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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Fifteen - "A Dark Night at the Patterson's"
"That was an incredible feeling, Wendy, fucking your throat like
that," I said when we woke from a nap a half-hour later. I was spooning
her.
She turned around and faced me. I was once again amazed at her
feline movements as she reversed herself and brought her face to mine for a
quick kiss.
"Your welcome, Jake," she said, her hazel eyes sparkling, and it
took me a second or two to realize that she'd called me Jake instead of
Jack. Her lips formed a crooked smile and her eyes were laughing.
"Sophie doesn't do that for you?" she asked. "Deep-throat you..."
"How'd you know?" I asked. "I mean---"
"Little things got me wondering. How you stared at me when I
undressed like it was a new experience. And when we fucked I knew you
were not Jack... when you turned me over and took me from the rear."
"Oh?"
"Jack has this tendency to treat me like I'm a fragile princess or
something. It's kind of strange when you consider his wrestling
experience." I knew what she meant. Jack lost only one match all year,
to a senior who went on to win the state title. He was a relentless force on
the mat.
"Are you angry?" I asked.
She paused a moment and her eyes studied my face. "I'd be lying if
I told you I didn't enjoy this, with you. But I'm a little hurt that Jack...
what, lent me to you? I guess I would have hoped he'd be jealous.
Y'know, so in love with me that he couldn't stand to think about me being
with another man."
Her smile told me that she wasn't as angry as we might have
expected.
"He does love you," I said. "He's crazy about you. But I think it's
different with a twin. We compete over a lot of things, but we're also
extremely close. If he found out that some other Joe was fucking you, I
suspect he'd do his best to rip the poor guy's head off his shoulders."
Wendy smiled and said, "So, twins share everything, huh?"
I shrugged, not liking where this was going.
"Have you pulled this switch with Sophie?" she asked.
I thought about lying but thought better of it. "If I tell you the truth
will you promise me you wont get pissed off and dump Jack. This was my
idea, and he'd be devastated to lose you."
"He's not getting rid of me that easily," she said.
I took a breath and said, "We didn't pull switch with Sophie. The
three of us made love together, once."
"No shit?" she said. Her face showed considerable interest.
"How'd you talk Sophie into that?"
"It was her suggestion," I said. "She's really interested in trying
new things."
"Oh," she said then let out a deep breath. "Jack's so sweet and
polite about it, but I can tell he wants to do more. Do you and Sophie do...
anal?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "It's incredible."
"For you I'm sure it is," she said, shaking her head.
"For Sophie as well," I objected. "She loves it. Why don't you ask
her about it?"
"Oh, sure," she said and blushed this time. "Say, Sophie, I was just
fucking your boyfriend and he suggested I ask you about how it feels to be
fucked up the ass."
I laughed and pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her,
holding her hands in mine over her head. I gave her a quick kiss and said,
"And you could get me in even more trouble by asking her about the time
she fucked the two of us."
"Oh, Boy. Tell me more," she said.
"I've already said too much," I said and kissed her. "I don't think
you'll find a more considerate teacher than Jack. When you decide you're
ready to try anal, he'll do it right. You may not like it as much as Sophie
or... other girls, but you owe it to yourself to try."
"Jack has experience with it?" she asked, trying to worm more
information out of me. I frowned at her and she laughed.
"You're bad," I said and laughed with her. At the same time I
lowered myself down her body and licked her brown nipples.
"What else do you think I should try?" she asked.
"Gee, if I were you I'd give serious thought to a three-way with
Jack and me."
"Boy, that's a surprise," she said and chuckled. I moved back up,
feeling with my cock for her entrance and slid it inside.
"What else?" she said
"A four-way," I said. "Sophie can join us."
"Mmmm," she said as I fucked her.
"I'd love to watch you eating Sophie while Jack fucks you from
behind."
"You're nasty," she said. "And you've forgotten to put on a
condom."
