Part 10

As with most days Tina had plans the anticipation gnawed at her. It was always something she kept private, like when she planned for a full day to flash Principle Daniels at Monday’s Make-Up Game. Co-Conspirators, she’d found, were not practical, for the most part.

But she’d found she enjoyed having Lana in on her plans. Lana was always the smart one among the Philips sisters. She was not adventurous like Lorrie nor anal like Lindsey. Lorrie and Tina were natural friends, and had always been. It seemed odd that Lana had latched onto Tina, but then, she was the smart one. She’d figured out exactly what Tina was up to. And as the two searched the computer networks for the literature they wanted on Kobe, Lana grew more and more excited and anxious.

“That link!” Lana said. “No, no! The second one!”

Tina clicked on the indicated link. Up came a PDF file titled:

“Daily Massage Care for Superior Meat”

“Oh my god!” Tina said slow and even, but no less excited than Lana. She scrolled down. The detailed drawings showed the twice daily massage regimen Kobe Girls were given twice daily. It claimed, perhaps accurately, that the massage techniques were one of the primary reasons for the superior quality of Kobe 200 Euro a Pound Meat.

“This is it!” Tina said, grinning.

“Make two copies!” Lana begged.

“Already queued,” said Tina. The two stood excitedly by the huge Computer Lab printer as it spat out the seventy five sheets of the first copy. Tina let Lana have it, and waited for her own, as Lana had to run further to class than she did. When her copy was ready, Tina had to run, literally, to beat the bell.

After that spurt of energy, the day dragged. When Tina’s math class finally started, at Ten AM, she felt like it was Three PM. Miss Snodgrass made this particular class, the last she had each week, a particular tedium. The woman was nice enough, but her halting way of speaking was tedious on her best days.

Finally, at ten to noon, Miss Snodgrass stopped the class.

“How many of you are going to the game today? Raise your hands…” asked Miss Snodgrass. All but Tina raised their hands causing Lorrie Phillips to give Tina a funny look.

“”Okay,” said the teacher. “Tina, you’re not going? Where’s your school spirit?”

Tina looked up. “Uh, Ma’am, my Mom’s getting culled tomorrow, and I have something planned to do for her tonight… so I kinda can’t be there.”

“Oh,” said Miss Snodgrass. “I see. Well that’s as good an excuse as I’ve heard.”

“My sisters will be, though!”

“Good!” said Miss Snodgrass. “Obama’s a tough opponent, and I hope we can cheer them to victory. It’ll mean a lot for the school if they win! But, since you mentioned it, I’d like to take the opportunity to thank you and your family for inviting the faculty to the big barb-b-cue tomorrow, Tina! Oh, and I’d like it known that since tomorrow, all the teachers will be attending in their underwear, we’ll be doing the same for our Sidewinders at the game, in honour of the affair tomorrow. I know how you girls like to tease, so here’s your opportunity with the faculty’s blessing. Let’s rattle the opposition and their concentration!”

After class, Lorrie accosted Tina.

“What happened this morning?”

“Nothing?” replied Tina.

“Well, why did you run off with Lana so early?” And what’s this thing you’re doing for your mom?” Lorrie’s attitude bordered on naked anger. “I needed you this morning!”

“Look,” said Tina, hoping to appease her friend’s annoyance. “Lana tagged along, ask her why, I don’t know. I had a project to do. That’s all there is to it.”

“Oh yeah?” said Lorrie. “What was the subject of this project?”

Tina stammered.

“That’s what I thought!” Lorrie snapped. “Let me know when you want to come clean!”

Lorrie wheeled on a heel and stomped off leaving Tina frozen in her guilt. Had it been the first time Lorrie had pulled this kind of tantrum, Tina might have broken into tears, but it was not. It still felt awful. The truth was, Lindsey, Lorrie’s other sister, was even worse. In fact, when Tina started school back when she was four years old, Lindsey and Tina had started off as the closest of friends. That lasted till they hit puberty about eighteen months ago. Lindsey lost it one too many times, and Lorrie became Tina’s refuge.

