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I
awoke to a spectacular daybreak of pinks, oranges and grays, set against a deep
azure sky. Not that I appreciated it. I
was cold and felt awful, my head was pounding, my stomach was churning. I had a foul taste in my mouth, and my body
hurt from lying on the stone patio.
Forcing myself to sit upright, I discovered what a disgusting mess I was
from sleeping in my own vomit and piss.
With
great effort I made my way over to the outdoor shower near the house. The warm water felt wonderful, even though
it did nothing to alleviate the pain and suffering of my massive hangover, it
did warm me and cleanse me. Deciding
that I should spend the morning in my own bed and worry about the party mess
later, I staggered into the house.
First
thing I encountered was Katie, passed out, draped over the arm rest of the
sofa, her legs splayed and ready for anyone to step up and put a cock into
her. Judging by the five guys sprawled
out on the floor near her, the way her puffy pussy lips lewdly protruded and
the thick coating of semi‑dried cum that covered her torso, I surmised
that they and others had been doing just that to her until they had all passed
out exhausted.
Poor
girl, she was a mess. Her hair was a
tangle and her normally pink little nipples were raw red and were very swollen.
There had been probably twenty‑some‑odd guys at the party and they
had a go at the petite fourteen-year-old. I know that some, like Eric Langford and Tom White, fucked her at
least twice.
Even
though I had nothing to do with organizing the party or inviting her to it, I
felt guilty about what had happened.
After all, Katie was my girl, and I just stood by while she was gang
banged throughout the night.
That
wasn't the only problem. My asshole
tightened and I felt a knot form in my stomach. There was going to be hell to pay that was for sure. What my dad was going to do to me was
nothing compared to what Katie's dad was going to do. We had no business being at a party like that. Everyone was older, much older than we
were. We shouldn't have been there. I was as guilty as anyone else and I knew
for certain that I would be held accountable
As
I looked down upon her, I realized I had to do something, but I really didn't
have a clue as to what to do. If she hadn't been so angry with me earlier,
maybe none of this would have happened.
We would have simply spent the day and night fucking in her parent's big
bed. Leanne could have had her party
without us and taken the full consequences for it. Of course there would be questions as to where I was, and there
would be consequences to that, but nothing like the trouble we were in now.
"Damn
it, Leanne," I muttered as I decided that it wasn't my fault and it wasn't
Katie's fault either.
Picking
her up off the sofa, I carried her upstairs to my bedroom and into the bath
joining my room with Leanne's. She
really stunk of stale beer and piss.
Katie really didn't stir until I turned the water on.
"Oh!"
she moaned as the cold water splashed against her. "Oh, shit!"
Supporting
her with one arm, I soaped her down with the other. It was the first time I had been in the shower with a girl. As pleasant as that experience should have
been, it was marred by the fact that I felt terrible and I had to struggle to
keep Katie from crumpling to the floor.
After washing the grime away, I haphazardly dried us both off. Somehow I managed to brush both of our teeth
and managed to get her take a couple of Advil's and drink a large glass of
water. Then I carried her to my
bed.
Next
thing I knew, it was almost noon and the bed was shaking. I groggily lay there listening to the bed
squeak and Katie hissing, "Yesssss, oh, yesssss, baby! That feels so fucking good, Travis. Fuck me, baby, fuck me."
Slowly
I remembered that Katie was next to me.
Then I realized she was fucking, but it wasn't me fucking her. I rolled over and watched as Leanne's
boyfriend, Jason, fucked my girl. All
the while Katie was calling out my name, telling me how much she loved me,
urging me to fuck her, harder and harder.
Opening her eyes, she stared uncomprehendingly into my eyes. I surmised that she wasn't angry with me
anymore, but I don't think she realized that it wasn't me doing her until Jason
pushed himself from on top of her and got out of my bed.
Mystified,
Katie blinked a few times. Realizing
that it wasn't me who had just fucked her, Katie plaintively moaned, "Oh
god! What have I done?" She started sobbing and as the tears flowed,
I took her in my arms and hugged her.
After
five or more minutes she croaked, "Please forgive me Travis. Please, baby, forgive me."
"It's
okay, it's okay," I soothingly cooed.
"You
must think I'm a whore," she wept.
"No,
no, no," I softly comforted.
"I think you're beautiful."
"No
you don't. You think I'm a terrible
person!"
"How
are you terrible?"
"You
know...doing it...doing it with all those guys."
"Hey,
things got a little out of hand last night."
"I,
I wanted to hurt you, get back at you," she sobbed.
"Oh,
Katie! I tried to explain, but you
wouldn't listen. I thought that you were disgusted with me"
"What,
for doing your sister? I'm not
surprised, she's like my sister, a total slut.