I mentally kicked myself and got up to get a new package and put
the rubber over my cock. When I returned she'd flipped over onto her
stomach, her knees pulled tight next to her hips. This gave me a perfect
view on her cunt and anus. I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock
against her rosette, intending to lower it after a few seconds.
"Don't you think Jack should take me there first?" she said, her
voice husky.
"Uh huh," I said, rubbing my cock in small circles over her anus.
"Besides, it would be a waste of a perfectly good condom."
I lowered my cock and entered her pussy. I returned to the subject
of a four-way with Sophie, Jack and I while I fucked her. "Maybe we
could tie Sophie spread eagle on the bed and you could kneel over her face
and force her to lick you while Jack or I fuck her."
She was breathing hard now and I knew that these images were
playing in her mind as we fucked. I fucked her steadily as I whispered in
her ear all sorts of exciting and nasty things she might do with Jack, or with
Jack and I or with all of us. We came together after twenty minutes or so,
and by the end Wendy was suggesting some nasty things as well.
- o -
The second week at the Victorian was even more hectic than the
first. We were demolishing the first floor ceiling and walls, and had even
more help than before, with Jill there for eight or nine hours a day, Sophie,
Ralph and even little Angela stopping by to pitch in when they could,
Wendy and several guys from the high school. We paid only three dollars
an hour, but it was paid in cash at the end of the day and the spirit of
camaraderie made it a popular job.
Dad couldn't take time off because he and Marion had booked a
three-week honeymoon in Europe and he couldn't justify more time away
from his busy job. The wedding was set for three weeks away. He did
spend his evenings at the house and was a ten minute drive away if we
needed his help with the parade of inspectors, electricians, plumbers and
carpenters. Cathy would come by after her day at work and help out.
I was bone-tired at the end of every ten- or eleven-hour day and fell
asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Except for two quick trips up to
the third-floor with Sophie on Tuesday and Friday, it wasn't much of a
week for sex. Jack did about as well with Wendy who forgave him for
letting me fuck her. He would have done himself better had he been a little
less honest when Angela propositioned him one afternoon, thinking he was
me. But he didn't know about my experiences with Angela or Joan, and
was understandably cautious with the cute piece of jail-bait.
Bill Patterson came my Friday afternoon, ostensibly to pick up
Sophie and Ralph, but also to see the progress we had made. I took him
on a tour of the house ending in the backyard where we kept sodas and a
few beers on ice in a big plastic garbage can in the shade of the elm tree.
"Joan asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night," he
said as we relaxed with our drinks.
"Sounds great," I said. "How's my second favorite Patterson
woman?"
"She's doing fine," he said, "although... if you'll excuse the pun,
she's milking this pregnancy for everything she can."
"Oh, you're bad," I said.
He smiled and continued, "She complains that I don't fuck her
enough, but it's almost every day now, up from once a week two mouths
ago. And she complains that you're too busy to stop by."
"Hell, I'm too busy for Sophie," I said.
He took another swallow of his beer and a thought occurred to me.
"How about Ralph?" I asked.
He looked at me with a quizzical expression.
"Why doesn't Joan fuck Ralph every now and then? The kid must
be getting a pretty warped view of sex with just Angela as a partner. Joan
could---" I didn't finish the sentence because the look on Bill's face told
me
that the relationship between Ralph and Angela was news to him.
"Of course!" he said. "How could I have missed it?"
"You didn't know?" I said, stating the obvious.
"No... but it explains a lot. Sometimes I can be pretty dense."
He finished his beer staring off into the distance and I left him alone
with his thoughts. Ralph and Sophie came up and we calculated their
wages and I paid them, then walked the Patterson's to their car.
"Come by before seven if you can," said Bill as his kids climbed in
the car. Out of earshot of his kids he added, "And get a good night's sleep
tonight, Jake. I've got a suspicion you're gonna need it."
