Chapter Fifty-Six

Mom came into my room and woke me at seven-thirty.

"Time to get up, Mel."

"Why do I need to get up now?" I grumbled.

"Because you're the lady of the house today, and there’s plenty to do for the lady."

I turned my back to her, gripping the covers, which she promptly pulled from my grip.

"I've made breakfast," she said, swatting my butt which was turned towards her. "You can lie around all you want later."

"Yes, ma'am," I grumbled, frustrated that I couldn't sleep in for once.

After she left the room, I groaned and covered my head with my pillow. Moments later, though, somebody else pounced on me.

"Get up!" Sarah playfully demanded, pulling my pillow away.

"No!" I petulantly replied.

"I want to talk to you before I leave."

Reluctantly I slipped out of my bed and got dressed, talking with Sarah as I did. She mentioned helping my grandparents with the things in their shed and barn.

She asked, "Should I try finding the box your grandma took back with her?"

"She's probably hidden it pretty good by now."

"Do you think it would be in her bedroom closet?"

"Maybe, but you don't want to get caught snooping around in her bedroom. You need to leave that to the professional," I grinned.

"Sure thing, Scooby-Doo. You look more like Shaggy right now though," Sarah teased, ruffling up my hair. I stuck my tongue out at her. It was too early for a snappy comeback with my brain still in sleep mode.

"There's got to be something that would help us figure out who adopted the baby girl. Mel, I seriously need to know if Jamie is my cousin."

Sarah was clearly still fretting about that, and likely would until we knew one way or the other. I seriously doubted I would find Grandma's copy of the decree again anytime soon. Other than finding the original decree or another copy of it, I wasn't sure how anything could be proven. How could we find the original or another copy though? There was likely only one possibility.

"Your grandparents should have the original decree." I stated.

"If they really were the couple adopting the baby," Sarah quickly replied, which I conceded.

Then I remembered something else that could help.

"I bet your grandparents have baby pictures of your mom. You could look at those while you're visiting and see if they look like the baby in the Polaroid."

"I've seen some of Mom's baby pictures before. I can ask Granny to show them to me again while I'm there. The baby we saw in the picture could've been any baby, though."

I nodded. The baby in the Polaroid picture didn't have any features that screamed it was Sarah's mom.

"I wish I’d made a copy of that picture, too," she lamented.

Mom interrupted us, yelling from downstairs, "Let’s get moving, girls!"

Sarah raced down the steps. I went to the bathroom to pee and was more than happy to see that I was through bleeding. The day was already looking very promising!

******

Daddy ate with all of us in the kitchen. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him either. Glancing at Mom, I noticed that she was staring at me. I gave her my best 'what' look. Gawd how I hated how easy it was for her to see right through me!

We ate quietly while I kept stealing glances at Daddy. I also couldn't help noticing Sarah's excitement about her upcoming trip with Jamie, especially with the way she kept touching and being all lovey-dovey with him. She seemed very happy. He did, too. I was happy for both of them. I was sure the next few days would be just the thing they needed.

"Time to brush teeth and grab your bags, kiddos," Mom said. "I’d like to get on the road."

Sarah and Jamie quickly got up and scrambled for the stairs. Daddy also went upstairs to get ready for work.

When we were alone in the kitchen Mom asked, "Remember what I talked with you about last night?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Remember the rules. Don't push your father into doing something all of us will regret."

"So ... no playing?"

"I didn't say that. I said follow the rules."

"No going all the way," I stated, showing my obvious disappointment.

"Mel, it's important to me. And I know you disagree, but it’s important for you, too. And for our family."

I nodded. I didn't agree with her, but if I did push Daddy too far, it would get back to her. I knew she thought things would get out of control if I went all the way with Daddy. I knew I could control myself though. If Daddy and I did make love, I knew we could deal with it just like the Rayners had.

"If you can follow the rules, then your father and I will be more willing to include you in more things, like the upcoming swinger club party which will be a week from this coming Friday."

"So cool!" I exclaimed, and then prayed that nothing else related to cheerleading would interfere with that. I figured there would be a party for the cheerleaders sometime before school started back, but I doubted it would happen until the week after the Friday Mom was referring to.

Mom interrupted my thoughts, "Now, the house is yours."

I grinned.

"As well as the breakfast dishes."

It was her turn to grin at me.

"There's pizza and Hot Pockets and other stuff in the freezer for lunch. There should also be enough of everything to make a salad if you want that. Your father will take care of supper."

I nodded. She scruffed my hair as she left the kitchen and I turned to get started with cleaning up.

******

After finishing the dishes, I went out into the hallway just as Mom, Jamie and Sarah were about to leave. Daddy was ready to leave for work as well.

I walked out to our SUV with everyone. Mom climbed into the driver's seat and called me over. I gave her a kiss.

"Remember what you promised at the Formons' store last week?" she softly said to me.

"I promised to do the laundry."

"Including the towels and the sheets from all three beds?"

I mentally groaned but didn't show my unhappiness with having so much laundry put on me to do. She likely waited until the last minute to remind me of this knowing I would at least whine a little about it. A deal was a deal though.

"Yes, the towels and the sheets."

"Good girl," she said, kissing me again.

"Can Peter come over this morning?"

"After the laundry is done. Work, then play, okay?"

I nodded. I was already scheming though. I figured if Peter helped with the work, then I was following the spirit of her rules.

"I love you, Mel. Be my big girl until I get back."

I hugged her back and snuggled my head into the crook of her neck. "I love you too, Mom." And after a second I whispered, "I hope Jamie and Sarah can work out their issues."

"I'll do what I can to help, but it’s ultimately up to them."

I couldn't resist adding, "It would be kinda neat to have Sarah as a sister-in-law. Then she’d always be family, too."

Mom smiled, but otherwise didn't react to what I said.

"She's just like family now, right Mom? Kinda like a cousin almost?"

Mom didn't miss a beat though. "That she is. Both of you are growing up fast." She then held me at arm’s length looking into my face for the longest time. "Yup, it sure looks like my little baby is really growing up."

She certainly wasn't taking my bait, but then she had no reason to think I knew about the adoption.

Mom gave me another kiss before I moved away and Daddy took my place. He gave Mom a big kiss, and they whispered a few things between them I couldn't make out.

Finally he stepped back and said, "Give me a call when you get to Long Cane, honey."

"I will," she told him before closing the door and starting the engine.

He then stood with me as we watched them drive away. As the SUV went out of sight, Daddy walked back with me into the house.

"Do you need anything before I leave for work?"

I started to say a few orgasms, but thought better of it. I figured I would have the night to work on getting that out of him.

"No, sir. Will you be home early?"

"I'll do what I can, sweetie."

I scrunched my lips, knowing how that usually worked out lately.

"I promise we'll spend some time together tonight, and over the next two days as well ... one way or another."

I smiled at that.

"Well, I’m off to work. You have a good day."

"Do you want me to fix supper?"

He looked at me. "I’ll take you out to dinner tonight, baby girl. Okay?"

I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss on the lips before walking toward his car.

"Keep the doors locked!" he called back.

"I will."

I watched him drive away just as I had Mom. I smiled big-time knowing I had the house all to myself!

I thought about calling Peter and telling him I was home alone. I figured he was probably still in bed though. I decided to wait and call after I had most of the laundry done. Then we could focus all our attention on each other.

******

I gathered up all the dirty clothes and towels and took everything downstairs. We had just done the laundry on Friday. For a nudist family, we sure had a lot to wash! Actually, we had even more because of all the towels we were using to sit on. Maybe we should move to some kind of commune and go nude full-time.

While sorting out the clothes and starting the first load, I reminisced about the washing machine sex with Mom. I smiled as I thought about how much fun it had been doing something so naughty and spontaneous with her.

More of that kind of thing had occurred over the weekend. I suddenly felt jealous about having to stay home while Jamie and Sarah went off with her. The feeling only lasted a short time though. I had the house and Daddy to myself!

I opened the cupboard above the machine and looked for the dildo. It was still there. I figured perhaps a little later I might use it.

Then I sorted all the used towels into a pile. I noticed one that had a few bloodstains on it. I grinned. Sarah was probably a very happy girl. But then again, had it been Daddy with Mom? Oh well, somebody had a good time last night.

******

With that done, I decided to do some exploring around the house. First, though, I took off my clothes and left them in the family room, just in case someone showed up that I should be dressed for when greeting them at the door.

I figured the best place to start looking would be down in the basement. I was sure there were other pictures and videos hidden somewhere. I just had to use my snooping superpowers to find them.

If nothing else, I could look through the album Mom had given me the previous night.

I looked all through Daddy's office. Nothing. I searched through the visible folders on his computer. Nada. My parents weren't being nearly as careless as before. That was going to make snooping more difficult for me from now on, especially now that I was trying to find out more about the secret adoption.

Frustrated, I decided to get out the album Mom had shown me the previous night from my hiding place. Opening the cabinet, I found a second album with a note taped to the front cover.

Melissa,

I'm sharing this with you and asking that you keep this to yourself for now. The girl in the photos is the Formons' daughter, Alicia. While the men in the pictures aren't part of our local club, they were safe and known to the Formons.

What you see occurring in the images was something Alicia wanted to do. Her parents approved and were present the whole time. Andy Taylor was the photographer.

This is not something we expect you to do. It is just to let you see that it is possible to live out some fantasies within the group of friends we have.

We'll discuss it when I return home on Wednesday.

Love,

Mom.

P.S. The hole was found when the store closed. It was repaired after the photo-shoot the next morning.

It was still hard to believe how Mom was so easily sharing things with me without my asking, and yet she couldn't trust me with things I did ask her, at least one thing anyway.

I took the album with me into Daddy's office, sitting in his chair so I could look through it. I had never met Alicia Formon. In the pictures she looked about a year older than me and very pretty. She had smallish boobs like me, which automatically made me like her.

The pictures of Alicia were from inside her parents' sex store. Specifically, in a video booth in the arcade. She was in a number of pictures sucking several different cocks. Of course, she was naked while doing so.

What made it really interesting, though, was that the men, who belonged to those cocks, weren't even in the booth with her. Their cocks were taking turns poking through a hole in the wall. I remembered Mr. Formon talking about 'glory holes'. I was seeing my first one, at least in pictures.

Some of the pictures had Alicia bent over with her butt almost against the hole in the wall with a cock sticking through it into her pussy. From the look on her face, she was definitely enjoying it. The idea of it was exciting, at least while seeing pictures of it. I wasn't sure how I would feel about it if I were actually in that situation though. I figured it would be fun to at least try once sometime.

One of the cocks Alicia played with belonged to a black man.

I thought about that. I lived in the South, but interracial couples weren't unusual to see. I had just never seen a black guy's cock before, much less pictures of a white girl having sex with a black guy.

Other than the color of the guy's cock poking through the hole in the wall, it didn't look any different than others I had seen. The contrast in the color when Alicia had it in her hands or mouth was pretty hot. Her small pink tongue against the dark flesh was very erotic.

I had more than once heard the saying that 'once you go black you never go back'. That may be true for some girls, but it just sounded like something someone thought was a clever play on words. I thought it was just another lame-o pickup line like 'you must've sat on sugar because you sure have a sweet ass'. Pulease!