A year and a half later, things might be shifting again, thought Tina, this time toward Lana. Tina had always, since she’d met Lana Philips, regarded her as too quiet, aloof and too good for the room. Lana was, of course, the smart one. Lana was the straight A Phillips sister. Then the sister with the big boobs as well as brains. Tina had never give Lana much thought till today except as a boy magnet, and Tina had never benefitted from the male attention Lana received, mainly because Lana seemed to be indifferent to it herself. But this morning had proven to Tina that Lana had something Tina liked. Tina was not sure what it was. But that something gave Tina comfort in the face of Lorrie’s tirade. It gave Tina enough presence of mind to put her in gear to get home, and study the seventy five pages she’d printed out this morning.

“Hello, Tina,” Mr. Daniels voice startled Tina out of her thoughts.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Daniels,” said Tina, thinking the smile on his thin, Mustachioed face looked goofy and odd. Odd, because it was so rare. But he held her gaze continuing his goofy smile.

Tina stopped, grinned to herself, then turned, trotted up to Mr. Daniels and kissed his cheek. Then in a fast, graceful moved Tina had developed over the years and was quite proud of, she slipped off her panties and thrust them into Mr. Daniels pocket protected shirt pocket.

“A present from me,” she whispered smiling into his ear, and kissing his lobe.

Tina lifted her skirt and turned, her body still in contact with his, till her bare rear was in contact with his hips, smiling at him over her shoulder.

“I have a good mind to take you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life, young lady!” Snorted Mr. Daniels with amazing presence of mind through his flushed face.

“Ooo! Mr. Daniels! Do you promise?” Tina said. “I can’t wait.”

By this time, Tina had attracted the attention of many passersby, including Dana. Dana, looking quite stunned, followed Tina as she trotted down the hall grinning all the way.

“You really are going to give that poor man a heart attack!” said Dana, only half joking.

Tina continued to grin.

“You on your way to see Bart?”

“Are you kidding?” asked Dana. “Coach Allen won’t let girls anywhere near his players today! They’re facing Obama, remember?”

“How could I forget, silly me,” mocked Tina. “At least Bart’s coming tomorrow. You might not be a virgin by sundown!”

“Oh, stop it!” protested Dana. “Lana was looking for you, by the way.”

Tina stopped walking. Do I want to go there? She thought.

“Where was she?” Tina asked.

“I saw her in Home Ec. She said she’d wait by the multi-purpose room.”

The two made their way outside into the stifling dry heat of this mid-November Indian Summer.

The multi-purpose room was on the way off campus, so, no escape unless Tina rudely ditched Dana, which she could, but not today. Dana would be anxious to get home and ready for the bitch from Jersey. Lana would be a good buffer, at least. How Dana couldn’t see what a kniving, prissy, stuck up, backstabbing, controlling, holier than though bitch Debbie was beyond Tina. And everyone thought Melanie saw the world through rose coloured glasses. She had nothing on Dana’s blindness toward Cousin Debbie.

Before the Dana and Tina made it across the quad, Melanie and Cory caught up with them.

“Hey!” said Mel. “We’ve been invited to a slumber party!”

“What?” asked Dana. “Tonight?

“Yeah,” said Mel. “Lindsey says our parents will want some alone time at our place. So we’re all spending the night next door.”

“Wait,” said Tina. “Five move one way and two back? Why don’t Lindsey, Lorrie and Lana just come to our house?”

“Yeah,” agreed Dana. “Besides, Debbie’s going to be here. What about here?”

“So?” said Cory. “She can come too.”

“She won’t like that,” said Tina, grinning. Dana looked at her sideways, but obviously knew Tina to be right.

“Who’s coming?” asked Lana who just appeared out of thin air.

“Our Aunt Beverly and her daughter Debbie,” said Dana.

“Oh, yeah!’ said Lana. “And I guess Lindsey sprung her idea on you.”

“She said your Dad liked it,” said Mel.

“When did she tell you?” asked Lana.

“After first period.”

“She wasn’t supposed to say anything yet,” grumbled Lana. “She was supposed to wait till my Dad spoke with your Dad.”

