Chapter 6
(Fm, Fb, MMMg, Mg+, g+b+)
Frank & Evie meet and orgy with the O'Mafia, Charlotte gets a new young lover. Evie cures impotent man...
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Wednesday,June 16, 1976
The sound of the shower woke me. Evie was cuddled behind me. Charli was asleep in her bed. Eddie came out of the shower, drying off. "I have to get to work. Y'all are a really cool family. I mean, a really 'Hot' family. Last night was the wildest fucking night of my life."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"I may not be able to visit for a while. A friend of -- Hell, I'll be honest. A 'Very Generous' friend of one of my sugar daddies will be checking into a bungalow this afternoon for a week. I'll be spending my off hours with him."
"I understand. And I know Charli will be cool with it."
"How can you call such a hot lady 'Charlie?' She really doesn't like it."
"Thank you. She's never told me that."
I started a pot of coffee brewing, and showered. It was 7 o'clock. Time drags by when you're waiting for it to pass, like watching a pot of water on the stove, waiting for it to boil. I ordered a room service breakfast at 8. Eddie arrived with the cart at 8:35.
"Can I use your phone?" he asked.
"Sure."
He dialed. "Jason? You know that lady, Charlotte, I talked about?" he said, nudging Charlotte awake. "Yeah. She wants to meet you." ---- "No. I'm not kidding." ---- "I have to get back to work. I'll let you talk to her." He handed the phone to Charlotte, who was still half asleep. "It's Jason. Talk to him."
"Jason?" She asked, confused.
"My 14-year-old brother."
"Jason! Oh, hi, Jason."
I put the phone on speaker.
"Uh -- er -- I -- uh -- Eddie said that you -- er -- wanted to meet me?"
"Yes. He told me that you are shy around girls. I thought that maybe I could help you get over that shyness."
"I -- (gulp) -- don't know."
"We could meet on the beach, and just talk -- talk about anything you want to talk about. Get to know each other."
"I guess so."
"I'll be on the beach at noon. I'll be wearing a red bikini, and a white straw cowboy hat, and I'll have a small Dallas Cowboys ice chest. If you decide not to come, I'll understand."
Evie awoke, and they ordered breakfast. Eddie wheeled the tray in at 9 o'clock.
"Is Jason going to come see you?"
"I don't know. I told him that I'll be on the beach at noon if he wants to meet."
The phone rang. Evie beat me to it. "Hello?"
"Is this Miss Evangeline Harris?"
"Yes, sir."
"May I speak with your father?"
"Yes, sir." She handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"This is Sean O'Toole. My chauffeur should be at your door around 9:45. Would that be convenient for you and Miss Harris?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent. I'll see you around 10. Good bye."
"Bye."
"He sounds nice," Evie said.
"Which suit should I wear?" I had three 3 piece suits; a dark blue, light blue, and a Confederate gray.
"The dark blue with the gray vest, and light blue shirt, and blue and gray striped tie."
Eddie retrieved the serving cart. "Jason said that he would be here. I told him that I would razz him for the rest of his life if he didn't show up."
"That's blackmail. I didn't want him to be blackmailed into meeting me."
The knock on the door came at precisely 9:45. I opened the door to find a liveried chauffeur.
"Mr. Harris?"
"Yes."
"Please come with me. Uncle Sean is waiting."
We rode to the large Victorian mansion in a shiny black 1954 Cadillac Fleetwood series 75 limousine.
Once there, the chauffeur let us out and guided us into the parlor, which was furnished in Victorian style. It reminded me of a collection of Victorian pornography I had seen. The memory gave me an erection.
"Mr. and Miss Harris are here, sir."
"Bring them in."
That endeared me to the old man. Too many men try to let you know they're your superiors by making you wait.
He sat behind a massive desk. "Please excuse me for not standing," he said. "A God damned stroke robbed me of the use of my legs six months ago."
"That sucks," Evie said.