- o -
I slept in Saturday morning, rising at eight, feeling less soreness in
my muscles than was usually the case after a day at the Victorian. After
showering I went downstairs and found Cathy, Jake and Marion sitting
around the kitchen table. Dad, I learned, was at the house supervising the
electrician who was upgrading the service and re-wiring the house.
"Eggs okay?" asked Cathy. It was her turn for breakfast duty.
"Yeah, thanks, Cath," I said and helped myself to coffee.
"Jill with her dad?" I asked Marion.
She nodded, then put her coffee cup down and said, "You guys
notice anything different about her lately?"
"No," I said. "She's been a great help with the house. The kid's
tireless."
"Well, she's trying to impress her brothers," offered Marion. "She's
been asking me questions?"
"About---" said Jack.
"Sex," said Marion.
The image of Ralph popped into my head. I noticed that he and Jill
often teamed up together for certain jobs. My anger rose as I imagined him
taking advantage of the twelve-year old Jill, just as he had with his slightly
older sister.
"She hasn't been touched, has she?" I said, surprising Marion and
Jack with my tone and the color in my face.
"Oh, God no, Jake," said Marion.
I turned to Jack, still angry, and said, "We shouldn't let Ralph
Patterson get anywhere near Jill!"
"Whoa, Jake," said Marion. "Ralph's been terrific with Jill. She
likes him a lot, but not in that way. You have to understand that Jill and I
talk about everything. It's not Ralph that has her asking these questions.
What goes on in the third floor?"
I was given a reprieve from answering as Cathy put a plate in front
of me. I dug into the scrambled eggs and Cathy took a seat.
"We, ah, have a mattress up there," said Jack. "For, um---"
"Never mind," said Marion. "I can imagine. But her questions---"
she stopped and took a sip of coffee. "I've told her all about the birds and
the bees, mind you. Her questions are about, well, other kinds of sex. Oral
sex, anal sex, all sorts of things that a twelve-year old shouldn't be
asking."
"Unless---" I said.
"Oh, Shit," said Jack and we stared at each other over the table.
It was suddenly clear to me and Jack as well, that our young sister-
to-be was somehow spying on our antics in the third-floor room. There
was no other explanation. I rubbed my hands through my hair and thought
about what to do about it. I made up my mind but Cathy beat me to it.
"Jake," she said, "I think you should have a quiet talk with Jill. She
thinks the world of you, and she needs all of what she's seen or guessed put
into perspective."
"Yeh," said Marion, dryly. "And when you're finished with Jill,
Jake O'Leary, come explain it to me."
- o -
I arrived at the Patterson's at quarter to seven. I no longer rang the
doorbell, but instead just walked in. I found Joan, Bill and Sophie out
back. Bill was grilling a large batch of chicken, and Sophie and Joan were
sitting in the patio area.
"You clean up pretty good," said Sophie, who hadn't seen be not
covered in plaster dust in quite a while. I kissed her and then kissed Joan.
"Missed you around here, Jake," said Joan.
"Been kind of obsessed with the house," I said. Remembering the
last time I saw her, when Bill and I sandwiched her in a double fuck I
added, "but the last time I saw you is still vividly clear in my head."
She grinned at me and we talked briefly about how she was feeling
before she excused herself to go inside and finish the salad. Sophie and I
talked about when we might have some time together for something other
than quickies on the mattress in the dingy third floor room at the Victorian.
We were hoping that we'd have more time, privacy and space during the
three weeks that my Dad and Marion would be away. Sophie asked me if I
knew what her Dad was up to. Sophie indicated that he'd been working
down in the basement for most of the day. I shook my head but raised my
eyebrows in mock horror.
We ate dinner in the formal dinning room and everyone was in great
spirits. Until, that is, Bill sprung his surprise on them.
"Ralph, you haven't told anyone that you're fucking Angela, have
you?"
Ralph's jaw dropped open and Sophie and Joan were in a similar
state.
