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After supper, I wrote my essay on "The Virtues of Punctuality" and did my other homework. Completing my required tasks with the throughness of a typical fifteen-year-old male, I sauntered downstairs for snack. Leanne had come home and she was sitting in Dad's lap. His hand was up her t‑shirt, gently massaging her tit while he and Mom carried on a conversation about some mundane matter.
Dad turned and saw that I was staring. He frowned with a look that I knew meant that I was being rude, something neither he nor Mom tolerated any better than lying. Quickly I averted my eyes and went to the fridge for a piece of pie.
I sat at the table, joining my sister and dad. Munching on my pie, I watched them as surreptitiously as possible. Again I was struck with the peculiarities of my family's rules and attitudes. It was okay for me to watch him fuck my sister, just as it was okay for me to fuck my mother while he watched, but for some unknown reason, it wasn't polite to watch him feel up Leanne at the kitchen table. Never did figure that out. Parents!
Finishing my pie, I took my plate and fork and put them in the dishwasher. Dad kissed the back of Leanne's neck and pushed her off his lap. Mom and Dad said their goodnights and retired to watch the season finale of Law and Order. Leanne and I went upstairs.
"Where were you today?" I asked innocently knowing full well the answer.
"Oh, Becky and I got together with Tom, Jason, and Eric and few of their friends."
"Have fun?"
"What do you think?" she said with mischievous grin.
"Yeah, you had fun."
"How about you, Squirt?"
"Sam's mom was waiting for me when I got home."
"Have fun?"
"Yeah, I had fun," I answered with a grin.
"Becky had the most fun," she said dourly. "You know, being it's my time and all, the guys gave Becky all the attention."
"You didn't get laid?"
"Well, yeah, you know, I got it in the ass a few times, gave lots of blowjobs, but no one touched my pussy."
"That's too bad. How come? You've got a nice pussy."
"Travis, you've got to be kidding? Guys, well most guys, won't touch a girl when she having her period."
"Why not?"
"Good question! I know it gets a little messy. Well, actually I suppose it can get very messy, but still..."
"So what? Maybe I'm some sort of pervert, but that was really cool yesterday. I've never seen a girl bleed like that before."
"And you liked seeing me bleed down there?"
"Yeah, it was... uh, you know... natural."
"Natural? Yes it is," she laughed. "Oh my god Travis, you're something else! Once word gets round you like a girl on the rag, they'll be lining up in the driveway."
Leanne looked thoughtful for a minute. "You got all your home and chores done?"
"Yeah."
"So do I. You wouldn't be interested in..."
"You bet I'm interested. I've thought about it all day."
"Well, what are we waiting for? C'mon, lets go to bed."
Next morning I was awakened by the voice of my mother exclaiming, "Oh my god!"
Leanne and I bolted upright, alarmed at the tone of Mom's voice. We both looked at the other wondering what could possibly be the matter. Certainly being in bed naked with my naked sister didn't qualify as something to be alarmed about.
"Get up! Get up you two! Oh my, my, my. Look at this mess!"
We jumped up still not knowing what the big deal was until we saw the bed. It looked like something out of 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'. There were bloodstains everywhere. Leanne and I both were smeared with a taint of red. Leanne was right; fucking a menstruating girl could get messy.
"Go get a shower," ordered Mom as she began stripping the bed. "It's soaked through! What a mess! Leanne... oh, never mind!"
After that Mom put a plastic sheet under Leanne's bed sheets during her periods and never made a big fuss about the bloody messes ever again.
After my chores, Mom fed us a hearty breakfast, saying we needed it for our strength. Becky came, and dropped off Katie. It was sort of weird. It had been only a few days since I'd seen her and she seemed different, sort of spaced out, with a smile like Mona Lisa's etched into her face. Damn she looked pretty. I tried to talk to her, but she seemed to be somewhere far off.
Sam was on time. Stepping from his car, he embraced her with his hands all over her ass. Breaking off his kiss he said to me, "Kern, ya wanna drive today?"
Is the Pope Catholic? "Yeah! Sure! You bet, Dude!"
I climbed behind the steering wheel, adjusted the seat and mirrors. They were in the back seat. Before I reached the first stop sign, I heard her pleadingly say, "Fuck me, Sam, fuck me... Oh, yessss! Oh, baby, that feels sooooo good!" I turned and saw Sam's bare buttocks humping up and down.
