake. And get out of those silly clothes."
Judy pulled away from her for a moment and, on tiptoe, gave her father a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much," she whispered in his ear, then followed Kathy and Janet into the house. She suddenly seemed very young.
While Beth, Tom and Jimmy undressed, Phil and Jake arranged one of the wide, double lounges and made it into a flat bed. Phil directed the others then in setting a ring of chairs around it, while Jake worked at the spotlights. When they were finished, just the bed and the area around it were bathed in soft light. The surrounding chairs stood just outside the circle of light. Nervously Phil surveyed the setup, then moved the chairs slightly so there was an opening toward the house. He took his place standing in the circle and indicated that the others should sit down, leaving the two chairs closest to the house vacant. He nervously sat in a chair directly opposite the house.
Upstairs, Judy was being fussed over by the women as they got her undressed. Carefully they bathed her, combed her hair and checked to see if she needed make-up. Her flawless complexion blushed slightly with excitement and they decided it was unnecessary. Finally Janet looked in the closet and came back with a flowing white robe, not quite opaque. High-necked, with long flowing sleeves, it stopped just above the floor. For long minutes they fussed with it, making sure that it hung just right on Judy's trim, youthful body. Finally they decided she was ready. Nervously she went out the door, them trailing her.
At the bottom of the stairs she hesitated and they joined her, one on each side. Janet murmured quietly in her ear. "You're beautiful, don't worry. Phil knows what he's doing."
"Oh, Mom, I love you both so much," Judy answered, her eyes focused on the circle of light visible by the pool. Music drifted in with the soft night breeze that ruffled her robe. Finally she stepped forward, flanked by Janet and Kathy.
Phil rose when he saw her and stood at the foot of the bed, wiping the nervous perspiration off his hands on his bare thighs. She stopped just inside the circle of chairs and the breath caught in his throat as he looked at her glorious beauty. For long moments they feasted on the sight of each other. Finally she reached for the ribbon at her throat and gave it a quick tug. Kathy's and Janet's hands reached from the shadows and gently took the robe from her as she stepped forward to Phil. Her breasts heaved with excitement as she approached him. Her eyes locked on his prick, just beginning to stir erect with his vision of her. Her tanned body showed the faintest of stripes where her bikini covered her when she wore it. Her breasts stood proud and firm, pointed with sharp, tense nipples. Below, her womanly mound was slightly veiled with fine, curling blonde hair, tucked between her graceful thighs. Slowly, she stepped up to her father. For a moment she paused and stood, head bowed, as he inspected her. Then she raised her chin and looked up at him, proud, young and anxious.
In the circle around, the watchers held their breaths at the lighted tableau before them, the tall, dark, handsome man, his large cock stirring to life, before him his lithe, young, blonde daughter, her chest heaving slightly with excitement. As they linked hands a soft sigh went around the circle.
Phil drew her gently to him and the first contact sent an electric thrill through him as her sharp breasts brushed against his chest. Hands still locked, they pressed together, chest to thigh, his prick raising its head slowly and nudging against her as she tipped her head far back for his kiss. He guided her gently down onto the lounge, one arm around her back, the other on her ribs just below her breast as he sat next to her. They kissed again, harder, mouths opening, tongues touching. His pulse quickened at the taste of her, and he slowly, gently slid his hand up her side and just barely brushed her breast with his palm. The nipple scrubbed stiffly against his palm as he moved his hand in slow circles.
For long minutes they sat that way, Judy with her arms limp, hands folded in her lap, savoring the long, delicious kiss, the gentle touch of Phil's hand at her breast, her pulse quickening. Her head was bent back and she leaned against his other arm. The calves of her legs were crossed, her knees together, her pussy shielded from view.
More boldly now, Phil cupped her entire breast in his hand and gently kneaded it. Judy's hand strayed from her lap and onto his thigh. Turning toward him, she raised her other hand and put it on his ribs, drawing herself closer to him. Gently he pushed her down on the bed, breaking the kiss and blowing softly in her ear as she fell backward, drawing him with her. They eased onto the lounge without breaking their touch and lay side by side. Her hand moved hesitantly up his leg toward his crotch and he raised one leg, bending his knee. Her hand touched his balls and cupped them as she looked down at his swollen cock. "It's so big," she whispered.