I wondered about whether I would want to ever have sex with a black dude. It certainly wasn't something I craved. Other than the color contrast, I couldn't imagine how it would be different than what I was used to.

I figure it could happen some day, especially if some of the swingers were black. Obviously at least one of them within the group of adults I played with was. It was possible, I suppose, that it could happen during a 'cheerleader party'.

I wasn't planning to go out of my way to make it happen though. Having sex with someone of a different race certainly had a novelty about it. I just wasn't craving the idea. I wondered how Peter would feel about it.

I had some pretty firm limits about some things though! Some boundaries I would stay well within. The human race being one of them.

The last pictures showed Alicia with her face covered with cum. She had strands of cum hanging from her nose and chin. Even her eyes had puddles of cum covering them.

I remembered when Mike’s cum had ended up all over my face the afternoon of the nude camping weekend at the Rayners’. I hadn’t liked that at all. However, I realized it was a hazard that came with the kind of sex I was having. No use crying over spilt cum, I suppose. Grandma liked to say that was what wash cloths were invented for, except she was talking about washing off dirt instead of semen.

I looked at the pictures again, Alicia was smiling. I couldn’t figure how Alicia could enjoy it. Oh well, different strokes for different folks.

******

After putting the album back in my hiding place, I decided to check out Daddy's office, and maybe even see who might be camming at nine fifteen in the morning.

Sitting in his chair, I glanced around Daddy's desk, noticing a few discs lying around. I then remembered how he had accidentally left one in the computer and I got to see what he liked to watch. I was able to spy on him while he was naked and jerking off to the disc I later found in his computer. I remembered Jamie telling me he had seen Daddy jerking off when he was looking at a video on his computer, too.

I followed the instructions Mom had told me for webcamming and within a short time I was online. Looking through the user list, I didn't recognize anyone from the previous night. They were probably still in bed sleeping late, unlike myself.

Too bad Katie wasn’t online. I had a lot more to ask her about.

I opened and checked out each of the windows. A few women were online. I figured they were housewives. I wondered where their kids were, if they had any. The rest of the users were men. I figured they were either retired, worked at night or some other time.

I finally settled on the six people I wanted to see. Among them was a girl probably about Kari and Penny's age. Her nickname was Cally.

While they all told me hello, it didn't take a genius to figure out who everyone was focused on from just reading the chat. Cally was putting on a show just for them, and she had their complete attention. I quickly figured out why as well.

It wasn't the kind of show I would have thought of doing. Of course, I was still just a newbie at camming. Cally wasn't just fucking herself with a vibrator or giving zoomed in crotch shots or something similar. She was seriously teasing everyone. She had being playfully flirtatious and precocious down to an art form. The things she was typing to those watching while teasingly showing her body had the guys and even the women practically drooling over her.

Cally was basically playing a little girl for them. And she had them spellbound. I wanted to be jealous of her. No one was paying any attention to me. Of course, I was watching Cally like the rest of them. I actually admired how she had everyone wrapped around her finger. Including me!

I couldn't stop staring at her. She had teasing all figured out. But she wasn't just teasing; she was giving up the views everyone wanted. She just made it very playful and innocent-like. I couldn't be jealous of her though. She was older and had learned just how to get people to pay attention to her.

Watching her did give me an idea. A wonderfully wicked idea - I wanted to webcam with Daddy! I would put on the same kind of show for him. I didn't know how I could pull it off though.

The other problem I had was getting Daddy to actually 'participate' with me. Even with the things we had done together, I had to start and almost lead him through it. I knew he was afraid of hurting me in some way. So he always let me initiate and control things. Which meant webcamming with him probably wouldn't work out like I wanted.

So, if he was gonna wait for me to start and control things, I knew the perfect way to do it. It wouldn't give me what I really wanted which was for him to play with me like he would with Sarah. But I had to try something to get him to relax and feel free to let go with me more than he had so far.

I wanted him to be the dirty man with me that he was with Sarah ... and Julie ... and Pam ... and others. I loved that he was so concerned about hurting me, but he didn't need to be, and I was gonna try to show him that.

Knowing his fondness of pictures and videos, I knew just what to do.

I quickly logged off the webcam and went back upstairs. I went to my parents’ bedroom and found their video camera in their closet. I looked toward the back and found the tripod I knew they had as well. Looking some more, I found a new tape to use.

I then debated where to make my movie. My bedroom? His Bedroom? In the backyard? I finally decided to use the family room. It would be the perfect spot for what I had in mind. So, I took everything down to the family room.

Before doing anything else, though, I went to the laundry room and took the clothes out of the washer and put them into the dryer. I then put in the load of towels in before hurrying back to the family room.

I sat down on the couch and thought through what I was about to do. I wanted to make a video just for Daddy. I wanted to give it to him when he got home from work later in the day. I knew what I was doing was pretty daring, but lately that had seldom stopped me.

I knew I needed to be careful with how I went about this for it to work. For one, I didn't want to come across as a silly little teen girl trying to act grown up. It was obvious he liked young girls willing to be naughty with him. That's exactly what I wanted to be for him!

So, the key to this working was to be myself. I had to be a showoff, but I had to be genuine. I didn't have big boobs or a bunch of curves to show off. But if that had been what Daddy wanted, he wouldn't be playing so much with girls like Sarah.

I knew many guys liked what they saw in me. I could be as precocious and flirty as any girl I knew. I knew the effect I had on men like Bob, Brent, and Kent. I just had to let that shine through.

I thought about the night on the couch when I had all but fucked Daddy. He had been under my spell. That's what I wanted to happen again, but with a video I wouldn't have the benefit of having my body against his. So I was gonna have to really show it to him ... like Cally had been doing while webcamming.

After getting the camera set up on the tripod, and getting a few of my toys from my bedroom, I felt like I was about ready. The last thing I did was to go up to my bathroom and primp just a little.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I debated about putting on some lip gloss, but decided not to. I held my hair up in a ponytail, then in pigtails. I knew I would look really cute like that, but it wasn't how I normally looked. It wouldn't be genuine. So I just let it flow over my shoulders and down my back like usual, after brushing it of course. I didn't want it to look ratty. If only I had Tammy's stylist at my beck and call!

I then debated what if anything to wear. I quickly decided that a cute and revealing sleeveless top and shorts would be just the thing.

******

Back in the family room, I debated what would be the best way to do things. After debating my options a little, I decided to set the camera at one end of the couch, giving a more diagonal or 'catty-corner' view of me. I would be looking to my right at the camera. I figured that angle would show off more of the angles of my body. It might even make me look like I had tits!

Cally had been turning to the side a good bit while she was performing, and it really seemed to work for her. I could also still easily look into the camera that way too. So I went with that approach.

Feeling like I was ready, I set the camera to start recording, flounced down on the couch, turned my head to look into the camera, and began talking, being sweet and flirtatious.

"Hi Daddy," I said, putting my feet on the edge of the couch as I reclined back, my legs folded up to my chest, running my hands along my shins. I knew touching myself would be a sly way of teasing him. In order to turn him on with this, I had to be coyly playful, but clearly interested in being naughty.

"I hope you're having a good day at work. I wanted to let you see that I'm being your good girl and that I’m thinking about you. I'm doing all the laundry and stuff. All the towels ... and clothes ..."

I scrunched my lips, tilting my head, "The beds will all have fresh linen on them when you get home. I know you like lying on clean sheets. I do, too."

I stretched my body a little, fiddled with the hem of my top, pulling on it, doing my best to look cute, sorta like a kitten playing by herself.

"I’m kinda bored though. I’m here all alone ..." I sighed. "I wish you were here, but I know you’re working hard right now ..."

I let my legs fall open, brushing at something imaginary on my inner thigh, touching it gently, hoping he would wish it was his hand touching me there.

"I was also thinking about you and me. I'm really looking forward to the next three days ... and the nights ... having time alone with you. That's a big reason why I wanted to get the laundry done ..."

Looking intently at the camera, "... and clean sheets on the beds ..."

I started fidgeting around.

"I'm kinda tired of these shorts." I said, unbuttoning them. "I guess I should've just left them off. Now I'll have even more laundry to do," I said with a quick giggle. "Isn't that just silly of me?"

I lifted my butt a little with my legs still drawn up and folded, and slowly slid my shorts up my thighs, and then down and off my calves and feet. I flopped my legs wide open, showing the skimpy pink panties I had on, stretching my arms out while lifting my butt a little off the couch, twisting a little to the camera, hoping he would think I was letting him see all of me.

"That’s better," I said, stretching my right leg toward the camera while staring straight into it. I hoped my ‘camel toe’ was showing.

I started twirling my hair as I hummed a little, rocking my legs back and forth a little.

I pulled one of my legs up to me and gently rubbed my taut skin. I loved how soft it felt. I hoped he would wish it was him doing the touching. I decided it was time to become even bolder.

"My legs are so smooth, don't you think? When you get home, you can feel how soft they are."

I folded my other leg to my chest as well, and rubbed my hands along both before turning toward the camera and stretching them out toward it.

"I think they’re pretty. Do you think so, too, Daddy?" I sweetly asked.

I pulled my legs back again and rubbed the tops of my feet. "I like my feet, too. They’re just the right size for me ... petite. I held my foot out right at the camera. "Do you like my toes?" I asked, wiggling them. "I need to paint them sometime. Maybe you’ll paint them for me? That would be fun."

I turned back away from the camera and stretched out, putting my feet on the coffee table. I then lifted my shirt above my little bra, and then slid my fingertips up and down my abdomen.

I patted my flat tummy, "Do you like my body? I do. I have you and Mom to thank for it. You’re both in great shape. I got both of your genes. You know it was one of your squiggly little sperms that made me. I think that is so cool. The man I adore the most in the world actually made me. Well, Mom did most of the work, but without you this flat tummy ..." I patted it again, "... and the rest of me wouldn’t be sitting here making a video ... just for you."

I then slowly slipped my top the rest of the way off, followed by removing my bra. I began fondling my little tits.

"It feels good when I do this," I said, squeezing them, and then pulling outward on my nipples. "I love how it feels. See how hard my nipples get? I think it's cool how they do that, don't you?"

I toyed with one nipple while sliding my fingers between my boobies. "I wish my breasts were bigger now. I know they will be soon. But you know what? I think you like my boobies small like this. Don’t you, Daddy? It’s super cool if you do. I know you like looking at young girls ... touching them ... especially their little titties ..."

I leaned a little to the camera, holding my small tits, "You can touch mine, Daddy. Anytime you want. Remember, you made them with Mom. By law they belong to you until I’m eighteen. All of me does. Every part of me."

I leaned back and playfully smiled, biting my bottom lip.

"There is something else you helped make," I slid my hands down to the top of my panties, just above my mound. "Want to see it?" I asked, tilting my head a little and raising my eyebrow.

I turned my body toward the camera and lifted my legs up into the air together, giving the camera a close view of my butt. Reaching underneath me, I hooked the string with my thumbs and slid my panties up and over my butt, flashing my pussy for a moment before covering it quickly with one hand. I giggled a little before pulling my panties further up my legs as I kept them in the air until my panties were off. I spread my legs to give Daddy a wide-open view of my little pussy.

