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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 55


Mom and I arrived home about five. Peter was waiting on the front 
porch for me. I grinned when I first spotted him. He was probably 
just as anxious as I was about getting together.

"We’ll have supper about 6:30," Mom called out to me. I pulled 
Peter along with me as we practically ran upstairs to my bedroom.

With the door closed, we stripped each other before falling on my 
bed in an embrace. I didn’t have a clue how much time passed as 
we made out like two long lost lovers. I don’t think we said one 
word the whole time, other than some moans.

"Will you fuck me, baby?" I finally groaned to him.

He then totally surprised me. I had expected to spend a little 
time talking him into it, but he completely surprised me when he 
leaned over to get a tissue from my bedside stand, opened my legs 
and took my tampon out. I was glad to see I wasn’t bleeding much 
anymore.

He held it by the tissue in his hand and seemed unsure what to do 
with it.

"Just drop it in my trash can," I told him, "and I’ll take care 
of it later."

He quickly did and was right back between my legs, stroking his 
stiff cock.

I was so proud of him. I was sure he could tell as well. But even 
though I was so incredibly horny, I also knew I needed something 
underneath me or I would be doing more laundry before I could go 
to bed.

I jumped up, grabbed an old top out of my closet that I didn’t 
care about anymore, and scrambled back to my bed with it. I 
situated it on the bed, and then plopped my butt down on it, 
spreading myself open for Peter.

"Fuck me, lover," I huskily told him.

And fuck me he did. I thought he was gonna pound me through the 
bed before he finally held himself deep inside me and came. I 
loved the way his cock felt when it was spurting. I could feel 
every jerk and spasm. It caused me to orgasm as well. It wasn’t 
the strongest one I ever had, but it had me yelping and 
whimpering. It was just what I needed.

Afterwards, we kissed tenderly for a short time.

"Wait right there," I said as I got up and left the bedroom to 
get a wash cloth to clean him up with. Before I left the bathroom 
though, I had to clean myself as his cum ran down the insides of 
my thighs. Maybe Penny and Pam had really cut him off.

Joining him back on my bed, I lovingly cleaned his cock.

"What made you do all of that?" I asked him.

"Mom and I had a good talk yesterday," he said, blushing a 
little.

"And?" I smiled while asking.

"She talked with me about girls and periods and stuff. She said 
it would make you feel better. I then had sex with her ... like 
we just did. Mom had just started her period."

I owed Maggie a big kiss.

I lay down on top of him, "I’m proud of you."

"Did it make you feel better?"

"It made me feel great."

I didn’t want to tell him my period was pretty much over. He did 
something I knew was hard for him to do ... just for me, to make 
me feel better.

"Thank you, sweetie, for doing that for me." I softly told him, 
kissing him.

We then snuggled together and talked about the weekend. I told 
him about what happened while I was in the tree house with Mom. 
He thought that was pretty wild. He said he wanted to fuck me in 
that tree house some time. I told him I wasn’t sure when that 
could happen, that I would have to get Mom and my grandparents 
approval before he could come to their house to visit. It would 
definitely have to be a day trip.

I thought he would be upset about what I did with Mr. Blackmon. 
While we had said sex with adults was okay, was it okay if those 
adults were people he didn’t know at all? With the Pervitts, he 
was at least familiar with who they were. He didn’t know Mr. 
Blackmon at all.

He was quiet for a moment before he said he was okay with what 
happened. But I could tell that something was bothering him. We 
talked more about having sex with others and especially with 
others from outside our group of friends.

We agreed that before we had sex with anyone new that we would at 
least consider in our own mind if it would make the other 
uncomfortable.

Peter said, "Someone like Mr. Blackmon is okay then. But like if 
it’s the father or mother of someone I don’t like, then I’d 
rather you didn’t."

I understood what he was saying. I certainly wouldn’t want him 
fucking someone like Becky Jordan’s or Barry Norris’s mother. 
They were taboo by association. So, we agreed to that as a new 
ground rule. That seemed to make him feel better as well.

I began to appreciate even more the issues Sarah and Jamie were 
dealing with. I was a lucky girl that Peter was okay with me 
having sex with others at all. It was so cool that he loved me so 
much to forgive me my antics as quickly as he did.

I so wanted to tell him about the old Munson house, too, but I 
kept my agreement with Mom.

He got a kick out of the tampon shooter when I showed it to him. 
With a big grin on his face he asked if he could borrow it 
sometime.

"No way, buster," I answered with a smile. "Penny told me ..."

"Okay, okay," he interrupted me blushingly. "Never mind that."

I laughed. "Caught ya, lover."

He pushed me on my back and kissed me fiercely. When he lifted 
up, he locked eyes with me. "You can catch me anytime, Mel."

We talked some more while cuddled together. I told him about 
being invited to the next swinger group meeting.

He smiled, "Mom told me after lunch that I was invited to the 
next one."

"That's about the time Mom and Colleen told Sarah and me. I guess 
the two of them and your mom talked about it sometime just before 
then and decided it was time the three of us became involved."

"I wonder if Julie will be there, too."

"I'll be shocked if she isn't."

"That brings up something ..." Peter began.

"What?"

"If it’s a swingers party, will everyone be having sex with 
everyone else?"

"You mean ..."

"Like me with ... oh let’s say Julie, Belle, Alicia Formon ... or 
even Sarah."

"Yeah ... I see ..."

"How do you feel about that?"

I thought for a few moments. Did I really care if Peter fucked 
other teen girls if we were all someplace where fucking was 
supposed to happen?

"Since it’s a swingers party, I don't see why not. I mean, that's 
what everyone is there to do ... fuck each other."

I looked at Peter for a moment, "Will you be okay with everyone 
you know who will be there?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"So, let’s just see how things go ... and we can talk about 
things afterwards, if one of us has a problem with something."

"I wonder how Jamie will be when it comes to Sarah."

"I dunno, but I guess we'll all find out."

I knew there was still a lot that we needed to talk about, but I 
was tired of talking. All I wanted right then was to just cuddle 
and make kissy face with Peter. He didn't mind at all. I loved 
having his lips against mine, and it was clear he felt the same.

It was just so wild how so much had changed between the two of 
us. I was totally his. And he totally belonged to me. I really 
hoped it would never change, and that we would just become even 
closer over time. I knew we were just thirteen, but right then I 
just couldn't imagine ever being in love with anyone else.


******


Daddy and Jamie arrived home from the game at about six. I 
discovered it when Jamie popped his head into my room while I was 
still cuddling naked with my boyfriend. I had mixed feelings 
about his getting to go to the game, but I had had a great time 
at the party, and then afterwards with Peter.

"Hey, guys," Jamie said, tossing me a baseball. "I caught that at 
the game."

"So, you felt the urgent need to gloat about it as soon as you 
got home?" I complained.

"I'm giving it to you, sister dearest."

"Seriously?" I asked, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to 
do with a baseball.

"Sure, you can give it to one of your kids."

"I don't have any kids," I sniped back.

"If you and Peter keep it up ..." he began saying before he 
ducked out of the room when I drew my arm back to throw it at 
him. He then poked his head back in, "I really did give it to you 
since you couldn't come with us. Honest."

I realized he was really trying to be nice. "Thanks, Jamie," I 
replied with a growing smile.

"You're welcome, sis," he said before going on to his bedroom.

I looked at Peter and he said, "You two have come a long ways."

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't but just a few months ago you would've probably chased 
after him just so you could've thrown something at him. And you 
punched him pretty good the weekend you discovered us nude in our 
backyard."

"Things are ... different," I replied. And they really were. For 
one, it wasn't that long ago that he would have never let me get 
near a baseball he had caught at a major league game, much less 
just toss it to me to keep. Maybe things really had changed for 
the better between us.

"Because you're having sex with him?" Peter asked.

I thought a moment. "Well, that may be part of it, but I think we 
better appreciate each other now."

"I remember a few times not long ago that you would've shot him 
if you'd had a gun."

I remembered a LOT of times. But I was learning a lot about Jamie 
lately.

"Peter, did you know he beat up Barry Norris?"

"Yeah. I think Barry lost a tooth from it. Supposedly he was 
talking some shit to Jamie."

"I just found out this week from my parents that Jamie had caught 
him talking some shit about me. He beat up Barry over what he 
said about me."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Why?"

"Remember about five or six years ago we were playing dodgeball 
in my backyard?"

"We've played that a lot."

"Well, ummm ... there was this one time when I was a little 
pissed off at you ..."

"Was it you that hit me in the face with the ball that time when 
I wasn't looking?"

"Yeah, I got mad at you for something you said and threw it 
pretty hard at you. It was dumb and I wished I hadn't after I did 
it. You didn't see it coming."

I had never asked who had done it.

"So, it was you, huh?" I pushed him over onto his back and 
playfully jabbed his shoulder.

"You went inside crying. No one else actually saw me aiming the 
ball at you ... except Jamie. Everyone else said it was just an 
accident."

"You aimed it at my face?!"

"Not at your face ... just you. I felt bad about it afterwards. I 
just wanted it to hit your body."

"It's a good thing I love you or I would ..." I playfully began 
to threaten before he interrupted me.

"Jamie did it for you. Well, almost."

"What did he do?"

"When you ran inside crying, Jamie and I were behind everyone as 
they followed you inside. He grabbed me and pulled me back off 
the deck and into the yard. He then threw me to the ground and 
threatened to punch me in the face. He would've if Mom hadn't 
seen what was going on and come outside and yelled at us to break 
it up."

"Jesus, dude. We were probably eight at the time. He was doing 
all kinds of shit to me back then. He made me cry more times than 
I can count!"

"Well, he was the only one that got to do shit to you. I think 
most everyone knew that."

Why didn't I? I guess I was too preoccupied with doing shit to 
him when I could. And now he was giving me things that he never 
would have in the past.

"You always got along pretty good with your sisters," I noted.

"That's because it was two against one! I knew if I started 
something that I would end up taking on both of them. So I just 
got along with them ... most of the time."

I remembered Pam standing up for Peter quite a bit. I knew Penny 
did as well, but she was usually hanging out with her older 
friends.

"Forgive me?" he sweetly asked.

"Dude, we were just eight-years-old!"

"Yeah, but I still want you to forgive me."

"I forgive you since I'm sure you didn't mean to hurt me. But 
what did I say that made you so mad?"

"Right before that, you said something to Sarah that I overheard. 
You told her I threw like a girl."

Shit. He got mad at me for being a little shit to him. He 
actually threw pretty damn good, which is why my face probably 
hurt as bad as it did at the time.

"You didn't really throw like a girl. I was just being mean to 
you."

That just made me remember other times I wasn't so nice to him 
while growing up. He had been a yucky boy then though! And he was 
always hanging around me! I now knew why.

"I was mean to you a lot. Forgive me?" I asked, giving him that 
most yearnful look I was very good at.

