Chapter 4
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Nikki is caught in the middle after her mom serves papers on her dad...
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**THE TRAIN WREAK**
When Mom and Dad got home from their weekend to work things out, things had only gotten worse. They weren't supposed to be back until late Sunday night, but they were home by noon. I could hear them out in the driveway yelling at each other from inside Mr. Jack's house.
"Nikki, you'd better get a bath, get some clothes on and go see your parents," Mr. Jack advised me while gently tugging on my nipple.
I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay, especilly with what he was doing to my nipple. I offered to blow him, but he let go and said I needed to go home and I couldn't go home smelling of sex. So I took a bath, found my clothes (the same ones I'd worn on Friday when I arrived), dressed and went home.
The best weekend of my life came to a screeching halt the moment I walked in the door. They were so wrapped up in their fight that they didn't notice I was there. I stayed a few minutes, hating every second of it and went back to Mr. Jack's. At least it was calm there.
Mr. Jack called for a halt in sexual activities and made the boys put on some clothes. Jason wandered off to see his friends, but not before a stern warning from his dad to keep private that which is private. Mr. Jack wanted to get in a workout and disappeared downstairs. Billy wanted to play a video game, so we went down to the basement room too. As usual, he beat the socks off of me. But I was distracted by watching his dad working out in just his gym shorts. He was some hunk, I thought.
When he finished his hour long workout and was dripping with sweat, he walked up to me playing the stupid video game to the best of my abilities and stood looking down at me. I looked up and smiled. Just looking at him, nearly nude, all sweaty and bursting with muscles, I felt a tingle of anticipation in my cunny. He smiled back and lowered his shorts.
"How about a blowjob, baby girl?"
"Dad, we're playing," protested Billy, but we ignored him. I rose to my knees and took that big beautiful cut cock into my mouth for the last time that weekend. He was sweaty, rather ripe and very salty down there, but I didn't mind.
Mommy called shortly after I took Mr. Jack to completion. She thanked him for watching out after me and wanted me home. When I got there, Daddy was gone. Mommy acted like nothing of any import had happened between them, and didn't elaborate on their weekend.
However, Mommy was definitely in one of her moods. I decided that I'd best make myself scarce and went to my room. I sat there alone for a long time, thinking of all the naughty fun I had over the past few days and especially of Mr. Jack and that big wonderful cock of his and what he did with that cock to me. Next thing I knew and I was rubbing my clit like there was no tomorrow. When I came, I know I cried out, but Mommy never came to investigate. I tried distracting myself for my upcoming end of term exams, but my mind kept drifting back to Mr. Jack. He's just so nice to me and in every way.
Eventually I decided I might as well go get my bath and get ready for bed. Fresh from my bath, I returned to my room. I couldn't help but wonder why I had to come home, just so that I could be by myself when I could have stayed next door and at least have Billy to talk to. As I was thinking rather fondly of Billy, my best friend, I heard the front door slam. Mommy hates it whenever anyone slams the door shut and I expected to hear her start bitching about it, but there was only silence. I also knew who slammed that door... Daddy. Daddy was home!
I opened my door and saw that Mommy's bedroom door was still closed. Silently I stepped into the hall and made my way into the kitchen. On the way I wondered why I was creeping about... jeezz, I lived here!
I was expecting to find Daddy in the kitchen, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the living room either and I figured he was downstairs in the den. As soon as I began descending the stairs I heard the TV down there. I also caught a whiff of cigar smoke. Sure enough, he was down there, sitting in his LazyBoy with a scotch in hand and smoking a big cigar. That surprised me. I knew very well that Daddy smoked cigars, but Mommy didn't allow that in the house. I could also tell that he was half stewed. He took the stogie out of his mouth and smiled broadly when he saw me.
"Com'ere, baby girl," he said waving his hand and cigar in the air. He jammed it back between his teeth and patted his lap.
I crawled into his lap. I was wearing an old t-shirt of his and as I settled in, he playfully lifted the helm and asked, "You wearing any panties under that?"
"Daddy!" I exclaimed feigning shock.
"Where did you get those panties?"