He laughed a good boisterous belly laugh. "Indeed, young lady. It sucks. It really sucks." Then he looked at me with a poker face, and said, "So, you want to publish an expose' on the O'Mafia."
"I wouldn't call it an expose'. It will be a history of Isla Esmerelda and Emerald Isle Resort. From the tantilizing tidbits I've heard, it is a fascinating story."
"It is. Indeed, it is. But it may be disappointing to some people to discover how tame we were compared to the Capone gang and the New York families."
"You're going to let me interview you, on the record?"
"I'll have to convince the other O'Patriarchs. But I feel certain that I can convince them to go along. Mrs. Abigail Boudreaux has convinced me that it was time to open up."
A black woman entered the room.
"You're Banunu!" Evie said. They hugged and kissed passionately, making my cock engorge to full erection.
When they broke their embrace, Uncle Sean said, "Miss Burandi, please call the patriarchs and tell them we'll have a luncheon meeting at noon."
"Yes sir."
"You two are the talk of the town. Your newspaper expertise. And your sexy bikini," he said after Miss Burandi left the room.
"It's even sexier wet," I said unintentionally. The words just popped out of my mouth.
"Really?" Uncle Sean said.
"When it's wet, it leaves even less to the imagination."
He looked at Evie. "Maybe you would like to take a dip in our pool?"
She nodded emphatically and smiled naughtily.
The electric motor of his customized wheelchair hummed as he backed away from his desk. A Victorian winged chair with cut off legs had been mounted onto the vehicle. We followed him through the house to an addition on the rear that housed a 32'x12' swimming pool.
Evie did a perfectly executed swan dive off the springboard, swam to the other end and back before getting out of the pool and standing before Uncle Sean. The fabric seemed glued to the contours of her vulva.
"I see what you mean, Mr. Harris. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Miss Harris might as well be naked."
"I like being naked. I wish we could live in a nudist colony."
"I would have no objections if you wanted to get naked now."
"Do you want me to get naked?"
"Yes."
"You want to see my pussy?"
"Yes."
"Tell me. Tell me what you want to see."
"I want to see your pussy."
"Pull my string, Daddy, so Uncle Sean can look at my pussy. I like men looking at my pussy."
"So Liam told me," Uncle Sen chuckled. "And Miss Burandi tells me that you're The VooDoo Dude's apprentice."
"I'm the VooDoo Dude's Apprentice? That sounds so fucking cool!"
"It could be a little frightening to some people," he said.
"Are you scared?"
"No. But I know you can only do good with your powers. I don't think most people are aware of that fact. A lot of people fear the VooDoo Dude."
"I don't want people to be afraid of me."
"Their fear protects you. Stupid people are dangerous people. Especially stupid religious people."
"You're Catholic," I said. "I saw a crucifix on your wall."
"I have a cousin who's a priest. We're Irish. We're Catholic. Our kids go to Catholic Schools. I go to confession once a week, and confess to things I've never done, like lusting after my neighbor's poodle, to give my confessor a thrill. Next week, I'll confess to lusting after a naughty naked 11-year-old girl."
Evie giggled, "Will you tell him my name?"
"You want me to?"
"Uh huh!"
"Do you really believe in the Immaculate Conception, the Virgin Birth, the Trinity?"
"I don't have to believe to be a good Catholic. I go to mass, I go to confession, I sent my kids to Catholic School, I donate to Catholic charities. I abstain from chocolate during lent. I try to do good, even though Catholicism doesn't require doing good. Just like Jews don't have to be good to be good Jews. Obey the laws and observe the holidays. You're good. Good intentions count as good deeds."
"Who's the priest?" Evie asked.
"My confessor? I won't know until confession. We have two. I won't know which one it is until I hear his voice."
"I want to know which one knows that I'm the naughty naked girl who made you horny."
"I'm afraid 'Horny' would be an exaggeration. I haven't gotten a hard-on since the stroke. I'm 91 years old, but I could still get it up before the stroke."