I just wanted you for my own. I
didn't want to share you."
"You're
not disgusted with me?"
"No...
I don't suppose it's any worse that what I do with Becky."
"You
and Becky?"
"Oh
god, you do think I'm terrible! Don't
you?"
"No,
no. I'm the one that's terrible. I didn't protect you."
"Protect
me? How would you have protected
me?"
"I
don't know. I should have put a stop to
it somehow."
"Oh,
Travis, don't think that any of it was your fault. I, I wanted it."
"You
wanted it?"
"Well,
not at first... no, that's not right either.
I wanted to hurt you, show you that if you could screw Leanne or any other
girl, then I could screw any other guy I wanted too. Also it was just so exciting.
Everyone was screwing. Naked
guys were everywhere, and when Eric Langford walked up and began rubbing his
cock into me, saying he wanted to be the first to fuck me, I just melted."
"I
think that was the dope."
"Yes...
I suppose so... but I wanted him... before I took a hit."
"Did
you enjoy it?"
"He's
so big... at first it hurt, then.... then it felt so good."
"I
mean, do you have any regrets?"
"Only
that you now think I'm terrible slut."
"Look,
I told you, I don't think you're terrible.
The only problem I see is if you didn't want any of it to happen."
"Oh,
I wanted it."
"Then
you enjoyed it?"
"Oh
god, yes. Yes, I did."
"Good, because if you didn't..."
"Yes. I enjoyed it, Travis, I really did... No,
that's not quite right. When Eric
finished in me, and then pulled out, I, I, I felt so...so empty. Then another guy, god I didn't know who he
was, he shoved his prick into me and, and I loved it! That's what makes me so terrible! I loved it."
I
sighed with relief at the knowledge that there wasn't necessarily going to any
serious repercussions resulting from the party coming from Katie. I still had my own dad to deal with, but at
least her dad, Gib Tate, my dad's best pal, he wasn't going to want my
hide. Now my only real worry was to
find a way to convince her that she shouldn't feel guilty. "Hey, I enjoyed fucking Leanne's
girlfriends, that doesn't make me terrible. Does it?"
"It's
different with guys."
"No,
not really. Ask Leanne... She says girls need it as much or maybe even
more than guys do. Or ask your sister,
I'm sure she'll tell you the same. To
tell you the truth... I got a kick out of watching you."
"You
did?"
"Yeah,
it was sort of strange... it bothered me at first, but then I really enjoyed
watching the other guys fuck you... Hey, if you had fun, it's okay by me. I had fun too, fun screwing Angelina, fun
screwing Becky, fun screwing the other girls, fun screwing you, fun screwing
until I couldn't get it up anymore."
"You
screwed me last night?"
"Yeah,
I think I was the first to pop your butt."
"Oh,
yeah. Boy, that was intense."
"You
know, I think you like sex as much as I do," I waxed philosophically. "In fact, I know you do."
"I
don't just like sex, I love sex!"
Katie hugged me and kissed me.
"Oh, Travis! I love you. You're the best! All I think about is screwing, screwing you, screwing Sam,
screwing hunks like Eric."
"Sam? You want to screw Sam?"
"Well,
yeah. He's cute, just like you."
"Hmmm,
you know, that could be arranged. I'm
sure he wouldn't mind," I laughed.
Katie
gave me an impish grin and sprang out bed, heading into the bath to take a
leak. I still felt like crap but I
forced myself to get up and headed downstairs to try and clean up the mess.
I
started by fishing cups, hot dogs, boots, socks, a bikini top and other stuff
from the pool including a wrought iron chair.
I also fished out several turds.
Fucking animals! The water
naturally tested unfit, so I shocked the water with a massive dose of chemicals
to set it straight. It would be days
before the pool could be used. I could
only hope that Dad wouldn't want to swim when he got back from Fort Worth later
in the day or tomorrow.
It
was a pleasant surprised to see Jason Riley and Tom White come out and help me
clean up. The three of us picked up
trash, lost clothing and other stuff, bagged it all and hosed down the patio. Inside, we mopped the terrazzo floor and
cleaned up as best we could, opening all the windows to air out the house.
We
loaded all the trash bags and lost articles into the back of Jason's
pickup. No later than ten minutes after
he and Tom White left, Mom's Suburban pulled into the drive. Everyone else was gone by now, including
Katie and Becky, but I felt a little uneasy.
I headed upstairs to make sure no one was still in bed with Leanne. She was alone, sprawled out naked on top of
the covers, snoozing away.
"Leanne! Leanne!" I called as I shook her from
her slumber.
"Wha? What is it?"
