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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 Nine - "The Plan Comes Together"
I got a call from Joan Patterson Saturday afternoon.
"He went for it," she said after introductions.
"No kidding? That's great!"
"Not only that," she said, "we had the best sex in years last night."
She giggled and added, "and this morning."
"That's terrific," I said. She told me she had made reservations in
Bill's name at the Inn for the following weekend. We discussed some
additional details and tied up the loose ends.
"Do you forgive me for what I did to you," I asked, referring to my
assault on her ass and cunt in her kitchen.
"Yes," she said, "but only 'cause I know your heart's pure."
I laughed and said, "You should know me better than that. It took
a superhuman effort on my part not to, ah, take you right then."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "And my point remains,
you could have fucked me," she emphasized the term that I had been too
polite to name, "but you didn't."
"I may still," I said. I heard a sharp intake of breath on the phone
and dropped the bombshell. "Sophie wants me to have an affair with you."
"No!" said Joan.
"Yes," I said. "She's worried about you... about you and Bill."
"Did you tell her about Bill? What we're up to?"
"No, maybe I should," I said.
There was a long pause before she said, "Maybe you shouldn't."
My cock stiffened in my pants as I considering the implications of
what she was saying. She wanted to keep Sophie in the dark about our
plan so that she'd allow or even encourage Joan and I to have sex.
"I think I see your point," I said after a brief delay.
"Good," she said. "How did you respond when Sophie suggested
we have an affair?"
"I admitted that I wanted to fuck you," I said, "but she knew that
already."
"She did, huh," said Joan.
"Yes," I said. "While we were talking I had my cock buried in your
daughter's cunt, and every time she mentioned your name... well, she could
feel my reaction."
"My goodness, Jake," she said. "You think of me while you fuck
my daughter?"
"Not usually, no," I said. "But she brought you up."
Joan laughed and said, "I'm crestfallen. But you haven't answered
my question---how did you respond."
"Right then, I told her I'd think about it. Later... it came up again."
"Oh?"
"I should set the scene. Sophie was asking about all the different
kinds of sex, including three-ways. Sophie was intrigued with having
another man and I was teasing her about wanting another women to join
us. Anyway, we began fucking again---"
"Which way," interrupted Joan, her voice unsteady.
I smiled to myself and decided to embellish the story. "Sophie was
on all fours and I was behind her, fucking your daughter like a dog."
"Oh!" said Sophie's mom.
"Real hard, just slamming my cock into her cunt... rutting into her...
feeling the walls of her cunt pulse around my cock as I fucked her like a
bitch in heat."
I paused and heard Joan's breathing in the phone.
"And?" said Joan after a delay.
"And I told her how she could be eating a woman's cunt while I
fuck her, or how another woman could lie beneath her and eat Sophie's
cunt while I fucked Sophie's ass."
"Oh, God!" cried Joan.
"I suggested that the other woman be you, Joan. I told Sophie that
I wanted the two of us to have an affair with you."
I heard a sharp intake of breath and gently put the phone back on
the hook, ending the call.
- o -
I had Sophie over for an early afternoon supper at my house on
Sunday. Jack and Cathy were there as was Dad and Marion. For the first
time ever, Marion had spent the night and she had that unmistakable well-
fucked look when she came down for breakfast. Cathy and Jack had
fucked as well, I was sure.
"I'm the only guy one who didn't get laid last night," I thought to
myself and hoped that I could find some relief with Sophie later in the day.
The supper was a big hit, all of us talking and laughing. Marion and dad
seemed much more relaxed now that the sex part of their relationship didn't
need to be hidden.
"So, when are you two getting married?" asked Sophie as we sat
around after finishing the meal, drinking coffee.
"I might ask the same question to you, young lady," said my dad in
his best imitation of himself talking to a criminal suspect.
Sophie handled it very well. "You're just as bad as Jake is, always
trying to escape giving a straight answer. Is this in the family genes?"
"Well, it's not in my genes," offered Marion.
"Do tell," said Sophie.
Marion learned toward Sophie and whispered, but all of us could
hear. "He's too set in his ways to ask me. That's my guess. He knows I'll
say yes, and move all my stuff in here, and he'll have to share his bedroom
and bathroom with a woman. Really old guys like Jerry here have a hard
time changing with the times." Marion's voice took on a southern drawl as
she concluded, "He'd rather just compromise my sweet, previously un-
blemished reputation my having me on the side."
My father broke out laughing and we all joined in. When the
laughter ended he got up from his chair and knelt on one knee next to
Sophie. He took her hand in his, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"My dear Marion..." he began.