“So, what were you two doing this morning?” asked Cory.”

Tina winked at Lana, then turned to Cory and said: “We had sex before school.”

“You did not!” Cory protested as Dana nearly doubled over snorting.

“Sure we did!” agreed Lana. “We fucked on the floor of the computer lab! Mr. Daniels watched and played pocket pool.”

“That’s mean!” said Mel.

“I don’t know,” said Tina. “Mr. Daniels seems to like me at least half naked.”

“Someday,” Dana said trying to catch her breath. “Someday he’s going to spank you so hard!”

“I hope I’m there to watch!” said Cory, who had laughed so hard her eyes were tearing. “So you’re going to tell us what you were really doing?”

“No,” said Tina simply.

“Where’s Sandy?” asked Dana.

“No idea,” said Cory, wiping the tears out of her eyes.

“She already went home,” confirmed Mel.

“So,” Lana said as they headed homeward down Hollyhock way. “Tell me about your cousin.”

“Not worth your time,” said Tina.

“She’s actually very nice,” said Dana.

“She’s a backstabber.”

“Tina is jealous of her.”

“Dana gets wet for her.”

“She’s Gramma’s favorite,” said Dana. “Which really pisses Tina off.”

“Actually,” said Tina. “Dana is Gramma’s favorite, and Debbie undermines Dana at every opportunity. But so far as Dana is concerned, Princess Debbie can do no wrong.”

“And Tina only has assumptions with no facts,” said Dana.

“Time will tell.”

“You guys might try not acting like an old married couple!” said Lana, grinning. “It’s weird!”

“What’s weird is Dana’s obsession with Debbie!”

“She does sound interesting!” said Lana.

“That I’ll give her!” said Tina.

“Hey! My Dad’s home early!” exclaimed Lana.

Sure enough, Officer Ron’s squad car was just pulling into the Phillips Driveway. As the girls walked up, the big Irishman stepped out and watched them approach through mirrored ray-bans.

“Hi, Daddy!” Lana called.

“Hi, sugar,” said Officer Ron. “Where are your sisters?”

“No idea.”

“Hello, Girls. Did Lana tell you about the slumber party tonight?”

“No,” said Melanie. “Lindsey did.”

“Good,” said Ron. “There’s a new family in town. So Mrs. Newbire is sending her girls over. They’re very nice, and you’ll be good hostesses I hope.”

“But Daddy!”

“No buts! I expect you to be gracious and friendly!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I ordered Pizza and some of those scary movies you girls like.”

“OOO!” cried Cory. “Creature from the Black Lagoon?”

“One, Two and Three,” confirmed Officer Ron.

“We all love those,” said Lana.

“I’ve never seen any of them.”

“They’re awesome!” said Lana. “These researchers…”

“Don’t spoil it!”

“We need to get ready anyway,” said Cory. “The big game is starting soon!”

“Oh, yeah,” said Lana. “I’ll meet you guys later.”

“Hey!” cried Tina. “Lana, wait.”

Lana stood and turned toward Tina. Tina waited for her sisters to get a distance away before speaking.

“So, are you going to do it?”

“Do what?”

Tina snorted. “You know! Give your Mom the Kobe treatment!”

“What Kobe treatment?” asked Officer Ron.

Poor Lana turned beat red all the ay to her blonde hairline.

Tina pulled out her copy of the pages the two girls had printed that morning.

“Uhm,” said the Cokely girl. “We did some research on Kobe Meat Girls this morning. They give their girls daily massages… you know, for meat quality. The girls supposedly really love it.”

Officer Ron took the pages and began flipping through them.

“Now that’s interesting,” said Officer Ron. “When did you plan on doing this?”

“Well,” said Tina. “I hoped while everyone was at the game…”

“Lana?” asked Officer Ron.

“I hadn’t thought about it,” said Lana. “I only found out what Tina was up to this morning.”

Officer Ron nodded. “That’s what I thought. So you really haven’t thought this through.”

“Well,” said Tina. “I have.”

“Think, Girl!” He addressed Lana. “Do you understand what might happen?”

