Part 12

As with most days, Lana Phillips awoke with no plans at all save to do what was already planned for her. Not only did she take one day at a time, she took life moment by moment. Even with this attitude, she maintained, somehow, a B-Average in her studies and was quite content with her lot and life, connected only to her parents and siblings and, through them, to those they associated with.

Lana’s spur of the moment excursion with Tina this morning was quite typical of Lana’s way, though few knew enough to understand this, even her sisters barely did. Lana’s decision to be spitted with her mother was, likewise, spur of the moment and a response to circumstance. She’d been sitting on Daddy’s lap, enjoying the feeling of his thick erection through his uniform pants when she’d made the decision that she’d not wait for Mom to ask. She knew Mom’s fantasy. The woman had dropped enough hints over the years. She was about to whisper her decision into his ear when her mother called all the adults present: Chester, Donald and Daddy, upstairs. Only a few minutes later Tina and Beverly appeared, and Beverly promptly disappeared with the rest of the adults leaving Tina alone with her, and any plans they had completely shot… which is the way it always went with Lana. Plans never, ever worked out.

But Tina insisted on waiting. She turned on the television and the two watched mindless sitcoms that couldn’t be remembered five minutes after they went off the air. It was a full two hours later that Tina had had enough. She grabbed her mother’s pink housedress to cover her own nakedness, put on a pair of sneakers and turned to Lana.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

Not really, thought Lana.

“Sure.”

Still wearing only her black lingerie and flats, Lana followed Tina out into the balmy Arizona twilight. The stifling heat of the day was lifting with cooler (relatively, but still warm) breezes keeping sticky sweat from forming.

The two girls meandered down the tree lined path between back yards talking little and mostly to express disappointment. They occasionally ran across maudlin Sidewinder fans who lamented a heartbreaking loss to the Obama Ospreys. Fortunately, many pointed out, it was too early in the season for Cheerleaders to be at risk, but the loss was a bad omen, none the less.

Poppyfield was quite a safe town, even at night, and Lana felt no danger at all clad as she was. Were she in Flagstaff, Tuscon, Phoenix or even Scotsdale, she’d have been plucked off the streets by the first gang of ruffians who passed by… but not here. Daddy was part of a very tight Police Dept, and they tolerated no ugliness. Lana could, at least, enjoy the walk on that level. She could be stark naked and be in no danger… soon, however, Lana eased into the new circumstances and managed to thoroughly enjoy the walk and occasional conversation.

Their meandering path took them to places Lana did not recognize in the dark. But the couple up ahead looked familiar. The young man and young woman stopped, looking ready to bolt till Tina put them at ease.

“Hi Bart, Hi Barbie,” Tina said in her unperturbed manner. Lana followed up with a little wave and a friendly smile.

“Hi Gals,” said Bart. “What’s up?”

“Oh,” said Tina. “Just out and about… you?”

“Same.”

“It’s a beautiful night,” said Barbie.

“How’s your sister holding up,” asked Bart, looking concerned.

Lana watched Tina stiffen. “Fine, so far as I know. Why wouldn’t she be?”

“Uh,” said Bart. “I heard she was being culled tomorrow…”

“What!?”

“Who told you that?” asked Lana.

“Uh, Cousin Debbie… she was…”

“That rat bitch! That cunt! I swear…”

“Soooo… it’s not true?” asked Barbie.

“It better not be true,” said Tina, red faced. “If that little lying, backstabbing cunt convinced her to volunteer, I’ll kill her! I swear, I’ll cut her myself!”

Lana had never seen Tina so angry. The girl was pacing back and forth as if she were a caged animal.

“Gee, Tina!” said Bart. “Tell us how you really feel!”

“I don’t think Dana would volunteer.”

“Debbie said something about your Dad taking her cherry…”

“WHAT!?” Now that really set Tina off with a whole lot of screaming about how “My daddy would never do that to his baby girl ever unless she really wanted it…” basically, except at the top of her lungs.

“But why would Debbie lie?” asked Barbie.

“Because she’s a rat cunt!” exclaimed Tina. “It doesn’t matter. A snake is a snake. They act like snakes! I’ll bet Debbie had something to do with you two being together, didn’t she!”

“Well, uh…” Bart began.

“Does it Matter?” asked Barbie.

Tina stopped.

“No,” she said. “I guess not. Much as I’d like to claw your eyes out, Barbie, I guess it’s not your fault… besides… I’ve got a rat cunt to skewer! Lana, can you come with me to the hotel? That’s probably where bitch took her.”

“But she’ll be with your Gramma, won’t she?”

“And that just… if Gramma’s involved, I’ll give her a piece of my mind too… But god, Mom’ll be heartbroken if Dana volunteers.”

“Can we come?” asked Bart, and Barbie gave him a dirty look.

“Why do you care?”

“Because I’m involved, no matter what. I want to help… and so do you!” he turned to Barbie, who pouted.

“You don’t have to come,” Tina said. “Honest. We’ll deal.”

“I’m coming, like it or not,” Bart said.