"Mom
and Dad are home. Get up, get a shower
and get cleaned up."
"Oh
god, the house!"
"Don't
worry about it, Sis, it's taken care of.
Now get up and put on your best game face!"
Slipping
on a pair of cutoff jeans, I headed downstairs.
"Hey
there, boy!" greeted my dad with a broad smile. He was in a good mood and I hoped he'd stay that way. "Sure is a hot one for May," he
observed. "How come the windows
are all up?"
"It
was stuffy, so I aired the house out."
"Well,
go close the windows, the house is getting full of pollen. Where's your sister?"
"Upstairs. Taking a bath I think."
"You
two didn't get into any trouble, did you?"
I
knew better than to lie, but then again, I hadn't gotten into any trouble. Not yet at least. "Uh, no sir. Becky
got a flat yesterday," I offered as a deflection. "Mr. Hollis helped us out."
"Hollis
uh? Well, he's a friendly
guy." Next to Gib, Joe Hollis was
Dad's biggest pal. Dad paused and
added, "You didn't have Sam over last night did you?"
"Uh,
no sir. I didn't see Sam last
night."
"Occupied?" He grin broadly as he leaned into me to say,
"You get a little from that Tate girl?"
"Uh,
yes sir."
Dad
laughed and slapped me on the back. "Good, that's good, boy! Didn't knock
her up, did ya?" Dad was about to
say something else when Mom came in lugging a grocery bag.
"I
do declare, William T. Kern! Where are
your manners? Do I have to unload the
truck by all myself?"
"No,
Roxanne. Travis and I will get
it," Dad answered with a look that admitted his guilt.
Dad
and I unloaded the groceries, all the shopping bags, and finally the single
overnight bag. While Mom unloaded and
put away the groceries, Dad went into his bedroom, emerging in his swimsuit.
"Uh,
Dad?" I began tentatively. "I
had to shock the pool."
"What? How come?"
"Uh,
I had an accident. Must have been
something I ate in town yesterday. I
cleaned it all up. I'm sorry, Dad,
but..."
"Well,
those things happen," he said stoically as he accepted my story.
"Uh,
I've got some homework," I said as a means of escape, reluctant to press
my luck with either Mom or Dad.
"Supper
will be ready in an hour," said Mom cheerfully.
"Yes,
Ma'am," I acknowledged before heading upstairs.
My
room looked out over the patio and I saw Dad sipping a beer as he relaxed in
the warm sun. The shower was still
running and knowing that Mom was busy, I decided to look in on Leanne. As I entered the bath, the water stopped and
Leanne stepped out of the shower.
My
sister smiled coyly. Turning her shoulders
slightly, she arched her back slightly, lifting and accenting her massive
breasts. Water beaded up on her bare
skin and ran in rivulets down her nubile body. I was feeling a heck of a lot
better now than I did earlier in the day, and my dick grew hard at the
beautiful sight before me.
"You
want me, Squirt?" she said sweetly.
"Yeah,
damned right I do," I replied wolfishly.
"Well
tough!" Her expression turned
instantly to one of scorn. "Never again, Travis! You can look, but you can't touch!"
Mystified
I stammered, "Wh...What's your problem?"
"You
are my problem. Last night, you stuck
your cock up my butt! Everybody saw
it! I told you, I was off limits to you
last night. Now... I'm off limits
forever!"
"Leanne,
I, I, I didn't realize it was you. I
was so wasted, I didn't know who I was doing."
"Everyone
is going to think we're a couple of perverts."
"I
doubt it, it was an honest mistake."
"Honest
mistake? Hmmmm, that puts a good spin
on it," she waxed. "It was an
honest mistake." Looking up at me,
her angry expression softened.
"That's pretty good, Squirt."
Her expression changed again from a come‑on to alarm. "Mom!
Dad! They're home?"
"Yeah. Mom's fixing supper, Dad's out by the
pool. Don't worry, they're cool."
"Really? The place was a mess last night."
"Like
I said, Sis, I took care of it."
"Thanks,
Travis... Gee, I really owe you."
"Can
I collect tonight?"
"Didn't
you get enough yesterday and last night?"
I
stepped forward and fondled her bare breasts.
"No. Did you?"
My
sister giggled and admitted, "No... I never get enough, but I'd better get
downstairs and help Mom."
Leanne
stepped away and began drying off. I
watched as she put on a skimpy bikini, helping her out by tying the strings for
her top. "I had to shock the
pool," I warned.
"It
was that bad?"
"Yep."
"Does
Dad know?"
"Yep. Told him that I ate something and had an
accident."
"Thanks
Travis, that's good thinking."