"Because we'd be in a world of hurt if people outside the six of us
knew what went on in this house. I'd be thrown in jail if it was known that
I fuck Angela and Sophie. Your mom could be in trouble for fucking Jake
and having his child." Bill went on in a conversational tone and I looked
around at the mostly stunned faces. Bill concluded his monologue by
repeating his original question to his fifteen-year old son.
"No, dad," he said. "I wouldn't tell anybody about that."
Bill went around the table, getting promises from each of us that we
hadn't told anyone and never would.
"Good," he said. "We're going to have a family treat tonight. Joan,
could you take Sophie and Angela upstairs. Take this with you. It
contains instructions."
Joan and the girls rose from their chairs and departed, Joan taking
the envelope with her. I had no idea what Bill had planned but my cock
was tingling at the possibilities.
"Let's get these dishes done," he said to Ralph and I. Working
together it took less than ten minutes to load the dishwasher and clean up
the kitchen. We followed Bill outside and sat in the Patio.
Ralph had not said more than two words since Bill had announced
that he knew of the sex he was having with Angela. I could tell that he was
nervous and confused about Bill's other admissions. Bill also noticed
Ralph's discomfort.
"Is Angela the only girl you've had?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ralph.
"That will change tonight, son. You're going to fuck Sophie and
your mom, too."
"Mom?" he said, his voice incredulous. "And Sophie?" He glance
at me then returned his full attention to his father.
"Yep. Tell me, how have you had Angela? Just her pussy?"
"Um," he cleared his throat and his face colored. "She, ah, sucks
me off too."
"And you eat her pussy?" asked Bill.
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Have you fucked her ass yet?"
"No," he said, his eyes widening.
"It's a great feeling, fucking little Angela's ass. Would you agree,
Jake?"
"It's quite amazing," I said, remembering the time I fucked her there
after Bill had loosened the way by butt-fucking her for many minutes.
"Would you like to know what's planned for tonight?" he asked.
"God, yes," said Ralph, leaning forward.
"Your mom is preparing herself and the girls right now. They're all
getting enemas. This will clean out their bottoms and leave their anal
passageways relaxed and slippery enough for us to fuck. In about thirty
minutes they'll go downstairs and enter the rec-room in the basement. We'll
follow a few minutes later, get undressed and enter. The room will be dark,
pitch black actually. You, me and Jake will have to crawl around until we
find a partner. You can fuck that girl or have her suck you off, whatever,
but you can't take her ass, not yet. You always have to clean yourself
thoroughly after anal sex and we will not be leaving that room until we've
enjoyed all three of them. The last one you can butt-fuck."
"Jesus," I said and laughed. "And people think I'm imaginative."
Bill answered his son's questions and mine, and we waited until we
heard a sharp knock on the sliding glass door. I looked over and saw Joan
Patterson, dressed in a bathrobe, waving. I waved back and she
disappeared.
"Let's give them a minute and go down," said Bill. Each of us hit
the bathroom to take a leak before descending. In the basement my pulse
quickened when I saw three bathrobes tossed over the dryer. We all
stripped off our clothes and placed them in neat piles near the door. Ralph
stared enviously at the thick rod of my cock. His was hard and stood
about six inches from the brown curls at the base.
"Let's line up. Ralph, you first, then Jake."
I noticed that Bill carried a flashlight in one hand and something
that looked like a remote control device in the other. He flicked off the
light in the basement and the room was now illuminated only from the light
upstairs. At Bill's direction, Ralph opened the rec room door and slipped
inside. I followed him after a few moments and dropped to my knees on
the soft carpet and crawled a few feet forward. I couldn't see I thing, but
if
blackness can get even darker it did when Bill entered and closed the door
behind him. The utter blackness made my sense of sight useless and I
concentrated on hearing, but I had to regulate my own breathing before I
could hear and sense the other five people in the room.