"Do you like my little pussy, Daddy?" I asked, gently rubbing the top of my slit. I think it’s pretty. There's not much hair, but I think you like it like that, don't you?" I asked, biting my bottom lip. "I like it like that because you do, too."

I lightly patted my mound, "And you know what? It really does belong to you, just like my little boobies. At least until I’m eighteen. Maybe even longer than that. A girl can only hope," I said, sliding a finger through my slit.

"I’m getting sooo wet. Can you see?" I said, lifting up from the couch and moving so my pussy was closer to the camera, holding myself there for a short time, giving him a great view of my little pussy.

I then lay back down while still facing toward the camera, spreading my legs open.

"I like playing with it ..." I began rubbing the top of my slit. "I like to rub my little clit ... It feels so good like that."

I began mewing and whimpering, biting my lip at times. I leaned up a little to watch myself, occasionally looking at the camera with a cute smile.

I was masturbating for my Daddy. I was also trying to seduce him. I wanted him to feel comfortable watching me, touching me ... even if he couldn’t fuck me. Peter was my boyfriend, but Daddy was the man in my life. I wanted that man to know he could enjoy me and my body as much as he wanted. I wanted him to see I was more than willing to let him do what he wanted with me.

"You know I’m your little cheerleader again. Isn’t that so cool? Now I can do special cheers just for you. I can wear my little cheer outfits ... or just parts of them ... and do all kinds of dance moves and cheers for you. You’ll be able to see how nimble I can be. I hope you’ll let me do that for you ... a lot! I hope you'll tell me what you want to see, too. I really do, Daddy."

I rubbed my clit some more. "This feels so good, rubbing myself. But you know, I really should stretch before I pull a muscle or something. Cheerleaders are supposed to warm up first."

I lifted my legs and pulled them back to me. Grabbing my feet, I pulled them down until they were in front of my face. My pussy and butt were totally exposed to the camera. "See how I like to stretch, Daddy? Do you like how I warm up? I'm getting very warmed up, too!"

I leaned my head up a little more, "See my little pussy hole? It's starting to really throb right now. What about my cute little butthole, can you see it, too? I do hope you think it's cute. I don't care if anyone else does ... as long as you do."

I let go of my legs and stretched out completely, my arms reaching out above my head.

I then went back to touching my pussy, really getting into playing with it, sliding my fingers inside, moaning as I did, working them in and out. I then slid my body over until my butt was on the arm of the couch, the camera just a foot away from my cunt. I went back to fingering my pussy until it got squishy, loud enough for the camera to pick up.

"I’m so horny, Daddy. I need something more than my fingers."

I tilted my head to the camera. "I know what I really want, but I can't have it," I said, pouting. "So I'll have to make do with something else ..."

I reached over to the table and picked up a slender vibrator from the ones I had, and went back to working on my pussy, fucking myself with it, sliding the tip of it over my clit at times.

"Oh, God, Daddy. This is so good. It's not like a real cock, especially a grown man's cock, but it does feel great."

I made a real show of slithering the vibrator deep inside, "Watch me, Daddy. See how I fuck my little pussy?" I whimpered and moaned loudly, "Jesus Christ, Daddy! It feels so good!"

I kept working it in and out, "I wish I had someone to help, Daddy. I could be squeezing and playing with both my nipples at the same time while someone else worked the vibrator! I bet you could help me. I'd really like that!"

"Mmmmmm ..." I kept working the vibrator in me. I was getting so fucking close to coming.

"I'm picturing in my mind my most favorite man's cock. I'm imagining he is fucking me with it, pounding into my little pussy, oh God, yes! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" I wailed, squealing loudly as I came. It was one of the most intense orgasms ever!

As I recovered, I crawled around until I could lay my head on the edge of the couch close to the camera, letting out a big sigh.

"That was so good, Daddy. I really needed to come right then. My pussy juices are really dripping out of me. I'm gonna have to clean the wet spot on the couch now," I softly giggled.

"I hope you liked watching me play, especially when I came. I really was thinking about your cock when I did. I hope that doesn't shock you."

I put my face a little closer to the camera, "I meant what I said earlier, too. My body belongs to you. I really do want you to enjoy it. I know I’ll enjoy you enjoying me. I also know you're afraid you'll hurt me somehow. I adore you so much for that. But if we're doing it together, I can stop you if you're about to do something I don't think I can handle. I trust you completely. Trust me, too. I know we can't really fuck. I'll keep my promise to Mom. I won't push you into breaking that promise, but there are sooo many other things we can do together. I just know there are lots of things you can teach and show me about sex. We can make it work.

"I love you so much. I always will. And I'll always be your baby girl, no matter what we do."

I blew a kiss at the camera and then got up to turn it off.

******

I took the camera off the tripod and sat back on the couch with it. After rewinding the tape, I played portions of it so I could see how it turned out. I was seriously impressed with my performance. I thought I had accomplished what I had set out to do. I came across pretty much how I wanted. I was being really bold and it showed.

If this didn't get the message across to Daddy, then I really didn't know what would. Anytime I was in his presence, his defenses automatically went up. I really loved that he was so concerned about me, but it was totally frustrating just the same.

The problem now was getting the video onto a disc. My first thought was that Bob could do it for me, but I wasn't sure if I wanted him to know I had made a video like that for Daddy.

Peter's dad was a better possibility. He was fucking both his daughters. I felt like he would understand and support me. But I wasn't sure when I could get him to do it. I was hoping to give the disc to Daddy either today or tomorrow at the latest. I wanted him to have the chance to see it before Mom came home.

******

After putting away the camera and tripod, and washing the vibrator, I got back to doing the laundry. I took the clothes out of the dryer and folded them, putting them away in my parents' and Jamie's bedroom. I then stripped the beds and took the covers and sheets downstairs. I still needed to put new linen on the beds, but at least I had everything in the laundry room that still needed washing.

I moved the just washed towels into the dryer, and put the first load of bed sheets into wash.

After that, I took the initiative and cleaned the bathrooms, including the toilets! I was becoming all domesticated and shit. Mom would be really happy about that, especially not having to ask me. It might even earn me a wand vibrator like Jennifer had won the day before at the party! A girl can hope.

The bathrooms didn't take that long to do. That's because I probably wasn't quite as thorough as Mom would have been. She would appreciate the effort though.

I just hoped Mom wouldn't begin to expect me to do it all the time!

******

Late in the morning the doorbell rang. I quickly went to the family room window to peek outside. It was Peter, but Pam was with him as well.

Still naked, I opened the door for them, hiding behind it so no one could see me from the street.

"Come on in," I urged them.

"Did we interrupt something," Pam teased.

I stuck my tongue out at her. Peter gave me a kiss and began stripping. Pam joined in with the nudist theme.

We sat together on the family room couch, with me practically in Peter's lap on one end and Pam facing us at the other.

I kinda wondered why Pam came with Peter. But she had come over in the past just to hang out. Not so much this summer, but it wasn't a new thing for her.

"Where's Mike?" I asked.

"We're gonna hang out later," she replied "I'm off my period today."

"He won't fuck you during it?"

"Nope. He's not as open-minded about that as some guys," she replied, smiling at Peter.

I looked between them. "Am I missing something here?"

"Your boyfriend took care of an itch last night," she answered. "And I have you to thank, at least partly."

I cut my eyes between them quickly. I wasn't sure how to react. It was the most awkward feeling. My boyfriend fucked another girl on her period. That girl was his sister. He had gotten over his distaste for sex at that time of the month from fucking his mom, after fucking mine not knowing her period had started. Now it seemed like he was fucking everyone who was on their period! He wasn't really, but it caused me to think about it.

I felt like I should be upset. But then my brain kicked in. Why was I feeling jealous? We had agreed when we became a couple that he could fuck his sisters. It became clear to me that I wasn't totally used to everything quite yet. Then I remembered the video I made just a short time before ... a video to hopefully get my own father to understand I wanted to do more sexual things with him!

"Peter is pretty good at scratching itches," I gleamed, kissing him. He got a hard-on in a matter of seconds. I wrapped my hand around it to keep it warmed up, hoping Pam would be leaving before too long.

"You know," Pam began, "I never expected the two of you to end up together. I'm glad it happened though."

"Me too," I said, nuzzling my head into Peter's shoulder.

"I'm surprised you're still such good friends with Jennifer."

She still didn't know Jennifer wasn't after Peter at all.

I turned to Peter, "Should we tell her?"

"I don't see why not," he replied. "She's gonna know soon enough."

"Tell me what?" Pam eagerly asked.

I started smiling. For one of the few times in my life, I knew something important before Pam did.

"Jennifer isn't after Peter."

"She told you that?"

"Yeah, she did."

"And you believe her?"

"Yeah. She's not excited about Peter and me being a couple, but she isn't crushing on Peter."

I squeezed Peter's hard-on possessively.

"Then what ..." she started and paused. "I don’t get it ..."

I enjoyed Pam being flustered for once.

"Well if she wasn’t after Peter ..." I began and left it hanging.

"Wait, she wants you, doesn't she?"

I grinned and nodded.

"Holy shit! She was trying to keep Peter away from you then?!"

I nodded again.

"My bad then. But you have to admit that I was onto something at least."

I sighed. Pam was gonna claim some kind of victory or die. She was right though. If anything, her warning got me off my ass as far as Peter was concerned.

"So Jennifer is into girls too, huh? Cool."

"She is only into girls," I decided to tell her. "And this stays between us."

"She's a lesbian?!" Pam asked completely surprised.

"Yeah, she admitted it to me. And she thinks either you or Penny is into girls as well."

"She thinks one of us is a lesbian?"

"No, bisexual."

"Why does she think that?"

"That’s my fault," Peter admitted. "When I found out she was a lesbian, I told her someone in my family was into girls. I was just trying to make her feel like she wasn't completely alone as a girl when it came to being interested in girls."

Pam looked at me, "So you told her you were into girls?"

I explained to Pam how all of that came about at the campground, and about Jennifer knowing about Sarah.

"I don't mind if you tell her about me," Pam said. "She's pretty hot."

"She's pretty hot when it comes to sex, too," I giggled. Peter's cock throbbed in my hand. I wondered if he was getting excited over his sister and me talking about another girl. He probably remembered the hand-job that the other girl had given him, too. Duh! Of course, he was!

I asked Pam, "So, do you want me to tell Jennifer you want to munch on her muff?"

She rolled her eyes but then confirmed just what I said, "It might be better to do it together ... like you did with Sarah."

I successfully avoided smirking at her, "Works for me."

She then asked, "Do her parents know about her?"

I explained what was going on with the Prestons. While Pam had given me reasons not to trust her motivations over the past year, I knew she would understand the importance of keeping this between us. She was gonna find out about Jennifer's family soon enough anyway. Her knowing about Jennifer's parents and their desire to get involved with us kids wasn't going to hurt anything.

"Mrs. Preston actually spanked and fingered you?" Pam asked. I was glad I had told Peter about it right after it had happened so that it wasn’t a surprise for him now!