He did. We then made out some more. He kissed me all over my face 
to make up for hitting me with the ball years ago. I think he 
just wanted to kiss all over my face. I didn't care. I just ate 
it all up, no matter what his motivation happened to be.

Before long, though, Mom called us to supper. We got dressed 
again and Peter went on home since his mom had supper ready at 
her house as well.


******


I was glad Mom hadn’t fixed a big meal. I was still sorta full 
from all the chocolate and other goodies we had earlier at the 
Thomas’s.

"I hear Jamie gave you the baseball he caught today? Did you 
thank him?" Mom asked me.

"Yes, ma'am."

Daddy joined in, "He told me he was going to give it to you right 
after he caught it. It was a foul ball hit by Chipper Jones."

I cut my eyes at Jamie. "He's the one on the poster in your 
bedroom, isn't he?"

"Yeah," he said, continuing to eat.

I remembered him talking about Chipper Jones a lot. I knew he was 
his favorite baseball player.

"Why didn't you keep it then?" I asked him.

He sorta shrugged. I looked over at Mom who was smiling at me.

I looked back at Jamie and smiled. He just kept on eating though.

As we finished eating, I suddenly remembered I was supposed to 
call Coach Stanton. I excused myself, telling Mom I needed to 
call Coach before it got too late.

I took the phone up to my room before calling.

"Stanton residence," she answered.

"Hi, Coach. This is Melissa."

"Hi, Captain Melissa. I hope you had an enjoyable weekend."

Oh Gawd did I ever, but I wasn't about to get into that!

"It was fun seeing my grandparents. I hadn't seen them all 
summer."

"Wonderful. Melissa, you know school is just three weeks away, 
and cheer practice officially starts a week from Monday."

"Yes, ma'am."

"How are things going with Jennifer?"

"Really great. Friday she showed me things she had been 
practicing already on her own. She's a lot further along than I 
had ever figured she would be. Anna practiced with her today. 
I'll be practicing with her tomorrow."

"Sounds like you have things under control then."

"I believe so."

"I'm glad you're involving Anna, too. It shows you have 
leadership instincts."

I felt really flattered.

"Listen," she began, "Coach Tanner and I would like to meet with 
all of the team captains on a regular basis. Coach Tanner will be 
out of town this week though. So, I'm arranging for you, Mandy, 
Amber and me to meet this Tuesday afternoon without her. Can you 
make it then?"

"I should be able to. I'll likely need a ride."

"I'll arrange for someone to pick you up. For now, plan on us 
getting together at my house at three."

"What are we gonna talk about?"

"You'll see then," she said rather curtly. "Melissa, I'm very 
happy to have you back, and even more so that you're the team 
captain. I'm very excited about the upcoming year."

"I am, too. The routine we're doing should impress the judges at 
all of the competitions. I bet we get at least several first 
place trophies."

"And you're a big reason why that will happen."

"Thanks, Coach," I replied, glad she couldn’t see me blushing.

"So, someone will call you Tuesday morning to arrange picking you 
up. Any other questions?"

"No, ma'am," I replied, especially since she wasn't going to talk 
about the meeting with me beforehand.

"I’ll see you on Tuesday then, goodnight."

"Okay. Goodnight, Coach."

I laid the phone down and wondered what we could possibly talk 
about at a meeting like that. I guessed I would find out Tuesday 
afternoon.

I went back downstairs to help Mom finish cleaning up the 
kitchen.


******


Just as we were finishing with cleaning up, the doorbell rang.

"Mel, would you see who is at the door, please?"

I didn't think my parents were expecting anyone. When I opened 
the door, I found Kari.

"Hi, Mel."

"Hi, Kari," I replied, letting her come in.

"I think Jamie is up in his room," I told her. My first thought 
was that Sarah was gonna be pissed about this.

"I'm here to see you, not Jamie."

I was sure she could tell how puzzled I was.

"Can we go somewhere we can talk alone?"

"Umm, yeah. My room," I said, getting her to follow me.

"Hi, Kari," Mom said after stepping out of the kitchen and seeing 
her. "It’s a surprise to see you here tonight."

"Hi, Andrea," she told her. It still felt weird hearing a teen 
girl call my mother by her first name. "I want to talk to Mel a 
little."

As we walked up the steps, I wondered why she wanted to talk to 
me so badly that she came over on a Sunday night like this. She 
had never come over just to see me before.

Once we were in my bedroom, Kari closed the door and we got onto 
my bed together, facing each other.

I smiled bewildered at her. I didn't have a clue what to say.

"Surprised I came by to see you?"

"Well ... yeah. You never have before."

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to hang out with you?"

"Yeah ... I figured you would call or something first."

"Well, I don't call to make appointments with friends when I 
really want to talk to them. I just go see them."

I mentally shrugged and figured this was just part of her bossy 
nature.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Penny told me she talked with you a little about Mandy."

"Last Friday at her house."

"Then you know Mandy has been asking about you. She's asked me 
about you several times, and I'm sure she has been asking 
others."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you're cool and fun to have around."

"For my age?"

"I know you're kinda touchy about that."

"You'd be if you were in my position."

"You're probably right. Your age is part of who you are, but it’s 
also mostly just a number."

"I still don't get it. Why are you and Penny so interested in me 
hanging out with you? I can't even drive!"

"Because you're awesome. You know how to have fun. Nobody cares 
about your age if you're fun to have around. And another thing, 
you're loyal to your friends, even when some of them shit on 
you."

"Like Pam and Jamie?"

"Well, Pam, yeah. Jamie's your brother though. That's different. 
I shit on Mike and Julie sometimes. That's just part of being 
siblings, but I would always kill for them. Jamie is the same 
with you."

"I still don't get it though. I've never hung out and done things 
with anyone in high school except for you and Penny, and we 
haven't hung out much at all. The night in the Rayners’ backyard, 
the nude camping weekend when we happened to be together, and 
this past Friday night. Those times were a lot of fun, but that 
was just three times. Oh, and the blindfold game with Mr. Rayner. 
It was never just the two of us hanging out."

"Yeah, we don't have a lot of history, but that'll change soon 
enough. That's why I'm here. I seriously want us to do things 
together. I also want to help you out when I can, give you the 
benefit of my experience."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you want to," I told her. "I've 
always thought you were really cool."

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "We both have an interest in looking 
out for each other."

I nodded in agreement.

"You know you're quickly becoming popular to talk about."

"Because I'm a cheerleader again?"

"No, dude, but it's WHY you're a cheerleader again. You're hot 
property with the cool kids. Some of the more important ones have 
even been urging Coach Stanton to get you back on the team. Why 
do you think she has been after you and showed up at your place 
with your old stunt group?"

I shrugged. "Because I'm good?"

"Well, sure. Everyone talks about your dedication to the team, 
especially with everything you did AFTER you quit. You scored a 
lot of points with the right people."

"But I'm not irreplaceable. It's not like I'm a flyer."

"It doesn't matter if you're a flyer or not. You see, some of the 
older girls want you 'in' instead of 'out'. They urged Coach 
Stanton to get you back on the team. It just made your coach want 
you all the more. With you being a cheerleader again, it makes it 
easier to get you 'in'."

None of this was making any sense.

"I don't get it," I stated. "What do you mean by 'in' instead of 
'out'? Why does it matter if I'm a cheerleader or not?"

"If you're a cheerleader, at least at Hidden Valley, you're 
almost automatically a part of them. After that, they figure 
you'll want to be with them."

"Part of whom? Who is them?!" I demanded to know.

"The elite girls. More specifically - the cool chicks, the girls 
everyone wants to hang out and party with, the girls the really 
hot guys want to be with."

Fucking hell. The last thing I was worried about was cliques at 
school, especially those at the high school.

I replied, "If I'm such 'hot property', wouldn't I have been part 
of 'them' even if I wasn't a cheerleader?"

"Not as easily, especially with you still in middle school. Being 
a cheerleader gives you a certain amount of status automatically 
in the eyes of most everyone."

"So I'm cool just because I'm a cheerleader? That seriously 
blows."

"You're cool because the 'right' people think you are."

"Mandy?" I guessed.

"Not just her. There are others."

"So I have Mandy's seal of approval." I sarcastically stated. 
"Woohoo!"

"Girl, I know you don't care a whole lot about status. It's one 
of the things I like about you. But you can't avoid it."

"Why not?" I asked. "I have my friends. I don't need to be super 
popular. I really don't want all the attention, not with the 
things I'm doing."

Kari nodded. She knew exactly what I meant. I certainly didn't 
need to be going out of my way to be in the spotlight any more 
than I already was. The less people paid attention to me, the 
better for everyone involved.

Kari gathered herself, "Let me cut to the chase. You're one of 
the most popular middle school girls. You're going to be one of 
the most popular in high school. It's just a fact. You're hot. 
You're fun to be around. You have a hot older brother in high 
school who is a popular jock. You're gonna rule in high school. 
You'll date whoever you want to date ..."

"I don't want to date anyone other than Peter," I forcefully 
stated.

"You know what I mean, chica."

I did, but the last thing I wanted was a rumor getting started 
accidentally that I wanted to date other people!

Kari continued, "Other girls will be popular because they get to 
hang out with you."

"You mean like Sarah?"

"Sarah's hot property by default. For one, she's hot too. But the 
big thing is she is dating Jamie, a hot high school boy. Also, 
everyone knows the two of you are tight. And then there is Pam. 
She's hot and is dating Mike who is very popular. That means you 
already have hot friends."

"So it's all about status."

"'fraid so, girlie. You're already a queen bee. You'll be one in 
high school, most likely one of the most popular ones. Your 
biggest rival will most likely be Tammy Addison."

"Tammy and I are good friends."

"Really?" She deadpanned, obviously surprised.

"We've been good friends for years!"

"Then why do you two diss each other all the time? Pam says you 
sit together a lot at school, but that you slam each other like 
you can't stand one another."

I chuckled. "That's just what we do. We tease each other about a 
lot of things. It's never said in a hateful way, but I guess I 
could see how people overhearing it might think that. And we 
don't do that all the time. Most of the time we're just talking 
about things. I guess some people only pay attention to the slams 
we give each other. In many ways, we're best friends."

"She hates cheerleaders though. People have heard her say stuff 
like that."

"She hates stuck up bitches is all, which a lot of cheerleaders 
tend to be. She just says 'cheerleaders' to poke fun at me. She 
knows I'm not like that though. It's just part of us having fun 
with each other."

"Well, whatever is going on between the two of you, people 
already see you as rivals because of it."

I smiled and shook my head incredulously.

"Mel, I'm just telling you how people see things, especially 
people like Mandy and her friends. They've heard through people 
that Tammy hates cheerleaders, and they've wanted to get back at 
her. The problem is no one knows anything to embarrass her with. 
She doesn't have a boyfriend, so they can't spread cheating 
rumors around ..."

I figured that was probably because she had been too busy with 
grownups, like the church youth minister and Doris. I also knew 
she was involved with Belle though.