"I bought them," I replied feeling a flush of embarrassment.
"They're kind of little," he observed still holding the helm of my nightshirt up. "Did your mother buy these for you?"
"No, I bought them," I replied. "I bought them with the money I made dancing for you and Mr. Jack."
"Money well spent, I see," he snorted.
He lifted my shirt a little higher and took a closer look. "Does your mother know you have panties like that?" Before I could answer he asked, "Do those things have a back to them?"
"Yes, she knows and yes, they do have a back to them.
"Gawd, Daddy, what's gotten into you?"
"It's not me, baby. It's you. You've grown up so much these past couple of months." He let the helm of my shirt fall restoring my modesty.
Trying to change the subject I asked him about their weekend. I should have stuck to talking about my panties. His happy demeanor changed instantly to anger.
"Your mother wants a divorce!" he spat as his face reddened. "Fucking bitch! She wants ME to move out! Damn it, this is my house. I paid for this fucking house!" I think that was the first time I'd ever heard Daddy use the f-word. I'd heard it plenty of times next door, especially during the past few days.
He gulped down the rest of his drink. Handing me the glass he calmly said, "Be a dear and fix me another one." I pretty well knew what he wanted, as he almost always drank either a beer, or scotch, or if he was in a particularly ethnic mood, ouzo. Tonight it was definitely scotch.
I took the glass, slid off his lap and walked to the bar, giving my hips an exaggerated motion perfected by the years of learning to belly dance. As I prepared to refresh his drink he said, "No water, just ice." I filled the glass with fresh ice and poured the scotch to about half way. I turned with his drink and Dad held up his hand to stop me. With his fingers he signaled that he wanted a little more. I knew good and well he didn't just want a "little" more, so I filled the glass with straight scotch.
As walked back to deliver his drink, I could see that his eyes were roving over my body. Handing him his drink I said, "Gawd, Daddy you're leching over me!"
"Not really. Just admiring you. You're turning into such a pretty girl."
"Why thank you, Daddy."
"Do me a favor, baby, and dance for me."
"You know how long it takes me to get dressed and ready?"
"Don't bother with all that. I truly love it, but that's not necessary. Just dance as you are."
"In this old t-shirt?"
"Yes. I just want to see you dance, baby."
"Oh, okay. You want me to get my..."
"No, just dance for me."
I went over to the CD player, found one of my favorite dance CDs and put it on. As the music and the Eastern Mediterranean beat began, I started moving my hips in the classic manner and danced to the middle of the room.
"Raise your shirt," he said. "I want to see your hips moving."
I did as my daddy asked and then realized just how exposed I was.
"You just want to see my ass!" I laughed.
Daddy didn't answer other than with a huge smile. I was right; my daddy was a lecher! The thought that he was ogling my half exposed buns like that brought a smile to me and I danced and danced for him holding the shirt tail high . I was rather proud of the increasing shapeliness of my ass and had to wonder who was worse, me or Daddy.
After three numbers I noticed that he was having trouble focusing and holding his head upright. Not only that, but he had dropped his cigar and was burning the end table. Daddy was really snockered. I thought it might be best if I just left him alone, so I came over, placed the cigar in on a plate, kissed him and told him goodnight, half expecting him to grab me and... I was kind of disappointed he didn't. So, I went off to bed.
Next morning I awoke to my mother yelling. She was not at all happy about the smell of Daddy's cigar stinking up the house and Daddy was in no mood to put up with her. I quickly dressed, grabbed my book bag and went next door.
Mr. Jack opened the door. Peering around it he saw who I was and let me in. Even after spending the weekend with him and his two boys naked, I was still surprised that he'd answered the door nude.
"What can I do for you, sweetie?" he asked as normally as possible.
"Can I get some breakfast here? They're still fighting."
"Yes, I can hear that.
"And of course you can get some breakfast. The boys have finished and are upstairs getting dressed for school, but you can join me."
I followed him into the kitchen admiring his firm backside and the contours of his muscles. He didn't ask me to get undressed and I didn't offer. I just wanted to eat my cereal and avoid the turmoil at home.