"Have fun you two. Don't mind me!" I said dourly. No matter, I was having my fun too, narrowly averting several mishaps along the way. Good thing Sam was too occupied to notice, he would've freaked!
I had to pull off the road a few hundred yards from the school parking lot, to give them time to get dressed. Katie looked a mess when we piled out of the car. Sam came around, brazenly squeezed her tit and with a shit‑eating grin, told us he'd see us after school.
"I wonder what he has in mind," I snorted.
"Hey, you can't go looking like that," I told her gently holding her by the arm. "Where's your purse?"
I did my best to brush her hair, put on lipstick (I didn't do very well, but it was an improvement), and discretely as possible rebuttoned her blouse.
As we walked towards the junior high, Katie said, "It's all your fault, Travis."
"What? What did I do?"
"You turned me into a slut."
"Hey, wait a minute, you wanted it."
"Yeah, but you made me love it, you made me crave it and now... now I can't get enough of it."
"Gee Katie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"Oh, its okay! But it's your fault that all I can think of is the next dick, the next orgasm, the next fucking." Squeezing my hand she declared, "God, I love it Travis, I love it!"
We walked into the building, hand in hand as boyfriend and girlfriend. Before I got her to her locker, Mr. Higgins had cornered me.
"Mr. Kern. May I see you in my office?"
My gut did a flip‑flop and got the sickening feeling that someone had seen me fixing Katie's blouse out in the high school parking lot.
"Close the door Mr. Kern. Now, drop your pants."
I did as I was told. Mr. Higgins confirmed that I had on underwear.
"Okay, Kern. That's all, go to class."
The bell rang before I made it to Homeroom. Mrs. Sanger asked if I had an excused tardy. "Uh, Mr. Higgins wanted to see me."
"Very well, Travis." Somehow I wasn't counted as tardy.
The morning went fairly well, except for discovering just how much my grades had suffered this week. I'd be lucky to qualify to play football next year if I didn't do very well on my exams.
At lunch I found Katie to be more of her old self, chatting and laughing with JoAnn, Rita and few other girls. I spied Penny Holis sitting with her clique of friends and made my way over to where she was sitting.
"Hi!"
"Oh, hi Travis," she said to the collective giggles of her friends.
"Just wanted to come by and say hello."
The manner in which her friends were acting and the way she was blushing led me to believe that they had been talking about me, just before I walked up. I winked at her saying, "See you around."
I turned to walk away and as I did, I heard a burst of giggles coming from Penny's table. 'This could be easy,' I smugly thought to myself.
As soon as I got my lunch and sat down, JoAnn announced that she'd invited Mark Hanvy to come over tomorrow night and join us. She explained that it would be better if we had another guy so there wouldn't be an awkward odd‑man out.
The invite surprised me because Katie had led me to believe that she and Sam were going to lead the way and that it was going to be a screw party, with me popping Rita's cherry, plus getting my first taste of JoAnn's fine ass. True, two guys and three girls may have been difficult, but that's what I had naively expected. Heck, I wouldn't mind.
Now it looked like it was going to be a typical small party with everyone sitting around in circle playing with an Ouija Board, talking to some dead spirit that happened to be lurking about. I realized that if Katie had been serious, it would have been just four of us, with Rita excluded. As for Mark, I'd known Mark for several years since his parents moved into the Indian Creek area. I'd always liked him, thought him to be a cool, standup kind of a guy, but we'd never really hung out together. Oh, well. If things turned out to be a bore, Sam and I could always take Katie home and take turns screwing her.
Before lunch was over, I was feeling somewhat trapped. Trapped into a stupid party that I really didn't want to go to. Hell, I'd rather stay home and see what happens.
School finally drew to a close for the day. Katie and I met Sam at the car. Sam rather sheepishly said, "Hey guys. You guys want to go hang out in the barn?"
He was visibly crushed when Katie said, "No, I can't. Not today. I've got a dentist appointment and I have to get home right away." Sam's crestfallen face brightened up when she said, "Wanna ride in the back seat with me? Travis can drive."
"Sure! Here Dude, catch!"
I nearly missed the flying car keys. I began to protest, "Hey, what about... oh, fuck it!"