“Look, Bart. No offense, but you made your choice… you chose Barbie over Dana. Rubbing salt in the wound isn’t going to help…”

“You don’t understand,” said Bart.

“Sure I do.”

“No, you don’t… Barbie, tell them.”

Barbie looked hesitant, and Bart gave her a look. “Okay…” she finally said. “I’m… My Dad’s the junior pastor at the Baptist Church, and he’s giving me to the church to be mounted on Sunday… so Bart can’t be my boyfriend after that…”

“She didn’t want to be a virgin before being mounted,” Bart said… “And I wasn’t going to help her out, but when Debbie said what she did…”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Tina.

“No,” Barbie shook her head. “I’ll be mounted every three months till next November. Then I’ll be part of the thanksgiving feast if one of the parishioners doesn’t buy me as a wife…”

“I heard of that,” said Lana. “They were doing something like that in San Francisco last year… about exactly one year ago… I saw it on TV with my Mom.”

“So… how does this affect Dana?”

“It means I really, really want to make it up to Dana,” said Bart. “And Barbie is not her rival…”

“Much as I’d like to be…”

“Tina,” Lana piped up. “If anything’s going to make Dana happy, it’ll be Bart. You saw her yesterday!”

“Well,” said Tina. “Okay… but Barbie, please stay out of sight when we go in after Dana.”

“Don’t worry,” said Barbie. “Last thing I want is to be in trouble…”

“Okay, then…” said Tina. “Let’s go… which way is the Hotel…”

“That way,” Barbie pointed.

“That way!” Acknowledge Tina.

“What time is it, anyway?” Barbie asked Bart.

“Nearly ten.”

“Oh… I better call my dad soon as I get there. I think there’s a payphone in the lobby…”

“There is,” Lana remembered. “Next to the Rest Rooms.”

“Right!”

“Tina,” said Lana in a low voice. “You sure about Barbie coming with us? I mean, Dana and Barbie don’t exactly get along…”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time…” said Tina. “When in doubt, go with your gut… which is what I’m doing… hey, Barb…”

“Yah?”

“Who’s that brunette you’re always hanging with?”

“You mean Roberta? Dark Curly Hair, Cheerleader on my squad?”

“Yeah…” said Tina. “She’s always giving me the evil eye…”

Barbara laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“Honey, Berta’s not giving you the evil eye… she’s giving you her version of the ‘Come Hither’ look… she’s our resident dominatrix clam eater… loves to tie girls up, and she wants you in the worst way…”

Lana and Bart burst into barely suppressed snorts and giggles as Tina’s cheeks burned with her slack jaw… The mood lightened considerably by the time the four reached the lobby of the Poppyfield Inn Hotel.

Except for one receptionist, the big, well lit lobby was deserted. A pretty girl who’s nametag read Zoe 0128 manned the reception desk.

“I’m sorry,” said Zoe 128. “I can’t give out room numbers. It’s against the rules.”

“Please?” Tina begged. “I need to see my grandmother. My sister and cousin are in there with her and I’ve got to talk to them!”

“Sorry… no…”

“Hi, Zoe,” said Barbie.

“Oh, Hi Barb.”

“How’s your Dad?”

“Good! He’s good!”

“Hey, listen. We really need to see Mrs. Finney and Tina’s sister. We know they’re here. I’d truly appreciate it if you’d help us out. It’s her Grandmother for goodness sake, and she’s getting spitroasted tomorrow!”

“Look… I…”

“Zoe, I’d be very grateful!”

“Well…”

“Please?”

“Oh, alright! Finney, Chester and Elizabeth, room 518. But there better not be any trouble, Barbie! I’m trusting you!”

“Thank you sooo much!!!” Tina said, and rushed off to the Elevator.

“Where do you know her from?” asked Lana.

“Church… Hey, I’ll stay down here and call my Dad… he’s probably having a fit that I’m not home!” She looked at Lana. “He’d have a fit if I were walking around like that!”

Lana smiled at her, and followed Tina and Bart to the elevator. On the ride up, Tina offered Bart a plan to get the door opened.

Lana was the first out of the elevator and the first to find room 18, she turned to the others and pointed. Bart knocked.

“Room Service,” he called. “Mr. Finney sent up some refreshment.”

There was movement inside, and the door cracked open, revealing Debbie’s face.

Tina flew at her, shoving the door open and Debbie back. The platinum blond Jersey Girl fell back onto her rump and her robe flew open, revealing the phallus she wore between her legs that pointed straight up.

“Tina! What is wrong with you?” cried Gramma.

“Gramma, I hope to god you weren’t part of Debbie’s lies!” sobbed Lana’s friend. “Please tell me you weren’t a part of this!” But the phallus Gramma wore between her legs betrayed her.

Lana got hold of Tina as Bart found Dana curled up nude on the bed, blood oozing from her cleft. Dana’s arms wrapped around Bart’s neck as he gathered her even as her eyes remained squinted shut. Tina shook free of Lana and collected Dana’s shoes and underwear, all she had worn, then noticed her own she’d loaned to Debbie.

