[[[-IF5-P19.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 5: Family Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 19: "Jigsaw" ------------------------------------------- -*- Friday, April 1, 2016 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- "Heyyyyy girl," Pamela greeted as she entered the master bedroom and found Alison laying upon her back, supposedly staring up at the zig-zag designs across the ceiling. Pamela glanced at her wristwatch and wondered, "What happened to the movie that you were going to watch with Lindsay?" Alison sighed deeply. "Apparently Lindsay has been having major issues trying to get her baby daughter to go to sleep tonight. Kaylee is awake and all fussy, crying. I guess Jeremy and Trish are with her, trying to calm Kaylee down and coax her off to sleep." Alison pouted dramatically and went on, "I was really looking forward to watching this movie - the newest _Star Wars_ - with Lindsay tonight. Jeremy got a DVD copy of it even before it was officially released." "Jeremy has movie-mogul friends in Los Angeles," Pamela mused. "He gets any movie he wants early. Sometimes, he has them on DVD or Blu-Ray even before they are in the theaters." "I really wanted to watch this movie with Lindsay tonight," Alison frowned. "I never even got to see it in the theaters. But I know that Kaylee is more important right now." Pamela took a seat on the very edge of the large, oversized bed and offered Alison a sympathetic gaze. "I'm sorry, honey. Would you like me to watch the movie with you instead?" "Negative." Pamela seemed to contemplate exactly what she should do here. For all intents and purposes, Alison looked like a lost, little puppy. Apparently, watching a movie together on Friday evenings was a tradition for Lindsay and Alison that went back to their childhoods. They had been thousands of miles apart for the past couple of years, obviously, but Alison made mention in recent times that she wanted to rekindle their old movie night routine on Friday evenings going forward. What better way to start it off than by watching _Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens_? "You know," Pamela said, "you and I are gonna need our own little, private tradition since you're officially moved in and staying with the family long-term." Alison seemed a bit curious. "What do you mean?" "Well, you and Lindsay have this movie night thing that you're looking to start up again. You and Lindsay, and Trish too, play your video and computer games together for hours at a time on whatever-night-of-the-week it is. You and I probably need to step up our housemate relationship if we have any chance of competing." A tiny smile was tugging at the corner of Alison's mouth. Bingo for Pamela! "Yeah? What about Taco Tuesdays?" "You're not funny." Alison's blue eyes danced and Pamela shook her head at her. "How does a jigsaw puzzle sound?" Alison thought this over momentarily. "What? Like the little square ones I used to do as a kid?" "No, honey. I mean, the real ones. I'm talking the 10,000 piece monsters that take two weeks to complete." Alison sat up, intrigued. "That sounds different. Do you have any puzzles like that?" "I have four I have yet to work on." "And you want to do one with me?" Alison seemed hopeful. "I think it would be fun," Pamela nodded. "Want to?" "Yeah." Pamela hopped up from the mattress and went about clearing an area of the bedroom floor in the far corner. She covered it with a large, sturdy board, then retrieved a box from the top of the closet that she shared with Amy. Pamela returned to the bed and proclaimed, "This particular puzzle is called _Underwater Paradise_. It is actually 9,000 pieces." Alison took the box from Pamela and inspected the image on its cover. "It's so beautiful. God, I can't wait until I finally get to see that island you all speak of later in the year. Lindsay keeps telling me it will be November." Pamela glanced over Alison's shoulder at the artwork. It depicted several schools of fish, highlighted by a dolphin and a moray eel, swimming along a very colorful, eye-popping coral reef. It was an awe-inspiring visual that featured a never-ending supply of sights and exotic creatures. "So I take it you've never worked on a puzzle like this?" Pamela said to Alison, who shook her head in response. "Okay. Let's start with the most basic stuff." Pamela explained, in fine detail, the best way to assemble a massive jigsaw puzzle like this. They had to create the outline of the puzzle first, then sort the colors and piece each section together. "Now let's find the corner pieces and get started." Pamela put on some pop music and the two ladies went to work in silence, grooving to the tunes here and there. As they got further along, I caught Alison stealing quick glances of Pamela. It was clearly difficult for Alison to ignore the way Pamela's pink blouse hugged her very considerable, ample up-top assets and dipped a tad in the front. The skin surface of Pamela's slender, exposed neck was smooth and incredibly soft. Alison, I'm certain, had visions of nibbling on it. But it was not too long before Pamela's vast experience at piecing together jigsaw puzzles was evident compared to Alison's. Pamela's section was far more advanced than the one that Alison, quite frankly, was struggling mightily with. Alison noticed this and sighed in utter frustration. "We're not in competition," Pamela gently advised her. "Just keep working at it. We're on the same team, you know." Alison seemed to brighten. "You're right. I forgot that part. Would you like another drink?" Pamela glanced at her half-empty glass of iced tea. "I am fine, but thank you for asking." The outline of the puzzle was nearly complete even though they had been working on it for just over an hour. Alison returned a few moments later with a new cup of _Diet Mountain Dew_ and surveyed their progress. "What should we start doing next?" "How about you work on the dolphin in the upper left while I tackle the coral reef on the lower right?" Pamela's phone buzzed from its spot on the floor next to her. She chose to ignore it and instead focus on gathering pieces of the green plants and the red seaweed. Alison, however, stole a glance. "Amy wants to know what you're up to." Pamela continued sorting pieces. "Does she?" "Says