"Yeah. It totally shocked me."

Pam asked, "Jennifer doesn't know her mom did that at their cabin?"

"Nope."

"Are you ever gonna tell her?"

I thought for a moment, "It depends. I don't want to say something that might not go over well. It would be one thing for her mom to have sex with me at a swinger party. It's a whole different thing for her to know her mom tried to push herself on me when I had been alone with her."

Peter's cock throbbed even more. It was getting me horny ... er.

"What if we got one of our moms to ..." Pam started to say and then shut her mouth. It wasn't quite deja vu, but she had remembered how I had felt about her working with our moms to get me involved. I tried not to laugh at her but couldn't help it.

"Sorry," she blushed.

I looked at her for a moment. I wanted her to remember how I had felt about her knowing what was going on, and even helping our moms with getting me more involved ... and she had never let on that she was so involved! But that was water under the bridge.

"Actually, girl, it's probably the thing to do," I finally replied, stunning her.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, Mom could probably seduce her with some help from me."

I squeezed Peter's shaft, wondering if the memory of Mom seducing him was flashing through his mind.

"I just thought ... after everything ..." she said, pausing.

"I'm not gonna lie to her ... like I was lied to." We locked eyes.

Pam looked like she wanted to slink out of the house about then.

I took pity on her, "It's cool, chica. The past is the past. We're still friends, hopefully better friends now, if you know what I mean."

She crawled over and hugged me, which meant she was on top of me and Peter.

"I do," she whispered quietly in my ear.

"I can certainly see you and my brother are closer than ever," she giggled.

"What can I say?" I blushed. "He’s a great guy, he’s fun to be around, and easy to talk to." I let go of his stiff shaft and rubbed his tummy looking at him so adoringly.

He bent down and kissed me. We got lost in some hot kisses with a lot of tongue. He finally lifted up and said with a big smile, "I love you, Mel!!"

"I love you, too, Peter."

I turned to Pam again and grinned. "Besides," I stroked Peter’s cock some more, "he fucks me so good."

"He is good at that," Pam said, looking at my hand slowly stroking Peter. She was practically drooling on us.

Peter groaned embarrassed.

"We should gangbang him," I said, teasing Pam.

"Whoa, Mel," Peter reacted. "If you two put on a strap-on ..."

"Sounds kinky," Pam said, reaching down to play with his balls. "I better leave so you two ..."

"Don't go," I said. "What I really meant is he could fuck both of us together."

"I'm game!" Peter exclaimed excited by the idea of getting to fuck two girls at the same time.

So, we did just that. We got him to lie on his back on the floor, and we took turns riding him, one on his cock and the other on his face. I was amazed that he didn’t shoot his load right away.

After doing that for a bit, Pam and I got in various positions, side by side, and let Peter alternate between us.

It was exciting watching Peter and Pam together. It was like being able to watch Jamie and me fucking. They had a natural rhythm between them. Their bodies fit together nicely, moving together like they had been fucking for years.

I then realized the two of them had probably fucked more often than I had with Peter. I wanted to be jealous, but I couldn't. I certainly wasn't acting jealous while I rubbed his cute butt as he thrust into her sexy little pussy, his sister's pussy.

I then wondered how Peter really felt about Jamie fucking me. Did he ever feel jealous? I hadn't been making any effort to keep him informed, and he had never asked. Was he ever curious about it though?

But then I had never asked him about his having sex with his sisters either. Or with his mom for that matter. I knew it happened and I didn’t really feel jealous about it like I felt about Peter with my mom.

Neither of us was breaking any of our rules. But that didn't mean Peter was happy about a high school jock regularly fucking me, even though he was my brother.

There really was still a lot for us to talk about. With me back in cheerleading, a swinger party coming up, and school just three weeks away, I knew that pretty soon our relationship was gonna be tested big-time.

Those thoughts drifted away as Peter began stroking his cock more urgently into me, getting me closer to my orgasm as well.

Before I came, Peter had me move onto my hands and knees. With him fucking me from behind, Pam moved underneath me with her pussy just under my face. She began licking where her brother and I were joined together.

With a little urging from her, I dropped my mouth down to her very wet pussy. It was hard to focus on licking her clit, though, with Peter banging into me like he was, but I did pretty good. I had Pam wailing out an orgasm in a matter of minutes.

Peter slamming hard into me as he came pushed me over the edge, too. I didn't worry about making too much noise with my face pushed into Pam's pussy.

We relaxed in a heap on the floor for a few minutes, catching our breaths. Peter was the first to get up and head to the bathroom. I probably should have been the one with his cum running out of me. I hoped that Pam would catch most of it, otherwise the carpet was gonna have a spot that needed cleaning. I added it to my mental list of house chores to do.

******

As we lay on the floor together, Pam started talking about my being a cheerleader again. She thought it was pretty cool. She hoped it wouldn't create problems between Peter and me because of the time it would keep us apart. I told her I didn't think it would, especially since my parents had already agreed we could spend some nights together, even during the week. I hoped Peter’s parents would let us too. I knew that probably wouldn’t take a whole lot of convincing though.

She asked me again about Anna giving up her captain spot for me. I explained that I was sure Anna never wanted it and wasn't the type of person who cared that others probably wanted me over her. She didn't want that spotlight. Pam then revealed she was aware of Anna and Andrew having sex with their own parents, and agreed with me that I was probably right about her not wanting a lot of the limelight.

Peter came back into the family room and saw us talking.

"Whoops. Girl talk. I think I'll hang out in the kitchen while you two gossip."

"How about fixing us all something to drink while you're in there," I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he playfully replied. Pam giggled at us, whispering to me that I had him trained well.

Pam then surprised me.

"There something you need to know about Mandy."

"Yeah?" I replied, wondering who else was gonna have something to tell me about the chica.

"I'm pretty sure she is having sex with the varsity cheer coach."

"What?! Coach Tanner?!"

"For real. Mandy was at my house a few months ago with Penny when she got a call. When I first answered the phone, it was a woman asking if Mandy was there and if she could speak to her. I didn't know who the lady was though. After getting Mandy, she stood out in the hall talking while I went back into my room. Mandy was talking softly, but she was just loud enough for me to overhear some of what she said."

"What did she say?" I nosily asked.

"After talking on the phone for a short time, Mandy said something about how she couldn’t wait for the person on the other end of the phone to pick her up from my house so they could get naked and play."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "And it was Coach Tanner that picked her up?"

"It was her and Amber."

"Amber was with her?!"

Pam nodded.

Coach Tanner would be the coach of the JV and varsity squads for the new school year, meaning she would be Mandy and Amber's coach.

I asked, "How sure are you it couldn't have been Amber on the phone?"

"Very sure. I'm almost positive Mandy was talking to a grownup."

"But not a hundred percent sure?"

"No, but I would bet money on it."

"Bet money on what?" Peter asked, trying not to dump our cups as he set them down on the coffee table.

Pam repeated what she had told me.

"Do you think Mandy's coach is having sex with her?" Peter asked me.

"It's sorta looking like that."

"Maybe it was Amber she actually talked to," he suggested.

Pam was shaking her head as Peter said it, "A woman asked to speak to Mandy."

"It could've been a different woman," he replied. "Or maybe the woman let Amber have the phone after asking for Mandy."

Pam and I looked at each other. Peter could have been right.

I asked her, "Did you hear all of what Mandy said on the phone?"

"Not at first. I really wasn't paying attention until I heard her talking about getting naked. That’s when I got curious and listened more carefully.

I sighed, wondering if it had really been Coach Tanner that Mandy had been talking to. Kari hadn't mentioned a thing about something like that! She told me Mandy was a lesbian. Why not also tell me that she was involved with her Coach too, if it were true?

Pam then turned to me, "Look, I'm not trying to hurt anyone or get them in trouble. I just thought you should know. If Amber and Mandy are doing stuff with their coach ..."

"Then they might approach me," I finished saying for her.

I was now definitely convinced that Mandy was interested in involving me with the stuff she was into. I had a lot to think about. I wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to become involved with an adult like Coach Tanner and whoever else Mandy was fooling around with.

The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder what really was going on. Mandy had a lot to lose from being outed. Would she be that careless when talking on the phone in someone else’s house? What if it was staged? What if she knew Pam could overhear her and said it so she would, and then possibly tell her good friend - me - and get me thinking about sex with her?!

If Mandy couldn't find out if I was into girls, was she trying to drop hints that I might react to? Mandy had to know Pam couldn't prove who she was talking to on the phone. Was I being setup for something?

"Thanks for telling me, Pam. I'm not sure what to make of what you overheard, but at least I know to be aware something is going on involving Mandy."

We were all quiet for a short time. There were things I wanted to talk to Pam about. The big thing was how she and her father handled having sex with each other, but I preferred talking to her when Peter wasn't around. I thought she would be more open with me if it was just us girls.

Pam interrupted my thoughts, "Are you two ready for your first swinger party?"

Peter and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess," I replied.

"You'll both have fun. But it would be a good thing if the two of you talked now about what's cool for the other to do while you have a chance to think things through."

Peter asked, "Is it just a free-for-all?"

"I guess you could say that. Everyone knows each other. I don't know of anyone who can't have sex with someone else who will normally be there. Everyone is pretty comfortable with each other. They're all good friends."

"So all the kids have sex with each other?" I asked.

"Yeah, if they want to. It's not likely you'll have a lot of sex with everyone during one party though," she replied to me. "Unless it is an organized gangbang, or it turns into one."

"What is that like?" I asked. I noticed Peter staring at me. Did it bother him that I was showing an interest?

"It felt great most of the time."

"But not all time?"

"At times it can get a little monotonous, especially when you begin to get a little tired. Being fucked and maybe even sucking a cock while jerking off two other guys at the same time can be a lot of work after a while. It's also hard to focus on your own pleasure when you're trying to do different things with a bunch of guys at once."

"I bet," I replied.

I glanced at Peter who was staring intently at me. I knew then we were definitely gonna have to have a good talk before I did a gangbang, especially with him present. I think Pam picked up on that as well.

She added, "You know a gangbang can be done without guys."

I looked at her puzzled. Peter did as well.

"A bunch of women with strap-ons can do it as well," she said, grinning.

"That I would love to see," Peter stated.

"A guy could be gangbanged like that, too," I added. Peter smiled and shrugged. Even with his earlier objection, I wondered if the idea appealed to him. Maybe he liked my using a strap-on with him more than I thought! Something else we definitely would have to talk about.

"Have you seen something like that?" I asked Pam.

"I've seen women joining in with strap-ons with a woman, but not gangbanging a guy. I'm sure most of the ladies would love doing that with a guy who was interested. Why are you asking?" She turned to Peter, "Are you interested?"

I quickly spoke up, "It's just something I think would be cool to watch or be a part of, if one of the guys were into the idea."

"Some of the men might be. I don't really know them all well enough to say who though. I do know our dads wouldn't be that interested in being on the receiving end."

Peter thanked me with his look for saving him from having to answer his sister.

"What was your gangbang like at the Meyers? Is it very different doing it with guys you might not know?"

She smiled and blushed, "It wasn't really a gangbang like you're probably thinking. It was only three men with me at once for a while. I had never seen them before."