Gently he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Just the right size," he reassured her and kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her young mouth. Her hand moved up and began to stroke his cock as she sucked at his tongue. He let his hand trail back down to her breasts and resume fondling them, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefingers, pulling at them. She began to rub her legs together in agitation, and he moved his hand again, rubbing gently down her belly. He paused at her navel and trailed gentle, tickling circles around it with his forefinger for a moment, then trailed light fingers downward. He found the groove where her thighs met her body and stroked each side softly, making her legs twitch suddenly as fire began to burn in her. As her legs spread open, knees flexing, he moved his hand gently onto her cunt, brushing lightly over the hair, then settling his hand onto her with an even pressure, cupping her pussy with palm and fingers, his fingers pushing between her legs and putting a gentle pressure on the flesh between her anus and her cunt.
She rolled away, flat on her back, flinging one arm wide while her other hand held his cock. Her head rolled from side to side as he teased her, gently opening the lips of her cunt with one finger and pushing in slightly. His eyes eagerly studied her naked, vulnerable body as she sprawled beside him, breasts pointing to the dark sky, chest heaving with excitement. As his hand explored her depths, he turned his head and whispered words of love into her ear, murmuring softly, thrilling her until she rolled back toward him and crushed her lips to him in a wide, driving, hungry kiss. He felt the juices of her cunt begin to flow and cover his finger, the delicate tissues inside swelling. Pushing into her with one finger, he sought and found her clitoris with his thumb. Moistening it with her own juices, he rolled it against her pelvic bone, making her whine and push her hips up against him, her hand smearing his first juices over the head of his prick. She spread her legs wider, inviting him into her, but he held back, working her to a higher pitch.
Finally, he lifted himself over her and settled between her widespread legs. Locating her hole with one hand, he guided the tip of his cock to it with the other, lodging it at the small gate. His first gentle push brought a gasp to her lips. "Oh, yes," she whispered breathlessly. He pushed deeper, bringing another gasp, then backed out slightly. So he continued, each gentle move pushing slightly deeper into her. For a moment he met a slight resistance. Her face twitched and he drew back, but without missing the rhythm pushed inward again, causing a flash of pain to cross her face for a moment. As he rested a moment, her frown eased and she smiled up at him and began to move her hips on to him. He began to push deeper again, the tight walls of her virgin channel closing in warmly about his prick. Her rapture grew as he continued to stroke deeper, finally thrusting fully into her. She spread her legs wider and tried to push farther on to him, gasping when he touched bottom. His hands went to her buttocks and raised her hips as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight into her and grinding against him. He speeded his pumping, watching as her face showed growing passion, her breath quickening. She rolled her head, and began to whimper and whine. He drove into her harder and harder until she finally held her breath and thrust her head back, the tendons on her neck standing out with tension. For a long moment he held there, his hard prick driven full into her as she climaxed, then he let her slump. For minutes she lay there, eyes closed and he stayed in her motionless. Then her eyes opened and looked wonderingly at him.
Pulling out slightly, he whispered softly, "Now it's my turn," and pushed back in.
She gasped again. "You mean you didn't yet?" she asked, matching his thrust.
He raised his hips, angling his prick into her so the top pushed against her pelvis, the base of the head against the bottom of her channel. Her eyes opened in amazement as he pistoned into her, then closed as she drove toward another climax. As she felt the convulsions sweep over her for the second time he jammed full into her and held tight, wads of sperm blasting into her cunt, spilling past the sides of his prick. He collapsed across her, his lips seeking hers and meeting them in a long, tender kiss. He rolled her on her side so as not to crush her and they lay there, his wilting prick still in her. Their eyes locked in a long, tender look of love. Suddenly they realized other people were around as Janet and Tom joined them on the lounge, hugging and cuddling them in a joyful tangle of arms and legs. Other lights went on and Jake, Kathy, Beth and Jimmy were locked in a warm embrace watching the other happy family.