Lana nodded, and, to indicate she knew exactly what he meant, she drew her finger down her front from her sternum down her belly.

“Alright then,” said Officer Ron. “I’ll have a talk with Don. If he agrees, you can do it. But you’ll have to wait till he gets here and your mothers get back.”

“Where’s Mom?” asked Lana.

“She went with Martha to the Airport to pick up Beverly and her daughter.”

“Oh,” said Lana, obviously disappointed.

“It’s okay,” said Tina. “It’ll give us time to study. I’ll see you in a bit. Bye Officer Ron!”

“Later!”

Tina picked up her bag and made her way across the short front yard to her own front door. The cool air inside was a refreshing relief from the heat outside. Daddy was pacing the front room looking a bit haggard. He held his company cell phone to his ear and was listening intently.

Tina stood in shock, not expecting him to be home at all. She thought quickly, thinking she could tell him about her plan and ask if he could send her sisters away so she and Mom might not be disturbed.

“E-ya, Tom, can you hold on just a second?” said Daddy. “Yeah, hangon. Tina,” he looked at her. “I bought a bag of lemons. Can you make some lemonade for everyone?”

“Sure, Daddy, but…”

He held up a finger. “Yeah, Tom. I’m here. Oh, Hi Morgan,” he said as he rolled his eyes. LATER, he mouthed to Tina. She could hear some woman screeching over the phone’s tiny speaker. “Yeah, no problem…”

Tina shrugged and made her way into the kitchen where, on the kitchen table, she found a brown paper grocery bag filled to the top with lemons. Pink, she hoped. Next to the bag was something she did not expect to find. Three blank culling licenses were fanned out next to the three that had been filled out for Gramma, Mom and Jeanine. Tina picked one up, her hand shaking.

“On (blank) day of (blank) month of (blank) year, the female human being called (full name blank), birth certificate number: (blank), shall be converted in the State of Arizona to livestock for the purpose of rendered meat. Said female will be claimed by a federally registered firm within 48 hours, or rendered in state within 72 hours…

At the bottom was a place to sign for the legal guardian if the female was married or veal as well as a place for the livestock to sign if she was an unmarried non-veal volunteer. Non-veal volunteers were defined as any female who had begun her senior year in high school or achieved the age of 782 weeks. Some fast math told Tina she was above that age… barely.

It was at that moment Tina realized she could simply volunteer with a shocking jolt of realization attacking all her senses. She could take the form, fill it out, and she’d be meat! Just like Mom! There was even a pen. Probably the same one Mom had used.

Tina reminded herself of the lemons, even as her body tingled terribly. She was relieved when she cut the first one open and found it to be pink, thank God… such a knife was sharp enough to cut her open… She had to be careful not to cut herself.

Fifteen Lemons made five gallons of strong lemonade the way her family liked it. It seemed like only seconds as she could not tear her mind off the image of a spit poised to enter her.

“I swear I’ll get that little…” Daddy was muttering as he stormed into the kitchen.

“what’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Grrr!” he said, then gave Tina a look of embarrassment. “Mind if I vent?”

“No.”

“There’s this hot little number at work, name’s Morgan! Got herself hired last month. Now, we run a very tight ship, or so I thought! Every piece of equipment sent to us goes out in tip top shape! Sometimes better than factory specs! WE even rebuilt a bunch of vintage Caterpillars the Hollywood folks thought beyond help! They were ecstatic! So we’re good! Then this prissy college coed comes out of UCLA and starts fixing what ain’t broke! So now, instead of checking off a repair, I have to give a full report on the condition of the parts replaced! It takes five times as long and cuts the available man hours by two thirds! Our productivity is hanging by a thread and only then because we’re all doing overtime!”

“That’s not good,” Tina said, not exactly following the story.

“No, it’s not! Frank says she needs a good butt fffff…. Damn. Sorry sweetie.”

“Oh!” Tina mocked horror. “My virgin ears!”

“Yeah…” said Daddy, shaking his head and grinning inspite of himself. “Still… you get the idea.”