she will be home after a late trip to the grocery store in a few minutes. Shall I text her back and say that you and I are constructing the ocean? Or do you want to take a few minutes and call her yourself, talk to her?" "I'll see Amy soon enough, I'm certain," Pamela responded. "Plus, I don't like being interrupted when I work on puzzles." Alison smiled as she came back around to her side of the puzzle and knelt down. She seemed full of thought. "You are a very interesting and complex person, Pamela, I must admit. Before I really got to know you, and learn more about you, I simply thought of you as the ex-stripper that my sister was married to, and living with. I know it's awful on my part. I feel even more guilty now because you are nothing like the negative stereotype that I was so quick to associate you with." "What?" Pamela retorted. "You don't think a stripper would be interested in something so mundane like a jigsaw puzzle?" Pamela chuckled and shook her head. "It's okay. I got used to that stereotype over the years. I have thick armor." "Your feelings matter, though," Alison insisted. "And I feel guilty I passed judgment on you before I even knew you because there is nothing bad or negative about you at all. You're like... one of the best people I've ever met." Pamela shrugged. "Fact of the matter is, I used to be a different person than I am today. Five years ago, who knows, maybe that stereotype you speak of fit me." Alison shook her head in response as Pamela continued, "But finding love and happiness in this family forever changed me. Becoming a mother forever changed me. All for the better. I just needed... a nudge in the right direction. Or two." "I remember that long talk we had a couple of weeks ago," Alison mused. "You went on and on about how much you love Jeremy and Kristanna. They were that nudge, yes? You light up like a Christmas tree whenever Jeremy or Kristanna come anywhere near you. I mean, you just LIGHT UP, Pamela. It's a really beautiful, really awesome thing to see. I'd like... for someone to love me that strongly one day." "I think your sister already does," Pamela suggested. Now it was Alison's turn to come alive with sunshine and happiness. "You honestly think so?" "I do," Pamela nodded. "Please pass me that puzzle piece, honey, with the beady, little eye on it. By your foot." Alison handed her the puzzle piece. "I had all of those preconceived notions about you before coming here, you know, but they were all wrong. But the reality now? The reality is that I find myself wildly attracted to you." "I'm attracted to you too, honey," Pamela assured her. "But I know that you are wanting to take things slow, and I am fine with that. Trust me, I'm in no rush." Pamela glanced at the time once again. "Jeremy and Lindsay, Trish... they must be having a horrible go of it with Kaylee. Maybe Jackson is awake and fussy now, too?" Alison was blushing madly - her face a bright, crimson red - presumably because Pamela had just admitted that she was attracted to her. Regardless, silence reigned between them for the next several moments. Pamela seemed to get a kick out of working alongside Alison; watching her get frustrated when she could not find that one piece she was looking for, only then to do a joyous, little celebration when she finally did. It was quite comical. One thing about Pamela, though - she was a toucher. Always had been. Perhaps it was a byproduct of her former career, but I preferred to believe it showcased her warm and caring nature more than anything nowadays. Every so often, Pamela placed a tender, friendly hand across Alison's back or briefly traced a fingertip along her forearm when making a point. I doubt Pamela even realized she was doing this, but I could tell that Alison enjoyed it. Alison also seemed utterly transfixed when Pamela pulled her thick and sumptuous, long blonde hair back into a pony-tail to keep it from getting in the way of her concentration, leaving her neck fully visible. It looked... edible. "Why do you think my shark doesn't match up with the picture on the front of the box?" Pamela studied Alison's handiwork. "Hmmmmm. Because the fin is wrong. You jammed the fin from the whale onto the shark. Geez, you were determined to make that work, huh?" Alison laughed helplessly. "I thought... close enough?" "You broke its little heart," Pamela frowned, staring sadly at the puzzle piece. But she was laughing now, too. "That poor thing didn't deserve to be manhandled like that." In retaliation, Alison playfully nudged Pamela's shoulder with her own. "Stop it! You're teasing me now." Alison's laughter soon faded into a sincere smile. "This is fun. Much more fun than endlessly waiting for Lindsay to show up so we could watch our movie together. You saved me tonight!" "You think we should check on Lindsay and the others?" "I'm fine right here," Alison said, finding Pamela's eyes. A very simple statement, indeed, but also extremely powerful. In her boldest move to date since arriving here in Norway, Alison slowly placed her hands on either side of Pamela's face and brushed her lips with her own with a gentle, soft kiss. She then pulled back just as slowly, far enough so she could see Pamela's eyes, gauge her reaction, her thoughts. Pamela gazed back at Alison, clearly surprised by her sudden advances, but then a knowing smile began to take form across her lips. Pamela reached out and glided her fingers throughout Alison's blonde hair, lifting it tenderly from her face and then letting it fall. She moved in slowly, kissing Alison's lips once, twice, then a third time. "You're so beautiful," Pamela grinned at Alison, running a hand alongside her abdomen. "I can only imagine what's under this... pretty little dress." "Why don't you find out?" Alison whispered in response. Pamela took a deep breath, then slipped her hands under the hem of Alison's thin, red-and-gold dress and trailed them upward. She hugged Alison to her and, an instant later, the two ladies completely sunk into each other, rolling onto their sides upon the floor. Alison's dress was pulled up to her midriff, her white panties clearly on display, as Pamela proceeded to pepper her chin and the long column of her neck with sweet, angel kisses. Alison was trembling in her arms, throbbing, aching even, yet