Finally, as the Martins untangled themselves from the lounge, the Wilsons all gathered around and congratulated Phil and Judy warmly. Judy blushed happily and hugged her father.
Janet took the opportunity to turn to her tall, young son. "I think it's your turn now, don't you?"
Tom paused for a minute and gave her body a frankly sexual surveying. "Well...." His voice was hesitant.
Janet moved close and whispered to him. "Phil told me you're still a virgin. I know you've had other experience, but not the real thing yet." Secretively, her hand moved over and began to brush his erect prick. "I'd like to show you if you don't mind." She nuzzled one firm breast against his side.
Tom's mild reservations began to melt as she warmed him up. She guided him to the vacated couch. The others, seeing what was happening, moved back to the chairs in the shadows. Janet lay back on the couch, opening herself to her son's exploration as she continued to hold his erect cock in her hand. His hands strayed tentatively to the breasts that had nourished him and touched them lightly at first, just brushing them.
Janet warmed to the touch. "That's right. Touch them, get to know them," she coached him quietly. "You're a big man," she encouraged him, holding and squeezing his hard prick. "Squeeze them, don't be afraid, do what you want to them."
Tom's hands became busier at her breasts. He was seated on the edge of the lounge, facing her, as both hands worked on her breasts. His finger and thumb pinched lightly at the tense nipples and he marveled at how they stood up to the touch. The softness of her breasts fascinated him, and he pushed them around. Janet's head fell back and she began to let her passions encompass her.
His eyes swept her full, mature body, studying her from chest to parted thighs. He moved his hands downward, rubbing and stroking over her ribs, clutching at her waist and squeezing her sides gently. Janet thrilled to his exploration, reveled in the thought of the many eyes on her as her son learned of her. His thumbs approached her navel and pushed at it, then his hands moved down farther. Tom shifted his position, kneeling between her legs as his fingers parted her cunt. He began a detailed exploration of her with his hands and eyes.
"That's it, oh, yes, that's it," Janet whispered to him, her head raised as she watched him at work. He bent down for a better look at her and his breath puffed eagerly on her tender flesh as he spread the lips with his fingers and looked into her, studying her. His hands and eyes fastened on her clitoris and he rolled it between thumb and forefinger, bringing a gasp from Janet. "Gently," she urged him breathlessly.
Finally he stretched out alongside her, one hand at her crotch. From where he sat, Phil watched his son's hand working at her, his middle finger plunged deeply into her.
Janet pulled her son's head to her and gave him a warm, erotic kiss. He rolled over her then, and aimed his prick into her. Her hand reached down and guided his inexperienced organ into her channel. As he began to push into her quickly, she whimpered, "Slowly, Tom. We've got all night." He slowed his drive into her, backing out a little, then pushing on. His mind became overwhelmed with new sensations and the warm slipperiness of her cunt as he pushed in. Before he lost the power of thought he marveled at how well-designed she was, just right to take him into her.
In the watching circle, Phil's prick stirred to life again as he watched his son slowly push into his wife. Sitting next to him, Beth began to breathe more rapidly, and her hand went to her naked crotch and began to rub. As she watched the scene on the lounge, she slumped back in her chair, her hand working at herself.
As Tom drove into her, Janet dropped her head back and thrilled to his youthful vigor. "Now, Tom, now, push, push!" Her hands were on his hips, urging him in and out of her, all else forgotten.
Suddenly, too soon for her, he climaxed, spurting into her, pressing his twitching cock into her as hard as he could before slumping back in exhaustion. His cock wilted quickly and he pulled out of her. Anxiously, he looked at her, somehow knowing what had happened. Still burning with desire, Janet looked at her eager, apologetic son and stroked his cheek. "Don't worry, darling."