Kari continued, "No one would actually believe she is a lesbian 
if a rumor like that got started. She’s gorgeous, so guys drool 
over her. Her family is fucking rich. Her parents are wheels, so 
most people want to buddy up to her if they can. She's almost 
untouchable ... except when it comes to you.

"People think you can get under her skin because of the way she 
trades insults with you. So, it's natural to see the two of you 
as rivals. In fact, the older girls may tell you that being with 
them will give you a big advantage over her when it comes to 
being more popular."

I sat there stunned for a few moments.

"Kari, I don't need to be more popular than Tammy."

"You'll have to figure out how to deal with that. I'm just saying 
how people are beginning to see it already. Perception tends to 
be reality with most people."

I was learning so much from Kari that I probably wouldn't have 
even thought about until I was actually facing it.

Kari then said, "When you start practice with the cheerleaders, 
don't be surprised when some of them try to scheme with you about 
what to do to Tammy. They'll try to convince you that she is your 
enemy."

I wondered if they might have been successful when they tried if 
Kari hadn't forewarned me. Not likely, but in the right situation 
they could have told me something that wasn't true but convinced 
me I couldn't trust Tammy. I mean, I thought I could trust Pam 
over most people because we had grown up as good friends, and 
look where that had gotten me. Even Sarah had become involved in 
fooling me for others when put under a lot of pressure. And I had 
even done it to her!

I took what Kari was telling me seriously. As if my life wasn't 
complicated enough! Now I had Mandy, a high school senior and the 
most popular girl at Hidden Valley, and her friends to deal with.

I finally said, "Okay then, I'm going to be super-duper popular 
and have everyone begging for me to anoint them as part of my 
kingdom. Tammy is my rival. Soooo this affects Mandy ... how?"

"You're potential competition to her popularity."

"But I'm in middle school!"

"Mandy was at one time, too. And in eighth grade Mandy was 
already very popular with high school kids."

"So, is she just trying to control me?"

"Partly, but she has other motives. So do some of the other high 
school cheerleaders, especially the ones seriously tight with 
Mandy. They're better and stronger with you than without you. 
You'll make them just that much more popular. And since you are 
younger, they don't see you as a major internal threat to them 
that they can't control from within."

"What if I don't want to be tight with Mandy and her posse?"

"Then you'll definitely be viewed as a threat. You'll have to 
watch your back that much more, not that you won't have to 
anyway. Even within their clique, they can stab each other in the 
back at times. It doesn't happen often, but it does."

"Like?" I asked.

"Like when I was a freshman, I remember this girl whose father 
lost his job and her parents had to sell their house because they 
couldn't afford it any longer. Suddenly she wasn't good enough 
for her longtime 'friends' anymore. Rumors started about her, 
trashing her. Soon after, her popular boyfriend dumped her. And 
since she had been such a bitch to most everyone else in the 
past, she just became an outcast to almost everyone at school."

I swallowed hard listening to that.

Kari continued, "The cheerleaders and their close friends are a 
little tighter though. They really look after each other. It's 
more like a sorority than most cliques. If you're gonna be 
popular, that's probably the safest group to be in ... even 
though they can be the most stuck-up bitches around."

I scrunched my lips. And I thought middle school was complicated!

"But I am a cheerleader," I stated. "If I decide not to be a part 
of Mandy's clique, I'm still a part of their 'sorority'. And 
cheerleaders are supposed to look out for each other."

"Mandy and the others must think they can win you over. Otherwise 
they wouldn’t have pushed Coach Stanton to get you back on the 
squad. And if you really threatened them, they would stab you in 
the back in some way to protect themselves."

I sighed deeply.

"I'm not trying to scare you with this. You just need to know. 
Look, I get that you're not all that into drama, but it isn't 
always about that. It can be a lot of fun being with Mandy and 
her friends. You just need to understand the do's and don'ts. You 
need to know your place as well. It's not a democracy."

"What do's and don'ts? What's my place?"

"That will depend on girls like Mandy. The main thing is not to 
show them up in any kind of way."

I still didn't have clue. How was I supposed to know if I was 
about to show them up somehow? And even if I did, what if I 
didn't give a fuck what they thought? I wasn't about to let 
anyone, except maybe my parents until I was eighteen, run my 
life!

That included Peter, although I was certainly open to discussing 
things with him ... and even compromising if it felt right. I was 
happy with how we were discussing things now, and deciding things 
as a couple.

I then asked, "So you're part of that clique? Even though you're 
not a cheerleader?"

"Yeah, and so is Penny. But that comes with being very good 
friends with Mandy for so long. Outsiders they can seriously 
trust aren't a problem. I know you know about the three of us, 
how we got started having sex together. Not too many people know 
that about Mandy, and she is super close to those who do."

"She still doesn't know about me liking girls?"

"I seriously doubt it, at least not from Penny or me."

"Is she interested in me like that?"

"I'd be shocked if she wasn't."

"So, the best thing for me to do would be to get involved with 
her?"

"That's up to you, chica, if you're attracted to her, then go for 
it. Don't do it if you're not. If she thinks you're just doing it 
to play up to her, it might really piss her off."

Mandy was pretty hot, but I didn't know if I would even be able 
to stand being around her, much less doing the nasty with her.

Kari continued, "She is checking you out. She's asked me a few 
times about whether Julie was into girls or not, and in the same 
conversation mentioned you. She's trying to find out about you, 
seeing if you're into girls. If I had told her Julie is into 
girls, she would probably figure there was a better chance you 
could be too. I haven't let on about you or Julie though. That's 
up to you guys to reveal to others."

"So where does Julie fit into all of this? How involved in all of 
this drama does she want to be?"

"That'll be up to her and you. If you’re close friends, she'll be 
part of your crowd."

"Does she even want to be part of a 'crowd'?"

"You need to talk to her. But everyone is in a crowd whether they 
choose to be or not. That's just the way things are. I know she 
really likes you though, and most likely will want to hang out 
with you as friends."

"Julie and I talked earlier at the party about being friends. She 
had never really acted like she wanted to be better friends. Just 
this week she called Sarah to ask her about me. Why didn't she 
just call me?"

"She does that with people she really likes but isn't quite sure 
they want to be close friends with her. Once she's around the 
person and really knows how they feel about her, she really opens 
up - like she’s done with Derek."

"She doesn't need to be shy around me."

"It's just her personality. Plus, Julie knows you're aware of at 
least some of the things she has done with your parents. It's 
like fucking your friend's brother, only at a parent level. While 
everyone between our families has been doing it, fucking each 
other, including Jamie and Sarah, she knows you're just learning 
about so many things that were kept secret from you. And since 
she was involved in a lot of that in some way, she’s probably 
afraid you'll react badly to her right now if she tried becoming 
closer friends with you."

I let it go. Julie and I would get together soon anyway, and we 
had already cleared up some of that earlier in Doris’ bathroom.

I then asked what I thought was the most important question, "So 
what all should I know about Mandy?"

Kari paused for a moment before blurting out, "Mandy is a 
lesbian."

Whoa.

Kari added, "That is her big weakness. Being outed in high school 
would be devastating to her. And I'm telling you this because I 
completely trust you with it."

"She doesn't like guys at all?"

"She just hangs around and fucks guys for show, chica." Kari 
continued, "She will have sex with guys to keep her cover. She's 
had sex with Aaron, among others. But she is definitely 'girls 
only' when it comes to her real desires. Occasionally she will 
even have a boyfriend, hanging on him like he was Mr. Wonderful. 
It's always a sham though.

"If certain people found out and had evidence of it, they 
wouldn't hesitate to smoke her with it. It's also one of her big 
strengths within her closest friend - they're into sex with girls 
too. They can't out her without outing themselves."

"So she probably hopes I'm into girls."

"Or that she will be able to get you involved. That's where she 
thinks Penny and I can be of assistance to her."

"By you discovering whether some of my best friends are into 
girls, you might be able to find out if I’m into girls too, and 
then let Mandy know?"

"Exactly. But since we're 'sisters', she is shit out of luck," 
she said, winking at me.

"So you're supposed to be digging up dirt on me for Mandy?"

"I wouldn't call it dirt, but something that could be used 
against you if you threatened her by trying to expose her and her 
friends. She wants you to be a part of her friends, but for that 
to happen she has to know if you're into girls for her own 
protection. But Mandy isn't going to learn dick from me that you 
don't want her to know."

I grinned, "Thanks, Kari."

"We look out for each other, okay? The same goes for Penny as 
well."

I nodded, although I didn't know what I could ever do for either 
of them to return the favor.

"So, I could probably ruin her by somehow revealing she is into 
sex with girls."

"Yeah, but if that happened, you can bet everyone involved with 
her would be outed as well, if only by rumor."

I quickly realized the implication, "I wouldn't ever do that, 
Kari."

"I know, but sometimes you do get kinda mad. You've gone after 
people at school before ..."

"I know. I've learned a lot lately. Hurting one person can affect 
a lot of people. Innocent people I really care about could easily 
get caught up in my going after someone. I do like knowing Mandy 
isn't invincible."

"I don't want you to think Mandy is evil or anything. She's a 
very good friend to me. I think she would be to you as well. Just 
know that crossing her can be very dangerous."

I nodded my understanding. She wasn't the only person involved 
with the cheerleaders who was potentially very dangerous to me.

"Kari, what all do you know about Coach Stanton?"

"Not a whole lot really, especially since she is at the middle 
school. I know she does help out with the JV and varsity. I also 
know she is fiercely protective of the cheerleaders. And I'm sure 
she is crazy about you considering all she has done to get you 
back on the team. I'm sure you'll get to know her better now that 
you’re a captain."

"What all do you know that she's done to get me back?"

"What hasn't she done, chica? I heard Mandy say back in the 
spring that you were gonna be the B-team captain. After I told 
her you had already quit, Mandy just gave me this knowing grin 
and said 'uh huh', like she already knew for sure you would be 
back."

"I guess Mandy was involved with Coach Stanton to get me back 
then."

"I'm sure she was at least a little involved in trying to come up 
with a way to convince you to stay on the squad ... at least back 
then when you said you wanted to quit."

"Do you know if Mandy had something against Anna being the B-team 
captain?"

"I'm positive she was cool with Anna being chosen captain at 
camp. She's never said anything bad about Anna around me. Back 
then they just figured you'd be captain once they convinced you 
to change your mind. I'm certain they thought they could do that 
before camp though. Because they couldn’t, they had to pick 
someone else. Anna wouldn't have gotten it if Mandy hadn’t 
approved of her."

"Anna says she is cool with giving up being the captain. Do you 
really think she is?"

"I think she is," Kari replied. "I don't think she ever wanted to 
be captain. When we had a swingers club party back in June, the 
club your mom just told you about, I heard her say she wished you 
hadn't quit so you would've been captain instead of her."

"So you don't think she is secretly pissed at me or anything?"

"Nope. Not Anna. She's someone you can trust. She's a 'sister' 
too. You need to look out for her too."

"Kari, are you involved with the cheerleader's sex parties?"