"Bum-mer!"
"Total bummer," he chuckled humorlessly.
"Wow!" she whispered, shaking her head. "May I swim some more?"
"Certainly."
She dove in just as Miss Buranda entered and said, "All of the patriarchs will be here at noon."
Evie called her to the pool, where they had a whispered conversation. Miss Burandi shook her head, and left.
Uncle Sean wheeled over to the pool and asked, "Evie, could you do me a big favor? It may sound a little kinky."
"Kinky?" she giggled.
"Would you wear a Catholic school girl uniform for me?"
"Sure!"
"Without panties?"
"I almost never wear panties."
"I think I love you," he laughed.
There were nine patriarchs -- the surviving original O'Mafia members. The youngest was 76 years old. He also appeared to be the least healthy. He was emaciated, in a wheelchair and on oxygen. The others were in their mid to late 80s. Only two of those seemed to be in excellent health.
They met in the mansion's banquet room, while Evie and I were served lunch in a small, but elegant dining room. Miss Burandi gave Evie a Catholic Schoolgirl uniform. Black patent leather shoes, knee high white socks, a tartan skirt that was too short to be acceptable in any parochial school, a translucent white silk blouse, a green blazer bearing the local Catholic school's insignia, and a matching green beret.
After lunch, we were escorted to the banquet room, where I was introduced to the old men.
"This is Mr. Frank Harris, the new managing editor of the Emerald Isle Press. He is going to write a history of the island and the resort. As I told you, I am going to cooperate with him and lend any assistance I can. I request that you all do the same."
A man who appeared to be in his 50s or 60s stood and said, "You will submit your stories to me for approval before publishing."
"No. I will not."
"Then, I will recommend that these gentlemen not cooperate with you."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I am Charles Franklin O'Donnell, the family's attorney."
"Well, Mr. Charles Franklin O'Donnell, you can kiss my ass. I will write and publish the story without cooperation. I am a good investigator and researcher. I can read official records. I can follow paper trails. I can follow money trails. I guarantee you that I will find at least one little misdeed that I can nail down with incontrovertible proof," I said. "After that's published, the information faucet turns on. Informants come out of the woodwork. Some of them will come with proven facts. So, sir, I don't need your fucking cooperation. It may take me a little longer, but I will fuck you in the ass. Good day, gentlemen. Come on, Evangeline."
"Wait. Please wait, Mr. Harris," Uncle Sean said. "Mr. O'Donnell will be the one leaving. Good day, Charlie."
Charlie picked up his briefcase and left in a huff.
Uncle Sean guided me around the room, introducing me to each of the patriarchs.
One by one, the old men departed until only Matthew O'Malley and Thomas O'Brien, the healthiest of the original O'Mafia members remained.
"Miss Harris," Uncle Sean said. "These are my closest and dearest friends, and, like me, are aficionados the prepubescent female form."
"If I do stuff, Dad gets to do his stories?"
"No. Our cooperation with your father's project is guaranteed. I apologise if I gave you the impression that there was a quid pro quo. It was my impression that you were an avid exhibitionist. Miss Burandi informed me that you were a very naughty girl who enjoyed being very naughty. She said, and I quote: doesn't give a fuck who knew you loved being a very naughty girl. end quote."
"Did she tell you that I was a fucking slut?"
"Yes. And that your father approved of, and encouraged your fucking sluttiness."
Matthew said, "Liam told us that you flashed him in his restaurant. He said that he had no doubt that the second flash was intentional, and wasn't certain that the first flash was accidental."
"It was kind of accidental. I felt the skirt slipping off my leg, and nearly stopped it until I saw him staring."
"There's a little girl lover's grapevine on the island," Thomas. "I know some law enforcement types would call us a pedophile ring. Unfortunately, pedopredators have given us a bad name. We love children. Anyone who hurts, frightens, intimidates, or coerces a child cannot love children."
"The grapevine?" Uncle Sean urged. "Thomas tends to veer off course."