That afternoon, after school, I brought Billy inside with me to dump off my school stuff. I figured that if he was there with me, and if Mommy and Daddy were about, that maybe they'd behave themselves. I need not have worried, as neither were there. They were where they always were at this time of day, at work.
I wasn't in the mood to mess around and neither was Billy. So we just sat in my bedroom and talked. Mainly it was just me doing the talking, but Billy really wasn't too bad of a conversationalist. We talked about all sorts of things, but before long I wanted to do some smooching, not that Billy was much of a kisser, but he could learn. He did learn. We got a little carried away and almost got caught by Mommy in a compromising situation. We were dressed, but it was obvious that we had been on my bed, and she started yelling at me. Billy fled home and I wasn't too far behind him.
Hiding out at Mr. Jack's didn't work out, as Mommy came and got me. I then had to listen to her lecture on appropriate behavior with boys and how he shouldn't have been in my bedroom. What a joke! I'd slept naked with him any number of times, but she didn't know that and I wasn't about to tell her either.
Anyway, when Daddy got home from work, she left. At least there was peace and quiet. Daddy took me out to eat at a nice restaurant and then we went home. Mommy never showed back up that night and Daddy, he got drunk again down in the basement den.
Next day was pretty much the same, but with Mommy gone there wasn't any yelling first thing in the morning. Mommy didn't come home that night either, so it was just Daddy and me. I decided that I'd show him that I could cook a meal, and so I did. I made a meat sauce using a jar of spaghetti sauce and cooked some pasta. It wasn't great, but Daddy was appreciative.
After I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen, Daddy asked me to dance for him again that night. "In my nightshirt?" I asked with a sly grin.
"Oh, no. Full costume."
"Now?"
"Yes, if you would."
So I went downstairs and into the room where Mommy and I kept our costumes and other accessories. I fixed my hair and put on makeup like Mommy had taught me. She never let me wear makeup to school, but for dancing it was required. Then I dressed in my new sequined bra, and put on my several layers of thin see-through material. I then put on my jewelry, a rhinestone studded head band, gold plated serpentine armlets, my coin belt, my ankle bells and finally my finger cymbals. I checked myself out in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. I was beautiful; beautiful and sexy. I just loved the look! All this takes time, but it was worth it.
I thought I heard voices when I opened the door, but I knew it was just Daddy and me in the house. I called out for him to start the music. The music started and I came out, hands above my head, my fingers working the little cymbals, twirling about to make the fabric of my skirt fly away while my hips moved side to side at a high speed.
Immediately I saw that Daddy was not alone. Mr. Jack was there too and so was Billy and Jason. Daddy and Mr. Jack were clapping and smiling ear to ear. Daddy shouted, "Opah!" several times, while Billy and Jason just sat there with their mouths open in astonishment. They'd never seen me dance before. They'd never seen anyone dance the way I was dancing.
I put on a good show for them and was rewarded with lots of cash stuffed into my bra and coin belt.
Next day it was all Billy could talk about. By the time school was over, just about everyone I knew heard about my performance. All the girls wanted to know how I learned to do it and if I could teach them. I showed them the hip movement, but no one could duplicate it, as it takes years of practice to perfect. Suddenly I was some sort of celebrity and not just because I had tits and no one else had them, except for the teachers.
I was on cloud nine going home that evening, only to be brought down once I got there. It was early, too early for Daddy to be home, but he was. And he was packing his car with his clothes.
"Where are you going, Daddy?" I asked him.
"Your mother served papers on me at the office today. At the fucking office! She has a court order and I have to move out! Fuck, this is my house too, but... Fucking lawyers!" He was really upset and I couldn't blame him. Then it dawned on me that I would be stuck here with just my mother!
"Can I come with you, Daddy?"
He stopped shoving three piece suits into the back of his Cadillac and replied. "I wish you could, baby girl, but you have to stay here. Court orders."
"Will I get to see you?"
"Yes, but not here. The bitch has a restraining order out on me too, as if I ever harmed a hair on the bitch!"
He stopped his developing tirade and simply explained, "I get to see you every other weekend and every Wednesday evening until 9 PM."