"Only with the all-girl ones. Mandy is normally a part of them. I 
think you would have fun at those."

"What are those parties like?"

"There are usually anywhere from three to five girls, 
occasionally more. Everyone knows and trusts each other, so it 
usually gets pretty wild."

"How do you mean?"

"Toys. Lots of toys."

My eyes went wide as I grinned.

"Strap-ons, double headed dildoes, vibes, you name it, they use 
'um on each other. Pussy, ass, and mouth."

"Mouth?" I quizzically asked.

"A few girls like to make others pretend they’re sucking their 
'cock'. I think it's just penis envy. Janet likes making my mom 
do it sometimes."

"You've seen Janet and your mother doing that?"

"Sure. I don't see the thrill in it though. Whatever floats your 
boat, I suppose."

"Who does that at the parties?"

"A senior named Charlene likes to do it to girls that will let 
her. She's not a cheerleader, just one of Mandy's friends."

"I could see getting off fucking a girl's pussy or butt, but 
pretending a blowjob seems kinda silly."

"Like I said, whatever floats your boat. I like doing stuff you 
probably wouldn't like so much."

"Spankings?"

"Yeah, among other things. No biggie. There is a lot of stuff I 
do that I know you would like," she said, flicking her tongue at 
me. It was getting me horny, too!

"You went to the Formons' store on Friday, right?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah. Who told you?"

"Mrs. Formon," she replied. I looked at her wide-eyed. She added, 
"High school kids aren't the only ones talking about you."

I sighed deeply.

"Get used to it, Mel. The adults think you're hot too. Own it, 
chica. You're young only once. Everyone has been waiting for you, 
Julie, and Sarah to start getting involved with the whole group."

I was surprised Kari was telling me all of that. I knew a lot 
about how Julie got started. I had a lot to learn yet about Pam.

Kari then added, "You're more involved in things now than Sarah. 
By the way, don't hold anything against Sarah for the past year. 
She was in over her head. I thought they should've done it 
different with the two of you, playing friends against each other 
wasn’t such a hot idea.

"They meant well, but you didn't react the way the adults had 
expected. Then instead of backing off and just doing something 
different when you hadn’t shown a lot of interest, Colleen tried 
to make things happen faster. That worked at first, but backfired 
when nobody let you in on things and you got all snoopy on them."

"So if I had just gotten into things from the start ..."

"Your parents and the Clarks would've quickly brought you and 
Sarah together in on things. Piece of cake they thought. You and 
Sarah would've been involved with the whole swingers group by the 
end of last year."

"My mom said that?"

"No, she was actually very skeptical about that. I think your 
mother knew deep down you weren't going to react exactly the way 
the others were figuring. I heard her tell my parents that you 
were your own person, and you could easily surprise them in how 
you reacted. You had a lot going on, but they figured that even 
with some bumps in the road that they could get you interested 
much sooner than it actually happened."

"I guess I did surprise them."

"Maggie said your mother kicked herself for not trusting her gut. 
Once you had gotten involved with the adults this summer, she 
then didn't know what to do to fix things. The two of you weren't 
getting along at all. Then you found out so much in such a short 
time. You obviously didn't feel you could trust Colleen or 
Maggie. Finally Doris got involved when you were about to go all 
nuclear on everyone."

I would have never expected Kari to talk about all of that, 
especially about the way Mom was thinking during that time.

"Thanks for telling me all of this. I know you didn't have to."

"It's what friends do," she said, hugging me.

"I'm glad you're my friend," I sincerely told her.

"I promise to look out for you around the older girls. I wish I'd 
had someone like me looking out for me when I was your age. There 
is a lot at stake for all of us. So, there is a little self-
preservation going on, too," she admitted, grinning. "I see a 
real wild streak in you that could be exploited by someone who 
doesn't have your best interests at heart."

I couldn't really disagree with her about that.

"You should have all the fun you want, but don't be surprised 
when either me or Penny pull you aside at times. Mandy can get 
carried away sometimes when partying, getting too daring with 
what and where they do things -- like doing some things in public 
places."

"Has she ever gotten caught?"

"There have been a few close calls. You don't need to get caught 
in the wrong place at the wrong time. The parties that I go to 
are usually a lot of fun though."

I knew I had to be careful not to get caught. A lot of people 
could get hurt if the cops were to start investigating my family.

"Enough about that. Show me what your mom bought for you at the 
Formons' store," Kari excitedly said.

It was gonna take a little time to get used to Kari's bossy 
nature, but I was beginning to really appreciate having her as a 
good friend. So, I just got up and pulled out practically every 
toy and laid them on the bed.

"Wow, girlie, your mother must love you to get you all of these!" 
she gushed, admiring my collection of toys. She picked up the 
strap-on I had used with Peter. "Nice. Mandy likes using these. 
She likes bigger dildoes on her strap-ons though."

Kari then looked like she had something devilish on her mind.

"Mel, would you let me do something with you?"

"Like what?" I carefully asked, suddenly on guard and ready to 
tell her ‘no’ in a heartbeat once she answered.

"Let's get naked and let me tie you up."

"Uhhh ..." I started and was already shaking my head.

"Don't say no. Trust me this one time, please?"

Kari pulled some restraints designed to be used with a bed from 
her bag. I immediately knew she had either thought this out in 
advance, or she was one kinky dominating chica to be carrying 
them around with her all the time.

I still wasn't ready to put myself so easily in her hands. She 
could tell as well, probably from my slowly shaking my head at 
her.

"I swear it'll be fun, girl. And if it isn't, I promise to stop 
and untie you."

"I don't want to be whipped," I said, standing my ground.

Kari chuckled, "I'm not going to whip you! I just want to try 
something new with you is all."

After a little more encouragement, Kari got me to strip naked 
with her.

Once she had my hands restrained to the corners of the bed, she 
did the same with my feet. She then moved between my spread legs, 
lying on her stomach dangling her calves and feet up in the air.

She proceeded to use the tip of the vibrator to tease my clit and 
all around it. She had me squirming like crazy!

"Jesus, Kari, what are you doing to me?!" I panted.

"I'm just doing this for 'medicinal' purposes."

"Ha ha," I sarcastically replied.

"Don't get 'hysterical' on me now," she joked back.

I decided to surrender to whatever she had in mind.

"Feel good?"

"It's driving me crazy!"

"It's supposed to," she sexily giggled.

"You're torturing me!"

"Are you in pain?"

"No, but ... fuck!" I exclaimed, arching my back as she continued 
to tease me with the most incredible feelings.

"You love this, you sexy little nympho," she confidently said.

"Sweet fucking Jesus!" I groaned loudly, among other things, 
while squirming trying to get away from the touch of the 
vibrator, yet not wanting to at the same time.

She was just barely touching me with it, especially around my 
clit. The sensations were driving me wild! I was writhing as much 
as the ties let me.

When my orgasm hit me, I just lost it. I knew I was screaming 
loudly, but there was nothing I could do to control it. I 
remember after a short time feeling Kari's body on top of me, 
holding and caressing me, telling me to relax and catch my 
breath.

"Did you like that?" she softly asked.

Still breathing heavily, I nodded.

"I'll say she did," I heard my brother say. I turned to see Jamie 
standing just inside my room. Behind him were Mom and Daddy.

Daddy said, "We've got a problem to deal with. That was entirely 
too loud."

Mom added, "I'm afraid your father is right. I'm sure you could 
be heard outside. I'm a little concerned what the neighbors may 
think if they do hear you."

"I'm sorry," I said, breathing a little easier. "I couldn't cover 
my mouth ..."

"It's my fault," Kari said, interrupting me.

"No, it's nobody's fault," Mom replied. "It's just something 
we'll have to learn to take into account when doing things like 
this."

"I don't think I want to be gagged," I insisted.

"I told you Friday night, Mel, your pillow is your friend, stuff 
it in your mouth," Mom said. 

I rolled my eyes.

"I’m serious about this, young lady. You need to keep in mind how 
loud you can be. You’ve got to help your friends, too, by 
reminding them."

"It’s partly my fault," Kari told me. "I could've covered your 
mouth with mine or something. I just need to remember you can be 
a bit noisy."

"I didn't know what you were going to do or I might've said 
something," I stated.

"We don’t need stupid questions from our neighbors, baby girl," 
Daddy said. "So keep the noise down."

With that my parents and Jamie left.

"I’m sorry, Mel," Kari contritely said. "I didn’t think about how 
noisy you can get."

"Don’t worry about it. What’s done is done," I said, wanting to 
forget about it already.

"You did like what I did, didn't you?"

I nodded again "It got pretty intense though."

"Would you want to do something like that again?"

"Yeah, it was incredible."

"We'll figure out something," she smiled and winked.

I slipped on my clothes along with Kari as she got ready to 
leave.


******


After Kari left to go home, I went back up to my room and plopped 
down on my bed. My head was almost spinning from everything that 
had happened over the weekend. It was hard to even decide what to 
focus on! My world was changing so fast!

Then there was the secret adoption Sarah and I had discovered. 
Maybe I should just approach Mom and get her to talk about it 
with me.

Having Colleen as an aunt actually sounded pretty cool. She had 
always treated me special. Bob was the perfect uncle. I clearly 
had a lot to feel good about from knowing that secret.

But what if there was a bigger reason for keeping it a secret 
from us kids? It couldn't be because of Jamie and Sarah dating. 
Our parents had no way of knowing their kids would be a couple 
when they decided to keep the adoption a secret. Was there 
something else?

Thinking about Jamie reminded me of the baseball he had given me. 
I sat up on the bed, picked it up off my bedside stand, and 
stared at it. The doofus had really given this to me. He had 
almost punched out Peter years ago for throwing a softer but 
bigger ball in my face.

I was still getting used to this kinder, more loving brother. 
Maybe if I had known he was looking out for me all that time I 
might have been a kinder, more loving sister to him.

I reached for a tissue to wipe my tears. He fucking gave me what 
should be his most prized sports memorabilia ever! He just did it 
without caring what it should have meant to him!

Composing myself, I got off the bed and left my room, carrying 
the ball with me. I went to his room and knocked on his door.

"Come in."

"Hi," I simply said, holding the ball behind my back.

"Hi, sis," he replied, and then waiting on me.

I walked in and sat on the bed with him, letting him see that I 
had the baseball.

"Why did you give this to me?"

"Just doing something special since you didn't get to go."

"I love you, Jamie Livingston. Thank you for giving it to me, but 
I want you to keep it," I said taking his hand and putting the 
ball in it. "The thought that you wanted me to have it is enough 
for me."

"I meant for you to have it."

"I know. And I mean for you to have it. You give it to one of 
your kids some day. You can tell them I gave it to you for that 
reason."

I leaned into him and kissed him tenderly.

I then said, "I've learned some things about you lately. You've 
been looking out for me way more than I ever knew."

"You're my sister. Nobody fucks with you."

"I wish I had been a better sister while you did all of that," I 
said, starting to cry. He pulled me down beside him.