"Oh yes. The grapevine. A resort lifeguard named Roland has been talking about a girl named Evie, whose father was allowing three other men to fondle her in the swimming pool, in public. He also mentioned that the father and daughter claimed to have met The VooDoo Dude, who had given them some wine. Roland also said that Evie had the fattest pussy and biggest clit he had ever seen. Apparently her string bikini came untied in midair."
"Roland is an asshole!" Evie said. "Is that shit head a member of your club or whatever it is?"
"No, but his supervisor is, and overheard him telling his bunkmates."
"Your grapevine gives you accurate intel," I said. "I would have expected a great deal of exaggeration."
"Roland said that you 'launched' Evie?"
"I call it the submarine rocket launch," I said.
"Let's show them, Daddy. Everybody has to get naked and in the pool."
The old men were not in bad shape for old men. They didn't have 6-pack abs. They were more like pony keg bellys. Uncle Sean was getting fat from lack of exercise. Since his legs were useless, he had to wear a life vest. Michael and Thomas sported erections. Michael had 7 inches and Thomas nearly 6 inches. Uncle Sean's penis looked like it would have been formidable when erect.
I was afraid the old men were too fragile to catch her without injuring themselves. "When she comes down, she's coming down with a good bit of momentum, so it might be a good idea not to catch her."
Evie arranged them in a triangle with Michael and Thomas at the two corners of the base and Uncle Sean at the apex.
I launched her three times. She did a swan dive each time, barely making a splash when she entered the water in the center of the triangle.
She didn't resurface immediately. Michael looked down, surprised, and gasped, "Holy Mary, Mother of God!"
I slipped underwater, and saw her sucking cock. She stayed under a lot longer than I thought she could.
She sucked Thomas' cock on the next launch. He wasn't as surprised as his cousin.
I thought Uncle Sean was going into a state of shock when Evie dove down on him.
"It's hard! It's a fucking miracle! She made it hard!"
Evie hoisted herself up on the bank, sat with her feet in the water, spread her legs wide, and said, "I want my pussy eaten. Uncle Sean first."
"Oh My God! He's even better than you, Daddy!" I think she faked the first orgasm, but not the following two.
Uncle Sean's gorilla-like valet hauled him out of the water. His thick phallus had to be at least 8 inches.
"Lay him down on his back," Evie said.
The gorilla hesitated
"Do it!" Uncle Sean ordered.
Evie straddled him and rode him like a cowgirl. Since his legs were useless, he couldn't buck. She did all of the work. And, he didn't last long.
A nurse with a stethoscope suddenly appeared. She listened to his heart, and took his pulse. She gave him a pill.
"You realize this kind of exertion could kill you," she scolded.
"I can't think of a better way to go," he laughed.
Miss Burandi entered and had a whispered conversation with Evie.
"No shit!?!" Evie asked.
"No shit!" Miss Burandi answered.
"Daddy, I have a cream pie for you."
I didn't hesitate.
"You love it. Don't you, Daddy. You love eating Uncle Sean's cum out of my cunt."
"Yes, Baby."
Michael and Thomas took turns fucking her, and Uncle Sean begged her to straddle his face so he could eat her freshly fucked cunt.
I knew it should have been a disgustingly obscene scene; three naked old men molesting a pretty prepubescent girl. But the geriatric trio didn't look or act like evil lecherous ogres. They were almost childlike; adolescents turned loose in an amusement park. They were joyful. They were having fun with Evie, and she was having fun with them.
When we got into the Bronco, Evie said, "Miss Burundi said that no one, including Joseph, has been able to cure Uncle Sean's...erm...importance?"
"Impotence."
"Yeah. But I did. That makes me some kind of special. She said that Joseph would contact me soon."
"What do you want to do now?"
"Let's go to the beach," she replied. "I want to play in the surf."
We got to the resort, took the canoe off the roof and were putting it in the water when Charlotte walked up with a young teen.
"You must be Jason," I said, extending my hand.