I crawled slowly to the right, intending to circle the room
counterclockwise. After moving several feet I heard a small sound just
ahead of me. I stopped and listened, trying to make out the sounds I heard.
Bodies shifting, rubbing against each other and across the carpeted floor, I
thought. Maybe Ralph has found somebody. I crawled forward slowly
until I sensed movement ahead of me, very close. I reached out and
contacted something, someone. At the same time I heard the a muted
moan, very close, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss being broken as
two people took deep breaths.
"Ralph's found somebody," I thought to myself. "But who?"
My hands felt and found a limb, and then identified it as someone's
arm. I followed it and found the body and another on top. I decided to
give up trying to identify who Ralph had found and was groping with, and
moved off to the left. As I crawled away in search of a partner, I heard a
moan from the couple behind me and heard, or imagined I could hear, the
sound of a cock entering a cunt.
Moving on, I sensed rather than heard someone close to my left.
Reaching out, my hand encountered flesh. A hand came on top of my own,
holding me there, on a thigh I was pretty sure. My other hand reached out
and found the girl's other arm. I rose on my knees and pulled her toward
me, into my chest.
"It's Joan," I thought to myself as we embraced. "No, it's Angela,"
I concluded as I felt her smaller pointy breasts against my chest. Groping
in the darkness I found her head and brought it to mine. My lips found
hers after an awkward moment and we settled into a long, wet kiss. Her
tongue invaded my mouth and darted about and Angela's unique method of
kissing confirmed my identification. We kissed again and again for several
minutes before Angela broke away and lowered her head. My hands
followed her head as it dropped into my lap and took my cock into her
warm mouth.
I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the feeling of her
enthusiastic mouth and tongue as she sucked me. The earlier eerie silence
was now gone, replaced by wet sounds of sucking and kissing, audible
breathing, and, behind me, the sound of hips slapping into hips. Bill had
instructed us to refrain from talking and had done the same to the girls in
his written instructions. All that was left was the sounds of three couples
in this relatively small room as they fucked and sucked each other.
Angela's mouth on my cock felt incredible and I decided I would
cum too soon if I allowed her to continue. It wasn't her technique that had
me so excited so quickly, for she was still learning how to felate. It was
the eroticism of this venue and the cacophony of sex sounds that filled the
room. I pulled Angela off my cock and laid her back on the floor. I
reached out in the darkness and explored her body, finding her firm young
tits with one hand while the other found her sex. Squeezing her ripening
tits with one hand I slid two fingers into her steamy wetness. A soft moan
came from the girl as I drove my fingers into her tightness. As I withdrew
my fingers I pressed them against her erect little clit.
"Oh... Oh... Oh," I heard behind me, from Ralph, I guessed, then
the sound of his cry and he came inside his partner.
This spurred me on and I crawled forward over Angela and
mounted the girl. My cock had no trouble finding her wide open sex and I
eased slowly forward until I was buried in her thirteen year-old cunt,
pressed hard against her cervix. I began to fuck the young girl, silently and
slowly, letting her tight cunt the time to get used to my rod. She showed
me that she had learned something under her dad's tutelage as her body
moved under me, her narrow hips undulating as I stroked into her sex.
I heard another cry of climax in the room, from Sophie I was sure,
and this caused me to quicken my pace and drive my cock in long quick
strokes into the tight cunt beneath me. Angela hips rose each time I
withdrew and pushed forward as I slammed into her wet box, bouncing her
along the spongy carpet. The sounds of passion in the small room and the
feeling of her tight underage pussy soon brought on the tingle in my balls
that told me I was close. Angela's soft mewing sounds increased in
intensity and I hammered into her, oblivious to anything but my impending
release. Angela's cry and the wet effusion on my cock and balls pushed me
over the edge and I groaned as my cock jerked and twitched as jet after jet
of cum blasted forth in her sex.