It was really disgusting to hear them in the back seat rutting with comments drifting from the back seat such as "Spread'em slut!" and "Oh Sam! That's it baby, fuck me," and "I'm cumming in yer pussy, slut!" and "Fuck me baby, harder, harder," and "Now suck it bitch!" Hell, she's my girlfriend and Sam shouldn't be talking to her like that!
I dropped her off first. She didn't even bother to get dressed. She just grabbed her things and ran into the house naked from the waist down. I had fumed and practiced what I was going to say to Sam when we were alone, and now that the opportunity was here, I realized how stupid I would sound. Katie was right. It was my fault. I had encouraged them to screw and they were screwing.
Sensing something was bothering me, Sam asked, "What's the matter, Dude?"
"Nothing. Nothing really. I was just thinking."
"'Bout what?"
"Forget it! It was completely stupid, Dude."
We drove back to my house. "How about a swim?" I asked feeling a lot better now.
"I don't have my trunks with me," he lamely replied.
"Hey, let me let you in on something. You're my best buddy, right?"
"Yeah, you let me screw your girlfriend."
"No, no, no. That's not what I mean. My family, Katie's family, your family. You ever notice anything?"
"Are you kidding? I nearly crapped in my pants, if I was wearing pants that is, when our dads all walked in on us banging Katie. I was shocked, but shocked to the very core when I realized WHY we weren't in any trouble. Damn Dude, Dad told me later on... he said that Gib Tate liked fucking his daughters and that Mr. Tate had invited him and your dad to join in to fuck Becky and now Katie."
"Is that all he told you?" I asked hoping that he wasn't really as naive as he seemed sometimes.
"Yeah, that was plenty, don't ya think?"
"Our folks, and the Tates... they've been good friends for how long?"
"Forever!"
"That's right, forever."
"What's your point, Kern?"
"Jesus, Sam you're dense sometimes!"
"I am not!"
"Look, let me put it to you this way. You don't need swimming trunks."
Sam looked at me. I could see that the crippled squirrel running the exercise wheel in his brain had switched into high gear.
"Your folks aren't home?"
"No! I mean yes, oh for Pete's sake! Mom's home, Leanne will be home, and Dad may be home anytime. You don't need a frigging swim suit!"
"Yeah, I could borrow one of yours!"
"No! We can skinny dip!"
Sam looked at me dumbfounded. "But your mom..." Suddenly he seemed to get it. "Your Mom and Dad, they're nudists?"
"Sort of!"
"So are my folks!"
I rolled my eyes at that comment. "You never told me that."
"I promised to never tell anyone... Don't look at me like that! You never told me about your folks either."
"I just found out, the other day."
"So, everyone runs around naked at your house too?"
"I guess, well, sometimes."
"Leanne?"
"Sometimes."
"Cool! Man, I'd love to see her tits."
"Well, Dude, maybe today is your lucky day! C'mon."
We charged upstairs and striped down. I handed Sam a towel. I still wasn't used to going native, so I wrapped my towel around my waist. Sam followed suit and headed for the pool. Mom was in the kitchen when we came through.
"Hi boys! Need a snack?"
"Maybe later Mom!" I called as we charged through the backdoor.
"Maybe I'll join you!" she called after us.
At the pool, Sam and I dropped our towels and dove in. The water felt great! We swam around, horsed around and generally had a lot of fun trying to drown each other.
I saw Mom come out, wearing a robe, with her sunglasses and a book. She strode to her favorite lounge chair and set her book down. I nudged Sam to watch as her hands went to the ties of her robe. This was going to be good.
"Hey, man," whispered Sam, "she's wearing a bikini! I thought you said...Oh crap! I don't have anything on!"
"Neither do I," I whispered back. "Don't worry about it. It's okay."
We swam about for a few more minutes before I lifted myself out. Nonchalantly, I padded over to the diving board and dove in. When I surfaced, Mom was standing up, motioning to me to come here.
"Young man, just what do you think you're doing?"
"Swimming."
"Is Sam naked too?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"He can't do that!"
"How come?"
"I don't have his mother's permission, that's why."
"What? What's the big deal?"
"Look, you two go put some trunks on. Right now! Your father and I will have to have a little talk with you tonight." Handing me a towel she commanded, "Out of the water!" She called out to Sam, "Sam! You too, out of the water. Right now, Sam! Out of the water!"
Sam's expression was one of total desperation and misery. Lifting himself out of the water, he stood dripping looking around for his towel. Mine was wrapped around me, but his was missing. I looked over at Mom, the naughty smirk and gleam in her eyes said it all.