“These are mine! They were a gift from my Gramma!” Tina sobbed, and followed Bart out of the room, leaving a trail of dripping blood from Dana.

They said nothing to each other or anyone else until they were outside the lobby and Barbie had joined them.

“My god, what happened?” asked Barbie.

“We don’t know,” said Lana. “But… we don’t know. Is there someplace private we can go?”

“I know a place,” said Bart.

“Okay,” said Tina. “Hey baby,” she cooed to Dana, caressing her forehead.

“Hi Mom,” whispered Dana. “Love you…”

“Mom?” asked Barbie.

“Must be the dress,” said Lana. “It’s their Mom’s.”

“Ah,” nodded Barbie.

Like all the communal back yards in this area the one between Rose and Carnation sported a path lined with trees on either side, mostly Mulberries. Unlike the one behind the Cokely and Phillips homes, this one featured a massive oak tree just at the block’s center, on the south side of the path. It was to the base of this tree Bart led them.

Bart let Dana down till her feet touched the ground but kept her arms around his neck.

“Hang on, Sweetie,” he whispered into her ear, and began to deftly climb the trunk. Tina was on his heels, and Lana mused that Tina’s bare bottom looked ridiculous from below her dress… she followed anyway. A few feet up, Lana found ladder rungs had been nailed to the tree, making climbing much easier, and followed them up what seemed to be quite a distance till she found herself emerging onto a platform high above the ground.

“Wow!” said Lana. The view was impressive. She was at least ten feet, at the platform, above the highest rooftop. With some effort, mostly due to a sense of vertigo, she stood and all of Poppyfield seemed to be in view. Turning, Lana could pick out her home, which was lit up, and the Cokely home, which was dark.

“Wow!” Said Barbie.

“I never knew this was here!” said Lana.

“Not many do,” said Bart. “You can see it from the ground, but it’s not easy. Even harder if you don’t know it’s there!”

Bart was sitting with his back against the tree trunk, Dana curled up in his arms and Tina next to him caressing Dana’s face and shoulders.

“How’d you find it?”

“My grampa built it with my Dad and my Uncle when they were boys,” said Bart. “My house is right there…”

Lana followed Bart’s pointing finger to a good sized home to the south. It was still well lit even at ten thirty at night, as it was.

“My Dad’s probably brooding about the loss today,” said Bart. “I’ll hear all about it tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry,” said Dana groggily, still curled up in his arms.

“It’s not your fault, Babe,” cooed Bart.

Barbie was standing off to one side weeping quietly, most likely over Bart, while Tina was making an effort to get Dana’s things on.

Lana approached Barbie and caressed her back. Barbie moved into Lana’s side and rested her head on Lana’s shoulder.

“I’m really sorry,” whispered Barbie.

“I’m sure you’re forgiven,” said Lana. “Funny how things work out.”

“Yeah,” Barbie replied, glancing over at Bart. “This is where it happened the first time, right?”

“Huh?”

“You know,” Barbie said. “Our dads, and your brother?”

“Oh!” Bart looked away. “Yeah.”

Barbie nodded.

“What?” asked Tina as she finally managed to get Dana’s bra clasped behind her.

“Nothing,” said Barbie. “It’s kinda private.”

“Yeah,” said Bart. “Very.”

“That’s okay,” said Tina as she tied Dana’s right sneaker. “I guess we all have our secrets.”

“Yeah,” said Lana, surprising herself instantly that she’d said it out loud. “We could play Truth or Dare!”

“Let’s not and say we did,” smirked Barbie. “Besides, you already know my secret!”

“Getting mounted is a secret?” asked Lana. “What’s so secret about it?”

“I don’t even know what that is,” said Tina.

Barbie giggled. “She’s so cute when she’s being innocent, drawing a stuck out tongue from Tina.

“Am not!” Protested Tina, with Dana’s other shoe half on. She turned back to her task fitting the shoe and began tying it. “So what is it?”

“Mounting?” asked Barbie. “It’s a sort of sacrament. There’s this totem that’s put up in the church. A girl gets mounted to it and is supposed to have a greater connection to god. Both my Mom and Step Mom have done it.”

“What? Tied to it? Or nailed?” asked Tina.

“Oh, not crucified,” said Barbie. “Mounted… there… uh, there are these dildos sticking out of it… they hold you to it.”

“So you have sex with a stick?”

“Sort of…”

“In church? In front of everyone?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah,” said Lana. “Double penetration,” she said almost to herself, remembering the show she’d seen last year from that San Francisco News program.

“No way!” said Tina.

“Yeah,” said Lana. “Vaginally and anally.”

“It’s intense,” said Dana.

“What is, honey?” asked Tina.

“Anal sex.”

“You had anal sex?” asked Tina.

“Gramma fucked my ass.”

“God!” exclaimed Bart.

“Debbie was so mean to her,” said Dana. “She forced her.” Dana paused. “Tina, don’t tell Mom!”

“I won’t,” said Tina. “I promise.” She caressed Dana’s forehead.