"What was that like, not knowing them?" Peter asked.

"In a way it is more exciting doing it with people I don’t know. First times with anyone are always interesting, even if it isn't the best sex you'll ever have with them."

"Like?" I asked.

"Like with Mike and I. The first time was special, but the sex is even better now that we know what turns the other on."

I thought back to the first time with Peter. The sex was better now, but I would always remember how he had tried to make me feel special, even when I had been so snotty toward him for so long. If he had just made it a quick fuck to get himself off, or to add me as another conquest, he certainly wouldn't be my boyfriend now.

Pam continued, "Getting to know what people like is a big part of the fun with swinging. Also the variety ... and even learning new things from others."

"Were you okay with everything the three men did with you?"

"I suppose. I mean, along with sticking their cocks in or at me, their hands were all over me too. I didn't even know their names before or after. But it was such a turn-on to be the center of attention for that many men at once. I think it would be fun to have a lot more men doing that over a longer period of time."

"How many did you have sex with that night?"

"Probably around a dozen or so throughout the night, but many of them did me more than once. One would fuck me and then another would take his turn. A few times I was getting fucked by one while another put his cock in my mouth to suck. Sometimes it was a woman joining in. I was the popular girl that night!

"Mom told me to expect that since I was the newbie kid. I spent time having sex with some of the women as well. The really neat thing about it was I didn't have to worry if any of them were safe or not. I just took on everyone that came at me."

I remembered Mom talking about sex in 'public' versus 'private' clubs. I much preferred not having to use condoms, even though no guy had ever fucked me while wearing one yet.

She continued, "After a while I began to just feel like a fuck toy or a piece of meat to poke a cock into. But Mom had told me to expect to feel that way. I was okay with it because that’s what I was - a fuck toy for a bunch of adults. I'm not even sure just how many men either came in or on me during the night."

I looked closely at her, "Thanks for telling me all of that. You've been pretty good about telling me things since we came back from the campground."

She nodded. "Mel, I know you were treated pretty badly. I was one of the worst ..."

I put my hand on her leg and interrupted her, "I've gotten over it already. I'm not holding any grudges."

But I was going to keep a wary eye on Pam.

She leaned over and hugged me. She was really putting out the effort to make things up to me. I felt like she was being genuine about it. She was telling me things she didn't have to. I figured I would take full advantage of that!

I then asked, "When during the night did you fuck Mr. Meyer?"

She blushed and looked down, and replied, "It was after I'd been fucked for about an hour. It was probably a good thing, too, because it made it easier for me to take his huge dick. Gawd I have never felt so fucking full!"

"It didn't hurt?" Peter asked.

"He went slow with me, and by then I was already stretched out from all the men who had fucked me just before that. And they had lubed my pussy pretty good, too!"

"Would you want to fuck him again?" I asked.

"Maybe. The full feeling was really nice, but it was difficult to really get into it. It was hard to relax when you have that much pushing into you. Maybe if he fucked me all the time I could get used to it."

I looked at Peter who was staring at me. I knew I wanted to try out Donkey Dick at least once. From his gaze, I wasn't so sure he liked that prospect.

Pam looked at the clock on the wall. "I need to go. I told Mom I’d be home by noon to go shopping with her and it is already a quarter till."

Pam and I hugged and kissed. She even kissed Peter. I thought that was really neat. I wondered if their having sex was bringing them closer like it was with Jamie and me.

******

Peter helped me put new linen on the beds in all three bedrooms. He made it fun, chasing me around, throwing me on the beds so we could make out. I teased him about wearing him out like Mom had done in papa and mama bear's bed.

He was ready to go for it but I stopped him from fucking me though. I didn't want to have to do even more laundry! It wasn't like we weren't going to fuck again. In fact, I planned to wear him out before he had to go home. Just not in my parents’ bed.

******

In the middle of everything, the phone rang. It was Anna.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Just calling to update you on Jennifer."

"How did she do with you?"

"Dude, the girl is such a fast learner. It's like she already knew all the dance moves! She picks up stuff so easily."

"Yeah, she’s a natural. It's great that she already knows so much, too. This is gonna be a lot easier than I first thought!"

We talked a few minutes longer. I told her about having the house to myself for the next three days ... and that Peter was with me. After an ooh-la-la from her, she told me to hang up and get back to taking care of my boyfriend.

******

After finishing putting the clean sheets on the beds, we went back downstairs. I grabbed the portable phone and took it with us into the family room. I knew Colleen would be calling before long to see how I was doing.

Peter and I settled on the couch, cuddling together. We started to talk about this and that, but it wasn't long before his cock was inside me again. I think we both subconsciously knew we weren't likely ever going to have a lot of opportunities to have one of our houses alone to ourselves. So why not take advantage of the chance to fuck wherever we wanted? That is as long as it didn't create more laundry for me to do!

I was on top of him, leisurely sliding my pussy up and down his dick. His hands were busy touching me, sliding up and down my hips, reaching to cup my boobies, tweaking and pulling on my nipples. I just let him do whatever he wanted, enjoying the attention as I held my hands down on his chest to better balance myself as I ground my hips into his.

The phone rang, "Livingston residence," I said a little breathlessly.

"Hi, Melissa. Just calling to see if you need anything."

"Hi, Colleen. Everything is fine here, and I'm getting exactly what I need."

"I assume Peter is there with you?"

"He is."

"On top or below?" she asked, chuckling.

"I'm on top ... right now."

"That's my girl," she replied, practically giggling. "I could tell from the way you answered the phone that something was up!"

I giggled and replied, "It's too bad you're not here with me. I think between the two of us, we could probably wear Peter out."

"Teen boys are resilient."

"From what Peter told me, you know all about his stamina."

"I hope you're okay with that."

"I am," I sincerely told her. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be thinking about inviting you over."

"I wish I could, honey. He has a very sexy cock for his age."

"I bet you would love to have it inside you again," I teased.

"Mmmm."

"You like that idea, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"I am now, missy!"

"So cool! It's too bad you're not here. You could pretend to be his mom."

I heard her moan again.

"He’s pretty good at fucking moms, especially his own. You could be his second mom. Or third, if you count mine. He's my motherfucker. I'd let you borrow him. Would you like that?"

"Yesssss ..."

"Or is Jamie already your son? Have you ever pretended to be Jamie’s mommy while he fucked you? It’s okay if you have."

"Yes, I've thought about it ... oh God, yes ... mmmm ..."

"That's so naughty, Colleen," I playfully chastised. "Peter could be his younger brother. Both of them could fuck you together some time. Wouldn’t that be hot?"

Her deep moan was so sexy.

I continued, "Two horny teen boys fucking away at you?"

"Yesss ..."

"Sarah would probably join in. You would show her some mommy attention too, wouldn’t you?"

"Yes, Mel, you filthy little girl!"

"You could lick her clit while Jamie fucks you. And then her dad could join in. Sarah could keep her dad occupied while you fuck Peter and Jamie together, both your sons ... while Bob fucks Sarah ..."

"Ooooo ..."

"Would you like to see Bob fuck his baby girl?"

"Mel ... oh sweet Jesus!"

I held the phone so Peter could hear Colleen as she came. Peter's cock felt so fucking hard inside me. I sat still on him and just worked his cock with my pussy, squeezing it over and over.

After a few moments, "Colleen? You okay?"

"Yes," she replied, breathing heavily.

"I really do wish you were here," I told her. "We'll have to arrange a time when Peter and I can have some time alone with you."

"Anytime, sweet girl," she answered, getting better composed. "I can tell you have things well under control over there. I'll leave you and Peter alone. If you do need me, please call."

"I will. Thanks, Colleen. Bye, naughty lady!"

"Bye, you little vixen!"

I turned the phone off and set it down, keeping Peter's cock buried inside me.

"You are so evil," Peter said with a big grin though.

"What?" I replied, feigning indignation.

"Getting her to think of me as a son."

"Did she when you two have gotten together?"

"No, she was a nice lady seducing her neighbor who lives across the street from her."

"So she seduced you?"

He nodded.

"When was that?"

"Not long after I’d been with your mom for the first time."

"You stud, you," I said, grinding my butt into him. His cock jerked as I did.

"Are you okay with that?" he genuinely asked.

"Sure, and it's okay if you have sex with her now."

"It doesn't bother you that I might?"

I looked at him for a moment. Was he trying to tell me he was bothered by me fucking men like Bob?

"We agreed ..." I began saying before he interrupted.

"Mel, does it bother you thinking I might?"

"No, as long as you don't try to hide it from me if I do ask about it. I don't need for you to tell me everything, or even when you do have sex with her or another adult. Just don't ever lie or pretend you haven't when you have."

"The same goes for you," he stated.

"Definitely. As long as we're open about the things we do, and tell each other about things the other should know, then we're good."

Peter then lifted up and flipped me around so that he was now on top with my legs over his shoulders.

"Why did you ask Mrs. Clark about whether she pretended I was her son?"

"Just planting some seeds for thought," I grinned, and then moaned as Peter drove into me hard.

"So does she?"

"Pretend you're her son?"

He nodded and pushed deep into me.

"She didn't specifically say, but I think she likes the idea."

"You are a very bad girlfriend," he groaned, driving hard into me as he shot his cum.

As he was catching his breath, I asked, "Do you like having a very bad girlfriend?"

"Oh, I like. I wouldn't trade you for anyone. I love your kind of bad."

I pulled him down tightly to me. "I love you so much, Peter."

******

We stayed on the couch in the family room, cuddling, kissing, and touching each other. Enjoying being together. He spent a lot of that time touching my breasts.

"You seem to like my tits."

"I think they are sexy as fuck."

"Even though they are small?"

"I think that is what makes them so sexy."

"You're not just saying that, are you?"

"I swear, Mel. I love your tits. They fit you so perfectly. And they have filled out some since the beginning of summer."

I could tell they had as well. It helped reassure me that they would eventually fill out to a nice size.

"You're so slender, which is sexy as hell. If they were really big, you'd look kinda silly."

"So you don't like big breasts?"

"I like tits that fit the girl."

"And mine fit me?"

"Perfectly."

"You're sweet. You're great for my ego."

"Just you spending time with me is great for mine."

"Why wouldn't I want to spend time with you? You've got a really sexy body yourself. Your cock fits me perfectly. My body fits so nicely in your arms."

I molded myself into his embrace, resting my head on his chest.

"Do you want to listen to some music?" I asked, looking up at his face and he nodded. So I got up and put on a CD.

"Is that Kelly Clarkson?"

"You don't like her?"

"She's pretty cool, I guess. I'm just not into all the 'woe is me' kinda music."

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled.

"She's always singing about guys who did her wrong and shit. It's always so negative. Like she's always losing her puppy or something."

Actually, he had a point.

"But I like her ... even if she is kinda whiney, I guess. I'll put something else on if you want."

"It's okay. I'll listen to her with you ... sometimes."

I wasn't so sure I even wanted to listen to her anymore. Maybe Mom was right about not liking her.

"So, what about you?" I asked. "Are you still into Maroon 5?"

"Yeah, and some other bands. Why do you ask? Don't you like Adam Levine?"

