Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The following story is fictional. The author reserves all rights conveyed by the Berne Convention. No one shall redistribute this story without the author's permission. No one shall profit from redistributing this story. The Arrangement Chapter 8 By Happy I looked down past Jillian's bare A cup chest to her brief pair of boy shorts. I felt her glance at my eyes to follow my line of sight. She looked down at her shorts. She had a prominent camel toe where her pussy should be. There was no way that there were any panties under there. Jillian is a smart person. It didn't take her long to figure out what I meant. I drew my gaze back up to her face. She saw me do this out of the corner of her eye. She tilted her head back up to meet my stare. There was about a thirty second pause while Jillian stared back at me with a look of indecision. Finally, she spoke, "Are you serious?', she implored. "Yes, I am. Go ahead and make yourself a memory that will last the rest of your life. Your family is here to watch your back. I'm not foolish. I know this is what you want. I dare you to look me in the eye and tell me otherwise". She did look me in the eye. But, it was with that same look of indecision as before. So I threw my final pitch. "When do you think you'll have another safe opportunity to go nude in public? I mean an opportunity where you'll have a really great time and not have anything bad happen to you. I'll tell you what. I'll turn my back so you can have access to the front pocket of my back pack. I think that there is still room there with your top. It's your choice. You decide". I turned around. There was about a twenty second pause before I heard the zipper on the back pack open. Then there were a few tugs on my shoulder straps as Jillian squeezed her shorts into the pocket. Then the zipper sound of the pocket closing. None of the women could see my grin as I thought to myself, 'Good girl'. "Let's go claim a spot to watch the concert from before all the good ones are gone", I said as I turned around to the three of them. What I saw next got my attention. Sandra and Jillian were picking up the cooler again. When they were standing upright, I noticed something was missing. It was Jillian's pubic hair. I knew that I wanted that gone, but I'd only made a few hinting comments days ago about it and they were only to Brenda. She didn't respond to the comments I'd made until now. Brenda put her lips next my ear and in a hushed voice said, "We had a pussy shaving party yesterday while you were at work. Tina was there too. Each one of the four of us took a turn at shaving another girl completely clean". She must not have hushed her voice well enough, because Sandra complained by moaning, "Mom!!!!?". Brenda looked at her oldest daughter and smoothly said, "Relax honey, he was going to find out sooner or later anyway. Probably sooner". As she said that, my wife cupped my package through the front of my shorts and gave it a gentle squeeze. That didn't help me to concentrate on behaving myself. I took another look at my now nude youngest step-daughter. In order to hold up her half of the weight of the cooler, her posture forced her hips forward as much as possible. This meant that her bare pussy was no longer hidden between her legs. It was mostly visible. That didn't help me either. So, I said, "Come on". I started walking towards the stage again. I had hoped that I had made the decision to move on, quickly enough before I started thinking impure thoughts. But, I wasn't fast enough. I could see one open space of grass reasonably close to the stage. So, I made that our goal. Just before we were going to veer off of the main path to go to that spot, we had to make room for two oncoming women to pass by. They were probably in their early twenties and definitely were identical twins. They both had very long and very straight jet black hair. One had her hair parted down the middle of the top of her head. The other had her hair parted on one side so that she had a swoop of bangs covering one eye. The twin with the middle part was wearing a scarlet red tiny bikini top. The only thing covering her crotch was her thatch of jet black pubic hair. It wasn't at all curly. It hung down perfectly straight like the hair on her head. Her sister with the side part in her hair, was wearing the other piece of the of the same scarlet red bikini. It was equally tiny. There was no chance that there was any fur under there. She was topless, but she had her long tresses pulled forward on the front of her shoulders. They reached down past her breasts by at least four inches. Maybe it was an attempt to hide her breasts, but it wasn't working well. Each time that she took a stride, one or the other of her gum drop shaped nipples peeked out between the strands. As they walked, they were both concentrating on texting on their cell phones. This distraction gave me a good chance to drink in these visions. 