“So, Dana?” asked Barbie. “I’m really sorry… I know I hurt you…”

With that, Bart proceeded to explain the lies Debbie told and Barbie’s situation. At the end of it, Debbie stood on very shaky legs and hugged Barbie.

“I’m sorry I was mean to you,” said Dana, and the two spent the next few moments in tearful apology to each other…

“So,” Barbie said after the tearfest was finally over. “What’s your secret, Tina?”

“I… uh, I’m a virgin…”

“Duh!” said Barbie mockingly.

“We can fix that, if you want,” said Bart with a grin, drawing a swat from Dana as she curled up in his lap again.

“Hey,” Barbie said. “We both lost our virginity on the same day! I just realized that.”

“I know one of Tina’s secrets!” said Lana, for which Tina gave her a dirty look. “Oh, c’mon, Tina! It’s not that bad.”

“Okay,” said Barbie. “Spill.”

Lana looked at Tina, who shrugged.

“Go ahead,” said Tina.

Lana took a breath. “Tina’s been begging Mr. Daniels for a spanking!”

The group laughed, including Tina.

“That’ll send Berta over the edge,” said Barbie.

“Who’s Berta?” asked Dana.

“Barbie’s friend,” said Lana. “The dark haired cheerleader who always leers…”

“She doesn’t leer,” defended Barbie. “She admires with a serious face… inappropriately…” the group laughed again.

“My secret is my mom,” said Lana. “She has this fantasy about being spitted with me or one of my sisters…”

“That’s your mom’s secret,” said Tina.

“Yes,” Lana said. “But I’m going to do it.”

“Really, Lana?” asked Barbie. “You’re volunteering?”

“Yes,” said Lana. “I’ll even eat my Mom’s pussy if she let’s me.”

“Oh God! That’s hot!” said Barbie.

“Would you do your Mom?” asked Bart of Barbie.

“If she were still alive,” Barbie affirmed. “She got butchered when I was five,” she explained to the others.”

“How about you, Tina?” asked Bart.

“I’ll… I have another secret.”

“Spill!” said Bart.

“I frenched kissed my Mom… and I liked it…”

“You did not!” protested Dana. “You kissed Mom??”

“I did.”

“Her mom is so beautiful!” said Lana. “Tina looks a lot like her.”

“So’s your Mom!” said Tina.

“Even your Grandmother is hot, Tina,” said Bart.

“Don’t’ even mention her, please!”

“Sorry,” apologized Bart. “But would you eat your Mom’s pussy?”

Tina was thoughtful, then she nodded. “Yeah…”

“I would, too,” said Dana. “If she wanted me to.”

“Would you suck you’re Dad’s cock?” asked Bart looking at Dana.

“Uh…” Dana hesitated. “I guess.”

“I’ve never even seen one,” said Tina.

“I’ve seen my Dad naked,” remembered Lana. “It’s scarey! Would you suck you’re Dad’s cock, Barbie?”

“I already did,” said Barbie.

“You did not!” protested Lana. “You said you were a virgin!”

“I lost my cherry…” Barbie said. “But Papa didn’t fuck me. But my step mom decided me and my sisters needed to learn to give head… so we did.”

“Wow,” said Tina. “You win! That’s a big secret!”

The look exchanged between Barbie and Bart was enigmatic, and gave Lana pause. But she also noticed that neither Tina, nor Dana had observed it.

Lana cocked her head. “So…. What is your deep, dark secret, Bart?”

“Uh…” hesitated Bart.

“Bart has no secrets,” said Barbie. “He’ll get any girl he wants, if he ever figures out how incredibly hawt he is… but he just doesn’t get it…”

“That’s not true!” said Bart. “I just know what kind of girl I want.”

“What kind of girl?” asked Dana.

Bart grinned and kissed her cheek.

“Awe!” chorused the others, including Barbie.

“That’ll send Melanie over the edge!” said Tina.

“Who?” asked Barbie.

“My baby sister. Very romantic.”

“Okay,” said Bart. “So… can I trust you guys?”

“Yes!” chorused Tina and Lana.

“Bart,” said Barbie. “Be careful.”

“Okay… I mean, if you end up hating me, can I still trust you guys?”

Tina and Lana exchanged glances.

“I mean,” said Barbie. “You can’t tell anyone ever!”

“Is it that bad?” asked Lana.

“Let’s put it this way,” said Barbie. “If you ever do, Bart will end up on a spit!”

“Seriously?” asked Tina, Barbie nodded.

“Okay,” said Tina. “I swear, I’ll never, ever tell anyone.”

“So do I,” said Lana.

“Babe,” said Dana. “I do too. But only tell if you really want to.”

“I really do…” said Bart. “Uh… okay, here goes. I’m not a virgin.”

All four girls groaned.

“No,” said Bart. “I’m serious!”

“As if we didn’t know already,” smirked Tina.

“No… wait…” protested Bart.

“That’s okay, Bart!” said Tina. “Everyone knows how squeaky clean you are!”

Looking subdued, like a chastised little boy, the star quarterback bit his lower lip and was silent. But Barbie knoticed again how he and Barbie exchanged glances.