"Sure, he's sorta hot in an 'I wanna date a pop star' kinda way."

"So you just think he's cute?"

"No, he's a good singer. Some of the band's songs are pretty good."

"So you would listen to Maroon 5 with me?"

"Of course. Will you listen to Justin Timberlake with me?"

"Sure, He's good. He definitely can dance."

"Can you dance like him?" I teased.

"Nobody is that good. But I'm not bad."

"So you'll take me to all the school dances?" I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, and anywhere else you want to go to dance."

I smiled.

"Will you listen to Staind with me?" he asked.

"Who?"

"Just say 'I will'"

"I guess."

"Close enough. Will you listen to Phish with me, too?"

"Dude, it's my turn to ask," I complained. "Anyway, didn't they break up?"

"Yeah, but I like their music."

"I'll listen to Phish with you, then," I told him. "I'm flexible like that."

"You're flexible in a lot of nice ways," he grinned.

I smiled.

"You're blushing."

"It's what I do," I dramatically groaned. I then asked, "Will you listen to Britney Spears with me?"

"Can I stare at her picture while I do?"

"You can stare at mine."

"That'll work."

"It better, mister."

"Can I choose either a clothed or naked picture of you?"

"Sure, you can look at both at the same time, as long as you're not thinking about Britney while looking at me, naked or clothed."

"Deal, but what if I'm thinking of you getting it on with her while you're both naked?"

"Hmmm ... I guess that'll work."

"Cool! You're the best girlfriend ever, you know."

"Because I'll get it on with Britney Spears in your imagination?"

"That, and because you're not all about you."

I scrunched my face, "So you're saying I'm not 'high maintenance'."

"Wait. Why do I now feel like I'm walking in a minefield?"

I smiled and kissed him. "You're good. You know just when to shut up."

"I have two older sisters."

"They trained you well. I'll thank them later," I said, kissing him before laying my head on his chest.

About that time, I heard his stomach growling.

"I need to fix my man something to eat. Gotta keep his strength up."

Saying that just got him flexing his arms. I kissed his biceps and then his lips as I got up to go fix us some lunch.

******

At first I considered cooking a meal for Peter, but then realized I better stick to the frozen pizzas Mom had left. I did fix a salad to eat along with it. It was at that point I realized my skills in the kitchen were sorely lacking. Mom was gonna have a new shadow in the kitchen once she got back from Long Cane!

Peter said he liked what he ate though. He was a big liar, but he wasn't dumb. Then again, it was hard to mess up a frozen pizza. And a salad? Just throw it together and eat. I was just as skilled as a rabbit when it came to that. I could also fuck like one. That really wasn't an impressive resume though.

I planned to work on expanding my cooking skills with Mom.

******

After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, we went up to my room and crashed on my bed. He propped himself up against the headboard with my pillows while I lay back against his chest.

"Do you think your parents would let you go to a concert sometime with me?" he asked.

"Unchaperoned?"

He nodded.

"I dunno if they would. I guess it would depend on the concert."

"Isn't it weird that they will let us be alone like this, knowing we could get into anything, but they won't trust us to handle ourselves at a concert when there’s security all around?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's because they don't trust the rest of the people around us."

"I suppose," he replied. "It just sucks to be a kid."

"You'd think they'd remember how sucky it was for them to be kids."

"They don't know how hard life is anymore, not having any freedom," he said. We both quietly sighed.

I gently held and fondled his cock and balls with one of my hands. He couldn't resist playing with my breasts.

"I just love your breasts," he said, cupping them with his hands.

"Thanks ... I think."

"You're really hung up about your boob size," he noted. "I just told you a short time ago I loved your tits, and I meant it!"

"They're just so small, Peter!"

"Seriously, they're really sexy."

"Well, I still wish they were at least a little bigger."

He got up and pulled me off the bed, leading me over to the mirror on my closet door.

He stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

"Look at your body," he said, gazing over my shoulder at our reflection. "Your tits are so perfect for your body."

He moved his hands to my underarms and then to my body, sliding them so nicely down my flanks to my hips.

"Do you realize how hot you look?"

"You're just being sweet to me."

"The hell I am! I wish you could hear what guys say about you, especially when you're cheering."

"Yeah? What all do these guys say?"

"They talk about how sexy your legs are."

"My legs?"

"Yeah, when they're not talking about your ass."

"Do you like my butt, Peter?"

"Fuck yeah. It's so nice and round and tight," he said while squeezing my butt cheeks. "It fits you just as perfectly as your tits. It's all about symmetry. I should know, I aced Geometry."

"Do I have a math geek for a boyfriend?"

"No, but I do know a nice balanced shape when I see one. Add a pretty face on top of it and you have the prettiest girl I've ever known."

Aww. I turned and kissed him.

"You're blushing," he said.

"I do that a lot. It's a curse."

"I think it's sexy as fuck."

"You think everything about me is sexy as fuck."

"Well, it's true."

"Well, I think I have the best looking guy as my boyfriend. He's sexy ..." I said, rubbing his chest, "... handsome ..." touching his cheek. "... sweet to me ..." turning my head to sensuously kiss him as he held me tightly.

We just stood there like that for the longest time, enjoying just being close to each other. I couldn't yet believe how strong my feelings had grown for Peter. The more time we spent together, the more intense my feelings became for him. Just being away from him over the weekend had been agonizing, even with all the fun things I had discovered.

******

We ended up back on the bed, talking about when we were younger. While I had been quite the adventurous one lately when it came to sex, Peter had been way ahead of me when it came to experimenting.

We talked more about his playing doctor when he was younger.

Peter asked, "So you really never did anything like playing doctor when you were younger?"

"Nope. Just the one time with my dopey cousin who didn't know what to do with a girl. But then I didn’t know what to do with a boy either."

"He was probably intimidated once he saw how pretty you were without clothes."

"You're perfect for my ego." I leaned in to kiss him.

"I mean it," he insisted. "I'm not sure that I wouldn't have been. I had thought about it enough that I think I would've handled it better than your cousin did."

"I really wish it had been you. But you did get to practice with your cousin."

"You mean Kayla?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Pam was there, too."

"Will you tell me what all happened?"

He told me again how Kayla had found the doctor bag in Pam's closet and dared him to let her do a full examination with him naked, with her agreeing to let him do the same to her afterward.

"It was so wild. My cock stayed hard the whole time. She seemed to really like touching and holding it. I loved having her hands all over me."

"Did she actually use the stuff from the doctor bag?"

"At first she and Pam did. But it didn’t take long before that stuff was forgotten."

"Did you do anything with Pam then?"

"Not really. I think being brother and sister we both were uncomfortable doing things in front of her. But we did touch each other some."

"What was the wildest thing you did together?"

"We kissed each other’s lips."

"Kissing isn’t wild."

"I also kissed their pussy lips and they kissed the tip of my cock."

"Whoa! That’s wild, especially for being just ten."

"There wasn’t any sucking or licking, just my lips touching both Pam‘s and Kayla’s pussies, and them kissing the tip of my cock."

"You didn’t make out with your cousin? Like kissing cousins?"

"Not then. We did kiss, but it was with closed mouths."

"That's still pretty hot. Did it ever happen again?"

"Sorta. The next time she visited, we snuck into my bedroom for a while when no one was paying attention to us. We then kissed like lovers, tongues and all, and really felt each other up."

"Did you get naked again?"

"Yeah, but we kept our clothes where we could quickly put them back on if anyone knocked on my door."

"So?" I eagerly asked, poking him to get on with his story.

"She had me lie on my back while she knelt beside me on my bed. She kissed all along my cock, but she never put it in her mouth. I kissed all over her pussy, but never licked her."

"So you never actually licked her pussy?"

"The next summer I did. She even sucked the head of my cock. She also had me push a finger inside her pussy and practically begged me to finger fuck her."

"Okay, that is fucking hot, Peter."

"It was for me, too," he grinned.

"So cool," I huskily said, horny as fuck from listening to him. Peter's cock was rock hard, but my hand stroking it might have actually helped cause that. "Did it ever happen again?"

"Two more times that summer when we were visiting each other. The last time she said we couldn't do it anymore."

"Did she say why?"

"She had a boyfriend by then. She said he was fourteen."

"And she was, what, eleven?"

"By then she was. She said only he got to do things to her now."

"But she sucked on your cock?"

"Yeah. I asked her about that. She said she was doing it because I was her cousin, but that it had to be the last time."

"Yeah, right," I sarcastically replied. "She did it because she was horny. I'm amazed she didn't get you to do stuff even after that time."

"I asked her what she and her boyfriend were doing together. She said they were fucking and she promised him she wouldn't do anything with anyone else, especially that."

"But she sucked your cock and let you lick her."

"What can I say?" Peter grinned.

"My boyfriend is an irresistible stud."

It was fun watching him blush for a change.

I then asked, "You never did any more stuff with Kayla?"

"Not since then. The times I see her we talk, but she has never seemed interested in doing anything more. It’s never even come up."

I then told Peter exactly what I had done with my cousin when I was nine. I was glad he didn’t start asking a lot more about my cousin and his family. Peter seemed to get off on the things I had done with him. I thought what I told him was pretty pathetic, but he kept asking about exactly how my cousin had touched me. I almost wished I had more stuff to tell him.

"I wish we had played doctor together," I softly told him.

"It would've been a lot of fun. But in a way, I'm glad things happened the way they did."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because if they had happened differently ..."

"We might not be a couple now?"

"Yeah ..."

"Then I'm glad we didn't either," I told him. "But you know, we can play doctor now if you want?"

"I'll see if Pam still has that doctor bag."

We smiled wickedly at each other.

"Wait," I said, remembering something. "There was this one time when you were with Sarah and me in Sarah’s backyard. We were all probably ten at the time. You said something about playing something together."

"Was that the time we were checking each other’s pulse?" he asked.

I nodded, "You then said we could listen to each other’s heartbeat by holding our ears to each other’s chest."

Peter started blushing!

"You said we could hear it better if we lifted our tops enough!" I reminded him.

"Yeah," he admitted, "and remember, I said you have a pulse on the inside of your upper thighs?"

"That was bullshit, wasn’t it?"

"Actually, I think you do."

"But you didn’t know that then, did you?" He shook his head and smiled.

I then asked, "We would’ve had to take off our shorts for you to feel that." He nodded.

"You were trying to get us to play doctor with you like you had done with Kayla and Pam, right?"

"Yeah, I actually thought you both might."

"Actually, we might have, or at least I might’ve."

"Well, fuck!" he exclaimed in frustration.

I chuckled. "As I remember, Pam showed up and we started doing something else."

"Yeah, she totally fucked that up," he groaned. "I almost got to see you and Sarah naked."

"Whoa there, big guy, you’re assuming a lot."

"Well, I would’ve gotten to touch you," he moaned.

I touched his face, "I know you said you're glad we didn't because it could've changed us and we might not be a couple now, but I wish we had done it then."

"I know what you mean," he said. "I might’ve even gotten to kiss you then."

"Things could’ve been really different if we had started doing stuff like that together."

He softly replied, "Maybe, but I’m more than happy with how things are now."