"Uh, uh, where's my towel," asked Sam blushing furiously.
"Oh, here it is. I picked it up." Mom held the towel out forcing Sam to step towards her. Averting his eyes away from Mom, Sam reached for the towel only to have her pull it away.
"My, my, you are a handsome young man, Sam. Bet the girls just go crazy over you. You know, maybe I ought to call your mother."
"Don't do that, Miss Roxanne!"
"Relax Sam. You're not in any trouble. It's just that you're practically a member of this family." Bouncing one foot, Mom looked over at me adding, "I guess we don't have any secrets around here." She thought for a minute and said, "No, I don't think I really need to call Trisha about this. Maybe later. Look, if you boys want to skinny dip, go ahead, nothing wrong with that. Besides, it's not everyday I get to watch two virile young men swimming in nude in my pool. But next time, check with me first, you never know who might be dropping in. Now go on, have your fun."
Before she had a chance to change her mind, I dropped my towel and jumped back into the water, leaving Sam alone standing awkwardly in front of Mom. Moments later, he was back in the water. We moved off a safe distance out of earshot.
"Dude, your mom is as weird as my mom!" exclaimed Sam.
"No kidding! It's been really weird around here since Saturday when Leanne..."
"Leanne? What about Leanne."
I hesitated, my mind a confused jumble of contradictions. "Never mind, I don't have a clue myself. I... we..."
"C'mon, spit it out."
"You know, the thing with Katie and her Dad. Well... it's the same here."
"You mean... Leanne and your Dad?"
"Man I shouldn't be telling this. I'm gonna get my ass whipped! Let me just say that things have been pretty wild around here."
"Damn!"
"How about at your house?"
"What about it?"
"You said your folks were nudists."
"Well, sort of. I've seen them both naked a lot. Penny too. It's no big deal. I don't even notice it anymore."
"What do ya'll do? Lie around naked?"
"Not really. Well, Mom suns herself and so does Penny, but usually it's just right after a shower or getting up in the morning. It's no big deal. How about here?"
"First time I ever saw Leanne naked was Saturday. Mom on Monday."
"Man, I've seen my mom and Penny naked all my life."
I thought long and hard about the next question. "You ever, you know, mess around with Penny?"
"Hell no, Dude! But she is nice to look at."
"Your mom?" His stunned expression said it all. "Sorry man, I didn't mean..."
"Fuck you Kern! What are you, some sort of pervert? You fuck your Mom?"
I had opened a can of worms and had no idea how to contain them.
"I know! You fucked Leanne! You did! Didn't you? Whoa! Man, I'd fuck her too!"
He thought for a moment, "And your Dad fucks her too? Whoa! Where do I sign up?" He glanced towards Mom, "Does she know?"
I'd said too much already, so I lied. "No, of course not."
"Hey, you think you could maybe bring your sister over to the barn?"
"You're not her type, Dude. She like older guys."
"I'm older than you!"
I cast about to find a way to explain, but not tell him anymore than I already had. Then I remembered something my Uncle Jake told me. "Dude, just because a girl fucks some guy, doesn't mean she'll fuck just any guy," I pontificated. "The girl's gotta be willing, she's got to want it as much as the guy does. Like Katie, she wanted to get gangbanged and she did. Now she fucks her old man. They both want it, so they do it. It's okay."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. That's sort of what my dad told me. He said, 'Son, most girls have the same needs sexually as boys do. If a girl wants to have sex with a guy, fine, that's their business. But don't you ever force yourself on a girl. Rape her, you'll go to jail, and I'll throw away the key if you do. Understand me, boy? No means no. Yes means have a good time. If she's willing, do her. If she's not, respect that.' So, if Leanne wants to do us in the barn, let me know, Dude."
Right about that time, Dad walked out from the house. He waved at Sam and me, and gave Mom a kiss. They talked for a moment and then Dad waved us over. Sam and I swam over to him.
"Skinny dipping?"
"Yes, sir."
"Travis, there's a time and place of everything. I don't give damn whether you and Sam swim in the buff or not, and I think you know that. Neither does your mother. However, you've got to be discrete about it, Son. Now I just saw Leanne and Becky come in with two girls I've never seen before. I don't want to offend them. I don't want to shock them. And I sure as hell don't want them leaving here blabbing about the nudity.