Tina, meanwhile, had turned her attention back to Dana, who was now sitting between Bart and her sister leaning on the trunk of the massive oak.

“It’s so nice ehre,” Lana changed the subject. “Pity we didn’t know about it sooner.”

“Is it okay if we come up here, Bart?” asked Dana. She looked positively exhausted, with deep circles under her eyes and slightly slurred speech.

“Sure,” said Bart. “Any time.”

“Check this out,” said Barbie. At the edge of the platform, a swing arm was attached to one of the thick branches. She swung it out to reveal a winch with a rope coiled on it. At the end of that rope was a 2x4 with a hole in its middle for the rope to pass through, and a knot below, creating a swing seat.

“It’s an elevator!” Barbie grinned.

“Yeah,” said Bart. “My Dad made it for my mm when she was pregnant with my older sisters.”

“I’d love to bring my Mom up here,” said Lana. “She’d love this.”

“Yeah,” said Barbie. “My Mom sure did.”

“You brought your Mom here?” aked Lana.

“No,” said Barbie. “Bart’s mom did. My Mom and his were pretty close.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“That’s our house,” Barbie pointed to the house exactly opposite the yard from the Haskell home. “I’ve got twelve sisters and a baby brother. It’s kind-of a madhouse in the morning. But my stepmom is nice.”

“Twelve?” asked Tina.

“Cindy’s youngest litter is five. She had four of three each and my brother came in the first one.”

“I never met any of your other sisters,” said Lana.

“Well,” said Barbie. “Most of my birth Mom’s didn’t make it through their junior year in high school. One of my Mom’s eldest is married and another is in her senior year at a Christian College in California. Both of them are twenty one.”

Lana then told Barbie about her own sisters Miley and Madeline and the four sisters she’d had who’d been culled.

“And I’m next,” smiled Lana.

“You scared?” asked Barbie.

“Terrified!”

Barbie sighed. “I kinda wish you could be there Sunday in Church…” Barbie looked at her watch. “Oh God! It’s nearly eleven! I need to get home!”

“I’ll lower you down,” Bart stood up.

“Papa wasn’t happy about my being out so late,” said Barbie as she straddled the rope swing.

“Should I go with you?” asked Lana.

“Uh…” Barbie was thoughtful. “Okay, sure.”

Bart manned the crank and carefully lowered Barbie the terrible distance to the ground, then quickly cranked it back up for Lana. Shakily, Lana straddled the rope and sat on the worn wooden seat, heart beating in her throat.

“Scared?” asked Bart.

“Yes,” said Lana emphatically.

“Don’t be,” Bart smiled. “It’s okay. It’s safe. I’ll let you down nice and easy!”

Easy meant agonizingly slowly. All the way down Lana’s pulse pounded her ears. When her feet finally touched the ground she was shaking so hard she almost lost her balance.

“You okay?” asked Barbie, catching Lana and helping her steady.

“Sure,” Lana nodded, trying to convince herself. “I’m okay.”

“Com on,” Barbie nodded toward her own home. “It’s just up here,” and Lana followed Barbie the twenty paces to the back door of the LeClerk home.

“Uhm,” Barbie said as she went to open the back door. “We’re, uh… we’re Christian NudistsI hope you don’t mind. I’m not allowed to wear cloths inside… do you mind taking those off when we get in?”

On the face of it, Lana had no issue with nudity. Her mother and all her sisters walked around the house naked all the time… but not out of habit, just when necessary.

“I didn’t know there was any such thing as a Christian Nudist,” Lana said.

“Yeah,” said Barbie. “It’s a small community. Every year we go to the Eden Two retreat in Mexico for a couple of weeks, then on t Africa for Papa’s missionary work. We’re breaking ground on Eden Three in the British Congo next year….”

“Is that in Africa?”

Barbie nodded. “Like I said, we go to Africa every year for at least a month. Converting the heathen, you know...” Barbie smirked.

Lana smiled at that while reaching back to unclasp her black lace bra. Barbie, meanwhile, opened the door to a very dark passageway. Barbie flipped on the light to reveal a narrow hallway with a laundry room on the right and a large kitchen on the left, both unoccupied. However, even in this functional part of the house Lana could see two things would dominate. The first was a very clean sense of style. The kitchen appliances and the front loading washer and dryer sparkled like showroom models. The walls up to the chair rail were made of rich dark wood paneling. Under coffee cream painted walls above. The popcorn ceilings were white and imbued with glitter, while the floor was granite tile.

The second thing was the African accents, such as the ebony carvings and mahogany masks interspaced with group photos of natives and missionaries, always nude (save for the occational ostritch feather adornments) that decorated this hallway.

“Is that you, Barbie?” asked a breathy feminine voice.

“Yes, Mom,” called’ Barbie singsong like. “I have a friend with me.” Barbie had already doffed her teal cheerleading outfit and shoes in what seemed a single expert motion.

Lana tried to slip her panties over her shoes, but gave up when she almost fell, and kicked them off and picked them up, then followed Barbie’s very firm glutes into the living room.