I then kissed him a whole lot better than he probably would have gotten from me when I was ten.

"You know what I think would've been hot to do with you back then?" I asked.

"What?"

"Watch each other masturbate. But at the time, I didn't even know about stuff like that. But if I had, it would've been fun to do it in front of each other."

"I love watching you touch yourself now."

"You said you don't jerk off much anymore."

"Not much. Not with my mom and sisters ..."

"When was the last time you jerked off thinking about me?"

"The night we camped out in my backyard."

"The night you first fucked me?"

"Yeah ... I wanted you so bad. I went inside and jerked off maybe an hour before ..."

"Before you fucked me?"

"Yeah."

I caressed his face. It had to be at least a little embarrassing telling me that.

"How long have you been jerking off while thinking about me?"

"Since last summer.

"With my fourth grade yearbook?" I asked, remembering him mentioning it before.

"That one, and the later ones as well."

"Are the pages sticky?" I said, making an icky face.

"I had a close call one time with our sixth grade yearbook."

"You almost spunked my sixth grade picture?" I playfully asked, sternly looking at him.

"It was close. Alice Lindon got slimed though. Her picture was just before yours."

"The snotty girl who always sat in front of me when we were seated alphabetically?"

"Yeah."

"That’s okay then," I giggled. "She’s never liked me anyway."

"That’s because you are prettier than her."

That got him a seriously sloppy kiss. As far as Alice was concerned, she had moved away that summer. So, no biggie if she got covered with my boyfriend’s cum.

"You must’ve had your cockhead right against my picture. But you ended up with it on Alice. I should be pissed."

"No, when I started to spurt, I had barely moved it."

"Did you spunk her mouth?"

"Yeah."

"So she in essence gave you a blowjob."

"No way. She had braces."

"Chicken shit."

That got me tickled good.

"What's the earliest yearbook you used to jerk off to me with?"

"The fourth grade one."

"I wasn't pretty in third grade?" I preened.

"You've always been pretty."

He got one of my best kisses for that!

******

We cuddled and talked some more with lots of kissing and touching. It led to us making love again. Well, it seemed like anything led us to that now!

It just felt so good to be alone with him with no interruptions. Mom needed to take Jamie on a lot more trips! I was discovering more and more just how deep Peter really was. His interest in music was something I had never picked up on until the previous week. He also continued to show me a real romantic streak that seriously turned me on.

We talked more about the coming school year. Of course, a lot of my spare time in the afternoons would be spent around cheerleading. He was planning to pursue his band interests while I wasn't around. The more he told me about his hanging out with Aaron, the more of a bad ass I learned he was at heart. Every girl likes a little bad ass in her man. At least this one did!

We talked some about him trying out for our school's track team in the spring. He said that he was pretty sure now that he would. Maybe I would too. It was certainly something to think about. Life wasn't always going to be about cheerleading. If Tammy actually was serious about softball, I might do that instead.

Decisions, decisions. That was all in the future though. Next year was like years away!

As good as the day had gone, though, I just wished I had more time to spend with Daddy. We had the house to ourselves, but he was at work ... as usual. With the way he had been working for the past year, in a sense he almost felt like a stranger to me.

Hopefully that would change beginning when he came home in a few hours. I loved that he wanted to do good for himself and our family. I just wanted my daddy some of the time. Was that too much for a girl to ask?

Peter and I also reminisced about what happened at the campground.

"I hope we can go back before summer is over," I told him.

"Maybe over Labor Day weekend."

"We haven't even gone on a family vacation this year."

"Your dad is working pretty hard."

"I know ... We're supposed to spend time together over the next three days. You see how that is working out so far."

I looked closely at Peter, "At least I have my love with me for a change."

He pulled me tightly to him.

He then asked, "Are you practicing with Jennifer today?"

"Uh huh, she'll be here at two thirty."

"How is she doing?"

"Anna worked with her yesterday, but she knows so much already. She's a natural at gymnastics and dance."

"Does Jennifer still act like she’s in love with you?"

"Yeah, she's definitely still crushing on me. How do you feel about that?"

"It depends if she’s a threat to us."

"She's not."

"You don't have any feelings for her?"

"Sure, I care deeply about her. But I care even more deeply about Sarah, and she isn't a threat to us."

"But Sarah isn't a lesbian focused solely on you."

I stared at him. I wasn't sure if he was trying to accuse me of something or what.

"I know she wants to be a couple with me. If you and I didn't have what we have together, maybe I would."

"So you could be a real couple with her, if we weren't together."

"It's possible, but we're together ... and I don't plan on that changing. Why are you asking me that?"

"I was reading on the Internet about bisexuals. Some are only interested in having sex with the same gender. Others actually fall in love with girls as well as guys. That's why I wondered how you felt about her."

I sighed, "I care deeply about her. On some level I know I do love her. But I don't love her like I love you."

"That's cool then."

"You were really worried that I might?"

"A little maybe. I mean, competing with guys for you is tough enough. Competing with a gorgeous girl as well?"

"But you're not competing with anyone, Peter! I belong to you, and you to me. Okay?"

I was getting angry. He seemed to be worked up as well. The really neat thing was though that it led to some angry kissing. It was probably the most passionate making out we had ever done.

After coming up for air, I said, "Don't worry about Jennifer, okay?"

He nodded. I wondered if he was satisfied with that though. I didn't know what else to do to convince him except to stop being her friend.

"Do you want me to break things off with her?"

"No! That's not what I want. I just need to know how you feel about her."

"Do you want me to stop having sex with her?"

"No. I don't mind what you're doing with her."

"That's because you've been part of it a good bit of the time," I grinned. He smiled knowing he was so busted. "Maybe I should keep worrying about you and Jennifer. Maybe you're trying to convince her boys aren't such a bad thing?"

He shook his head, "Even if I was, it's a lost cause with a girl like you around."

I took that as a compliment. I cared a lot about Jennifer, but she sure had made things complicated for me.

"Well, one thing you got going for you is that I can't imagine giving up guys completely, and that is what Jennifer would expect. You've seen how she is when the three of us are together."

He readily agreed with me about that.

******

Mrs. Preston arrived with Jennifer around two-thirty. She didn't stay long, but offered to drop off Peter on her way to take care of some errands.

Peter kissed me, "Can we get together tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll call you as soon as I know when. Hopefully Daddy will let me leave the house."

"Maybe we can ride our bikes somewhere."

"Down by the river?" I hopefully asked.

"I like the way you think," he grinned.

"You like everything about me."

"Not everything ..."

I looked at him wide-eyed. "Like what?"

"You like Kelly Clarkson, remember?"

I playfully punched his arm. He smiled and we kissed.

I waved as Peter and Janet left together. I had a wicked thought about Janet seducing Peter, but Janet was in a pretty big hurry. I knew she wanted to have sex with us teens, but I doubted she would do something without planning it all beforehand with her husband.

******

"I've missed you," Jennifer told me as we sat down together on the couch.

From the way she was looking at me, I could tell she wasn't just saying that to be pleasant. Just the lust in her gaze was making me incredibly horny! I knew I needed to be careful though. If I let things get out of control, we would end up making out instead of working out any cheer routines.

"I've missed you, too," I said, quickly adding "We have soooo much to practice before next week!"

"I think I know most of it already, if not all."

"You know the moves, but you don't know the routine."

"Actually ..."

I stared closely at her as she hesitated.

"... I pretty much know the routine," she said, smiling almost guiltily.

"How? Anna couldn't have taught you everything yesterday."

"Weeelllll ... umm ... I watched you with the other cheerleaders when ... ahh ... you taught it to them."

"We practiced in the school yard," I noted. "I didn't see you."

"I was watching from the window of one of the empty classrooms," she admitted, blushing. "I even made a few videos with my Dad's camera."

"You sneaked a video camera into school?!" I looked at her wide-eyed. This girl was even more daring than I had realized!

She shrugged and smiled.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't want you to think I was stalking you or something."

"But why tape it? You knew I had quit."

"I liked watching you ..."

"You wanted a video of me?"

"Yeah," she sheepishly replied. "I told my parents I wanted to learn the dance routine."

"But you just wanted videos of me," I plainly stated.

"Are you mad?"

"No ... I just didn't realize ..."

I was beginning to realize just how big a crush this girl had on me. This was not gonna make things easier with Peter I was afraid. His questions earlier had made it clear that he was somewhat uncomfortable about my relationship with Jennifer and that he did perceive her as a threat to our relationship. I had to work that out with him without hurting Jennifer. Getting her involved with Pam might help, I thought. She might not be so focused on me then.

"It's cool," I said. "I understand."

She looked so vulnerable sitting there.

After a few quiet moments, she said, "While I made the videos so I could have something with you in it, I have been able to use them to learn the routine, especially the dance parts. I've been spending all my spare time learning every step."

So that was why Anna thought she was a quick learner!

She grabbed my hand and led me out my own backdoor. Over the next hour, she showed me what she had learned. There were a few technique issues that I worked on with her, but she proved in front of me just how quick she could pick up things.

******

About forty-five minutes before her mom was supposed to pick her up, we stopped practicing and sat down on the steps at my backdoor.

"Do you think Coach Stanton will be happy with me?" she asked.

"Girlie, she is gonna be so impressed. I know I am!"

"Thanks," she said, putting her hand on mine.

I knew she was hoping I would take her hand into mine, and I did. It was almost like we were sitting on the back steps of her cabin at the campground.

"I've been wanting to ask you," I began, "what did you think of Kathy going down on Trish Friday upstairs in my room?"

She thought for a moment, "I'm sure those two are at least seriously bi. They did that way too easily."

"We'll probably find out soon enough!" I grinned.

"Kathy definitely wasn't 'licking a little'," she replied, both of us giggling.

I added, "And Trish wasn’t at all upset about it!"

"I wished it had been me getting licked!" Jennifer replied. We giggled at each other.

She then surprised me, "Anna is into girls too, isn't she?"

I looked away not sure what to say.

"Don't worry, Mel. She gave it away herself while watching Kathy and Trish. I could see it all over her face. I've seen that look enough now to know."

"You can't say anything, okay?"

"Like I'm gonna start outing people? Remember, I'm the lesbian here!"

We laughed together.

"You were rubbing Kathy's leg while she munched on Trish," she smiled.

"I couldn't help it!" I blushed.

Jennifer then looked around at the neighbors’ houses to see if anyone could see us.

"It's cool if you want to do something," I told her, "Nobody can see us."

Jennifer stood up and walked out into the yard a few steps.

"What about from that window?" she said, pointing to our left as we faced out into the backyard. It was the side of our house where we had access to the backyard.

There was one window in the house next-door that could probably see where Jennifer was standing, but the older couple that lived there was normally at work this time of the day.

"They can't see me on the steps from there," I said, remembering that they couldn't possibly have seen Doris and me on the steps a few Sunday mornings ago. "They're probably not home anyway."

The neighbors might have known Doris and I had been in the backyard together and thought that weird, especially as early as it had been that day. I seriously doubted it, though, as early as it had been, even with me banging the aluminum ladder around.

It would have been bad if they had seen Doris with me, especially when she had opened up her bathrobe and I had gone topless. But as dangerous as the idea of it had been, the thought that the neighbors might have seen us was a little thrilling.