"When it's just us around here, do what you want. But if we have company, you can't be doing this. So, next time check with your mother or me beforehand. Or you can always go down to that spot by the river over there. I've told you that before, Travis, it's nice and private. Nobody can see you and get offended.
"Now let me get your towels. Just ease out, one at a time and then go put on a swim suit."
Our modesty preserved, Sam and I headed back to my room to find a couple of swimming trunks. I found a couple of suits and just as Sam and I dropped our towels to get dressed, the connecting door to Leanne's room burst open. Leanne, Becky and two giggling girl friends, all dressed in bikinis, piled into my room.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed the wide‑eyed redheaded girl that I'd never seen before.
"Oooooo weeeeee!" shouted the blonde bimbo. I vaguely recognized her, but I had no name to associate with the pretty face.
Leanne and Becky were in stitches. Sam was red as a beet. I probably wasn't much better, but as Sam scrambled to put on his trunks, he managed to fall on his ass to complete his humiliation. I thought it was pretty funny too, and joined the girls in their merriment. Sam made another attempt to get his feet through the leg holes, but Becky swooped down and yanked them away from him.
"Not so fast Sammy boy," Becky laughed. "Gina and Megan want to get a look at you."
"He's cute," said the blonde pointing at me. "He's your little brother? Nothing little about him."
"I've seen this one," said the redhead pointing to Sam lying on the floor. "At school."
"Yeah, he's a sophomore," said Leanne.
"He's cute too! Look at him blush."
Sam was really embarrassed. Feeling sorry for him, I tossed him the swim suit I had in my hand. He didn't get very far with it though as the redhead snatched it away from him.
"Aw come on," desperately pleaded Sam. "Give it back."
"Not so fast, Honey. We're not through looking yet. I love to see what a guy has hidden, and you look pretty good. Sam, isn't it?"
Sam was so flushed that that I thought his ears would begin smoking. "Yeah."
"Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Ginger," said the redhead, "and that's Megan. I think you already know Becky and Leanne."
"Oh look! He's getting hard!" exclaimed Megan, the blonde, pointing at my growing organ.
"He's getting a stiffie too! Oh, I have an idea!" exclaimed Ginger. The four girls huddled up with lots of giggling. Sam got up off the floor. I looked over at him, grinned and shrugged my shoulders. Sam grinned back, the deep flush draining away and the normal tones of his skin returning.
The giddy girls turned back to us. Leanne winked at me. "We want to have a little contest," my sister said. "Megan's never seen a guy masturbate before. Come to think of it, neither have I."
Sam put up his hands, "Oh no! Not me! I not doing that in front of everyone."
"It'll be fun," piped in Megan.
"Yeah, winner gets his pick."
"Pick of what?" grumbled Sam skeptically.
Ginger hooked a thumb into her bikini bottoms and tugged the side down two inches. "What do you think silly?"
Sam and I looked at each other. "I'm game!" I declared. "Winner gets his pick?"
"Okay, sure," said Megan looking at her friends for confirmation.
"How do we win?" I asked. "First to cum or the one who lasts longest?"
"I think it should be whoever shows the best technique," declared Leanne.
"Yeah, the sexiest!" added Megan. "We'll be the judges. We'll judge you on technique, how far you shoot, how much you shoot and anything else that's material."
"Okay guys, lie down on the floor," ordered Becky. Sam gave me a pensive look and then joined me on the floor. "That's it boys, spread out like a couple of whores! Just think of yourselves as a couple sluts begging to get laid.
"Ready girls? Okay, let the best man win!"
We grasped our respective organs and began lewdly whipping ourselves for the entertainment of the four girls. Grasping my cock, I had three fingers just below the head and positioned along my cock‑tube, with my thumb on the topside of my rod, my hand was a blur of motion. I suppose Sam was configured much the same, but I really didn't pay him any attention, as I was concentrating my attention on Ginger and Megan, watching their lustful stare, trying to determine which one I would pick if I was declared the winner. It had been nearly two years since Sam and I had our last contest to see who could shoot farthest, etc. The stakes were bragging rights then, today the stakes were much higher. Still, I had a hunch that soon, Sam and I both were going be winners.