"Mel, you're the best sister in the world."

"Yeah, and I hit on you, throw things at you, call you all kinds 
of names, and otherwise be a general pest to you."

"That's what brothers and sisters do."

"Not this sister. Not anymore anyway. I promise to treat you a 
lot better."

"You already have been, and it's not like I'm innocent when it 
comes to the way I've treated you."

"Yeah, but when it came right down to it, you've been standing up 
for me, especially when it really counts, even when I've been a 
little shit to you."

"Are you forgetting the past year? The things I did?"

"No, but even though I don't like what you did, you weren't 
actually trying to hurt me. I know that. I just wish I hadn't 
been such a little bitch to you for so long."

"It's cool. Like I said, we're brother and sister. We had to be 
shitty to each other."

I chuckled with him as he squeezed me.

"Well, I plan to be a much better sister from now on."

"I'm still gonna pull your ponytail when you have one."

"I can live with that," I grinned.

"You smell sweaty," he said.

"You don't smell like a rose either, brother dearest," I shot 
back. "I figured jocks would like sweaty girls."

"Only if I made them sweaty," he said, smiling.

I sweetly smiled, "Wanna take a shower with me?"

He definitely liked that idea.

"Remember when we used to take baths together?" he asked as he 
got off the bed.

"Barely. As I recall, it wasn't much to remember." I noticed he 
already had a hard-on. Looking directly at it, "I definitely 
don't remember anything like that!"

He tried not to grin, but he couldn’t help it.

We walked to the bathroom together. I held his hand along the 
way.

As we stripped naked, I noticed him looking at my pussy. I knew 
he could see the tampon string.

I sat down on the toilet and took it out, peeing before I wiped 
and stood up. While I did that, Jamie started the shower. I then 
joined him under the spray of water.

"We'll wash each other," I told him, taking the soap and 
lathering up his chest.

I took my time washing him, rubbing up against him as I did. His 
cock stood at rigid attention. I took my time lovingly bathing it 
as well. When he turned around so I could wash his back, I spent 
most of my time rubbing his seriously cute butt, using my finger 
against his butthole which he definitely seemed to enjoy.

I then handed him the soap and he did the same to me, gently 
washing my entire body. He stared intently at my tits as he took 
his time soaping them up.

He knew how conscious I was about my small breasts. He made me 
feel so special though. It didn't matter how big they were to 
him. It made it not matter to me either.

I turned around so he could wash my back. He spent way more time 
washing my butt though. His hands felt perfect on my butt cheeks. 
He had me purring as he rubbed and squeezed them.

I turned my head back to him.

"Fuck me, Jamie. Fuck your sister," I throatily told him, leaning 
forward against the shower wall, presenting my naked butt to him.

He hesitated. I knew what his problem was.

"It's just blood, part of me. It washes off like anything else. 
It'll make me feel better when I'm like this, during this time of 
the month. It'll make Sarah feel better when you do it for her. 
She'll love you all the more for thinking about her like that."

I watched as he thought for a moment, then pushed into me, 
filling me with his sexy hard cock. He moved in and out of me 
gently, occasionally driving himself into me all the way and 
holding still. I felt so full with him completely buried inside 
me.

"That feels so good, big brother. Just like that."

"Damn you are so fucking tight!"

"Does it feel any different?" I asked, referring to being on my 
period.

"Maybe a little, not that I can really tell though," he replied, 
picking up the speed of his thrusts into me.

I knew it would feel a little more different for him if I was 
really flowing a lot. But he was doing great not icking out on 
me.

Sarah was gonna be one happy girl.

He then reached around me, his arms pressing against my front, 
moving his hands up to my shoulder, grabbing them and then 
fucking me like crazy. He had control of my body, holding me 
tightly against him as he rutted hard against my butt, stabbing 
his cock into my cunt.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" I wailed.

He grunted loudly, "Here it cums, baby sister!"

He continued grunting fiercely as he came. With each spurt, he 
would slam hard into me, holding me tightly to him, blasting his 
cum inside my body. And he had quite a few spurts to give me. He 
finally just held me tightly to him as he caught his breath, 
leaving his still jerking cock inside me.

I turned my face to his, just inches apart.

"I want you to do exactly that for Sarah."

"I will," he promised, "But this is for you," he said, pushing 
his mouth to mine.

I turned around in his arms as he continued passionately kissing 
me, holding my body tightly to his. We held each other like 
lovers. We were brother and sister though. What we had was 
special. We both knew it.

I laid my head against his chest. No matter who either of us had 
in our lives from then on, we would always have each other.

If the water hadn't begun to turn cold, we would probably still 
be locked in an embrace. I quickly washed between my legs. It 
took me a minute, Jamie had come that much in me.

We dried each other off. Before we left the bathroom, I hugged 
him tightly.

I looked up at him, "I really do love you, you know that?"

"I know. I love you just as much. I always will."


******


About nine, Mom showed up at my bedroom door while I was relaxing 
naked on my bed, listening to a CD, and thinking about what to do 
about the whole adoption thing.

"Can we talk?" she said as she walked over and sat next to me. I 
don't know why she ever asks questions like that when it’s a 
given that I don't have a choice.

"What's up, Madre?"

"I was thinking about something we talked about earlier."

"You're gonna have to get a little more specific than that, Mom."

She smiled slightly. I quickly realized I might not like what she 
was about to talk to me about.

"We were talking about Jamie and Sarah."

"Yeah?"

"You mentioned about them struggling as a couple, that they could 
use some time together away from everyone."

"I remember. So ... what?"

"I told you then that I thought you were on to something. I think 
it would be great for them to have a few days away from the usual 
distractions."

"If you tell me you're sending them on a cruise or something ..." 
I sternly said.

"No, not unless you count Long Cane as an exotic resort."

"You're taking them to our grandparents?"

"For a few days."

"And all of our grandparents are cool with that?"

"They are, plus Mom and Dad really need some help with going 
through the shed and barn, getting everything ready for their 
yard sale next Saturday."

"So you're gonna stay there with them?"

She nodded. "You and your father will be on your own until 
Wednesday."

"When are you leaving?"

"Early in the morning. Colleen should be here any moment now with 
Sarah."

I thought for a moment. Maybe that was the best thing they could 
do right now.

I started smiling.

"What's so funny?"

"Our grandparents are gonna have a blast teasing them."

"See? There's your silver lining," she joked. We both giggled. 
"But, young lady, that means you'll be the lady of the house 
until I get back."

"You're not gonna make me stay with Colleen and Bob?"

"No, not unless you want to. I thought it would be good for you 
and your father to have some time together as well."

I looked at her wide-eyed.

She cocked her head at me. "I said lady of the house, not his 
wife."

I scrunched my lips.

"I'm trusting the two of you to follow the rules, and you know 
exactly which ones I'm referring to."

I nodded.

"I think it'll be good for the two of you to have some time 
together to yourselves. Your father agrees."

"He'll probably be working all of the time," I grumbled.

"I think he's going to try and make some time for you," she said, 
patting my leg.

I was kinda jealous of Jamie and Sarah, but the idea of having 
some alone time with Daddy over the next few days sounded nice. 
Plus, I would have the house to myself while he was at work!

"Sound like a good arrangement?"

"It's okay for Peter to come over?"

"Yes, but try to keep the time your father is home just for the 
two of you."

"I need to practice with Jennifer, too."

"Jennifer is fine. And before you ask, Anna is fine too. Same 
with the rest of the Rayners and the Walcotts."

"Too cool."

"Now wait. As lady of the house, you need to do the chores. That 
means washing and cleaning just like I would do."

I scrunched my lips. I figured there had to be fine print to this 
agreement.

"Deal?" she asked.

Even with the chores, I was making out like a bandit. "Yeah, 
deal."

"Great. I'm gonna go downstairs to talk with Colleen, who is 
probably here already. I'll come back up to talk about things a 
little more once she is gone. By the way, she will be the one to 
call during the day if something comes up."

"Is she gonna be trying to do surprise visits to catch me being 
bad?" I suspiciously asked.

"No. But she will be listening out for you if you do need 
something."

"That's cool."

"Honey, I'm putting a lot of trust in you. Don't screw this up 
and I'll trust you in other situations."

"I'll be good."

"I want you to have fun with your father. I know he wants to 
spend more quality time with you."

Mom started to leave. "Wait, Mom. I just remembered Coach wants 
me to meet with her and the other captains Tuesday afternoon. 
Someone is supposed to pick me up."

"That’s fine, just make sure either Colleen or your father know 
when and where you’ll be."

She kissed me and then went downstairs.


******


A few minutes later, Sarah poked her head in the door. She then 
ran and flounced on the bed beside me.

"Hi, naked girl. I hear I have you to thank for getting a few 
days alone with Jamie."

"It'll be great for you guys. You know?"

"I think so, too," she said and then smiled.

"The tree house should be a fun place for the two of you to hang 
out," I said, smiling with her.

"Do you really think our grandparents will let us be alone like 
that?"

"Do like I would do."

"Go and not tell them?"

"And get Mom to cover for you."

We both giggled.

"Oh, and watch out for Skip and Tabitha while you're screwing 
each other silly in the tree house."

"Skip and Tabitha?"

I then told her about what happened with Mom and me.

"Thanks for the heads up, chica," she giggled. "But I really 
doubt we'll get to do too much of that. I'll be on my period 
still."

"Oh, I don't know if that will matter so much to Jamie now."

"What?" she asked.

"You'll find out," I teased.

Just then Jamie showed up in my room.

"If you don't mind, little sister," he said, taking Sarah's hand 
and pulling her along with him to his room. I just smiled at the 
two of them.


******


I lay back on my bed thinking about having the next few days to 
myself, and Daddy too, when he was here. I wondered just what it 
would feel like being alone with him during the night. Would he 
want to keep things innocent between us? Or would he be open to 
doing some sexual things with me?

Either way, I was looking forward to just HAVING some time with 
him for a change.

"Hi, baby girl," Daddy said while standing in my open doorway. 
"Got a few minutes for me?"

I scooted up on my bed to give him a place to sit. I thought it 
was cool how easy it felt to have him next to me while I was 
naked. It reminded me again just how much things had changed in 
such a short time.

"What's up, Daddy-o?"

"You had a good weekend with your mom, I understand."

"Yeah, we talked about so much."

"And you found out some things about your grandparents as well."

I took a breath, "It’s going to be hard thinking of my 
grandparents the same way ever again."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about a little, and 
hopefully a good bit more over the next few days. As kids grow 
up, they all learn a lot about their elders that can be ... 
disillusioning. Don't let that happen. Just because your 
grandparents may have what you or others perceive as flaws, they 
are still the same grandparents that you knew before this weekend 
..."

"I don't think bad of them. If they knew what I was into, they 
would disown me."

"I seriously doubt that."

"Daddy," I deadpanned. "Seriously?"

He chuckled a little. "I don't think anything could change the 
way they feel about you."