“I do,” said Tina. “Did you invite her tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Daddy nodded. “I did. Maybe she’ll use one of these blank licenses.”

Tina poured hot water over ten tablespoons of sugar.

“One can hope,” Tina said, her senses tingling again and embarrassed to be feeling it in front of Daddy.

“How much are you making?”

“Five gallons.”

“Oh,” said Daddy. “Is that a lot?”

Tina shook her head. “With our crowd? Not even!”

“Oh…” said Daddy.

“Daddy,” said Tina, grinning to herself mischievously.

“Yes?”

“I flashed Mr. Daniels again today…. Yu can spank me later!”

“Don’t think I won’t!” said Daddy with furled brow.

“I don’t!” Tina grinned at him.

Daddy put his arms akimbo and shook his head.

“I think I know why Mr. Daniels is so frustrated with you!”

Tina just smiled. Men are so easy! She finished mixing the lemonaide and found space for it, barely, in the refrigerator. Inside she found five sandwiches marked with her and her sisters’ names and the word “lunch” written upon the wrappers. She pulled them out and set them on the table just as her three youngest sisters, led by Sandy, barreled downstairs.

“Mom made lunches,” said Tina, grabbing hers and heading to the front room.

Daddy was watching the news, so she sat and watched as she ate her sandwich. All she saw that interested her was the story about Princess Caroline and her friends exposing their breasts to a group of choir boys and then, rumour had it, being ordered by Queen Elizabeth III to spend the day in the nude at Buckingham Palace. You’d have thought the world was ending the way the British Commentators spoke. There was even talk about abolishing the monarchy.

“Aren’t you going to put on your lingerie?” asked Sandy, who wore light blu8e lace with her sneakers.

“I’m not going to the game,” Tina said.

Daddy came in from outside, letting some heat in and cool air out.

“Hey,” he said to Sandy. “So, slumber party tonight at Ron and Jeanine’s!”

“Really?” Sandy asked excitedly.

“Go tell your sisters!”

Sandy ran into the kitchen and noisily upstairs.

Daddy turned to Tina.

“Kobe?”

Tina tried to speak, but couldn’t form words.

“That’s about the nicest thing you could do for your mother, you know? You’ve no idea how proud I am!”

Tina lept up and hugged Daddy, feeling his massive hands on her back.

“Now, why don’t you go shower, put your new things on, and be ready for Mom when she gets back!”

“Hey!” said Cory excitedly from the kitchen. “Come quick! Look out back!”

Out back it seemed as if a carnival were being set up across the two rows of mulberry trees. Throngs of their neighbours seemed to have gathered in the heat, and dressed, the men at least, in shorts and Sidewinders jerseys while many of the women wore lingerie. Three banners had been hung: “Thank you Mrs. Finney!” and “Thank you Martha!” and “Thank you Jeanine!”

“Wow!” said Tina.

Some men were assembling picnic tables and both women and men rolled waste baskets in.

“Yeah!” said Daddy. He patted Tina’s bottom. “Shower!”

“’K, Daddy!”

Tina showered quickly and finished by coating herself in peach scented mineral oil the way her mother had taught her since she was ten, and let the oil soak in before donning her pearly white and royal blue lingerie.

When she came back downstairs, she thought she heard cheering and applause… no, it was definitely applause, and she found Lana, in her black Lingerie standing at the open front door between the heat and the coolness.

“Hey,” Lana said when she noticed Tina. “Check this out!”

Outside, Officer Ron and Grampa stood on the front porch. Daddy was striding across the lawn toward a throng of men and women, clad as they were in the communal back yard surrounding a big black limousine. Shortly, Daddy re-emerged carrying Mom in his arms. She wore blue hot-pants and a white, collared halter that were very similar in colour to the underwear Gramma had selected for Tina. Gramma and Jeanine followed close behind, and Officer Ron received his wife into his arms and kissed her deeply, to more applause and cheers while Daddy and Mom disappeared inside.

Behind Gramma, Aunt Beverly and the bitch, with her platinum blonde hair and “I’m better than you” boutique bought style managed to navigate the crowd with characteristic aplomb… the cunt.