"Yes sir," he responded, shaking my hand. "That's a really cool canoe. I learned how to canoe at Boy Scout camp."
"Are y'all having fun?" Evie asked.
"Not as much as we'd like," Charlotte complained. "Townies aren't allowed on resort property."
"Isn't the beach resort property?" Evie asked.
"There are no private beaches in Texas," I said. "But they certainly try to make it look private. The lifeguards wear Emerald Isle Resort tee-shirts, the lifeguard stands have Emerald Isle Resort signs. Emerald Isle security patrols the beach in Emerald Isle ATVs."
"Why don't y'all take the canoe out," Evie said. "Jason can teach you how to paddle."
"That would be so cool!" Jason blurted, grinning from ear to ear.
After they pushed off, I got my camera and telephoto lens out of the lock box bolted to the floor of the Bronco.
Jason paddled out past the breakers, and taught Charlotte how to paddle, with his chest to her back. Soon, they were kissing and fondling. Then, Charlotte had him lie on his back and straddled him. Soon, the canoe was practically bouncing on the water.
"I need sunscreen, Daddy," Evie said seductively, handing me a bottle, and stretching out on a beach lounger.
She met three other girls while I was photographing my wife and her teenage paramour.
"This is Susanna (Suzy), she's 12; Angelina (Angie), she's 10; and Elizabeth (Lizzie), she's 8."
"I'm almost nine," Lizzie announced.
"In nine months," Suzy laughed.
I laughed, "Twenty years from now, you won't be looking forward to your next birthday."
"I wish my parents would let me wear a string bikini." Lizzie said wistfully.
Suzy said, "Spit in one hand and wish in the other, and see which one fills up first."
Angie said, "Evie says that you'll let her do anything she wants to do, as long as she doesn't do nothing to nobody she don't want done to herself, and doesn't do booze or drugs."
"Is that true?" Lizzie asked.
"That is true."
"Really?" Suzy asked. "Anything?"
"Any Thing," I said, sensually rubbing the sunscreen onto my daughter's ass.
"What if she wants to fool around?"
"As long as she doesn't do anything to anyone she doesn't want done to herself, and doesn't use alcohol or drugs, she can 'Fool Around' all she wants," I answered as I slowly applied lotion to her right inner thigh from knee to crotch.
Lizzie quickly grew tired of her sisters beating around the bush. "What if she wants to let a boy fuck her?"
Her sisters gasped in surprise at her impertinence.
"As long as she doesn't violate my stated rules, I let Evie do anything Evie wants to do."
"I don't let boys fuck me," Evie giggled.
"Oh!" the girls said in obvious disappointment.
"I don't like boys. Boys don't know how to fuck. I 'Love' men."
The girls looked at me, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
"That's a fact, ladies. My little girl really 'Loves' men."
"Holy shit!" Suzy exclaimed.
"Suzy's let Mr. Thomas, her English teacher, fuck her," Lizzie said.
"Shut up, Lizzie!" Suzy snapped.
"No shit!?!" Evie giggled. "Allie's Dad?"
"You know Allie?" Angie asked. "She's in my dance class."
"I met her and her Dad when we were canoeing on the lagoon. She doesn't know about her Dad fucking Suzy. Does she?"
"Nobody is supposed to know," Suzy hissed. "Little Miss Loudmouth heard me talking to Paul on the phone when I thought I was alone in the house."
"I was going to call my friend, Betty, and I picked it up. But before I dialed, I heard Suzy say 'hello' real sexy like, and Mr. Thomas said, 'Hello, Baby.' And they started telling each other what they'd like to do with each other if they were alone together. Then she started breathing real funny, and I went to her room to see what was wrong, and she was finger-fucking herself."
"Lizzie!?! What is wrong with you? You promised you wouldn't tell anybody else if I told you about everything me and Paul did."
"I thought it would be okay, since Evie lets men fuck her too."
"Your secret is safe with me." I said.