The hall opened into a very large living area with the front Double Doorway in a recess directly ahead and a staircase to the right leading back over the laundry room. To the left was very ornate dining table with a multitude of stools instead of chairs packed around it. Two hutches displayed fine china behind glass doors with more African art.

To the right was L shaped sofa upholstered in naturally dark girlskin sitting away from the wall with a walkspace behind it and more African artwork and photographs between the light beige drawn curtains. The sofa had two naked women seated upon it, of which one was a short Hispanic woman with dark skin and a belly great with child. The other was tall, slender and redheaded with white, white skin and pink tips on egg shaped breasts. Asside from her perky little nipples her breasts had no colour at all. Even her areola seemed non-existant.

To Lana’s left, on a wall table facing the front door was what amounted to an altar with Christ crucified. But unlike crucifixes lana had seen before, this depiction had Christ looking up to the sky in appeal, rather than down toward the ground in death. He was also quite naked, his beautifully painted bisque porcelain body sported a delicately detailed erection Lana found strangely appealing, with three additional figures at the base. To Christ’s left, two women, Mary was bare breasted and dark haired knelt with the nude, redheaded and pregnant Mary Magdelene. To Christ’s right stood St. Longinus a fabulously detailed Roman Centurion holding a spear poised to pierce Christ’s side.

Beyond the altar was another recessed area around which appeared a stocky, balding man of about forty years. He had a bit of a pot belly and enormous, softball sized testes over which hung a bulbous penis that was at least half erect. It was perhaps six inches long and as thick as Lana’s wrist.

“Bart,” the redhead was getting up as Lana turned the corner. “How about… oh!”

“Bart’s not here,” said Barbie. “Mom, Dad, this is my friend Lana Phillips. Thanks Eva,” she said to the pregnant latina who took Barbie’s things and promptly disappeared upstairs.

“Well, hello!” said the naked man, who held a jar of petroleum he shifted to his left hand in order to offer Lana his right one. “I’m Pastor Bob,” he said. “And this is my wife Cindy.”

“Nice to meet you, Pastor Bob,” Lana said.

“Where’s Bart, honey?” asked Cindy.

“He’s taking care of his Girlfriend,” said Barbie.

“What girlfriend?” asked Pastor Bob with furled brow.

“Dana Cokely,” said Barbie.

“The vixen you told us about?” asked Cindy.

Barbie looked toward Lana, her normally healthy complexion almost as white as Cindy’s breasts.

“She…” said Barbie. “She’s actually really nice. And Bart’s really into her…”

“Awe, honey,” Cindy came to Barbie and embraced her. “I’m so sorry…”

Barbie sobbed twice, but exercised good self control and managed to stiffen her demeanor as she extricated herself from her stepmother’s arms.

“They’re actually really cute together,” said Barbie. “She’s really sweet, I think…” Barbie sniffed. “She’s the reason I’m late.”

“Barbie helped us rescue Dana…” said Lana, and the two proceeded to describe events. By the end, both pastor and Mrs. LeClerk stood slack jawed.

“It’s the mark of a good Christian to reach out to your enemies,” said Pastor Bob. “But it’s a shame he wasn’t able to take your virginity…”

“Oh,” said Barbie. “But he did.”

“He did?”

“Yes,” Barbie said. “Right after the game…”

“Well, Wonderful!” Pastor Bob broke into a grin that split his fleshy face. “Thank goodness! I was afraid I’d have to do it!”

“No, Daddy.”

“Lana,” asked Mrs. LeClerk. “Will you be coming to Barbara’s mounting on Sunday?”

“Uhm,” said Lana. “I don’t think I can.”

“Oh?” asked the woman. “Prior engagement?”

“Well… I…”

“Lana’s going one of the roasts at the big picnic tomorrow,” said Barbie.

“The one we’ve heard about?” asked Pastor Bob. “I wish we could come. You look like you’ll be delicious.”

“You can’t come?”

“We don’t go to outside events unless we’re invited,” Mrs. LeClerk said.

“Oh,” said Lana. “Then please, do come. I invite you. Bring your family!”

“We’d be delighted!” said Pastor Bob. “Goodness gracious, this will be a treat. “

“It will be wonderful to see you off,” said Mrs. LeClerk. “I’m sorry we did not meet you before now. I would have liked to get to know you better. Some of Barbara’s friends are… a bit off the wall.”

“She’s talking about Berta,” said Barbie, rolling her eyes.

“Oh,” Lana said, completely disinterested in Berta. Instead, she her eyes settled on the elaborately sculpted crucifix with the savior nude and aroused.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Pastor Bob after a moment.

“Yes, it is!” agreed Lana. “Where did you get it?”

“I had it made. I met this old man in Africa years ago. Somata is his name. The locals call him ‘Master Somata.’ Anyway, after knowing him a while I finally asked him if he’d carve something other than the totems he was famous for. He asked me what I had in mind and I told him. He carved these, by the way.”