pulled Pamela even closer. Alison's blue eyes went wide as saucers and appeared glazed over with hot, wanton lust once Pamela slid a hand between them and inserted it into her panties. "Oh God," Alison then moaned once Pamela captured her mouth for yet another soft, sensuous kiss. "Weren't you going to ultimately spend the night with your sister - Lindsay - and Trish and Amy?" Pamela quietly asked once their lips parted a short time later. "Wasn't that your plan, anyway? I don't want to take..." Alison placed a gentle thumb upon Pamela's lower lip, hushing her. "I'm happy right now being alone with you." Pamela kissed that thumb. "I'm happy, too." She lifted her palm to Alison's cheek and caressed it gently. "I didn't plan on this." "Neither did I," Pamela said, leaning in and kissing Alison once more. But when the sound of the bedroom door sliding open was heard seconds later, Alison immediately withdrew her lips from Pamela's and pulled her into a seated position upon the floor, while smoothing down the hem of her dress and making it look presentable all in one motion. She then threw her arms around Pamela in what appeared to be a very platonic embrace just in time for Lindsay to step into the bedroom. "You are amazing!" Alison proclaimed, quite vividly, as she squeezed Pamela to her. "I had no idea you were so good at puzzles, Pamela!" Then Alison, along with Pamela, turned and glanced up at Lindsay. Pamela seemed just as confused as I was. Did Alison not want Lindsay to know that she and Pamela were making out upon the floor seconds ago? Why would Alison even want to hide that from Lindsay in the first place? "Ali," Lindsay frowned, her eyes brimming with pure regret. "I'm so sorry. Kaylee would NOT go to sleep." "It's fine," Alison nodded as she motioned toward the project at hand. "Pamela and I are having fun with a puzzle." "It's not fine," Lindsay frowned, tears in her eyes. "But I could not leave Kaylee until she finally dozed off. I know how much you were looking forward to watching _Star Wars_ with me. It is probably too late now. The night is ruined!" Lindsay dropped to the bed and, for some reason, began crying. Alison glanced at Pamela, who shrugged worriedly back at her. Why was Lindsay crying? Alison moved to the bed and slipped an arm around her sister while taking a seat. Pamela followed. "Lindsay, it's okay. We can watch the movie another time, like tomorrow. Your daughter is more important." Pamela sat down on the opposite side of Lindsay and rubbed a hand over her knee. "Why are you crying, baby?" Lindsay wiped the tears from her eyes, but they were replaced by new ones just as quickly. "I'm just so horribly frustrated! This was the first time I ever really had any type of issue with Kaylee like that. I wanted so much to be with Ali tonight and watch that movie." Lindsay took a long, deep breath, searching for a composure that did not come. "I'm really exhausted lately. I'm screwing everything up!" Alison opened her mouth to give a response, but Pamela beat her to the punch. "Do you want to hear the truth, honey?" Lindsay blinked back her tears. "Yeah?" "Your world feels topsy-turvy right now and everything seems a bit out of control to you. Am I right?" "Uh huh." Lindsay had the little-girl-routine down pat. "Welcome to parenthood," Pamela told her. "Tonight was especially difficult for you, wasn't it? Sounds like Kaylee was not cooperating the way you hoped she would. Yes? No?" "Yeah..." "I think you put too much pressure on yourself at times," Pamela advised Lindsay. "You always want to look perfect, you think Kaylee should always be happy. But thinking that way as a new mother, sweetheart, will only make you crazy. Trust me, I am speaking from experience here. I know because I was the same way when Piper was born. You micro-manage Kaylee too much. You do not need to jump up and run to her every time you hear her cry. Kaylee, like all babies, needs her downtime. Believe it or not, Kaylee can be really happy by simply staring up at the ceiling fan." Lindsay sighed. "I just... I don't know." "You know what I think you should do?" "What?" "Get your hair cut," Pamela responded, trapping a clump of blonde strands between two fingers and making scissor-like motions at the very top of Lindsay's shoulders. "You spend so much time each day trying to make your hair look perfect. Short hair, right now, would be a good idea for you. It would take a lot of hassle out of your daily routine. I wish I got mine cut just before or after Piper was born." Lindsay reached behind her and tugged at the tresses dangling near the center of her back. "I don't know. You know how much Jeremy and Trish love my long hair." Pamela made a face. "You seriously think either of them is going to complain if you get a shorter cut? Think, Lindsay. You're a new mommy and it would take one heavy, everyday chore away from you. Amy had hers cut after Dani Grace was born. Did you hear anyone complain or make comments?" "I think you would look really pretty with shoulder-length hair," Alison told Lindsay. "Trim some layers off, too." "And then, just let it all grow back," Pamela suggested. "Just like Amy did. Lots of new mothers do the same thing." Pamela paused, but then added, "Kaylee is finally asleep?" "Yes," Lindsay nodded. "It's just... nothing was working for her tonight. She cried for hours. I was so frustrated. I did not know what to do!" Lindsay turned toward Alison and reiterated, "I'm really sorry about the movie. Trish and Jeremy were with me - they kept telling me to go off and be with you, let them handle Kaylee - but I would have felt so guilty if I did that. I couldn't leave Kaylee like that." "It's okay," Alison insisted. "Give me a hug," Pamela told Lindsay. "Come on. It will make you feel better. I will feel better, too. Come on... hug me like you love me, because I know you do." Lindsay wildly tossed her arms around Pamela. "I do love you. I love you more than Spongebob loves jellyfish. I love you more than a sea of flowers, a garden of smiles and a sea of hugs. Oh, I also love you more than I love cookies!" "That's a lot," Pamela giggled, embracing her in return. "Trust me, Lindsay loves her cookies..." Alison seconded. She focused on Pamela, though, and a surge of erotic heat seemed to flash across her very