Phil had seen what had happened and knew how long it took to bring Janet to completion. He got up and went to the lounge, gently urging Tom out of the way, and sat next to his wife. Janet lay spread on the couch, her eyes pleading with him. He reached over and began to work at her breast, massaging as he bent to kiss her deeply. Suddenly, there was another hand on her other breast. Janet looked up to find Kathy working at it, then bending her head and beginning to suck on it.
Janet's legs spread wider as she felt hands working at her crotch. Phil broke the kiss for a moment and Janet lifted her head. All she could see was the red hair of Jake as he worked at her pussy, bending his head to thrill her with his tongue. Janet let her head drop back again, reaching one hand for Phil's prick and holding it. Her other hand went to Kathy's breasts, rubbing, weighing them as they sagged away from her chest. Janet's thrills built and built as the three people worked at her. "Put it in, Jake, put it in," Janet urged him. "No, wait!" She struggled free of them for a minute and rolled over, getting on her knees, she swung her head over Phil's crotch and began to suck on his prick. Kathy moved up next to her and reached around Janet to cup and fondle her breasts with both hands. Jake kneeled behind Janet and began to guide his cock into her from that angle. As he slid into her he pulled Kathy's head around and began to kiss her while pushing into Janet.
The watching children began to work on each other as they watched the tangle of adults on the lounge.
Janet began to whimper through her nose as she sucked and pumped Phil's prick with her mouth, and Jake drove into her from behind. Her senses were overloaded from Kathy working her breasts. As she felt her climax approaching, she redoubled her efforts on Phil's cock. He reached across her back for Kathy's breasts as he felt his climax building. Suddenly he saw Jake pump hard into Janet and felt his own orgasm blaze through him, shooting into Janet's gulping mouth as she climaxed.
For a long moment they held, then collapsed in a heap on the lounge.
Tom and Jimmy spouted eagerly from the girls' efforts, jetting sperm over their hands and bodies until they all fell together into a heap on the lounge with their parents. For a long time nobody moved. Then slowly the knot of naked bodies began to untangle.
"Last one in the pool is a rotten egg," Tom yelled exuberantly and led a mad dash into the water. A wild, happy water fight developed, parents against children. When they finally gave out, the deck of the pool was awash with water.
The adults hauled themselves out of the water and watched as their children fought over the beach ball with youthful vigor.
Phil panted heavily. "I don't know where Judy gets that energy, Jan. I'm completely washed out, what with Kathy, you and her all in one night."
Jake nodded in agreement. "I couldn't raise a hard-on with a jack."
"Oh, poo, you two men," Kathy chimed in. "Us women could go for another round, couldn't we, Jan?"
"Yep," Janet nodded. "You guys are just soft."
"Maybe, but I've had it. Want another drink, anyone?" Jake asked, getting to his feet.
The others joined him back at the chairs and pulled four lounges around so they could see the pool. The kids were still frolicking happily, seeing who could push whom under.
Phil sipped his drink and reflected on how beautiful they all were as they splashed unashamedly naked in the water.
Janet got up and stepped over to him. "Move over, honey."
Phil made room for her on his lounge and she snuggled down against him. Cuddling warm against each other, Phil felt himself begin to stir again.
"Ho, ho, the old man's not so old after all, is he?" Her hand stole over to his prick and began to fondle it again. She opened her legs as he pressed her cunt, then inserted a finger.
As they felt each other they watched the children. Tom was holding Beth tight to him in a brazen, erotic kiss. Judy and Jim were hanging by their hands from the diving board, facing each other, kissing while their legs twined together. Judy let go and wrapped her arms about Jim's neck, wrapping her legs about his waist, grinding her pelvis against him. His hands slipped and they plunged into the water. Surfacing, they swam to the side in a frenzy and Judy sprawled on the deck. Jim flopped down on top of her and began to push into her cunt.