Pastor Bob pointed to two photographs to the side of the crucifix. Each was of an intricately carved totem with a woman mounted and impaled upon it.

“This one is my first wife, Barbie’s mother. That was about twelve years ago. Then two years ago he carved this one for Cinthia, her first private totem. Of course, she was mounted on my first wife’s before, that I have on the wall over there.”

“Wow,” said Lana.

“The kicker: Somata is blind.”

“No way!”

“Yep. Anyway, I described what I envisioned to him and he seemed very, very enthusiastic about what I described. That was a year ago. Two months ago, this arrived,” Pastor Bob indicated the crucifix.

“It’s amazing,” Lana said. “The detail is beautiful.”

“Exactly, the man is truly touched by God!”

“Very much so,” said Mrs. LeClerk. “Lana, may I ask what time you think we should arrive?”

“I’m not sure,” Lana said. “I think people will probably be there around ten-ish… I think. You could call us in the morning. I’ll give you the Cokely’s number.”

Mrs. LeClerk led Lana to the kitchen and took down both the Phillips and Cokely home phone numbers. She also handed Lana several cards which listed her husband as head Pastor and her as secretary of the Poppyfield Christian Nudist Association.

“It would be so nice if we could come in the nude,” said Mrs. LeClerk.

“Well,” said Lana. “Martha, who is sort of the hostess, told Mrs. Blakely that she could come naked if she wanted to… so I think it would be okay if you did. I mean, it’s not like I get to wear anything…”

“Maybe you could say the benediction for them, Darling,” suggested Mrs. LeClerk to her husband.

“I’ll ask if it’s appropriate tomorrow,” said Pastor Bob. “Lana, could you please tell young Mr. Haskel he’s too come straight here as soon as he’s free tonight… that is, as soon as his girlfriend condescends to part with his company…”

“Yeah,” said Lana, sensing she was being dismissed. “Sure.”

“Goodnight, Lana,” Mrs. LeClerk said, confirming what Lana felt. “It was certainly nice to meet you.”

Lana took her hand, smiled, and let Barbie escort her to the back door. When the cheerleader handed Lana her lingerie and shoes, Lana was suddenly reminded she was completely naked and quickly put them back on.

“Thanks, Lana,” said Barbie.

“For what?”

“You saved me from a spanking. See you tomorrow?”

“I hope so,” Lana said, accepting a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Night!”

“Wow,” said Lana out loud to herself after the door closed behind her. “Weird!”

At the base of the tree, Lana found Tina sitting and making a show of twiddling her thumbs with an annoyed expression.

“What’s up?” asked Lana, who saw Tina jump.

“Oh God! Don’t do that! Scared me half to death!”

“Tina, you were looking right at me as I walked up!”

“I was not!”

“Yes…. Nevermind… where’s Bart and Dana?”

“Up there,” said Tina. “In the throws of passion,” she said expressively. “Three was a crowd, you know.”

“Oh,” Lana said, and sat down beside her friend.

“Our plans got fucked,” Tina said after a time.

“Yeah,” agreed Lana.

“I’m going to get that bitch.”

“Barbie’s nice,” said Lana.

“Not her! Debbie!”

“Oh… yeah.”

Above them, the branches creaked. The two looked up to see Dana descending on the “elevator.” Lana and Tina rose and met Dana as her feet touched the ground. The blonde was aglow with a ridiculous and deliriously happy smile.

“Tina,” Dana said. “Do you know what heaven is like?”

“What, honey?”

Dana put her hand behind Tina’s neck and planted a deep kiss on her sister’s lips. That lasted long enough for Bart to catch them in the act as he made it to the ground.

“Wow!” he said.

“Yeah!” Lana agreed. “Wow!”

Tina looked as If she’d been drugged when Dana finally released her from that assault.

“I think we better get home,” said Dana. “It’s getting cold.”

“You’re right,” said Lana. “I’ve got gooseflesh. Oh, Bart. Pastor Bob wants you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Lana shook her head at the hint Bart just gave her. “What I mean is, he wants you to go straight to see him. That is, if ‘his girlfriend condescends to part with your company…’”

“Oh,” Bart said. “You guys okay getting home?”

“Yes, babe,” said Dana. “We’re just over there a couple of blocks.”

The trio said goodnight to Bart and meandered home. Dana seemed to have her strength back, and walked home as if she’d just been infused with a divine energy… perhaps she was. They walked speaking not at all, all the way to the Cokely back door.

Once there, Lana stood at the edge of the Cokely’s deck watching Tina and Dana enter the house. Through the kitchen door, she could hear and make out movement and heard a chirp of surprise from more than one woman.

“Lana,” said her mother’s voice. Mom poked her head out the door, and found Lana. “Come in! Its cold out here!!”

Lana hurried in, having received the invitation she desperately craved, and rushed into her mother’s arms, returning the embrace with more passion than she thought herself capable of.

“I thought I missed out on my massage!” Mom said.

Martha stood nearby, unselfconsciously nude, fixing tall glasses of pink lemonade. Martha’s sister, Aunt Beverly stood quite self-consciously nude attempting to hide her privates and her breasts with hands and arms all the while blushing bodily.