picturesque, wholesome face. Perhaps Alison was thinking about where she and Pamela left off moments ago with their make-out session upon the floor? I bet Alison wished that Lindsay did not interrupt them... "I have no self-control!" Amy announced as she stepped into the bedroom wearing a stylish pair of threadbare jeans and a white t-shirt. All eyes naturally shifted toward Amy as she explained, "I go to the grocery store for one, little item - my favorite shampoo - but I walk away with 12 things. All of the extra stuff, really, was unnecessary." "That's what happens when you go to _Narvesen_ at eleven o'clock at night," Pamela countered as Amy tossed her car keys onto the dresser in frustration. "What all did you buy?" "My stomach started talking to me," Amy admitted. "I saw some red bell peppers that had my name on them. I bought some sour cream because it was on sale, some string cheese, celery, popcorn kernels... a bag of potato chips. Ughhhhh!" "Never go to the grocery store when you are hungry," Lindsay frowned. "Remember, I used to work at one back in Ohio. They prey on impulsive buys for sales. Why do you think the two most common food purchases - bread and milk - are ALWAYS on complete opposite sides of every grocery store? They want you to go from end to the other and have strategic sales and items on display to catch your attention." Amy sighed in theatrical disappointment at her lack of discipline. "I should have just waited 'til the morning." "You and I can snuggle up on the couch tomorrow and have that popcorn for lunch," Pamela suggested to Amy. "I will even feed it to you. You have my word." A smile, needless to say, was on Amy's beautiful face instantaneously. "Now THAT sounds like a good idea!" She then shifted nearly all of her attention onto Lindsay, and a look of concern quickly flashed across her. "What's wrong, honey? You seem really sad and gloomy." "Kaylee was in a really fussy mood and we had a horrible time trying to get her to go to sleep," Lindsay replied. "Me, Jeremy and Trish. Then once Kaylee finally dozed off, Jackson woke up, hungry. Trish and Jeremy are with him now." "Piper is sleeping soundly," Pamela surmised, referring to her own daughter. "And so is your baby girl, Amy - Dani Grace. I checked on both of them before coming here to the bedroom. I haven't heard a peep out of either of them since." "I looked in on Dani Grace just a minute ago," Amy said. "Good," Pamela nodded. "You are obviously run-down and pouty," Amy proclaimed, stepping forward and rubbing the sides of Lindsay's shoulders with vigor. "But you're so damn adorable when you pout, so there's that." Amy leaned down and placed a very delicate kiss upon Lindsay's succulent, pink lips. Instantly, Lindsay seemed to swell with happiness. Amy motioned toward the large expanse of the mattress behind Lindsay. "Why don't you lay down, honey, maybe pull up a cover or two, and relax? I can give you a back massage." Lindsay's spirits now seemed to be soaring with those words as Amy gently added, "Want a snack from the kitchen? A drink? I will get whatever you want." "I'll take _Mother's Horlicks_ from the refrigerator," Lindsay answered, referring to a nutritional beverage mix made specifically for pregnant and breastfeeding women. "There's a chocolate one on the right side which is mine. The golden malt one on the left is Krissy's." "Chocolate mommy drink... check," Amy grinned. "Be right back, then." She turned on a boot heel and bounded out of the bedroom and then down to the kitchen. Alison looked at Pamela. "We are still going to work on and finish our puzzle, right? Some time in the future?" "It's a puzzle rule," Pamela mused at her. "We have to finish. We just have to make sure than when they are here in the bedroom, Hurricane Kaden and Hurricane Piper go nowhere near the puzzle. They will trample it without remorse." Lindsay held back a snicker as she reclined upon the bed. "Kaden flipped over Pamela's last puzzle. She was furious. She jumped all over Jeremy for not watching him better." "And rightfully so," Alison countered. "Puzzles are a lot of hard work. I learned that tonight. But they're fun, too." Lindsay pulled a blanket up to her chest and stared at Alison with watery eyes. "I'm sorry, Ali, but after dealing with Kaylee and being so frustrated, I... I'm really tired. I know we had our girls-only party planned with Trish and Amy, but I think I am going to have pass for tonight." Wait. No orgy? Indeed, a desperate pang of sadness settled all over Lindsay. "Can you give me a rain check? I'm so sorry." Alison offered her a sympathetic smile, one that said she understood that Lindsay was just not up for the four-some they had been planning literally all day. "You said that when we dressed up like cheerleaders earlier this morning, you and I nearly destroyed Jeremy." Alison chuckled and added, "I think the reality is that Jeremy and I destroyed YOU, Lindsay. You're the one all sapped out right now!" "This family has a pet rabbit," Trish commented, rather coldly, but also calm, as she appeared at the doorway and then slowly made her way into the bedroom. "His name is Bugs Bunny. He is not funny. He is mean." "What did that evil, little bunny gremlin do now?" Lindsay screeched at Trish, trying to hold back a rush of laughter. Trish and Bugs Bunny, our pet rabbit, had not been on the best of terms as of late. But Trish loved him regardless, even though she would never admit it in a million years. "Bugs Bunny the Intolerable Yet Adorable?" Alison giggled, showcasing her own nickname for him. "You and Jeremy got Jackson off to sleep?" Pamela asked. "Yeah," Trish answered, sighing. "Finally. Jeremy went off to check on Krissy and Ariel." "Climb into bed with me, Trish, and let's snuggle under the covers," Lindsay suggested. "Amy promised me a massage. I'm sure she will do the same for you if we ask her." "Your feelings toward Bugs Bunny seem a bit extreme," Pamela informed Trish. "He's just an innocent rabbit." That was it. Trish's controlled demeanor was gone and replaced with outright exasperation. "HUH? What? He's just an innocent rabbit?" Trish was cute when she got angry; a bit worked up like this. Very cute. "You are lucky because Bugs does not stalk and try to terrorize you like he does me. He is plotting evil bunny