I rolled the two of us on our sides a few minutes later. Tucked face
to face in the cocoon of darkness, her hot, sweet breath in my face, we
listened to the rhythmic sound of fucking elsewhere in the room. A cry and
a muffled moan soon announced the climaxes of that pair, which I guessed
was Bill and maybe Joan.
We had a lot of sex ahead of us, I knew, but it was very pleasant to
be lying there with Angela in the utter blackness, her face inches from mine
but quite invisible, her fingers playing idly with the hair on my chest.
A few minutes later, with the room once again quite except for the
background noise of our breathing, we all heard a click and saw a TV
screen flash on. It was way up high, near the ceiling, and the small screen
had blue letters against a black background that read,
"INTERMISSION"
I chuckled to myself and heard a few audible laughs. I rose to my
elbow and looked around. The TV offered enough illumination to make out
the room. Bill had removed the chair and table that used to occupy the end
where
Angela and I now lounged. His bondage machine was also gone from it's
usual place at the other end of the room. The only furniture that remained
was the tall metal storage cabinet and, on top of that, a TV/VCR that
carried that single word. In front of the cabinet lay Bill and Joan.
I looked to my left and saw Ralph and Sophie. Ralph was sitting
with his back to the wall and his legs extended in a vee in front of him.
Sophie was sitting, half laying, against him, her back to his chest, her legs
crossed casually at the ankles. Ralph's hands circled Sophie, and his hands
cupped her massive breasts. I could well understand his fascination with
her tits, given his sole experience was with the young, still budding Angela.
Another click was heard and "INTERMISSION" faded away and
was replaced by a scene that was so bright in comparison that it hurt my
eyes. I closed and then reopened my eyes and got used to the relatively
bright light of the screen. The video showed the Anderson master
bedroom, and in the middle of the king-sized bed were Joan Patterson and
my beloved Sophie. The video that followed was only six or eight minutes
long, but by the end my cock was fully recovered and ready for action. It
started slowly as Joan and Sophie kissed and fondled each other. Angela's
audible intake of breath, just next to me, caused me to grin. I stole a
glance at Ralph and saw him staring open-mouthed at the screen. In the
few minutes of the video Sophie and Joan escalated their lesbian scene,
flipping end-to-tail and attacking each other's sex with unmistakable
passion. The video faded out on the final scene with a still of Sophie's
beautiful face in orgasm. and was replaced by the words---
"LADY'S CHOICE"
Sophie acted first, disengaging her younger brother's hands from
her breasts and crawling over to me. She did something that surprised me
when he reached Angela and I. She crawled over Angela, straddling her
younger sister, and lowered her body on hers. I saw movement from the
corner of my eye and glance over to see Joan approaching her fifteen-year
old son.
Sophie pressed her breasts into Angela and leaned down to kiss the
startled girl. I believe she whispered something in her ear before letting
her
up. I saw Angela scamper toward the other end of the room, to her father
who waited, before a third click caused the room to ease again into total
darkness. A second later I felt the familiar feel of Sophie's lips as they
slid
over my cock and she sucked me deep, no doubt savoring the taste of
Angela's juices on my cock.
This second course was much noisier than the first. Bill's
instructions to stay as quite as possible were ignored as passion and
enthusiasm took over.
"Fuck me, Ralph," I heard from Joan, "Fuck your momma's cunt!"
"Oh, Daddy, yes," I heard from the other end of the room before a
loud slap silenced the young girl. For a while at least.
I turned my body and sucked Ralph's cum out of Sophie's cunt
while she licked and sucked my cock. He may have cum quickly from
being in his sexy sister's cunt for the first time, but he left quite a
calling
card. Sophie's cunt was drenched in a sloppy mixture of his and her cum. I
took Sophie from the rear, fucking her hard and fast, driving her from her
position on all fours until her head and arms fell to the floor to better
brace
against my assault, then flat on the floor. I rose on my arms above her and
hammered my cock into her cunt. Sophie came twice before I lost control
and dumped my second load of the evening into a Patterson cunt.
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