He finished packing and told me goodbye. I was crying then. It was so unfair! I begged him not to go, but he said he had to be gone by 5 PM or be in contempt of court. Naturally, just being a kid, I didn't understand any of this. The only thing I understood was that Mommy was a total bitch for doing this. Poor Daddy! He never even got to swim in his new swimming pool!
**THE NEW NORMAL**
Things were icy cold between Mommy and me. She tried to blame it all on Daddy. Then I remembered what I saw years ago, Mommy in the living room half naked and on her knees sucking some strange man's dick. I didn't think of it as cheating or adultery then, but I was older now, almost eleven. I knew what men and women did, as I had done it, even though I wasn't a woman yet; almost, but not quite.
She tried to explain that it had nothing to do with me, the pending divorce that is, which I already knew. She said she just didn't love Daddy anymore. How could she not love Daddy anymore? It didn't escape me that if she had stopped loving Daddy that she just might stop loving me as well. I told her as much and she went on and on that that would never happen, but I suspected that she was lying and an impasse developed between us.
However I felt about the situation , there was nothing I could do about it other than resent what Mommy had done. I even stopped calling her Mommy, which I had since I could talk, and started addressing her more formally as Mother, as in, "Yes, Mother. No, Mother. Go away, Mother. Mother, leave me alone."
After he found a furnished one bedroom apartment to live in, the first time Daddy came to pick me up he came to the door. Mother threw a fit and threatened to call the cops, saying he was violating the restraining order. While she was ranting, I ran out the door and got into Daddy's car. There were some harsh words exchanged, then Daddy turned around and when he did, she began beating him over the head with her fists. He beat a hasty retreat to the car and we left with Mother still ranting in the driveway.
After that incident, he'd park in Mr. Jack's driveway and honk the horn to alert me to come out. His apartment was nice enough, if a bit cramped. When I slept over, I slept in his bed while he slept on the sofa.
With school out for the summer, Jason, Billy and I were left to our own devices during the day. With the new swimming pool in my backyard, that became the focus of our summer days. Mother also hired Jason to keep the grass cut and to keep the pool clean. He was happy to make a little extra money.
A few weeks after she kicked Daddy out, she announced that she had to go out of town. I was thrilled to hear that and thought I'd be going to stay at Mr. Jack's, but that's not what happened. She called Daddy and let him come over to stay with me. How big of her! I had mixed feeling about this. On the one hand I wanted to be with my daddy, on the other, I wanted to be under Mr. Jack while he and the boys ravished me over and over.
Daddy showed up as expected and we went out for something to eat. Once we were home, he called Mr. Jack on the telephone and invited him over. I was to dance for them again, which I was happy to do.
Again, I hauled in a ton of fresh cash, only it was all small bills this time. Oh, well, it was fun dancing for my four favorite men, especially for Daddy.
**SKINNY DIPPING**
It was late June, a few weeks before my eleventh birthday. I was over next door sucking and being butt fucked by Billy and Jason. Mr. Jack came home for lunch and had a quick go at my ass too. After Mr. Jack went back to work with a sandwich to eat in the car, Jason took off to be with his friends. Billy and I opted to go to my house and go swimming. Nothing unusual in any of this. But Billy had an idea...
"Let's swim naked," he said.
"Someone might see us," I replied.
"No, they won't. You have the same kind of fence as we do, and we run around naked in my backyard and no one ever sees us." He had a point. We'd been doing that for years without ever being caught.
"Hmmm, okay. So how do you want to do this?" I asked.
"What do you mean, how? We just go naked like we've been all morning."
"I mean, do we get dressed, go next door and undress?"
"I know, we'll need a towel, so we'll just wrap it around us and run to your house." That sounded deliciously naughty with an element of danger.
"You're not going to pull my towel off are you?"
"Maybe," he snickered. Why did I have to plant that idea?
"Not until we're in the backyard," I firmly demanded.
"If you say so," he said with a grin.