Just as Janet rolled over onto him and began to slide her warm, moist channel over his prick, Phil saw Tom and Beth pumping together, standing in the shallow water of the pool. His ears told him that Kathy and Jake were driving together with erotic slaps of flesh against flesh. Then all disappeared as he climaxed again with his wife. Still interlocked they drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Warm morning sun finally awakened Phil and he gently untangled himself from Janet, sleeping contentedly by his side. Quietly he stood up and looked around. On one lounge, Kathy and Jake lay sleeping. A smile of contentment was on Kathy's face, and in sleep her hand was wrapped around Jake's limp cock. On a towel on the grass at the far end of the pool, the four children snuggled together, a warm tender heap of naked bodies, arms twined about each other, legs interlaced. From where he stood, Phil could not tell who was with whom. He shrugged and found his way into the kitchen. He had just figured out the coffee pot and gotten it started when a warm pair of arms wrapped around him and a warm, naked body pressed up against his back.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!" Judy said, giving him a squeeze and then releasing him.
He turned and gave her a warm hug, kissing her on the forehead. "The feeling's mutual, button."
She grimaced. "You haven't called me that since you got back. I always liked it when you called me that."
He patted her fanny. "Okay, button, help me get some coffee for that crowd outside."
The coffee finished perking and a tray of cups, cream and sugar was on the table by the pool as the others began to stir. Janet rolled over and stretched luxuriously in the warm sun. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of coffee and she rolled lithely to her feet. After a long kiss with Phil she sipped a bit of coffee then excused herself to the bathroom.
By the time she returned, Jake and Kathy were awake and drinking coffee as they lay together on the lounge. Tom and Judy were sitting together on the pool edge, .legs in the water, drinking coffee and talking with Beth and Jimmy, who stood in the waist-deep water.
"Isn't it great," Beth was commenting. "I mean like the whole scene was so loving. All of us together. Wish it had been like that with me."
"How did you lose your virginity, Beth?" asked Tom.
"Gosh, that was years ago. I was twelve. Mom had died, and Dad was trying to raise us as best he could. I got in with a real wild crowd at school, a bunch of boys thirteen and fourteen. I was pretty well-built even then. We used to hack around in that big patch of woods in the park. Some places in there were so thick you had to crawl, but when you got inside things kind of opened up. There were five of them and me and we were really wild.
"One of the guys dared me to take off my clothes. I said I would if he would. So, while the others watched, he and I took off one thing at a time until we were both naked. Then he got the others to do the same thing until we were all naked. I was real excited by then and they wanted to touch me, so I lay down and let them. God that was exciting!" Beth shivered, her nipples sharpening with the memory. "Pretty soon we were all just burning up and the oldest guy asked if he could put it in me. I spread my legs and said yeah.
"Next thing I knew he rammed into me. Man, that hurt. He just kept pushing and pushing until he let fly in me. I was still sore and hardly warmed up when he pulled out. The next guy got down and he put it in me. It didn't hurt so much that time, and I began to feel real good. The third guy got in me and I really began to burn. Finally I had an orgasm. The next two guys went at me and I guess I climaxed with each of them. Then the first guy was ready again. We must have screwed and screwed for just hours. By the time they were all done I was so sore I could hardly walk. But, boy did I feel good!"
Judy shivered. "I'm glad it wasn't like that with me. I don't think I'd have liked it."
"Well, Phil, you've got your harem again," Jake commented.
"After last night, seems to me we all have a harem," replied Phil. "What do you women think of this whole thing?"
Kathy thought for a moment then said, "If it hadn't happened I wouldn't believe it. I love you all so much, the kids and everyone. It is really great. Jake is still my husband, and I wouldn't have it any other way. But it's nice to have other people to love, too. Think so, Jan?"
Janet nodded. "It's like a big family. I was an only child, and I missed that. I never knew it was so good. And this way I know who is in Phil's harem. It's good."
For a long time they were all silent, lost in the memories of a fantastic evening, filled with more love than they ever believed possible.
Jake finally looked at Phil. "Kind of silly to have a fence down the middle of one family, isn't it?"
Phil eyed the fence dividing the back yards of the two houses. "Now that you mention it, it's damn silly!" He got up. "Shall we?"
Getting tools from the garage, they began to dismantle the high board fence. Soon the children joined in. In moments all were tearing at it, ripping down the final barrier between them.