"Wrong girl," said Sophie, giggling. Dad made a big show of his
mistake, muttered that his eyes were going in his old age, then knelt next to
Marion.
"My dear Marion," he began, again, his voice grave and serious.
"Yes, dear?"
I for one expected him to ask her to take out the trash or something
but he surprised me and said, "Would you end my sufferin' by agreein' to
accept this humble and heartfelt offer of marriage."
Watching Marion's face, I could tell she was surprised as well.
"Would you agree to become my wife?" This was offered in his
usual tone of voice. He wasn't kidding.
Marion paused for just a second before saying, "Shit yes, Jerry."
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Marion, you know my rules about not
swearing in front of the kids."
Bedlam ensued, as we all rushed to congratulate the two of them.
- o -
Sophie and I managed to sneak up into my room a half-hour later,
while dad and Marion poured over the real estate section, scanning for
possible new homes. They decided very quickly that it would be difficult
to fit Marion and her daughter Jill in our current house. I gave Jack the
signal and led Sophie upstairs.
"I've been thinking about our conversation the other night," she said
while we tore off our clothes. We had no time to waste and with ninety
seconds of entering the room and locking the door, Sophie was on her back
on my twin bed and I was easing my cock into her wetness.
"That narrows it down to about two hundred things," I said after
driving to the hilt in her steamy cunt.
I looked into her face and saw her blush. "Y'know, three-ways."
"Oh," I said, sliding my cock back and forth inside her.
Sophie blushed again, sighed, then said, "What about him?" She
motioned with her head to Jack's empty bed on the other side of the room.
"You want to fuck my brother?" I said and she blushed furiously. I
repeated the question again and punctuated it with a particularly brutal
lunge into her cunt.
"Ahhh... well, I was just thinking."
I smiled at her and said, "I can't see what you see in him."
Sophie laughed and began moving her hips, pushing back,
squirming deliciously while I steadily fucked into her.
"I'd rather our first three-way be with your mom," I said, and kissed
her long and hard.
"I don't see what... you see in her," panted Sophie when we broke
off the kiss.
"Mmmm," I said. "I want to fuck her, as you well know. But I'd
also love to see mother and daughter... head to tail... sucking each other's
pussies."
"Jake!" she said, "there's no way... she'd do that."
"What about you? Would you like to go down on your mother's
pussy? I could show you how, and show her how to eat you out."
"Oh, God, Jake... just fuck me... cum in me," she cried.
She was close to the edge but I slowed and stopped. I grabbed her
hands in mine and held them over her head.
"I'll make you a deal," I said. "I'll arrange a three-way with Jack.
We'll both take turns fucking and sucking you until you beg us to stop."
Her eyes went big and she said, "Really?"
"Uh huh," I said.
Her eyes narrowed and she frowned, "And you want me to talk my
mom into fucking both of us." Her excitement dimmed.
"No," I said, and she perked up again. "I'll talk your mom into it.
You just support me when I talk to her."
"And if she says no... when she says no."
"Then I'll thank you for trying and Jack and I will fuck your brains
out."
"It's a deal," she said. "Now, if you don't mind... I want you to fill
my pussy with your cum."
- o -
Before Marion left to pick up her daughter later in the day, Cathy
approached her with some excuse to borrow one of her business suits for
the following weekend. Marion said yes, of course, and suggested she
come over to her apartment mid-week to try them on and choose some
accessories.
Originally quite skeptical about "training" Bill Patterson, Cathy now
thought of it as an exciting adventure. She and Jack had added a few
things to her disguise. Jack was a drama fan, often in various plays and
musicals at school, and coached her on posture and gait. Instead of Cathy's
normal relaxed way of sitting, standing and walking, Jake had her walking
around the house with a plate on her head until she was used to keeping
her back very straight while she walked. He lengthened her stride at the
same time, making her gait very purposeful. Cathy's contribution was to
dye her dirty-blond pubic hair a little darker, to a medium brown. When
seen in combination with her hair, dyed even blonder than it naturally was,
anyone would assume that she was a natural brunette.
She had also purchased some sexy lingerie from Victoria's secret,
and was scripting how she'd use the twenty-eight hours she'd have with her
pupil from Saturday noon to sometime Sunday afternoon.
In the week prior to that Saturday, Jack got quite a workout from
Cathy, as she thought through her upcoming scenes with Bill and wanted
to rehearse them with Jack. I got drafted twice, as Cathy used two of the
"whatevers" I had agreed to pay her in exchange for her training of Bill.
The first time Cathy practiced stripping in front of me, down to garters,
stockings and a half bra, then climbed on my chair, her knees balanced on
her cushioned arms, and had me eat her out while I finger-fucked her ass.