I tried to be as nasty as I could be with my tongue protruding slightly between my lips at the corner of my mouth, squirming my legs around, curling my toes and humping my hips as I beat my meat. I watched the girls as they watched Sam and me. They were really getting turned on. I had never imagined doing anything like this in front of someone, much less a small group of girls. I figured, what the hell, if they like this sort of thing, why not?
We were getting after it pretty good, when someone produced a cloth measuring tape. Ginger and Becky did the honors, measuring length and girth while we flailed away abusing ourselves. Sam grunted while Ginger was taking a measure of is girth. I looked to the side just in time to see him launch a big load into the air. Ginger jumped back with a little yelp, just barely avoiding a direct hit in the face. The glob arched very gracefully, landing with a splat on his chest. His second blast nearly went as far. Soon he was covered from his sternum to his pubes.
I had my work cut out for me if I was to be selected the winner. I dispensed with the acting and concentrated on just getting my rocks off. In less than a minute, I too was putting on a grand display of youthful prowess, my first shot reaching just below the neck.
The girls ooh‑ed and ah‑ed with glassy eyes as my throbbing member unloaded, fountaining forth a copious quantity of man juice, while I visualized that stream jetting into the pussy of the redhead. I knew then which girl I would pick.
I lay spent, next to my buddy, my softening dick deflating in my hand while the girls huddled. I sat up on my knees for a second before I stood, cum running down my torso, soaking my balls, and dribbling down my leg. Sam got to his feet and I joined him, awaiting the verdict.
It only took thirty seconds or so, before the group gathered around us again. "Guys, that was really awesome! I've never seen anything like it before," declared the blonde.
Becky added, "We all know how fragile boys egos are so we're going to declare it a tie."
"Bullshit!" declared Sam thinking that the bet was now off.
"Yeah, that's bullshit," I added.
Leanne interjected, "Now, now guys! But since Sam's a guest here, he's the winner! Okay Sam, pick a girl."
Sam turned to me and whispered, "I want Leanne."
In hushed tones I replied, "She's on the rag, man."
"What? Oh shit! Okay, who do you think?"
"I like the redhead," I replied.
"Okay, I've already fucked Becky..."
"When?"
"Last night. At her house."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you knew."
"How would I know that? Never mind, which girl do want?"
"If you want Ginger, I'll take the blonde."
"Good choice." Turning to the girls, I said, "Before Sam makes his final decision, he wants to see some tit."
Leanne and Becky dropped their tops. Ginger and Megan hesitated a moment, before baring their breasts. Sam whispered, "Good move Dude, good move."
For the next few minutes Sam and I studied tits. I concentrated on the redhead and the blonde. I think Sam was totally distracted by Leanne's hooters that, I must admit, are in class by themselves.
Ginger was nicely freckled with pale skin. There wasn't much in the way of tan lines. Her nips were a ruby red, giving me the impression that they were tender and raw, as if someone had been gnawing on them for hours.
The blonde had pale nipples, a rosy pink, that look very pretty against the white skin of her boobs. She had tan lines, but she was nowhere near the deep bronze exhibited by my sister or Becky.
"Let's see some pussy," I boldly demanded. Again, Leanne and Becky shucked their bottoms without hesitation, but I had expected that. Megan visibly blushed but complied with my request. Ginger, grinning followed suit.
Sam and I now had four, very attractive girls standing before us, all nude, and far as I was concerned, they were all vying to get fucked.
"They're getting hard again," whispered Megan to Leanne.
"Turn around. Slowly please."
"Jesus Dude! We done died and gone to heaven!" exclaimed Sam as we feasted on the four ripe buttocks presented to us.
Leanne looked over her shoulder, "Well?"
"God damn," muttered Sam. "I want you all!"
"Just one Sam," admonished Becky stifling a laugh.
"Damn. Well, if I gotta choose, then I'll... I'll take Megan."
I reached out and took Ginger by the arm, pulling her to me against my cum‑wet chest. "I want you," I said looking into her blue‑green eyes.
"I guess were both second place," she said playfully.
"Bullshit. I won, and you know it."
I was disappointed when Leanne declared, "Ya'll have fun!" picked up the pieces to her bathing suit and headed downstairs with Becky, in tow. Damn! I had visions of a wild six‑way fuck party, with Sam and I each having two girls at once, but I guess Leanne and Becky really weren't in the mood. That in itself was surprising, as I already knew that neither them had the word 'no' in their vocabulary when it came to a hard dick. Hell, it wasn't exactly like Mom and/or Dad would mind if we did.