Tina made way for her parents ad Daddy carried her mother in and disappeared into the kitchen.

Then next thing Tina noticed was Dana pleading pathetically with the cunt.

“Please, Debbie?” begged Dana with puppydog brown eyes. “It’ll be fun!”

“Oh, I suppose,” said the bitch. “But Grandmother must come as well!”

Tina rolled her eyes and grabbed Lana’s hand, leading her into the kitchen.

“That black lace looks fantastic on you,” said Tina, who meant it, sort of. She opened the refrigerator and extracted the five-gallon container of Lemonade. She did a mental count: six adults, no, seven counting Aunt Beverly, and extracted six tall glasses, handing them to Lana.

“Ice is in the freezer,” said Tina. “It’s still not cold enough.”

The two soon had a tray to serve up. When Tina gave Mom hers, Mom regarded her with a very curious look of… well, Tina felt as though Martha were inspecting her. Yesterday’s surrealness returned in full force.

“Goodness,” said Aunt Beverly as she looked through the back window over the sink. “Someone’s throwing a big party in your back yard.”

“We don’t do things by half,” said Officer Ron.

“Dear,” Gramma said to Mom. “May I borrow the Lingerie I bought you yesterday? It seems I’ve being accosted by Dana and Debbie and being marched off to a sporting event.”

As Mom and Gramma went upstairs, Aunt Beverly took a seat next to Daddy and Jeanine at the kitchen table.

“I’d no idea it could be this hot outside Egypt!” said Beverly. “I feel so overdressed!”

“So strip off!” said Jeanine. “Nobody will mind!”

“I would,” said Beverly. “But I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Oh,” said Daddy. “When all the girls are gone, you could grab a quick shower and just wear one of Martha’s robes.”

“I feel like I’m cooking,” said Beverly.

“Oh,” said Tina. “Are you cooking tomorrow too, Aunt Beverly?”

“Oh, no, Dear. I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Pity about that,” said Grampa.

“But soon!” said Aunt Beverly. “Debbie and I are going together next week.”

“Really?” asked Tina. “How come you can’t go with Mom and Gramma?”

Beverly shook her head. “Unfortunately Uncle Josh had to nix it for us. He had an emergency and cannot be here this weekend, or we would.”

“Another Mother-Daughter Roasting,” said Jeanine dreamily, causing Tina and Lana to exchange glances. “Hey!” said Jeanine. “How come you’re still here?”

“I’m not going to the game,” said Lana.

“Why not?”

“Uhm, Tina and I…” Lana looked to Tina for help.

“We have a project we have to do,” said Tina.

“On Kobe,” said Officer Ron. “It’s alright, hun. It’s pretty important stuff. There will be other games.”

“Where are your sisters?” asked Jeanine.

“They left early,” said Lana.

“TINA!” called Dana from upstairs. “Can you come up here for a minute?”

What now? Tina thought as she rolled her eyes, knowing Dana was going to ask a favour involving turd-face.

“Coming!” Tina called back and made her way upstairs.

“Hey!” said Dana. “Can Debbie borrow your lingerie for the game? You’re not going, right?”

I knew it!

“But I just got them!” Tina protested.

“Tina, you already said you don’t want to go to the game! C’mon, please?”

Now, Tina loved all her sisters, and had a real affection for Dana… but sometimes, SOMETIMES, she just wanted to scream at her clueless blonde twin.

“Please?” Dana begged.

Lana appeared at Tina’s side. “You won’t need them tonight, Tina.”

Oh god, Lana, you’ve no idea who you’re siding with! But Dana’s puppy dog brown eyes were so difficult to say no to…

“Oh, all right!” Tina said, reaching back and unclasping her beautiful new shimmering lacy bra, and slipping out of her matching panties.

Debbie peaked out of the bathroom, modestly wrapped in Tina’s favorite fluffy blue towels! Even with that insult it still occurred to Tina: she couldn’t remember ever having seen Debbie naked, though she and her sisters seemed to end up nude in front of Debbie all the time…

“Tina,” said Debbie. “You do look yummy!”