"Even if they knew about the things I've been doing ... 
especially with you and Mom?"

"Your grandparents love you unconditionally. I don't ever see 
that changing. Just as it will never change with your mother and 
me."

I moved over and tightly hugged him. His body tightened for the 
briefest moment. He was obviously not completely comfortable with 
his naked daughter cuddling up against him yet, at least not at 
first. He was getting better about relaxing with me though.

With my face nuzzled in his neck, "I promise to be good over the 
next three days."

"Good, and I promise to make time for the two of us. We haven't 
had that in a while."

"Can we ... umm ... you know?"

"Can you be just a little more specific?"

"Play? Like Mom and I have done? At least some of the time?"

He kissed the top of my head. Before he could reply, Colleen 
interrupted us.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she said, 
waiting at the door. Daddy invited her on in.

Colleen came into the room, Daddy told me goodnight, leaving me 
alone with her. She came over and sat on the bed with me.

"You look all comfy lying around naked."

"I think I'm a natural when it comes to being a nudist," I 
grinned.

Colleen look down for a moment, "We are still friends, right?"

I started to say no, that she was family, but of course I didn't.

"Always," I said, giving her a hug.

"I want you to call me if you need anything until your mom is 
back, okay?"

I nodded.

"I'll call around lunchtime to make sure you don't need 
anything."

I sorta looked away and scrunched my lips.

"Yes, it's to check up on you. But it's only to make sure my 
friend hasn't been eaten by the boogieman."

I giggled.

"I won't even ask you what you're doing. Just if you're okay."

"That's cool. After everything that has happened, it’s not like 
anything I'd be doing would upset you."

"Only that I would be upset that I couldn't do it with you," she 
said hush-hushed. She breathily added, "I do want us to spend 
some more time together, before you get too busy with school and 
cheerleading."

"I promise we will," I sincerely told her.

"I'm looking forward to it, but right now I need to hurry home to 
Bob. We have the house to ourselves," she winked and grinned.

She stood up, leaned down to me and kissed my cheek. She then 
turned to leave.

"Colleen?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I think of you more like family than a friend," I softly told 
her.

She stood there and smiled, looking a little misty eyed. She 
didn't say anything else as she stepped back over and kissed me 
on the lips before leaving.

I wondered if I had caught her off-guard with that.


******


A short time later, Mom came to the door of my room carrying what 
looked like a photo album.

"Busy?" Mom asked.

"I think I've got a few minutes to squeeze you in," I joked. My 
bedroom was becoming the place to be!

"I have something to show you," she said before sitting on my 
bed. "On the way home from the Formons’ store the other day, I 
made you a promise."

I wracked my brain quickly trying to remember.

"Remember we were talking about pictures and videos of you and 
other kids."

I half-nodded, trying to look at Mom and not stare at the album 
she held on her lap.

"I said I would show them to you when I had some time to talk 
about what you're seeing. Well, I have some pictures to show you 
and talk about."

"Whoa!" I softly exclaimed. Mom chuckled.

"While I need to finish packing for the next few days, I wanted 
to show you that I would live up to that promise, even if it is 
just a few pictures. I'll show you plenty of others, including 
videos, after I get back and we have more time."

Mom then laid the album on the bed between us. She situated 
herself on the bed so we could both see the pictures easily at 
the same time.

Opening the album, the first page had images of a girl about ten 
and a boy obviously younger than her, probably by several years. 
They were both naked. The boy had a hard-on, and the tip of the 
girl's tongue was on the shiny head of it.

"Anna and her brother?"

Mom nodded.

The other pictures were of the two of them in different poses. 
One was with Andrew lying on top of his sister with his hard cock 
poking out from between them as it pressed against her pussy. 
Another had Andrew lying between Anna's legs with his face right 
at her hairless pussy. The tip of his tongue was against the top 
of her slit.

"Their parents took these pictures?"

"Andy took them while Lori suggested poses to her kids."

"And they just did it?"

"Yeah, they had a lot of fun."

"How do you know?"

"Your father and I were watching off to the side."

I stared back at the pictures. While Andrew's cock was nothing to 
be impressed with, the innocence and fun of what they were doing 
was pretty hot. The images Mr. Taylor had captured were seriously 
erotic.

The next two pages were more of the same, just different poses. 
On the following pages, there were some images with Mom included. 
One had Mom in the same position Anna had been in. Andrew was 
lying between Mom’s legs with his tongue touching her clit.

The big difference for Andrew when it came to Mom compared to his 
sister was Mom's trimmed bush, but that didn't seem to bother him 
based on the look on his face. His small arms wrapped around 
Mom's trim legs added a little more sexy naughtiness to the whole 
scene.

Another similar image caught Mom in the middle of an orgasm, at 
least it seemed that way based on the look on her face. Another 
showed Anna in the same position, with Mom's hands reaching down 
to hold Anna's head as her tongue licked along the open pussy 
lips at her mouth.

There were a number of pictures that were taken in sequence with 
Anna and Andrew, Anna or Andrew with Mom, and Anna with Daddy. I 
would have loved seeing the videos of all of those scenes.

The last few pages were of various images of Daddy and Anna 
together. One had Daddy's cock just touching Anna's bottom lip. 
The image was just so naughty - the large lust-swollen head of a 
grown man's dick resting on the edge of her cute mouth.

Another had his cock maybe an inch from her bottom lip. A rope of 
cum had spurted from the tip just as the picture was taken. It 
looked so hot the way it hung just above her small pink tongue. 
Some of it had already splashed on it.

The next image showed her mouth full of semen, some of it running 
down her chin with a milky white strand hanging from it.

A few others were of Anna's father's cock, less than an inch from 
her open pussy, cum spurting on it making one of the messiest 
cream-pies ever.

"I want you to know that no one forced Anna or Andrew to do a 
thing. In fact, it was the two of them who suggested a few of the 
hottest poses."

"So they had as much fun as you and Daddy?"

"I believe they did."

I looked down at the album, "Can I keep this to look at while 
you're gone?"

"Only if you promise to put it in your hiding place in the 
basement when you're not looking at it. That means no leaving it 
out so Jennifer or Peter or anyone else you have over can find 
it."

"I swear, Mom," I said, crossing my heart with my hand.

"And it's okay to talk with Anna about these pictures, if you 
want. And if she is here alone with you, you can look at them 
together."

"Too cool. And I swear I'll keep them locked away if anyone else 
is here."

"Remember, the Taylors are a very close family. They've talked a 
lot with both their children ever since they began taking 
pictures and videos of them. They've been very careful to only 
include them when they were certain Anna and Andrew were 
comfortable and interested. There have been times when they 
either stopped or never began a photo shoot with them because 
they didn't look comfortable with things. I'm sure Anna will be 
happy to talk about any of that with you."

I paused a few moments. "Do you want me to go to photo shoots 
with the Taylors?"

"Only if you want to."

"But do you want me to?"

"If you want to, I would like it as well."

I nodded. "I think I would like to sometime. It does look like 
fun. And it's not like I have a problem with people taking 
pictures of me."

Mom chuckled a little before replying, "Honey, what the Taylors 
do is different than most anything you've done. With them, you 
truly are posing for many of their pictures. At times, they will 
situate the people in the pictures to get the shot they trying 
for."

"Sort of like ... you know ..."

"Acting in movies?" She asked, and I nodded. "Yeah, sorta just 
like that, baby girl."

She handed me the album. "Thanks, Mom."

"There is something else I wanted to talk with you about, or 
rather, show you. Something I said the other day we could do 
tonight."

I stared at her intently.

"I’ve been thinking, and since you’re gonna have the house to 
yourself for much of the next three days, I thought you might 
want something a little fun to do."

She took my hand and smiled, "Follow me, and bring the album."

Mom led me out of my bedroom and downstairs. She headed straight 
to the basement door with me right behind. As we walked down the 
stairs, I wondered if she was going to let me watch videos on 
Daddy’s computer. That would make me a very happy girl.

"Put the album in your hiding place. That's where I expect it to 
be when it is not in your hands. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"If you can do that, I'll likely feel comfortable enough to let 
you see other things. Understand?"

I nodded and put the album away.


******


Once we were in Daddy’s office, she had me sit in his chair.

"Okay, baby girl, I’m about to entrust you with something very 
sensitive. Remember what Doris and Bradley showed you last 
Wednesday night?"

"Webcamming? You’re seriously gonna show me how to webcam?" I 
excitedly asked.

"Yes. So you need to pay attention. First, though, you are only 
to webcam using the directions I give you. You are not to go to 
other webcam sites on the Internet. That is just too dangerous, 
especially given your age and the laws. We don’t need the police 
showing up at the door because they traced a thirteen-year-old 
girl at this address showing herself naked for the world to see."

"I swear I’ll only do what you show me."

"This is a privilege I’m letting you have. I’m even letting you 
do it without any supervision."

"You’re so awesome, Mom," I gushed.

"Well, awesome or not, I expect you to act responsibly with this. 
And I don’t want you doing it the whole time you’re alone."

"Can I do it with Peter?"

"I’d rather you didn’t until I can talk that over with his 
parents."

"You just decided to do this, didn’t you? Let me webcam while 
you're away?"

"Yes, and I may regret it later, but I do think you're ready to 
try it. And I'll likely add stipulations as we go along."

"So it's okay for me to ... showoff?"

She slightly grinned and nodded. "That doesn't mean that you get 
to sit around doing sex shows all day."

"I won't," I coyly replied, blushing a little.

"The people you will be webcamming with are trusted friends, or 
they wouldn't be given access. Pastor Raymond, the grandfather 
you saw with his twin granddaughters the other night, and his son 
are the system administrators for Larry Formon."

"What's the son's name?"

"He goes by Pastor Bill since his last name is the same as his 
father's. He and Pastor Raymond can answer most any question you 
have about how to do something."

"Can you choose any nickname you want?"

"For now it needs to be your first name, or some reasonable 
variation of it."

"Can my nickname be Jenna Sinn?" I eagerly asked.

"No," she bluntly replied. "You'll use 'Melissa'."

"Melissa is such a lame-o name."

"I gave you that name, missy ..."

I quickly clarified, "I meant as a fun name when you're gonna 
showoff naked, like you used Cara Cream for the movies."

"You don't have to be anonymous or hide your identity. In fact, 
the admins want you to use the name you go by ... at least for 
now."

"Mom! CamCouple!" I loudly droned, cutting my eyes at her.

"That nickname was okay at the time because it was a private 
session and not an open one."

"Mother, that nickname was never okay."

"Do you want me to send you back to your room?" she threatened.

"Sorry. You were saying?" I sheepishly smiled.

"The admins are now asking us to use our regular names with this 
system having been made even more secure with the latest version. 
So, for now at least, they want us to use more formal names for 
nicknames. And for you, that is 'Melissa'."

I would have preferred using 'Suzie Q', as lame as it was. But I 
wasn't about to argue with Mom while she showed me how I could 
watch a bunch of horny naked people doing sex stuff for my and 
others’ benefit.