'Damn', I thought, 'I'm getting no help here at all'. In another moment, we were at our spot. I slid my back pack off and set it on the ground. I unzipped the main pocket to remove the tarp and blanket. At that moment, the girls let the heavy cooler down roughly. It produced a crunching sound from the loose ice cubes inside. Jillian said excitedly, "Did you see them!!?". As I unfolded the tarp, I answered," If you mean the twins, yeah, kinda". "Those were the lead singers for 'Knude'. I can't believe I brushed naked shoulders with them", Jillian said enthusiastically. "See, I told you that you'd make some memories today", I replied. As soon as we set up our little area, I heard a squeal from a female nearby. It was Tina. Kevin was busy stuffing her spaghetti strap top into the bag that they brought. He pulled out a bottle of sun screen. By the time he finished lathering her up, she had a very content look on her face. Then he removed his tank top and Tina lathered him. When Kevin started to make playful tugs on Tina's shorts, she hung onto them for dear life. Kevin finally relented. But, from his expression, that war over removing the shorts was not over yet. I then looked past Brenda, who was sitting next to me, and glanced beyond to Jillian who was using her mother's phone to text someone. What caught my eye was the way she was sitting. Jillian's knees were splayed open very wide so that the soles of her feet were mated to each other. There was a lot of pink showing between her upper thighs. She seemed completely unashamed. I can't be sure why she has become such an exhibitionist. I can only surmise that she has always been one deep inside. I just inadvertently gave her permission to 'let it out' when the girls came to live with me. I am very curious as to the content of that text conversation that she's having. Could she be bragging to a friend that she's naked outdoors in front of over a thousand people? Probably. A loud noise grabbed my attention. It came from the stage. The concert staff were doing sound checks on the various microphones. The show was about to start. Facing forward towards the stage focused my attention on something I had not noticed before. Ten or twelve feet in front of us were a young couple. Even though they were seated on the grass like us and had their backs to us, I could tell the female was striking and unique. She has longer than shoulder length ruffled red hair. I already had no doubt that it was her natural hair color. She was wearing a mostly white sun dress, but it has images of red and yellow flowers all over it. All of the sudden, her male companion started having a temper tantrum. It was directed at the red head. We couldn't hear what he was saying over the sound checks. In the next moment, she pulled the hem of her dress out from underneath her bottom. She quickly unzipped it and pulled it up and off. She stuffed the dress in the canvas bag sitting between them. She was now wearing a pair of lemon yellow g-string panties and nothing else. I was right about her hair being naturally red. As she shook her head vigorously to return her hair to it's previous ruffled look, I noticed a wide and very dense pattern of freckles running all the way down her spine. Her male companion's temper tantrum seemed to explode at that point. Finally, he raised his arm in a threatening way. It looked like he was going to back hand her in the face. She cringed. I leaned forward intending to get up and intervene. He put his arm down and stood up with the canvas bag in his hand instead. The sound checks suddenly ended. We could hear what he was saying now. He ranted, "Find your own way home bitch. Oh, and I don't mean my home. You're no longer welcome there". And he marched off, walking behind her to leave. As he passed behind her, she turned to see him go. We saw her face for the first time. She had the same dense cluster of freckles all the way across her forehead and down the bridge of her narrow nose. She had high cheek bones and steel blue eyes. But I couldn't appreciate her beauty right now. I was more focused on the sight of tears streaming out of those eyes and down those cheeks. I looked next to me at Brenda. She looked back at me. I didn't have to ask her if she had seen what happened. I could see the look of concern on her face. I pointed at the red head and told Brenda, "You go get her and bring her back here. Console her and do what ever it takes to keep her from following that jerk. Meanwhile, I will keep my eye on 'jerk boy' to make sure that he leaves. If he tries to return, I'm going to get the security staff on his case". Brenda nodded once and moved fast. I kept glancing back and forth between watching over my shoulder at the back of jerk boy's head as he left and checking on how Brenda was doing. Brenda had a chance to exchange a few words with the red head when they collapsed into a sideways hug with arms wrapped around each others bare back. The red head was obviously crying more violently, because I could see her upper body convulsing. The jerk's head disappeared down the trail to the parking area. I figured he was gone. That's a good thing. In a few moments the red head appeared to regain her composure. Brenda stood and offered her hand to help her new friend up. As they approached, I noticed that the red head's dense freckle pattern covered the entire front of her shoulders, down deep into her cleavage, and even on the upper side of her upturned breasts. What a treasure she was to look at. How could anyone wish to harm her. There's no excuse for it. Brenda gently made introductions. Her name is Trudy. Brenda made sure to let her know how each of us was related or knew each other. Then she guided Trudy to sit between me and herself. Brenda then leaned in close to Trudy and said, "After the concert, you're coming home with us. Things are going to be okay. You've got a safe and secure place to stay. We'll figure the rest out later". Brenda looked past Trudy to my eyes to try to read if she had over stepped a boundary by inviting her new friend. I nodded my head in agreement. Brenda looked relieved. I craned my neck to look sideways at the group of females that made up my entourage. I've been told that heaven is a much better place. But this will do for now. It'll do nicely. Just then 'Knude' took the stage.