We located a couple of beach towels and wrapped ourselves in them. We then made a dash across the front lawn of his house to the driveway and back gate of my house. It wasn't until we were behind the privacy fencing that he yanked my towel off. I did the same to him and then with a gleeful yell, we jumped into the cool clear water. We had a blast skinny dipping, and along with Jason, made it a regular feature of our day.
Then just days before my eleventh birthday the shit hit the fan. Mother had come home and everything was just fine. There was a knock at the front door. I answered it and there was an older, gruff looking woman standing there.
"Is your mother home?" she demanded while glaring at me.
"Mother! It's for you!" I called out.
Mother came to the door and I disappeared back into the kitchen to do whatever I was doing for Mother when the door bell rang.
The front door slammed shut. It was so unexpected that it made me jump. A moment later, Mother was standing in the kitchen, her face red with rage.
"You little slut!" she snarled.
Now I sort of knew what a slut was from my friends at school and I certainly fit the description, but no one had ever applied the disparaging term to me before.
"What?!" I answered indignantly while slamming whatever I had in my hand down onto the countertop.
"Swimming naked?! Swimming naked with two naked boys!"
"I, I, I..." What could I say, I'd been busted.
"Billy and Jason, I presume! Do they fuck you too?" She made it sound so dirty and for once I felt guilty about it.
"You don't have to answer that, as I presume you do. Don't even try to deny it! I won't believe you if you did!"
She began ranting using the word slut several more times before she calmed down enough to say something intelligent.
"You've barely started having your periods and you're fucking the two boys next door? How many other boys do you fuck?"
"None," I truthfully answered. Mr. Jack wasn't a boy, so I technically I wasn't lying.
She turned her back to me for a moment and when she turned back, she was calm and cool as a cucumber.
"I'll make you an appointment with Dr. Francisco. She's my gynecologist. We'll get you on birth control, as we don't need you pregnant. You do understand that you could get pregnant engaging in sex.
"God! You're too young to be starting this!" she yelled, all cool and calmness gone. "You know, I'll have to tell your father about all this."
"Do you have to tell him?"
"Yes, I do! My differences with your father don't involve you."
"But they do involve me. Every day they involve me!" I responded angrily.
"That's not what I mean, Nikki. We both love you and want the very best for you. Getting pregnant at eleven is not in your best interest by any measure. You're just a child!"
I thought about telling her that I saw her giving that man a blowjob, but thought better of it. Instead I asked her, "Who was that old woman?"
"She's our neighbor. Mrs. Watson I believe. She lives directly behind us. She saw you and two boys cavorting about naked together and swimming naked in the pool."
"Oh..."
I had no idea how she saw us through the solid wood fence. Maybe it was through one of the small spaces between the boards. Or maybe she was up on a ladder or something peeking over the top. However she saw us, she had to have worked at it. The next day I inspected that fence carefully and spotted the knothole. I looked through it and could see almost all of Mrs. Watson's backyard; no doubt our entire backyard could been seen through the knothole from the opposite side.
Billy and Jason were also in hot water with Mr. Jack over the incident, as Mom made her complaint to him as soon as she'd finished yelling at me. Of course Mr. Jack really didn't give a damn, he was just angry that we'd gotten caught. We were all grounded, not that there was anyone around during the work day to enforce it. I told Billy about the knot hole and he wanted to see it right away.
"I can fix that," he said. He ran off and came back with a hammer and a single nail. He drove the nail into the fence just above the knothole, then moved a defunct birdfeeder hanging on the fence a few feet away and hung it over the knothole. Problem solved! He then stripped off and we went swimming without noisy old Mrs. Watson spying us through that knothole. It worked, as she never complained again.
Daddy took the news well and never mentioned it, other than saying that he didn't blame the boys for being attracted to me. As for Mother, she didn't want me hanging around Billy and Jason, particularly whenever Mr. Jack wasn't around, but what could she do? I was too old to go to daycare and she couldn't stay home and make sure I wasn't doing the naughty. So nothing really changed, except I went on the pill, a development that Mr. Jack was very happy to hear, as it meant that he would soon be doing me bare back.
In Chapter 5 - Nikki's mom wasn't as cleaver as she thought she was...
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