“Yeah,” Tina said. “I’m so sure!”

“She’s right, Dear,” said Gramma, who emerged wearing Mom’s new pearly white lace with her omnipresent string of pearls for adornment and blue pumps. She looked positively lovely in her near nakedness.

“You look as beautiful as your mother,” said Gramma.

Tina had never been one to blush at a complement, nor was she in any way demure, as she’d demonstrated t Mr. Daniels incessantly. But at Gramma’s comment, she felt truly naked, and her creamy flesh went pink as her arms moved to cover herself most selfconciously.

“I’ll have to find something to put on,” Tina said, feeling terribly naked.

“Don’t,” Gramma said. “Please. Let everyone see you.”

Surreality became acute. It was as frightening and alluring as the blank culling licenses. As the thought of a long, cold spit… She held Gramma’s gaze for a moment, then turned and carefully felt her way downstairs, almost afraid she’d tumble.

Tina found herself on the kitchen landing gazing at Mom and Jeanine engaged in a passionate liplock for several moments.

“That’s beautiful,” Tina breathed, forgetting her own nakedness in those moments.

Mom and Jeanine’s faces parted and turned to Tina, both pairs of eyes growing wide.

“Christina Lane Cokely!” Mom breathed. “You’re naked!”

“It’s okay, Martha,” said Lana from behind Tina. “Gramma asked that she stay naked.”

“She did?” asked Mom.

Tina nodded.

“What happened to your new lingerie?” Mom accused.

“Debbie’s borrowing them,” Tina said defensively. “She’s going to the game and Dana said Debbie had nothing to wear.”

“Oh,” said Mom.

“Calm down, luv,” Said Jeanine, stroking mom’s back. “She looks good in her skin.”

“Good enough to eat,” grinned Lana.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” said Mom.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Dear,” Gramma said as she arrived downstairs. “Tina likes the attention. She always did.”

“Well,” said Mom. “That’s true.” Tina, for her part, wanted to protest, but thought better of it.

“Well,” said Gramma. “I’m off to this football match, and I’ve never so much as watched a game in my life.”

“Dana knows football,” said Tina, grateful for the change of subject. “She’ll explain it. It’s actually fun once you understand what you’re seeing.”

“I suppose,” said Gramma. “I must speak with your grandfather. I shall see you soon,” and with that, Gramma left the Kitchen even as Debbie and Dana arrived.

“Are you off?” Mom asked.

“Yes, Mom!” Dana said.

“Don’t get into trouble, and have fun!”

“Thanks Mom! Bye guys!”

Tina hugged herself.

“Why don’t you girls go visit with your Aunt Beverly,” said Jeanine. “We’ll be right out.”

“Okay,” said Lana, taking Tina’s hand and leading her into the front room.

On the couch, Daddy sat reading what Tina thought was her copy of the Kobe sheets with Aunt Beverly sitting beside him. “…The meat girl will nearly be asleep when her back is relaxed. At this point, you may roll your meat girl over and begin massaging her thighs and pelvis… Tina, why are you naked?”

“It’s alright, Dear,” Gramma, who was in the corner with Grampa. “I told her to go nude.”

“Oh.”

“Hi, Tina!” said Aunt Beverly. “Are you really going to massage your mother?”

“I hope so,” said Tina.

“I wish I could get one,” said Beverly. “But I guess you have to be on the menu to get a massage around here,” she grinned. “Who’s this lovely thing?”

“Bev, this is my daughter Lana. Lana, this is Martha’s sister Beverly.”

“Nice to meet you, Lana,” Aunt Beverly smiled sweetly.

“Tina,” said Daddy. “In our room, in the closet, you’ll find a comforter. It’s black and green, very thick. Can you go get it?”

“Sure, Daddy,” said Tina. She slipped though the kitchen barely noticed as Mom and Jeanine where whispering to each other about something. She heard the phone ring once as she went up the stairwell before someone, probably Mom, snapped it up. With her parents’ comforter in her arms she could not see ahead of her and had to carefully feel her way downstairs, but once back in the kitchen she saw Mom hand the phone to Jeanine.