Mom then showed me how to start the software and make the 
connection, including how to log-in, which password to use, and 
set my nickname. She then showed and told me some basic things I 
would need to know while actually camming.

Finally she had the software display the users who were currently 
online. There were video windows for five users besides me, one 
of them being 'Pastor Raymond'. He had one of the twins with him. 
Two of the other windows were of adult couples, with the rest 
being single users.

Mom leaned over me and typed a message to the online users 
telling them that she was showing her thirteen-year-old daughter 
how to be an even bigger pervert than she already was.

Actually, she just told them I was her newbie daughter and that I 
would be camming alone with them for a little while that night 
and perhaps some over the next few days.

They all typed back welcoming me. Mom then went back to 
explaining things to me.

"You can display up to six windows at one time. If you try to do 
more, the video quality starts getting bad."

She showed me how to select which windows I wanted to see at one 
time by clicking on the users from the list displayed. Once I saw 
where to find the online user list, it wasn't hard to figure out 
how to use it at all. Then I realized something.

"When you guys spied on us at the Clarks' house with the webcam, 
when I pulled up the minimized windows, I saw you and Daddy, the 
Clarks, and the Walcotts. Were there others watching us that I 
didn't see a video feed for?"

"Not that particular afternoon."

I looked at her skeptically.

"Honestly, Mel. We were helping to test a beta copy of a new 
version. We were the only ones who were using it at the time in a 
private session."

I accepted her answer and let it go.

I then noticed a speaker icon.

"Can you actually talk to people?"

"You can, but it's better if you go private with a user if you 
want to do that. Otherwise it can really slow things down, and 
even get confusing when you have a group of people trying to talk 
to each other at the same time. Most people just type what they 
want to say so that the video quality isn't affected. I think the 
admins usually disable the voice feature when there are a good 
number of people on at once."

I nodded my understanding.

"So, when you're finished, just log out and close the software. 
Easy peasy, as you would say."

"This is too cool."

"Any questions?"

"No, ma'am."

"Again, I don't want you spending every spare moment doing this. 
Have fun, but try doing other things ... like reading one of your 
grandma's books."

Or spend more time deciphering the adoption decree.

"Oh, and even though users aren't supposed to do it, if someone 
asks for your address or phone number, don't give it out."

"I thought everyone was cool?"

"Everyone is supposed to be, but the admins already have that 
information. No one else should need it. I don't want you 
planning hookups with anyone. That's for your father and I to 
decide and setup."

"Safety first and stranger danger. Always good advice, Mom."

"You've always been good about that. Don't get slack on me now."

"I won't. I don't want to be kept in a deep hole in a basement by 
some weirdo with a poodle who wants to use my skin to ..."

"And no watching horror movies while you're alone. The last thing 
your father needs is having to worry about you thinking every 
little sound is someone trying to break in to kidnap you."

"That happened when I was nine, Mom," I grumbled. "I'm a big girl 
now," I preened.

"Just the same, big girl, no horror movies while you're alone."

I nodded.

"Now I'll leave you to it. I'm going to bed ..."

"Oooo la la, Daddy is gonna get little sleep tonight!" I 
exaggeratedly teased.

"You, Melissa Livingston, better get a lot of sleep tonight. You 
can cam for an hour. No more. Then it’s bedtime for you."

"Thanks, Mom," I said as she kissed my cheek and went back 
upstairs to go to bed.

I settled into Daddy's chair and began watching everyone. I 
noticed one other girl close to my age who was camming by 
herself. Her nickname was ‘Katie’. The rest of the people camming 
were all adults, except of course for the twin girl with the 
oversized party balloons attached to her chest.

I then realized they could see me ... and that I was naked. At 
least Katie seemed to be close to my breast size. Otherwise, I 
would have probably logged off and gone back to my room.

Glancing at the various windows, it was easy to guess what 
everyone was watching. In Pastor Raymond's window, the twelve-
year-old twin granddaughter was in her grandfather's lap facing 
the camera. She was sliding up and down on his cock. The camera 
was close enough to them that I could see her pussy lips 
disappeared each time she sat down on his hard pole, and then 
dragged along his wet shaft as she lifted herself.

I did notice one other window that had an older man with an 
interesting name - Blue Ridge Stone. When he pointed the camera 
down to show his cock while he stroked it, it looked rather blue 
around the ridge of the head, and the shaft certainly looked hard 
as stone.

Later on he introduced himself as Pastor Stone from a church up 
in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. 'Blue Ridge Stone' 
was a name a lot of people called him by even in his church. 
Apparently 'Stone' was a popular last name up in the mountains 
where he was from. Who would have guessed? His nickname didn't 
seem so imaginative then, kinda dorky even. But he seemed like a 
really nice older man.

I then remembered Mom was making me use the very creative and 
imaginative nickname - Melissa. So it was totally all her fault 
if I came across as a dork.

I went back to focusing on the action. The twin continued fucking 
her grandfather while facing the camera, her tits bouncing up and 
down, over and over before she turned around in his lap to face 
him.

I started to bounce in my chair to see if mine would jiggle any 
at all ... before catching myself. After that I just kept telling 
myself to remember people could see me.

Pastor Raymond and the milk factory weren't the only action 
though. The other two couples were busy with each other. In one 
window, a woman was blowing an impressive cock. She had this neat 
way of slithering her tongue up and down the length of his cock. 
I assumed it was her husband attached to that sexy dick.

The other couple’s window revealed a third person having joined 
them - a boy close to Jamie’s age. The wife was having a vibrator 
used on her by her husband while she sucked on the cock of the 
boy.

The way she took him deep over and over was pretty cool. I 
wondered if that was like watching Jamie in bed with our parents. 
If the boy with the couple was their son, I wondered if they let 
him fuck his mom as well. I might have asked them, but they 
didn’t appear to be close enough to read the chat right then, 
much less type a reply.

The other single man camming had situated himself so he could 
finger his butt while jerking off. He certainly had a lot of hot 
stuff to watch while getting off!

I glanced back at Katie. She had moved the camera to focus 
between her legs. Her pussy was bare, which surprised me a 
little. I guessed that she liked shaving it. She was using a 
small vibrator to fuck herself. Blue Ridge Stone was typing all 
kinds of encouraging words for her to continue doing herself.

I looked back at Pastor Raymond’s window. His granddaughter was 
still facing him with his long hard cock still being swallowed by 
her tight little pussy. He held her by her small butt, lifting 
and lowering her on his dick.

It was a pretty hot sight to watch. What I could see of his shaft 
looked so slick with her juices. With her facing her grandfather, 
it was nice not having two bouncing beach balls distracting me 
for once. The good pastor definitely was enjoying having his cock 
stuffed into in her young body.

I momentarily pictured myself riding my own grandpa's impressive 
cock before movement in Blue Ridge Stone's window caught my 
attention. He aimed his cam directly at his hard shaft. It looked 
all shiny from the lotion he was probably using to jerk off with.

His hand went back to work, sliding along his slippery shaft. At 
times he would clamp his hand over the sexy looking head and 
squeeze it nicely. I wished it was my hand jerking him off like 
that. I made mental note to do that with Peter sometime. I was 
certain we both would have fun doing that.

Finally, though, I was left wondering what I should do. I was 
beginning to feel too much like a fifth wheel. Should I put on 
some kind of show? What could I possibly do that wouldn’t just 
look silly? Katie was already playing with herself using a 
vibrator. I had a tampon shoved up my hole. I definitely wasn’t 
gonna play with my tits, not with the Miss Junior-Titty-Queen in 
another window.

I really was afraid I was beginning to look like a dork just 
staring at everyone.

It wasn't but a few moments later that Blue Ridge Stone typed 
that if I was comfortable, he would love it if I would aim my 
camera at my pussy. I was happy to do it at that point, even with 
a tampon string showing.

I got a few comments on how pretty my pussy was. I was a little 
conscious of my tampon string, though, not really spreading my 
legs wide. Blue Ridge Stone was quick to ease my mind about it 
though, saying just the right thing to let me know it wasn't that 
unusual a sight to see.

He kept reassuring me until I did open my legs further, and used 
my fingers to spread my pussy lips.

Finally the grandfather rutted hard up into his granddaughter and 
held himself still. It was clear he was cumming inside her. He 
held onto the girl tightly. I bet he was enjoying having her big 
tits pressing into his chest.

I started to think evil thoughts about the girl, but then 
realized I was truly being a jealous dork. She was probably a 
really cool chica. I decided to make myself be nice from then on.

After a short while, he lifted her and turned her around. The 
camera then moved to focus on the sperm drooling from her open 
slit. His hand moved into view as he began fingering her cummy 
little hole, which was actually gaping at that point from her 
grandfather's thorough fucking.

That view was even hotter than watching him fuck her. The old 
dude's cum just seemed to keep flowing out of her. He must have 
been saving that load since last Wednesday.

For the most part I just watched and only typed something when 
someone asked me a question or commented about something. The men 
wanted to know if I was a virgin, if I had fucked any grown men, 
and had I been with several men at the same time. Pretty much 
scoping me out, I figured. I wondered if I would ever fuck any of 
them one day.

The guy who had been jerking off and fingering his butt got into 
a position where his cock was right above his head. After a 
little more stroking, he began spurting cum on his face and into 
his open mouth, using his tongue and fingers to get what didn't 
hit what was obviously his intended target.

I wondered if Jamie had ever tried that. I planned to mention it 
to him when I had a chance.

Before too much longer, the adults I had been watching began 
logging off. I told each of them bye as they left. A few others 
had logged on by then, including a really hot young husband and 
wife. But I looked at the time and saw almost an hour had passed. 
I sighed as I got ready to log off and go to my room.

Suddenly a box popped up on the screen. It asked if I wanted to 
direct connect with Katie. Her window was still open and she was 
smiling.

Mom hadn't said anything about direct connecting with someone. I 
figured there couldn't be any harm doing it with a girl that was 
my age. So I clicked to accept. After I did, all of the other 
user windows closed, and it was just a window with Katie along 
with a chat window left on my screen.

Katie then typed for me to enable voice, which I did. I mean, a 
young teen chica who was a total stranger to me told me to. Why 
wouldn't I?

"Hi, Melissa. Click on the button that looks like a speaker and 
we can talk instead of typing," she told me, which I did.

"Hi Katie. I'm a rookie at this, so go easy on me, please."

"You're doing great, girl. It's nice to have another girl my age 
to cam with. Most people using this server are adults, or kids 
with adults with them, or older teens."

"I guess most of the parents don't want kids our age doing it 
alone yet."

"There is this one preteen I've seen get on alone, too. But, 
yeah, most of the time adults are on the cams too when their kids 
are. It's still pretty new for all of us, but my parents are cool 
about trusting me."

"I don't know how much mine trusts me. My mom probably figured it 
was better to show me the right way to do it than me doing it 
behind her back and totally screwing things up."