Armageddon as we speak. Probably hiding somewhere under a chair, too, spying on us!" Pamela desperately tried to hold back the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It was clear that Trish was being very serious right now. "I'll take your word for it. Cute, lovable bunny with the floppy ears wants to stalk you." Now, Pamela was laughing simply because she could not help herself. And it was a beautiful sight to watch Pamela laugh. Trish tossed a pillow at Pamela, but then started laughing as well. "You're so frustrating at times, Pamela! Has anyone ever told you this?" Lindsay patted the spot on the bed next to her and motioned for Trish to come to her with a finger. "Get in bed with me, baby," she requested. "Tell me what that bunny gremlin did to you." She shot Pamela her most exaggerated _mean face_, but it ultimately turned out to be more quirky and adorable than anything else. Typical Lindsay. "Pammy doesn't understand." "My name is Pamela," she corrected Lindsay, pointing a menacing finger at her. "You do not have the right to call me any variation of my name except that. Only Krissy does." "Can't you imagine Pamela as a four- or five-year-old in kindergarten?" Trish wondered. "Probably used to go to school in her little power blazer, and have an attaché under her arm. You know just how she is; straitlaced, smarter than all of us combined. Others would call her Pam. Some would even call her Pammy." Trish's voice went all deep and overly strict as she playfully ended, "_My name is Pamela_." "Did you whack others upside the head with your attaché if they butchered your poor name?" Lindsay snickered. "I could so totally envision you in kindergarten correcting everyone left and right, telling them what to call you." Pamela folded both her arms and shot Trish and Lindsay a face. "Now you're teasing me..." "And it's fun!" Lindsay giggled. "One chocolate mommy drink for Lindsay!" Amy said with a happy smile, re-entering the bedroom with the nutritional supplement beverage in hand. In her other hand, she had some tasty goodies. "Anyone care for a croissant?" "Nope," Pamela answered resolutely. "Oh, hi Trish," Amy greeted, slipping by her, but going straight to Lindsay. She gave her the chocolate drink and Lindsay offered a sincere smile of appreciation in return. "Did you make those croissants yourself?" "I sure did," Amy told Alison. "Earlier today." "I want to be just like you when I grow up," Alison marveled, tearing off a piece of one of the two croissants and closing her eyes at how incredibly awesome it tasted. "Hi sweetie," Trish chirped, hugging Amy to her. Pamela passed Trish a dubious look. "I'm still smarting from you stating that I had an attaché in kindergarten." "Huh?" Amy countered, oblivious. "I may have an attaché now, but I didn't have one in kindergarten." Despite her words, Pamela was having fun. She got a real kick out of the _attaché_ comment. "What are we discussing?" Amy wondered. She was not in the bedroom earlier when Trish and Lindsay volleyed those barbs. Then, a light bulb seemed to turn on within her head. "Are they picking on you, Pamela? Teasing you?" "I'll get past it." Pamela inclined her head toward the door. "I'm going to head downstairs and see if I can find Devon and Scarlett." Lindsay began chuckling as Pamela continued, "I'll see you all in 15, maybe 20 minutes?" "You better," Trish grinned. "You sleep here." Inside the voyeur room, it was actually Saturday morning. I was watching archived footage from last evening - Friday - starting when Pamela suggested that Alison begin work on a jigsaw puzzle with her. This would explain why the girls made mention that I was off in the nursery with Trish, Lindsay, Kaylee and/or Jackson. Trish then said that I had went off to check on Kristanna and Ariel. They made no mention of me being in the voyeur room because while all of this was transpiring, I was nowhere near it. Bottom line? I could not watch what took place last night live, even though I badly wanted to (I was expecting Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Alison to have an orgy). I was too busy with daddy and husband duties elsewhere. But, thank God for the voyeur room! I could go back in time - like now - and relive every detail with just a few keystrokes at the control panel. I was curious as to how the night played out for Alison, even though I ultimately knew what the end result was for her. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby, that you're not feeling well," Trish said to Lindsay, perhaps 30 seconds later. "What is it? A headache? Now you got me worried about you." "You sure you don't want a croissant?" Amy asked her. Alison took a step back as Trish and Amy had converged on Lindsay upon the bed and were tending to her, offering words of sympathy and encouragement that anyone would expect from such a loving trio (?) of wives. Alison glanced out at the hallway, which Pamela had just wandered off into seconds ago, then back at the group on the bed. Trish and Amy were now hugging and doting on Lindsay, who complained earlier of exhaustion and frustration after several hours of trying to coax our newborn daughter, Kaylee, off to sleep. All of their focus, indeed, was now on Lindsay. The 19-year-old saw this and, with the four-girl play party they originally had planned apparently canceled because Lindsay was simply not up to it, Alison snuck out the bedroom door undetected. She was on a mission. Trish, Lindsay and Amy did not even notice that she had left them. I dipped into the archives and cued up footage from the home library at the appropriate time stamp. Instead of going off to find Devon and/or Scarlett, Pamela, an avid reader, made a hasty retreat for her own personal haven, the library. With over 12,000(!) books on hand, it was paradise to Pamela. The home library, appropriately nicknamed _Pamela's Nook_, was a relatively large room on the rooftop level. It was a luxurious space with four big picture windows, perpendicular to each other. Near each of the windows, hammocks were positioned for reading or relaxing inbetween books. The floor was overlayed with a deep, rich carpet - so soft and comfortable that it felt as if you were on a feather-bed when laying down on it. A couple of huge floor pillows were scattered about and, at the