Upon leaving Leanne's bedroom and returning to my own room after a nice long, and very enjoyable screw with Ginger, I was also sorely disappointed to find that Sam and Meagan had finished early and had left. Judging by the pecker tracks on my sheets, they had a good time, or at least Sam did, but damn, doesn't that guy take his time or have any imagination?
"We'd better get downstairs," said Ginger. Feigning a touch of modesty she added, "We wouldn't want it to appear that we were up to something, now would we?"
I wanted to say, "Are you kidding? My parents?" but I just mumbled, "Yeah, let's go."
Ginger joined the other girls sunning themselves. I headed straight for the cool water, catching a glimpse of my Dad's glowering expression. In an instant I knew that he was not happy with me. I glanced over at Mom. She seemed totally serene.
I swam over to where Sam was floating around on his back. "Hey Dude," he greeted as I approached.
"Where did you go?" I asked.
"Whadda mean?"
"Upstairs. Ginger and I came out and you two were long gone."
"So?"
"So?! So... maybe I wanted a toss with Meagan. Maybe, just maybe, you would have liked a toss with Ginger."
"Really? You think she'd..."
"Christ! You're some fucking dense sometimes, Holis."
"Hey, how was I supposed to know?"
"Jezzums Sam! Do I have to spell it out?"
"Don't look at me like that... Hey, maybe we can go ask'em if they..."
"Forget it, Dumbass! The moment has passed. The opportunity has been squandered!"
"Sorry," he contritely answered.
That night at supper, when it was only the immediate family, Dad spoke his mind. "Travis, just what do you think you and Sam were doing upstairs with Leanne's two friends."
"We were just having some fun," I answered respectfully but with a grin.
"Fun, as in screwing?"
"Yeah, screwing! It was fun!" I replied brightly.
There was a momentary silence. Mom deliberately looked away before my dad continued. "Look, boy, I don't care who you screw, but when your mother and I are home, you can't do that."
"Why? What's the big..."
"What would their parents think? That your mother and I condone such behavior right under our noses?"
"You just said you didn't care who I screwed."
"I don't, but that doesn't mean that everyone in this community has to know that. For Christ's sake boy...think! It's not just what I think, it's also what our neighbors think."
"The Tates?"
"No, not the Tates!"
"But we don't have any other neighbors."
"Daddy," interrupted Leanne, saving me from myself in the process, "it's okay."
"Not in the eyes of the law," Dad glowered. "They were minors."
"No they aren't. Ginger and Meagan both are eighteen. Ginger's almost nineteen. They both graduate from Indian Creek next week."
The stern fatherly glower faded as Dad's demeanor brightened considerably. "They're eighteen?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Oh! Well, that's different." Dad chuckled with a very boyish gleam in his eye, "I forget that you're getting older and so are your friends." Dad shifted in his chair and leaned towards Leanne. "How 'bout you inviting them to a sleepover! You girls can play hide‑the‑sausage with your poor old man."
"Daddy!"
"What? Can't I get a little too?"
I was baffled. My parents simply made no sense to me at all sometimes. Mom clarified it all later. She told me that we had to be very careful, especially when it came to minors. She said that all it took was just one complaint from some angry or jealous girl, and regardless of how willing she was at the time, she could do my folks a lot of harm. It all had to do with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. I asked about Becky, Katie and Leanne. She said that was a different situation, that what we did was nobody else's business. That clarified it all right. The waters were murky and I just had to learn to live with it.
What I did get out of it was that I shouldn't bring girls to the house for sex when Mom and Dad were home. I got that part. If I wanted to ball some chick, I should always just use the old barn. That way, they could deny any direct knowledge of my sexual activities. When it came to my sister or one of the Tate girls, I could screw them whenever and wherever, including out by the pool or even on the kitchen table so long as it was only the family, the Tates or the Holises there.
I was about to ask about Penny Holis, but decided that I should just use the barn option for the time being. One thing I knew for certain. If I thought my parents were a bit squirrelly at times, Sam's folks were even bigger squirrels. Sam's dad had made it clear what he wanted done. I supposed Miss Tricia knew about it too, but I wasn't all that sure about that. Was I supposed to do it at their house, our house, or do her out in the bushes somewhere? It was all very confusing.
To be continued...
Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
Thanks...Art