We both giggled.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Katie asked. I suddenly 
remembered Mom's warning. I wasn't about to tell Katie I couldn't 
because my mother said so. How uncool would that be? No address 
or phone number was all she had said.

"Sure," I answered.

"Are you a cheerleader?"

"Yeah," I replied, "Is it written on my forehead or something?" I 
asked, giggling with her.

"I'm a cheerleader, too. You look familiar ..."

Whoa. Did this girl already know me?!

She continued, "I know I'm not supposed to give out really 
personal info, but I live in Southside, South Carolina. I cheer 
with the B-team at Southside Middle School. Are you by chance on 
one of the Albany schools’ B-teams?"

What the fuck?

"Uh, yeah. Hidden Valley Middle School."

"So cool!" Katie exclaimed. "We competed against you guys at four 
competitions last year. Our team placed second when your team 
finished first in Charleston!"

She held her hair up on top of her head. "Do I look familiar 
now?"

"Yeah. I think I do remember you. We never introduced ourselves 
to each other though."

"Are you on the team this year?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm a base and the team captain."

"I'm captain of my team this year too!"

"Freaking awesome!" I exclaimed. "Weren't you a flyer last year?"

"Yeah, this year too," she said. "How cool is this?!"

I paused for a few moments, not sure what to say. While Katie 
wasn't local, I knew we would be at competitions together over 
the coming months. As cool as it was that we were both captains, 
it was gonna be totally awkward competing against each other 
knowing all of this about her.

"Melissa, I bet I know what you're thinking. I would never tell 
anyone about you doing this kind of stuff. You could ruin my life 
the same way. I trust you though. I have to."

"I wasn't thinking you would try to hurt me in some way, but you 
know it will be weird when we do compete against each other."

"Yeah, but we'll make it work. Win or lose, we'll have a really 
big secret to keep between us."

I then asked, "How did you get into doing this?"

"Webcamming?"

"Yeah."

"Through my parents."

"Are you ...?"

"I don't have sex with them, if that is what you're asking. But I 
do with their friends. What about you?"

I wasn't sure just how revealing I should be, so I played it safe 
to begin with.

"Same as you," I replied. I figured I could tell her more later, 
if it felt like the right thing to do. "Have you had sex with my 
parents?"

"No, not yet anyway. I've had sex with a couple that does live in 
Albany. Do you know a Pastor Thomas and his wife?"

Oh, my Gawd! This was the daughter of the couple that Doris and 
Bradley had gone to visit!

"Yeah, I know them very well," I replied, grinning.

"I can tell you're blushing," Katie replied. "It would be so cool 
if we all could get together sometime. I take it you do things 
with the pastor AND his wife?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "Are you into girls too?"

"I'm definitely bisexual," she said. I could tell she was 
blushing now. "Maybe the two of us ... you know ... sometime 
maybe?"

"I think I'd like that ... sometime."

She then asked, "Are you involved with any other preachers?"

"Nope. Just my own."

"My parents are part of a church ministers swinger group. They 
are from all over."

"Blue Ridge Stone?"

"He's a great fuck," she blurted out, giggling which got me doing 
the same.

"How did you meet him?"

"At a 'retreat'," she said, finger quoting. "The group gets 
together at different places during the year. Church ministers 
come from all over. Not everyone is at all of them. Some of them 
happen in other parts of the country."

"Pastor Raymond?"

"I've never met him in person, but he arranges retreats in 
California. I know Pastor Thomas has been to some of those from 
listening to him talk about them."

We both looked at each other for a moment and began squealing.

"This is so fricking cool!" Katie exclaimed. "At least I now know 
a girl my age I could fool around with who lives within a few 
hours of me!"

"You don't have any other friends you have sex with?"

"Nope. The people around here are way too religious and shit. My 
dad and mom have to be very careful. If the other church 
ministers found out he was having sex with others, especially 
young girls and boys, he would be in jail in no time. So would my 
mom."

I knew Bradley was bisexual. I had never seen him with a man or 
boy though.

"I remember Pastor Thomas talking about two older brothers," I 
mentioned.

"That would be my brothers, Luke and Ethan. And yeah, he's had 
sex with both of them."

"You've watched?"

"Sure. If you hang out on the webcam, you'll probably see some of 
that kind of stuff at times, especially with Blue Ridge Stone. He 
was online with a boy about fourteen yesterday afternoon."

"What did they do?"

"Sucked each other’s cocks before Pastor Stone fucked him. I 
don’t know if you’d like watching something like that though."

"Maybe," I replied, wondering if I really would. I then wondered 
how much time Katie spent webcamming to catch something like that 
going on.

"Do you webcam a lot?" I asked.

"I have lately. I'm kinda hooked on it. There sure isn't much 
else to do that is as much fun. Southside isn't that big a town. 
My friends are fun to hang out with, but there just isn't a lot 
of fun things to do around here. And my parents would rather I 
didn't have sex with any of them until I'm older, to protect the 
family's image in the town."

"That blows."

"There is something I've been able to do with my mom that is a 
blast," she said, looking devilish.

"Yeah?" I eagerly asked.

"Mom likes to hook up with other minister's moms who also have a 
daughter. She takes me along, too."

"You have sex with other girls’ moms’ while they have sex with 
yours?"

She grinned and nodded. "We've driven hours to spend the day at 
someone's house."

"Do you have sex in front of each other?"

"Sometimes, but most of the time we go to separate rooms."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"About once every month or two. We started a little over a year 
ago. I was two months from turning twelve at the time."

"You don't have sex with the husbands?"

"No, it's just a wives thing with their daughters. A few of the 
ministers’ wives started doing it about five years ago, just for 
the fun of doing something different. I mean, I have had sex with 
the men, but that's usually at get-togethers or retreats."

"So, basically, what you're doing with your mom is just swapping 
daughters for sex."

"Yeah. The moms can be so wild and kinky sometimes."

"Like?" I asked excitedly in anticipation of her reply.

"This one mom had me to do cheers for her while I was naked. She 
even had poms for me to use."

That brought back fond memories of Bob's birthday.

"Another did things with me while standing in front of her 
bedroom window with the curtains open."

"Seriously? Wasn't that like too risky?"

"Yeah, I thought it was, especially when a man appeared in the 
window across the way"

"Oh, my Gawd!" I exclaimed.

"Turns out the neighbors were in on it, part of the church 
swingers."

"Were you freaking out before you knew that?"

"Yeah, but it was such a rush too. Showing myself off like that 
to what I thought was a stranger. The mom I was with explained 
things when the man across the way opened his robe and started 
playing with himself. He likes to watch - be a peeping tom."

"In-fucking-credible," I muttered.

"He also has a thing for young girls having sex with women. So it 
was perfect for him. The mom loved being watched too. I think 
they did that kind of thing whenever they could. We spent most of 
the time right at the window doing things so he could see us. The 
woman told me he especially loved watching pretty naked little 
girls my age. I was still eleven at the time. From what she told 
me, most girls are at least a little older than that. So he got a 
real treat with me."

"That is too wild!"

"Then there was this one mom who was really into playing with my 
butt. I think she licked my butthole more than my pussy hole."

We both giggled.

She continued, "Another liked to call her friends and talk with 
them about normal stuff while we were doing things together. She 
talked with her next-door neighbor for half an hour while I 
fucked her with a strap-on. After she got off the phone, she told 
me how much she wished she could seduce her neighbors' eleven-
year-old daughter and do with her the things she was doing with 
me. She admitted to masturbating while watching from a window as 
the neighbor's daughter played in her backyard."

"Wow."

"Get this, one of the moms was a Girl Scout troop leader. She 
showed me pictures she had been able to get while spying on her 
own daughter having sex with two of the girls when they spent the 
night over."

"Her daughter knew she was spying?"

"Yep," she grinned. Wild, huh?"

"Definitely."

"This one mom had me pretend I was her real daughter. When we 
were getting dressed afterwards, I asked her if she really wanted 
to have sex with her own daughter. She said she could never do 
that."

"But she didn't say she didn't want to."

"Exactly," Katie replied.

I then asked, "Have you ever done that with your father, swap 
daughters with another minister?"

"I haven't done it with mine, but I know it happens. This one 
girl told me she had been gangbanged once by a group of preachers 
at her house while her father watched and jerked off most of the 
time."

I thought about how I had viewed what Mom and Colleen had been 
doing with Sarah and me over the past year. I wondered if they 
had gotten their inspiration for seducing and involving the 
other's daughter from that. They probably would've heard about it 
at least through Doris. I made a quick mental note to ask Mom 
about it.

"Would you want to have sex with your parents?" I boldly asked.

"I dunno," she said, pausing a moment. "Maybe. I don't see it 
happening. It would be insane if it did happen. What about you?"

I didn't think I should tell her about the stuff I was doing with 
Mom and Daddy, not without talking to them about it first.

"It would be pretty wild, but doing something like fucking my 
father isn't about to happen," I said. At least I didn't out-
right lie to her.

"Would you like to?" she bluntly asked.

I bit my lip wondering if I should admit it.

Katie saw what I was doing. "It's cool, girl. In the right 
situation, I probably would with mine. I've fucked other dads. 
Why not my own if we were all in the right mood?"

"Yeah," I agreed with her.

We talked for maybe another hour about cheerleading and stuff.

"Melissa, would you let me see your pussy again?" she coyly 
asked.

I figured why not. I picked up the webcam and held it close 
between my legs.

"I love the way your pussy looks. You should shave. It would make 
you look even younger. A lot of the pastors like that."

"Sorry about the string," I said self-consciously.

"Don't worry about it, girl. Last Sunday you would've seen mine."

I watched as she put her webcam right at her pussy as well.

"Your pussy is very pretty," I sincerely complimented. "The 
shaved look really works for you."

"My mom was the first to suggest I shave it. If I dress right, I 
can pass as nine or ten. Some of the men really go for that 
look."

Just then I heard a woman's voice come through the speaker.

"Sorry, Melissa, my mom says I need to call it a night."

Moments later, a woman's face came into view. "Hi, Melissa. Sorry 
to have to be the party pooper. You guys can webcam more during 
the week though."

Katie came back into view.

"Sorry about that. Maybe we can webcam again soon. Maybe even 
arrange to get together sometime."

"I'd like that."

"Talk to you soon!"

"See ya!" I told her before I logged off.

I looked at the clock and saw I had been camming for over two 
hours! I was a little surprised Mom hadn't come downstairs to 
bitch at me. Daddy must have worn her out.

I went upstairs to my room, turning off the lights along the way. 
I ran into Sarah coming out of the bathroom. She gave me a really 
big hug and kiss.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said as she squeezed me. 
"Jamie fucked me twice already. I have you to thank for it, too!"

I was proud of my big brother. I really hoped he and Sarah would 
come back from their trip to Long Cane with their issues 
resolved.

I planned to take advantage of that time for myself. The house 
would be much different over the upcoming nights with just Daddy 
and me around.


(continued in chapter 56)

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