center of the room, there was a coffee table for snacks and drinks, and a big green sofa. The walls were a majestic 25 feet in height and featured a wide, varied collection of books upon the cedar shelving. Alison, who had been searching for the past three minutes, apparently found what she was looking for once she happened upon the library. A smile flashed across her face as she approached an unknowing Pamela from behind, who was leafing through a book, and attached a hand to her hip. "I'll never call you anything but Pamela again," she said in her ear. Pamela looked back at her, grinning. "Oh, they don't bother me. Krissy started all that Pammy stuff. Really, it's all in good fun." Alison offered a sympathetic pout. "But it looked like your little heart was breaking with the teasing." "Trust me," Pamela advised her, "it wasn't. Krissy is a million times worse than Trish and Lindsay. I can handle it." Alison came around to Pamela's front and stole a kiss. "What was that for?" Pamela asked. "After tonight, I'm quickly developing a weak spot when it comes to you," Alison boldly proclaimed. Pamela's expression lit up. "Oh yeah?" Alison entwined her fingers with Pamela's in front of her. "Working on that puzzle with you was a lot of fun. I mean, I REALLY enjoyed myself - doing something so simple like that with you. You're such a cool girl, Pamela - so very calm and collected all the time, it seems, so nice and friendly. You love everyone in the family to death. You've been so good to my sister over the years, and I thank you for that." And then Alison offered the most beautiful, most heartfelt smile, and shyly added, "And I find you incredibly sexy." "Oh," Pamela said matter-of-factly, glancing downward at Alison's hands as they now caressed and kneaded her stomach. "Oh!" Pamela chirped, much louder, once Alison brought those hands up and momentarily fondled her breasts with them. Her brown eyes smoldering with latent energy and desire, Pamela then focused on the girl in the lovely dress. "I really enjoyed kissing you earlier," Alison admitted. "So much so, it's really all I've thought about since. Why did Lindsay have to interrupt us? Oh, I guess it was inevitable." She tilted her head and placed a soft kiss upon Pamela's ear. "I want you so much right now." Pamela kissed Alison's shoulder and inhaled deeply. "Have I told you that I love the way you smell?" "Hmmmmm," Alison moaned, covering Pamela's hand with her own and moving it to one of her breasts. Pamela grinned, palming that taut, luscious breast. "Seems as if someone needs some attention tonight, huh?" "That would be nice," Alison murmured, pressing Pamela's hand firmly upon her breast. "Please..." Pamela blazed an erotic trail with her tongue from Alison's shoulder to her neck, and then her ear, where she sucked the very tip of it into her mouth. Alison hitched in a breath and her entire body seemed to melt all at once in response. "Make love to me," Alison openly pleaded. Pamela, 33, had so much more experience and know-how compared to the very green 19-year-old when it came to pleasing another woman. In fact, Alison's sole experiences thus far had been a few encounters with her sister, Lindsay and, admittingly so, some of their time together had been awkward and unbalanced. Pamela, though, knew which buttons to press for her younger lover to receive maximum enjoyment. Alison, desperate for that attention and pleasure, tilted her chin up and licked at Pamela's mouth with her tongue. "I need you right now, Pamela, more than anything ever before." Pamela did not say a word. Instead, her right hand left that scrumptious breast and she cupped Alison's chin, then descended upon her lips. She toyed with her, teasing her with a seductive kiss, until Alison whimpered in surrender. Pamela slid her opposite hand lower and brought it to Alison's sweet, tender ass, and brought her even closer. "No one is going to interrupt us here in the library," Pamela mused, making reference to Lindsay popping up earlier in the bedroom when she and Alison were kissing in the midst of working on their jigsaw puzzle. In the library, Pamela kissed Alison slowly, their tongues meeting languidly, sensuously, and kept her torso entwined in an embrace. Alison broke the kiss and glanced downward only to witness Pamela's overly large, perfect breasts heaving up and down with every breath. "You are so fucking hot," Alison remarked, her voice husky, her eyes trained on those massive globes. Pamela's breasts, an all-natural 38d cup size, were by far the most developed in the family. The others paled in comparison to her, but no one more than Alison, who had the smallest. "You want to touch them?" Pamela asked Alison with a grin. She knew full well when others were ogling her assets. It was a common occurrence for her. "Why don't you take off my blouse, my bra, and play with them for a bit?" Without hesitation, Alison unbuttoned Pamela's pink blouse and then whisked it up and over her head, then practically tore off her white bra. Alison's blue eyes widened and her mouth seemed to water as she took in the glorious, amazing sight of Pamela's bare breasts. Large and totally divine, without a single hint of sag anywhere, one of my favorite things to do with Pamela's breasts was to take my face and... Great minds think alike? Pamela purred, her gaze playful and seductive at the same time, as Alison literally buried her face between that vast, deepened cleavage. She eventually moved to a nipple and experimented with it, tweaking and rolling it between her teeth. Pamela, however, ended the embrace and stepped away. "You wanna play with my breasts some more?" "What do you think?" Alison whined, full of need, already making a motion to return to them. But Pamela ducked out of the way of her reach. "You made mention of me being a stripper earlier. That was a lifetime ago, it seems, but it's still fun from time to time to relive it on special occasions, like this one." She directed Alison to take a seat on the large, comfortable sofa in the middle of the library. "How about we let my breasts touch you instead?" Spellbound, Alison nodded her head and sat down in the very middle of the sofa. Pamela followed closely behind and climbed atop the sofa, upon her knees, next to Alison. She leaned in and dragged