"Me too, I guess," Evie said.
"You guess?" Suzy asked.
"I told Mr. Thomas and Allie what I told y'all; except I didn't tell him about fucking men; just that Daddy lets me do anything I want to do. And he acted like he wouldn't let Allie do that. And it was like he didn't like her knowing that Daddy let's me do anything I want to do."
I said, "He did seem very interested in your pussy though. Didn't he?"
"Paul saw your pussy?"
"We were both naked. And Allie really liked looking at my Dad's hard cock." Evie said. "It's just not right that he's fucking you, but doesn't want anybody fucking Allie."
"Maybe he's fucking Allie too," Angie said.
"No!" Evie stated. "No way. I could tell."
"I don't think so either." I agreed.
"He better not be fucking her!" Suzy said.
"You don't want to fuck other men?" Evie asked.
"No!"
"What about Captain Billy Bringle?" Angie giggled.
"Captain?" Evie asked. "Is he in the army or navy?"
"No." Suzy explained, "He's the captain of a party boat, The Osprey."
"A boat for parties?"
"Deep sea fishing."
"Suzy had the hots for him for years before Mr. Thomas started teaching here," Angie said. "Captain Billy Bringle and his dorky son live next door."
"Years?" I chuckled.
"He moved in four years ago, when he retired from the navy."
My hackles rose. I hated the military. I served a hitch in the navy, and it felt like I was serving time. I am not a follower. I'm an insubordinate intellectual, and the military doesn't appreciate either attribute. My favorite question is, "Why?" The military mind hates that question. Whenever you ask, "Why?" 99.9 percent of the assholes you ask don't know the answer. This Captain Billy Bringle was a military man. A fucking lifer. He would not be on the list of people I wish to meet.
"You're much better off with the English teacher," I said
I heard a car horn: three honks, one honk, two honks.
"That's Mommy," Lizzie said. "We have to go" She quickly hugged my neck and pressed her lips firmly against mine before running toward the parking lot with her sisters.
I resumed oiling Evie while three men strooled by three times ogling my daughter.
"Ewww! They make me feel like I need to take a shower and a bath," she whispered.
Jason and Charlotte paddled ashore as Rick arrived with his 8-year-old daughter on an Emerald Isle Resort security ATV.
"This is my boss, Ellie," Rick said. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and their daughter Evie."
"I want a bikini like Evie's!"
"I'm certain they're not made in your size."
"They are. I saw one in the gift shop. A red one."
"Is Ellie a nickname? Evie's a nick for Evangeline."
"Ellie's a nick for Electra," the 8-year-old giggled.
"Electra!?! Really? That is the coolest girl's name I ever heard. I wouldn't ever let anybody call me Ellie if my name was Electra. Ellie sounds like a fucking cow's name."
"Don't call me Ellie no more, Daddy. I am Electra!"
"Electra it is," Rick laughed. Then to Charlotte. "Management asked me to ask you if you could move into the jungle cabin before noon Friday. A group that already had reservations added four more people. Your entire two weeks will be refunded."
"Jungle cabin!?!" Evie asked. "That sounds so cool."
"The employee compound is called The Jungle."
"Why's it called The Jungle?"
"Because the resort bulldozed paths and clearings in the palmetto jungle. Then they built cabins, bunkhouses, latrines, showers, and a chow hall for employees. We lived there for eight months before I leased a house in town."
"Can townies visit us in our cabin?" Charlotte asked.
"You have to meet them at the employee gate, and escort them to your cabin. They're not allowed on the resort campus north of the employee parking lot or west of the dunes. The same restrictions apply to off-duty employees."
"May we see the cabin now?"
"You can move in now, if you wish."
Jason helped me secure the canoe to the top of my Bronco, and we followed Rick to the employee parking lot, which was at the southernmost boundary of the resort on the bayside of the island. "The jungle trails are hike and bike only."
Rick's walkie talkie crackled, "3 P 4."