The second time she had me blind-folded, and rode on top of me while she
verbally described a half-dozen sexy vignettes, and asked me [as Bill] to
describe how I might set up the same feeling and excitement with Joan. I
lasted only through the second one---a tale of piracy on the open sea,
where a high-born woman is abducted and raped repeatedly by the pirate
leader---before cuming in Cathy's cunt.
"I guess six is too many," she said after my cock had finished
emptying its load in her cunt.
- o -
"When can we do it?" I asked Sophie about seducing her mother
into a three-way. It was Wednesday, and we were walking home from
school.
"I'm still pretty sure she will not go for it," said Sophie.
In actuality, I had called Joan the night before and talked her into it.
I could tell from both Sophie and Joan that the idea of having sex with each
other was both exciting and uncomfortable. Joan had agreed only because
that was my condition for fucking her. Sophie had agreed because she
wanted me to get Jack signed up for a three-way, and she still believed that
her mother was too straight-laced to go through with it.
"But as it happens my dad is away this weekend, to a golf school,"
said Sophie. I knew from Joan that she and Bill had agreed on this cover
story, and that they had casually told their kids last night.
"That leaves Ralph and dear, sweet Angela," I said and Sophie
whacked me on the shoulder.
"Is she next, Jake?" she said, her voice radiating anger but her eyes
were sparkling.
"Let's worry about Joan Patterson, not Angela," I said.
"You're being evasive again," she said.
"As are you," I countered. "Back to my questions. How do we get
your siblings out of the house for Saturday night, so we can spring this on
Joan? Start with Ralph."
"Oh, Ralph's easy," she said. She went on to explain that his best
friend had a super-big TV attached to the latest video game system and
that Ralph was always begging to sleep over. She agreed to suggest to
Ralph that he set it up.
"And Angela," I said. As it happened, we were maybe a hundred
yards from Sophie's house and Angela was out in front with a girlfriend.
They had their backpacks at their feet, having just come home from junior
high, and were talking. Angela's still-boyish body and lemon-sized tits drew
my attention as we approached.
"What are we going to do to get that sweet piece of jail-bait out of
the house so I don't have to fuck three Patterson cunts?" I said in a
conversational tone.
"You try to fuck my thirteen-year old sister, buster, and I'll cut your
cock off with a dull knife," she said this is a breezy tone, smiling, as we
approached.
"Party pooper," I said under my breath.
"Hi, Jake," bubbled Angela, who then introduced me to her friend.
"Hi, babe," I said to Angela, who blushed. I then said hello to her
friend and shook her hand.
We went into the house, and Sophie excused herself to find Ralph.
I helped myself to a coke and sat in the kitchen. Angela came in a moment
later and got her own soda and sat down with me.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"Just hanging," I said, looking into the familiar Patterson-green eyes
of this girl who had such a crush on me, and would probably jump off a
cliff if I asked. That thought gave me an idea.
"Angela, hon, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor."
"Anything," she said.
"Well... I don't get a chance to spend much time here with your
sister and, y'know, talk and... everything."
"But you're here all the time," she said, missing my point.
"I mean... alone," I said, then added, "I'm sure you like to have time
to hang with your boy friends, without having other people around to...
y'know... talk."
Her face flushed then she quickly covered it with a serious
expression, wanting to come across as more mature than thirteen. She
knew I didn't want to be alone with Sophie just to talk, but her desire to
please me overcame her jealousy for her sister.
"I know exactly what you mean, Jake," she said.
"I was hoping you could find some excuse to be away this Saturday
night... maybe stay over at a girlfriends house?"
Her face took on a thoughtful expression and, on an impulse, I
added, "I didn't suggest that you spend the night at a boyfriends house
'cause I dug what you said the other day... that boys your age are
immature. Girl's mature so much faster." As I was saying this last
comment I let my eyes drop to her cute little breasts then back up
into her face.
She blushed furiously and I pretended not to notice and took a long
swallow of my drink.
"I'll spent the night at Carolyn's house, Jake," she said after
recovering her composure.
I covered her hand in mine and said, "Gee, that's great Angela."
Angela pulled her hand out from under mine as she heard someone
approaching.
- o -
Saturday morning was filled with excitement at my house. Jack had
taken a personal interest in helping get Cathy ready. He'd carefully
trimmed her nut-brown pubic hair, and shaved it so it was a neat triangle
just above her lips. After her morning bowel movement, he gave her an
enema to better prepare her for Bill's early afternoon lesson in anal sex.