her breasts across Alison's arm. The contact made her shiver uncontrollably. Alison closed her eyes and sighed as Pamela moved her perky nipples up and down the length of her arm. Suddenly, Pamela straddled Alison's lap and moved in. She squished her breasts to Alison's, then rose up to her knees and brought them to her face and began incessantly teasing her with them. Alison attempted to take one into her mouth, but Pamela was quick to pull back. Alison then tried to grab both with her hands, but Pamela put an end to that quickly. She pinned both of those hands beside them on the sofa and shook her head at Alison. "Don't you know the club's rules, baby? No touching." Alison's eyebrows skyrocketed. "Play along with me, okay?" Alison forced a grin. "For a bit." Pamela again moved her breasts across Alison's appreciative face. She tried to avoid the open mouth, but Alison was ready and sucked the nipple in and feasted on it quite hungrily. Pamela grunted in surprise, but soon the sound became a content hum of arousal. "Oh, you're quick, honey." Alison tried switching to the other nipple, but Pamela backed away at the last possible instant. "They would have kicked you out of the club I worked in already, sweetheart, for breaking the rules." Pamela smiled and added, "Either that, or maybe made you go up on stage and perform with me. You and that hot, little body of yours fits the bill." Alison chuckled at the idea. "My biggest fear in life has always been being on-stage in any capacity. If I were on-stage at a strip club, I'd probably combust on the spot. So totally against my religious upbringing, unfortunately." Pamela released Alison's hands and ran her own along those slender arms. "You're so limber," Pamela acknowledged. "Quite sexy. Many years of doing gymnastics, yes?" She ran her fingers across Alison's shoulders and again squished her breasts upon that pretty face. "I love your body. You're so small and tiny, so frail... so perfect." Alison's arousal seemed to crank up a couple of notches when Pamela reached around and undid the buttons on the back of her dress. She peeled the garment down to her waist, then extended her tongue and tasted Alison's belly button with a very long, thorough swipe which left a damp trail. Alison, clad in a bra, shivered as Pamela now blew on her abdomen. Alison reached down with both hands and brought Pamela's face in line with hers, covering her mouth in the process. Their tongues met quickly, dueling and jousting in an erotic exchange between pressed lips. Alison broke the kiss, short of breath, only to reach behind her and unhook her own bra. Pamela did the rest, tossing the garment elsewhere. "Oh, your breasts are so perfect, honey. Just perfect!" She took the little mounds into her hands and massaged them. Alison pouted. "They're nothing compared to yours." "Oh, these fit your body perfectly!" Pamela assured her. "Don't worry or feel anything bad, baby. Please don't start comparing yourself to me. I absolutely LOVE small breasts. I ADORE them. Krissy and Lindsay have small breasts. You're well aware of what I think of Krissy, right? And I love your sister, too, more than life itself." She licked one of Alison's nipples with a flat tongue. "Oh, you're beyond perfect, honey." Pamela licked in the opposite direction, which caused Alison to involuntarily twitch underneath her. "I just want to kiss and lick you all over!" Alison was straining. "Oh God... that feels good." "I can smell you already," Pamela mused, her face traveling down to the juncture between Alison's thighs. Even with the upper half of the dress bunched there, and a pair of panties underneath, Pamela inhaled several more times in succession and seemed to get lost in the scent. "Are you going to let me taste that sweet, little pussy of yours?" "Oh God, please... yes." "You want it bad, don't you?" Pamela teased, looking up at Alison. "Lift up for a second so I can remove your dress and panties. Oh, this is going to be a treat..." Alison raised her hips from the sofa and Pamela literally tore off the dress and the panties underneath in one quick, fluid motion, tossing them over her shoulder like it was no big deal. Suddenly, Alison was completely nude, save for a pair of socks, before her. "You don't know how much I want this," Pamela admitted, lowering her head. "I've waited for this moment, baby, since first meeting you in 2014." Alison let out a content groan as Pamela swiped at that little, indelible pussy with her tongue. Alison then braced herself, threading her fingers throughout Pamela's long, silky blonde hair. She ultimately latched onto her pony-tail, realizing full well what her fate was going to be here. "I'm going to make you cum, Alison, but right now I just want you to lay back and relax," Pamela whispered at her. She dabbed her tongue over and across Alison's hot, swollen clitoris. "Yeah, baby. Just sit back and relax. Let me do all of the work. You just enjoy yourself..." Alison moaned deeply, her head falling heavily against the back of the sofa in total submission. Pamela indulged herself, licking that pussy hard, lingering for a bit on its clitoris. Pamela loved licking pussy just as much as any of my wives did, and being with Alison in such a manner was very special to her. "I'll teach you a thing or two," Pamela promised, wrapping her arms under Alison, around her thighs, trying to hold her squirming body in place. "Stay there, baby. Just relax." Pamela circled the folds of Alison's pussy slowly, quite methodically, drawing a series of groans from her young lover. Pamela clearly relished in the taste and textures that met her curious, hungry tongue with each new swipe. Pamela slid her tongue up, down, across, around and even poked Alison's clitoris between her folds, driving her mad with desire. Alison screeched and thrashed about in response as Pamela then withdrew her clitoris with puckered lips. Alison squeezed her thighs tightly around Pamela's head, clutching at her hair, and seemed to give a silent plea. Pamela listened, intent on bringing Alison to orgasm. She concentrated on the clitoris in her mouth and sucked it hard, feverishly, doing whatever she could to provide Alison with a suitable release. Pamela let out a cry of her own as Alison's orgasm began to brew and then erupted with a fiery passion. Alison's gorgeous face was full of bliss. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched the events unfold from the comfort of my trusty voyeur room. Her entire body shuddered and vibrated underneath Pamela's special, loving care. Alison released the death grip she had on Pamela's head with her thighs, then pushed the older, much more experienced 33-year-old down and onto her back upon the thick carpet. "Now, it is my turn," Alison proclaimed, breathless, still feeling the aftershocks of orgasm. She rose to her knees at Pamela's feet, then reached for and quickly discarded the white denim jeans she had on, as well as the lacey G-string underneath. Alison proceeded to take Pamela's ankles and toss them over her shoulders. "I'm going to make you fucking cum now," she said with conviction. Alison grabbed Pamela's ass with both hands and actually lifted her off of the floor. "Alison!" Pamela exclaimed, clearly full of shock, as her new-found girlfriend had taken complete control. Pamela was dangling quite precariously from her shoulders. "ALISON!" Alison dipped her face and buried it entirely within the confines of Pamela's delicious, little pussy, thrusting her tongue inside like a loaded spear. Pamela attempted to react, tried to thrust her hips to add to the already intense pleasure, but was helpless as she lay on her shoulders and the back of her neck. "ALISON! YES!" To say that she was caught off-guard was an understatement. "ALISON! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Alison made loud, audible noises as her tongue shifted into overdrive, her head shaking back and forth, doing her best to return the oral favor from moments ago. But she went above and beyond that, somehow taking Pamela to the edge of oblivion in a matter of seconds. Alison withdrew an arm from underneath Pamela, then jammed two fingers fast and hard into her pussy. She concentrated on her clitoris with her tongue. "ALISON! HONEY!" Alison opened her eyes and glanced down in appreciation at the length of Pamela's body, her centerfold-like features. Those breasts were heaving, her face was flushed, her lips swollen and glistening as groans of ecstasy erupted from them. Pamela squirmed and writhed about like a fish on a hook, her pussy grasping at Alison's fingers, her body all contorted, as a monumental orgasm overtook her all at once. Alison watched through hungry eyes as Pamela screamed and thrashed about, but soon removed her fingers and eased up on the oral onslaught. She splayed a series of kisses all over Pamela's pussy when the sensations crested and then began to fade, only to then carefully lower her from the awkward position, placing her gently and safely upon the floor. Still panting, and probably wondering who taught Alison how to perform oral sex on another woman like that (ahem, that would be ME, with Lindsay as our test subject earlier), Pamela wrapped her legs around Alison's waist and extended both arms toward her in a loving manner. "Come here, honey." Still, Alison had much more to learn. Alison sighed once she leaned down and found herself in Pamela's sweet embrace. "You taste so good." "You feel so good," Pamela retorted. The two ladies shared yet another sensuous, convincing kiss. Pamela actually held Alison's lower lip between her teeth for several seconds, which eventually brought forth a playful growl. When Pamela finally released it, she ran her fingers throughout Alison's hair. "There are times, honey, when I start thinking and I just cannot believe how incredibly lucky I am in life." Alison's eyes opened and she blinked several times in rapid-fire succession. "What?" Pamela brought her hands up and tenderly cupped Alison's face. "It's this family, honey. Don't you understand? I was lost before becoming a part of this family. I had nothing, I was nothing. I was lost. But now..." Pamela smiled brightly and added, "Now, I have a husband and five wives, and a fiancee in Scarlett. I have a daughter - Piper - and all of the other kids to fawn over. Plus, there's this... little forbidden fruit girlfriend, as Jeremy likes to call her, that I have now as well. The most delicious forbidden fruit imaginable! One of my wives, it's her baby sister." "Oh yeah?" Alison grinned, again being playful. "That sounds kind of kinky. Naughty, too. Count me in?" Pamela began peppering feathery kisses upon Alison's shoulder. "Was this your first time, sweetheart, with a woman other than Lindsay? I bet it was." "It was," Alison admitted. "At first I planned for it to be Trish, and then obviously Trish and Amy together tonight with Lindsay in the party we were going to have." She kissed Pamela's cheek and continued, "But after everything that happened, I'm glad it was you. I really, truly am. And I have no doubt that Trish and Amy will understand. This family is so awesome. There is no jealousy, no resentment, no hidden agendas. It's one for all, all for one." "Who knew a jigsaw puzzle could lead to so much more?" Pamela giggled, still nibbling upon Alison's shoulder. "Would you like to go back to the master bedroom, honey? I'm quite sure the others are wondering where you and I are by now. Or I can walk you to your own guest room if you're not ready to cuddle up and go to sleep with all of us quite yet." When warm lips fell upon her neck, Alison tossed her head about and answered, "No. I rather stay with you. Alone." Pamela's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" "Yes, really," Alison nodded. "Spend the night with you." "Where will we sleep?" Alison shrugged her shoulders. "How about right here in the library? The sofa has a pull-out bed; we can make use of it. I can text Jeremy and Lindsay. I can tell them where we are tonight and that we don't want to be disturbed." Pamela, clearly smitten, shook her head. "You're the prettiest little sister that I have ever seen." Alison brought both of Pamela's hands to her lips and kissed them. "Does that mean you'll stay with me tonight?" Pamela smiled. "Only if I get to make love to you again." "Oh, that can be arranged," Alison happily murmured, her lips moving toward Pamela's. "God, I love this family..." <<<- End of Chapter 19 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 5: Family" (c) 2016 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!