Actually
I did have some homework to do. Finals
were around the corner and I had a science paper I needed to finish. I got to it and soon Mom called for me to
come down for supper. Shirtless I sat
down with my Dad. Mom admonished,
"You two, go put a shirt on! This ain't no nudist colony! You too Leanne, go get a shirt on."
Dad
looked crossways at Mom, but reluctantly rose to meet her request. Leanne and I said, "Yes, Ma'am,"
got up and quickly returned. I wasn't
surprised that the top Leanne put on barely covered her, but it was apparently
enough to satisfy Mom.
The
discussion revolved around how good the band was at Billy Bob's Saturday night
and what a good time they all had.
Mercifully they didn't inquire into what Leanne and I had been up
to. Once supper was done, I excused
myself, leaving Dad to gawk at Leanne as she did the dishes.
I
went upstairs, and finished my science paper.
Slipping on a pair of boots, I went back down to the kitchen. Dad was still sitting at the table with
Leanne sitting in his lap. Mom was gone
and as I walked in, Dad looked up sternly and said, "I need to talk to
your sister, in private. Don't you have some chores?"
"Yes,
sir. I need to tend to the
horses."
"Okay,
then go do it," he said gruffly.
A
knot of fear formed in my stomach.
Something wasn't right. Dad knew
something and that meant trouble, big trouble.
I paused, wondering what I should do.
"Go
on, Son. It's almost dark."
"Yes,
sir."
I
headed to the stable. The horses were
at the fence, somewhat agitated and I realized that I had forgotten to tend to
them last evening. No doubt Dad had
noticed their agitation and knew why they were upset. They followed me to the stable, where I feed them oats and
groomed each one of them. Well, they
weren't going to starve, I told myself.
The pasture grass was rich and green, there having been plenty of rain
in April. Still the horses needed daily
attention to keep them in top condition.
I took my time, doing the job right and by the time I was finished, it
was dark. Clouds had moved in obscuring
the moon, so it was nearly pitch black. The only light was from the window of
my upstairs room that cast a soft glow over the patio
As
I approached the rear of the house, I saw Dad sitting on a chase lounge, while
a female figure slowly rose and sank in his lap. I studied her face, unsure if it was Mom or Sis. Suddenly he stood, picking her up and
carried her into the house nude.
"Shit,"
I muttered to myself. "He's fucking Leanne!" I wasn't exactly surprised, but still...
Quietly
I entered the house and went upstairs.
I looked into Leanne's room and found her sitting at her study desk,
working math problems. I was sort of
disappointed. Dad had been fucking Mom
and not Sis. Shaking my head at my own
stupidity I snorted to myself, "Of course it was Mom! Why not?"
Leanne
turned and saw me at her door.
"What's
up?"
"Nothing,
just I stumbled on Mom and Dad getting after it by the pool."
"Cool! Mom's so hot, don't you think so?"
"Uh,
well, I've never thought of her like that before, but now that you mention it,
yeah, she is hot."
"And
so is Dad! He's got the
biggest..." I waited for to
complete her sentence but she never did.
"Biggest
what?"
"Never
mind."
"No,
you were saying he had the biggest what?
The biggest dick?"
"Travis! Really, you don't have to be so crude."
"I
didn't say it, you did."
"I
did not!"
"Well...you
were going to say it. How do you know
Dad has a big dick?"
"Oh,
Travis, really! I was going to say he
has big muscles."
"No,
you weren't. I'm not stupid. I've seen how you show yourself off and I've
seen how he reacts. Why were you
sitting in his lap?"
"Don't
be silly, Squirt. He's Dad."
"And
I'm your brother."
"True,
but it's really not the same thing."
I
really wanted to come out and ask point blank if she was fucking Dad, but I
remembered what Uncle Jake had often said, "Never talk about who you're
screwing and never ask someone about who they are screwing. It's bad, bad manners. You understand me, Son? Of course, when your
swapping lies over a beer or two..."
Then I remembered how uncomfortable I was when Dad had asked me about
having sex with Katie. That was bad
manners too I judged, but then Dad had the right to question me about anything.
"Hey,
I'm just about finished here."
Leanne's eyes sparkled and laughed as she asked, "Wanna play
naughty?"
"Yeah,
but they're still awake," I said nodding towards the door.
"No
sweat. They'll be occupied for
hours. They won't get out of bed until
the morning... unless they're changing positions." Then she grinned mischievously adding,
"Give me a half hour, then... come and take me."
I
took the half hour to wash up and get ready for bed. Buck‑naked and hard from anticipation, I then strode
through the connecting bath into my slut sister's bedroom, appreciating for the
first time the layout arrangement of our house.
To be continued...