She dressed in stockings, garter and half-bra, panties that snapped open at
the crotch, high heels, a pink blouse and Marion's navy blue suit. Black
opal earrings and a matching necklace completed the outfit. Cathy didn't
wear makeup as a rule but had a subtle shade of lipstick and had donned
eyeliner and a bit of eyeshade as well.
I saw her only after she was dressed and made up, and was
astonished at the makeover. She looked like she was in her low-to-mid-
twenties, instead of seventeen, and with her hair colored and styled
differently, and her eyes a different color, I would not have
recognized her as Cathy. She was also as sexy as hell. She wasn't cute and
sexy, like she normally was, and she wasn't whorish and sexy, as she could
be at times. She was elegant, understated but still incredibly sexy.
I dropped her off at a downtown hotel, and drove around and
waited until she exited at the revolving doors on the other side. She
signaled the doorman and he rushed to hail a cab, and Cathy strode
purposely up to it, swung her small overnight bag off her shoulder and
stepped into the open door of the cab. The doorman and every other male
in the vicinity stopped and stared as this elegantly dressed woman tucked
her shapely legs into the cab.
Then she was gone.
- o -
I arrived at the Patterson's house in mid-afternoon. I left my
overnight bag in the car. Sophie knew about tonight but probably still
doubted if Joan would go for it. Joan had agreed but didn't know it was set
for tonight.
Ralph had already left when I got there as, of course, had Bill. Joan
was out grocery shopping and Sophie was showering when I arrived.
Angela was packed for spending the night at her friend's house, and I
volunteered to drive her over. We hopped into my car and I started the
engine.
"I really appreciate this, Angela."
"No problem, Jake," she said, then added, "are you and Sophie
gonna, y'know, have sex?"
"Is this a private conversation?" I asked.
"Yes, absolutely," she said, and crossed herself.
"Yes, I think so... if we can get your mom out of the house, maybe
to a movie or something."
"You've done it before... with Sophie."
"Yes, several times, Angela."
"Oh." She was silent while we pulled out and began driving across
town to her friends house.
"I like you alot, Jake," she said when we were stopped at a traffic
light.
"I know you do. And I think you're terrific. It bothers you, doesn't
it, that I'm crazy in love with your sister."
"Yes... I guess it does," she said.
"And it bothers you that I might be making love to Sophie tonight...
instead of you."
"Uh huh," she said. The light turned green and I drove on.
"Do you think I'm too young?" she asked.
"Probably," I said. "But it depends on the person. You'll know
when you're ready, when you find the right guy."
"I've found him," she said, with surprising conviction. I glanced
over and she had a shy smile on her face. "Trouble is, he's in love with my
big ugly sister."
I laughed. The rest of the trip was uneventful, until we got to her
friend's house. I put the car in park and turned to say good-bye and found
to my surprise that Angela had moved over on the bench seat and her face
was no more than an inch or two from mine. She moved quickly in and
kissed me, her lips spreading mine and her tongue sliding inside. In the
middle of this long, wet, thrilling kiss she dropped her hand in my lap and
left my growing bulge.
"Thought so," she said when she broke the kiss. Smiling, she said
good-bye, hopped out of the car and dashed down the driveway and in.
When I returned to the Patterson's house I found Sophie in the
kitchen helping Joan put away a dozen bags of groceries. I pitched in and
we quickly finished. Joan poured three glasses of iced tea and we went out
to the patio to drink them. It was a warm spring day, and Joan was
wearing shorts, a tee shirt and sandals. Sophie had on a sun dress and had
her freshly washed hair wrapped in a towel.
"I figured with the kids off tonight, maybe we could grill salmon
steaks for dinner," said Joan. "Or do you two have plans?"
"We have plans, Joan, but the salmon sounds great," I said. I took
a breath then added, "We figured, what with the kids and Bill gone tonight,
that Sophie and I would introduce you to some interesting sex."
Joan shot a glance at Sophie then looked back at me. After several
seconds of thought she said, "I should have known... Ralph and Angela
sleeping over at friends' houses the same night that Bill is off, er,
golfing,,,
you planned all this, didn't you Jake?"
"Guilty as charged," I said.
She glanced at Sophie again and blushed.
"The ground rules are, you have to agree to make love to both of
us," I said. "Not just me."
Mother and daughter looked at each other, their faces red. After an
awkward moment Joan said, "I'll do it, if you will Sophie."
Sophie's eyes widened, and she reddened further. "Um, sure," the
surprise in her voice clear.
Joan excused herself to take a shower, and I took the opportunity
to come clean with Sophie, explaining the weekend we had set up for her
father.
"Jesus Christ, you are one devious, scheming son-of-a-bitch," she
said when I had finished, but her tone was one of admiration.
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