“It’s Miley,” said Mom.

Tina loved Miley. She was Naomi’s best friend in the world, and Tina missed her almost as much as she missed Naomi.

“Say ‘Hi’ for me,” said Tina. Mom nodded even as Beverly appeared.

“Tina…” Aunt Beverly asked. “What’s going on?” Tina filled her in. “Listen,” Beverly continued. “I really do need a shower. Can you show me where everything is?”

“Okay,” Tina said. “Let me get rid of this.”

In the front room, Lana was sitting between Officer Ron and Grampa reading her copy of the Kobe sheets as Tina plopped down the comforter.

“Tina,” Lana said. “It says we’re supposed to tie up the girl. Did you know that?”

“No,” Tina said, feeling a bit harried at the moment. “I’ll be right back.” She Slipped back into the Kitchen and led Aunt Beverly up the stairs.

“Do you use oil?” asked Tina as she retrieved a fluffy pink towel and wash cloth.

“Of course,” said Beverly. “Your grandmother taught all of us to do that. I take it your mother passed that on?”

Tina nodded. “We have Peach, Lemon, Apricot, Apple…”

“I adore apple,” said Aunt Beverly. “Can you undo my clasp?” She turned her back to Tina and pulled her hair away revealing that the back of the nit, turtle neck dress had a clasp and a zipper in back. Tina undid the clasp and unzipped it, revealing Aunt Beverly’s creamy bare back. She wore no bra. As the dress slipped off, Tina saw her aunt wore nothing at all underneath. Beverly turned to show off the dark blonde pubic thatch that adorned her mons and Tina’s nipples hardened in spite of herself.

Aunt Beverly smiled.

“So,” she said. “Are you going to volunteer for tomorrow’s roast?”

Tina was instantly wet, and her breasts tingled unbearably.

“You’d look beautiful on a spit.”

“I…” Tina’s body was on fire. Everything, every one, it seemed, was pointing her to volunteering. It had been in the back of her mind since she kissed Mom. “I don’t know,” here eyes roved over Beverly’s nude form.

Aunt Beverly was slightly taller than Mom by about an inch, but with the same hazel eyes and small mouth. That platinum blonde hair was natural, and Beverly’s breasts were more round whereas Tina’s, and Mom’s, tended to be more pointed. At Beverly’s mound, under a rounded belly, she sported what was, in fact, a well groomed dark blonde thatch that dipped under her crotch and covered her cleft fully. Tina flinched as Aunt Beverly touched her arm.

“Why don’t you join me,” she said in a sultry sweet tone. “Help me wash.” As sweetly as it was delivered, it was no less a command by an adult to a teenager.

Obediently, Tina slid into under the cascading warm water and picked up the wash cloth and soap. She barely managed to keep focused, not wanting to embarrass herself as Beverly’s hands kept touching her in her most private parts. Tina went to work, diligently, deliberately and slowly washing away whatever it was that caused Beverly to want a shower.

“It would be a nice gesture to your mother,” said Aunt Beverly.

“Huh?” asked Tina, as she struggled to keep her body from slipping as it reacted to Beverly’s caresses.

“Volunteering, I mean,” said the older woman. “Think about it, alright?”

“Yes, Aunt Bev.”

“Now, which oil do you like?”

Tina did, in the end, manage to keep control as Beverly smeared Peach Oil over her flesh with deft sensuality. She felt as if she was about to be ravished, or was about to beg for ravishment at any moment. By the time she dried, Beverly had a chesure look about her, as if Tina was a favorite dish Beverly was about to devour.

Downstairs, they found only Lana sitting alone in her black Lingerie.

“What happened?” Tina asked. “Where is everyone.”

“I don’t know,” said Lana. “Suddenly they all went upstairs and closed your parents bedroom door!”

“I better go find out,” said Beverly, who had wrapped herself in the big towel. It was the last Tina would see of her, or any of the adults in the house that day.

Tina and Lana could only stare at each other, knowing for certain that what plans they had were dashed.