"Bird dog them," Rick said into his radio. Then to us. "I have to go."
"Can I stay with Evie?" Electra begged "Please?"
"Please?" Evie asked.
"Okay. I won't be long," he said.
"What does 3p4 mean?" Evie asked.
"Three pervs near lifeguard stand number 4," Electra giggled.
"What does 'bird dog them' mean?"
Electra shrugged her shoulders.
"It means to follow them and be obvious about it." I explained.
Electra led us to Cabin 9, a 20'x32' pastel blue plywood cabin, raised 10' off the ground. Inside, there was a 12'x24 living/dining area, two 8'x12' bedrooms, an 8'x8' bathroom, and an 8'x12' kitchen. The living room was furnished with two overstuffed armchairs, a couch that flooded out to a queen sized bed, and one that folded down into a twin size bed, and a large coffee table. The dining room had a plain yellow pine dining table and four chairs.
There were a lot of windows and ceiling fans in every room to take advantage of any breeze. The cabin was surrounded by the palmetto jungle, and shaded by a large oak tree on the north and a pecan tree on the south.
"It looks like a big playhouse!" Evie giggled.
We explored the cabin until Rick returned and offered to give a tour of the employee compound.
"What about the pervs?"
"The last I saw of them, they were walking toward the public parking lot, followed closely by an ATV and an agent on foot."
Evie said, "I bet those were the slime balls that made me want to shower and bathe and maybe shower again."
"Y'all go ahead and tour the compound," Charlotte said. "I want to decide how to decorate our new home."
"Yeah, right," Evie giggled.
Trails led off to the right and left of the main trail. "Some of these lead to cabins like yours. Others lead to clearings, where more cabins can be built if necessary."
The main trail ended at a large clearing. There were two long bunkhouses; one for males one for females, two shower rooms, and two latrines. In the center was a large chow hall. "Family style meals. The food is set out on tables on platters and in bowls, to be passed around. The meals are excellent and dirt cheap. You have to sign up and pay for meals the day before. They serve breakfast and supper."
After I asked a few dumb questions, Evie realized I was stalling to give Charlotte and Jason more time. She wanted to go down one of the trails just to see what a clearing looked like. The girls took the lead, and walked in on two teenage employees fucking on a blanket in the middle of the clearing.
The girls were giggling, and the couple were trying to dress quickly when Rick and I arrived. I laughed, and Rick visibly relaxed, seeing I wasn't upset by the incident.
"I apologise for the interruption," Rick said in his authoritative voice, as we led the girls back out of the clearing.
"We're back!" I called out as we approached our cabin.
The kids were the first up the stairs and into the cabin. Rick went to the kitchen sink and got a glass of water from the faucet. He did a double take, looking into the bedroom as he passed the door. Charlotte and Jason were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Jason's shirt was buttoned wrong. Charlotte's shorts were on backward.
Rick looked at me questioningly.
"We have an open marriage."
"How long have y'all had this arrangement?"
"Since Saturday morning."
"How's it working out for y'all"
"I like it," I said.
"I'm happier than I've ever been," Charlotte said.
"What's an open marriage?" Electra asked.
Evie whispered in her ear.
"That's really cool!" Electra giggled. "That sounds like fun."
The girls went into the first bedroom before Rick could stop them.
"Ewww!" Electra exclaimed. "Somebody peed on the mattress."
We heard Evie whispering.
Electra's whispers were audible in the living room, "No! Really!?! Your Momma and that boy did it while we were gone?"
"We saw two teenagers 'Doing It' in a clearing up the trail," Evie said. "It scared the crap out of them when they saw Chief Diamond."
Rick gave us a ride back to our room. "If y'all want to replace any of the furniture, let me know. You'll have the use of an ATV and trailer to move the stuff."
We went to bed early and slept late.
In Chapter 7 Rick does Evie while Frank eats out Electra, Rick's little girl. The Rev Butt Trick dumps on his congregation when skinny dipping with Frank and the girls...
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