“So, Mom!” Tina was saying. “We had this thing planned…”

“I know, darling,” Martha said, kissing Tina’s cheek. “I know. In the morning, I’m all yours. Daddy won’t have the energy to interrupt us, I promis. You and Dana can have me all to yourselves.”

“Great!” said Tina giddily.

Martha picked up the tray of Lemonade glasses and thrust it toward Beverly, who reluctantly took it, and headed upstairs.

“Lana,” Martha said. “Feel free to spend the night. Use one of my eldests’ beds in the girls’ room.

“Thank you, Martha,” said Lana.

“You two, you need to sleep or you’ll be hell to get up in the morning… Go! Now!”

“Okay! Okay!” protested Tina. “I’m going!” and she followed Dana upstairs as she was being chased by Mrs. Cokely.

Finally! Mom and Lana were alone. Mom moved to follow Mrs. Cokely, but Lana caught her arm.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I… Mom… I want to go with you tomorrow.”

“With me? What does… oh!” Mom looked Lana square in the eye then finally ran her fingers through Lana’s blonde hair. “Are you sure? “

Lana nodded, then in a quick, fluid motion, threw her arms around her mother’s neck and planted a kiss on Mom as if it her life depended upon it.

“Mmm! Mm-mm-mmmm!” Protested Mom. “Easy, Girl! Like this!”

Mom kissed Lana back, hard, with a loving authority, but slow, deliberate and powerful. Lana succumbed, letting Mom take the lead and feeling herself become submissive to her mother. She ran her hands down Mom’s bare body and slender hips and over Mom’s bubble bottom.

“Oh! God!” Mom’s whole body shuddered as Lana’s fingers caressed the tender soft flesh of Mom’s bare bottom. Lana flinched at the reaction but Mom held her head in both hands and forcibly kissed Lana almost to the point of suffocating her.

“Are you sure?” Mom asked when she came up for air. She was holding Lana tightly, pressing Lana’s body into her own.

Lana hesitated, fear suddenly welling up in her belly. But Mom’s hopeful expression made the decision. Lana nodded.

“Oh! God,” Mom said again and again, she consumed Lana’s mouth.

Lana’s senses reeled from the amorous attack, letting Mom do whatever she wanted and accepting all the attention as if she were a love starved puppy. Mom began covering Lana’s face with kisses the way she did when Lana had been a very, very good girl. The motherly attention made Lana feel easier even as her bra was unclasped and was drawn away by Mom. Mom’s hands were now on Lana’s breasts, as were Mom’s eyes. The intense attention was as if it were an appraisal by a true expert looking for the slightest flaw. Lana sighed as the touching sent tingles through her breasts and up and down her body. Lana gasped when Mom’s lips engulfed her left nipple and sucked so hard Lana thought it might pop off. Mom soon moved to Lana’s right breast and gave it the same attention before she finally dropped to her knees. Mom covered Lana’s belly with kisses and put her thumbs under the waistband of Lana’s panties… suddenly, Mom hesitated.

Lana, her knees week, her belly filled with butterflies was lost in the moment. Even though she was staring straight into her mother’s eyes as they looked up, Lana was only barely aware, if she was aware at all, that Mom had suddenly stopped. Mom put her attention back on Lana’s belly, and ran her fingers over it. With her index finger, she traced the line from Lana’s sternum to the waistband of her panties, then looked up again.

“Honey,” Mom said. “They’ll cut you open… they’ll take out your organs… then they’ll stuff you with spiced bread cubes… then they’ll run a spit through you… You’ll cook… alive… till your life ends…. Are… are you sure?”

“Yes!” Lana blurted breathily, surprising herself with the assuredness of her own answer.

Mom’s eyes were wet. Her mouth formed the words “thank you!” She kissed Lana’s belly again and drew Lana’s panties down till they were halfway down Lana’s thighs. Mom kissed the bare skin of Lana’s mound which caused Lana a thrill so powerful it forced a high pitched gasp.

As Mom kissed and caressed Lana’s sex, Lana closed her eyes, and was again lost in the sensations. When she opened them again, she saw her father standing in front of her at the base of the staircase, quite nude and with wide, surprised eyes. Lana’s own eyes went wide as she saw him, but Mom’s attentions forbade her do anything about it. Dad sported a girthy erection under the bulbous belly so out of place on his otherwise fit body. Lana’s eyes locked with Dad’s and remained locked as Mom’s fingers slid inside her, forcing another gasp, even as Mom found her hymen.

“Honey,” Mom said with surprise in her voice. “Your still a virgin!”

Dad stepped forward, startling Mom, and took Lana into his arms, and kissed her.

“Honey… I…” Mom was embarrassed. “Lana… she wants…”

“I know,” Dad said. “I heard…”

“You did?”

“I heard,” he repeated.

“Is that okay, Daddy?” Lana asked.

He nodded. “It’s perfect.”

Daddy gathered the two of them into his arms. Lana’s virginity survived scant minutes beyond that loving embrace.