"They aren't nosy neighbors though," I added discounting any danger. "Besides, you told me you liked the idea of getting caught or seen," I grinned.

She sat back beside me on the steps. We began kissing and touching each other. I moved my hand down between her legs and she stopped me. "I'm still on my period."

She then stood up and moved to stand between my legs a few steps below. Surprising me, she leaned forward and hooked my shorts with her fingers and slid them down and off my legs. My panties followed soon after.

She kneeled down on a step and lowered her face to my pussy. I slid forward a little as she began licking me. That was followed soon by several fingers worming their way inside me.

"Sweet fucking Jesus," I moaned. I was so fucking turned on! I exclaimed, "Lick my hot little hole!"

She moved her mouth from my pussy for a moment. "Remember to cover your potty mouth," she reminded me while grinning. I clinched my teeth, embarrassed.

It didn't take very long for her to make me come. I almost squeezed her head off between my legs as I screamed into my hand.

I was surprised she hadn’t complained about Peter’s cum in my pussy. I had wiped between my legs when Peter and I had gotten dressed before Jennifer and her mom got here. But I figured some of it probably had leaked out with my juices when Jennifer had munched on my muff. And she had to know that Peter and I hadn’t just played kissy face.

I wondered if she was trying to be daring and not complain. She just had to know that she would occasionally get a taste of Peter’s cum when she licked my pussy.

Her tongue in my slit had felt awfully good though. And I was determined to do the same for her. She would have none of it though.

"Mel, remember - my period."

"You use tampons, right?"

"Yeah, but ... you know ..." she squeamishly replied. I decided not to push her anymore.

She moved to sit beside me on the steps. Moments later we were making out again while she fingered me. I came again, this time with her tongue in my mouth to keep me quiet.

After I settled down from my orgasm, we sat with our legs intertwined and kissed. After a few minutes, I figured we better go back inside. While no one was likely able to see us, we still were taking a pretty big chance.

"Let's go up to my room until your mom picks you up," I told her, taking her hand and leading the way. When we reached my room, we quickly got completely naked and crashed on my bed.

******

While lying together, I thought more about Jennifer’s mom. I was sure she would want to know if we had had sex. It felt so awkward keeping so much from Jennifer while she had opened up so much to me. I really needed to figure out just how to get her involved with the adults.

Remembering my earlier talk with Pam, I knew the most obvious answer was Mom.

Jennifer already knew Mom was bisexual. Mom had offered to help Jennifer talk to her parents about her being a lesbian. What if Mom seduced her as part of it?

It would be a seriously dangerous thing to do. What if Jennifer freaked out? But then, what if any of us girls had freaked out when we were seduced? What if I had? I seriously doubt I would have ratted out anyone. I probably would have been one fucked up chica knowing what was going on, knowing I had to keep what my family was doing a secret so I didn’t get sent off to live somewhere else. I figure I could have learned to ignore what my family was doing.

I really didn’t think Derek would be an issue. He was a horn dog like most boys who would love the chance to fuck a bunch of hot ladies. And Jennifer was a lot like me when it came to sex. She loved it! I was willing to bet Jennifer would react the same as I had done if an adult attempted to seduce her, especially someone like Mom who she felt something in common with.

I began to believe having Mom seduce her was a chance worth taking. Otherwise, someone like me would have to tell her about everything eventually. The more we hung out together, the more likely she would figure out that I was involved with some adult.

It was clear to me that the best way would be for Mom to seduce her. How to do that though?

Jennifer shook me out of my thoughts, "I can't believe Mrs. Thomas gave me a vibrator as a prize."

"She's definitely not your average preacher's wife!" I giggled.

"Your mom certainly isn't average either."

"Why do you say that?"

"She was so open with me last week about being bisexual ... and the way she is when it comes to accepting that you’re into girls as well as boys. I don't know if I will ever be able to tell my mother I'm a lesbian, at least not anytime soon."

"How would you feel about being with someone like my mother?"

"Mel, I know you said you’ve had sex with a grown woman, but what if you get caught? You know as well as I that it's not legal."

"But still, what if a sexy woman was interested in you?" I asked. "Would you consider having sex with her?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm just afraid how you'll end up thinking of me."

I sighed. Jennifer’s crush on me didn’t make things any easier. She was obviously making decisions based on how she thought I would react.

"Jennifer, I try not to judge people. That's one thing Mrs. Thomas has taught me."

"I like the way she thinks," she said, watching me closely. I then wondered if I should've mentioned Doris to her like that. Jennifer continued, "But you know, the more people know about me being a lesbian, the greater the danger of getting outed. I just can’t risk that. Plus ..." she paused.

"What?" I asked.

"I still want to be your girl."

I scrunched my lips.

"It's okay, Mel, I know you're in love with Peter. I can't help the way I’m feeling though." She looked away for a moment, "I wish I hadn't said that now ..."

"Why?"

"I don't want to scare you away."

"That's not going to happen. I'm your friend for life, understand?"

She nodded.

"Friends with benefits, too," I grinned.

She smiled.

"Mucho benefits. I love being with you. I want to be with you," I paused, "But, I also have sex with others ..."

"And a woman," she reminded me.

"Yeah, that's true. And with all of them it’s just sex. I think sex is to be enjoyed, like the things I did with your brother, but that doesn’t mean I have any feelings for Derek."

She looked a little forlorn as she thought about the night up in the fire tower.

"This is all still so new for me," she said in a small voice. "I’m trying to figure things out. It was so exciting to watch Kathy and Trish, and I know I would like to possibly get involved with them. So maybe sex with a woman could be fun."

"Would you want to try it?"

"I guess I would like to try it," she blushed. "How would it happen, though?"

"Will you trust me?" I asked her.

"I already do." We hugged and kissed. She then asked, "Would it be someone like ... say ... Mrs. Thomas?"

"Do you have the hots for her?" I teased.

"She is very attractive. Is she the ..." I stopped her by putting a hand on her mouth.

"You can't ask me like that. I won't lie to you, so you can't just start throwing out names like that."

"Can you blame me for trying?" she grinned.

"I probably would do the same," I giggled.

"So ... you're gonna make this happen?"

"Do you want it to?"

"Yeah, but I want you there when it does."

I thought for a moment, "I can do that."

Asking Mom now was going to be a potential problem. That was probably gonna be true for anyone though.

"Is it as much fun with a grownup as it is with someone like me or Sarah?"

"It’s different. She is so experienced," I confidently said. "Think what she could teach you."

"Someone who looks like Mrs. Thomas would be awesome," she gushed. "Not saying it is her or anything. But she is very beautiful."

I shook my head in amazement. She wasn't going to let up about Doris now.

"Yeah, she is that," I replied.

"I still can't believe everything that went on yesterday at her house!"

I curiously asked, "What did your mom say later about the vibrator?"

"She told me not to talk about it with anyone except the girls that were at the party. As if I was actually going to advertise I now have one!"

"You mean two," I giggled, with her joining me. "That's pretty cool of your mom. You know she knows you'll be using it to get off with."

"Yeah ... I'm really surprised she’s being so cool about what happened yesterday."

Jennifer was gonna be stunned when she learned just how cool her mom could be when it came to sex!

She blushingly added, "It works better than the one from the mall."

We both giggled.

"I was just so surprised with everything yesterday. Everyone’s moms seemed so cool with everything that was said."

"Your mother was one of them," I told her.

"That was the biggest surprise of all!"

"I really think your mom will be more than okay with you being a lesbian. Both your parents will. They are so open-minded about other things ... like being a nudist."

"You may be right. I'm just so afraid that it’ll change the way they look at me and stuff ..."

I knew I wasn't going to convince her on my own. I decided to reveal a little more about my own mom instead.

"You're not the only one with a toy," I said with a big smile.

"Seriously?" she surprisingly asked. "Can I see it?"

I went over to my dresser and pulled out my strap-on.

"Oh, my Gawd, Mel! Where did you get that?!"

"Mom bought it for me."

"Seriously?!"

I smiled and nodded.

"Your mom is so awesome! I wish mine was more like her."

I was so tempted to tell her that she didn't need to wish for anything.

"Want to try it on?" I asked, waving the strap-on at her. She grinned big-time as she grabbed it from me.

After putting it on, she stood in front of the closet mirror admiring how she looked.

I wrapped my arms around her, "Nice."

She turned around to face me, "Can I use it on you?"

I quickly smiled and nodded.

I started to pull her to the bed when she stopped me.

"Wait, will the mirror come off the closet door?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can we move it ... so we can watch each other?"

Sounded like a perfectly good idea to me! So, I took it down and set it against the dresser so we could watch each other from the bed.

We climbed on the bed together. "You face toward the mirror while I do you from behind."

I did as she said, grabbing a pillow to put beneath me to raise my hips. Jennifer took it from there.

"Put your ass up in the air a little more, arch your back ..."

I did as told.

"Yeah, just like that," she said, sliding the dildo into me.

Jennifer then put her hands on top of my butt and started fucking me with quick thrusts.

"Feel good in your pussy?"

"Gawd, yesss!" I mewled.

Moving her hands to my sides, she began to seriously plow into my squishy wet hole. I looked into the mirror and saw her staring intently into it as well. It was the horniest I had ever seen her.

Jennifer suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, her hips still rocking into my butt, moving the fake cock in and out of me. At one point she even reached around and grabbed my chin. The whole time she continued staring at the mirror at our reflection. She was seriously getting into what she was doing to me.

"Like that, girlie? Like having me fucking you?"

"Fuck yes!" I grunted.

"Want me to keep fucking you?"

"Please don't stop!" I panted.

"Did you ever think you’d have a lesbian fucking your sweet sexy pussy?"

"No ... Oh fuck, that feels so good!"

I couldn't believe a strap-on could feel that wonderful!

"You see, Mel, I can fuck you just as good as a boy can. Maybe better."

She pushed me forward so I was flat on the bed. She moved over me, still driving her hips hard into my ass. She was definitely into pulling my hair too. She was seriously getting off on being aggressive ... and I was getting off on it just as much as her!

"Ohhhh fucckkk!" I screamed as I came. She quickly pushed my face into the mattress to keep the noise down.

"That's it, lover! Come for me!"

When I was able to focus again, I felt Jennifer lying on top of me. She was brushing my hair beside my face with her fingers.

She whispered, "I love you, Melissa. I know you love someone else, but I'm still in love you."

I turned on my side and she lay down facing me. I started to say something, but couldn't figure out what.

I finally said, "It's not that I don't love you. I do love you. It's just that ... I'm in love ..."

Jennifer put a finger to my lips, "It's okay."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"If you pushed me away, that would hurt. But you haven't."

"But still ... you know how I feel about Peter ..."

"Shhh ... I'll take what I can get, like today. You're my best friend. I just want to spend time with you is all. And it doesn't have to be just for sex."

I smiled, "It can be for sex though."

"Thank Gawd!" she exclaimed, causing us both to giggle. "Thank you for being so fucking cool, Mel."

I hugged her to me. I really didn't know where things would end up for Jennifer, but I was determined to be someone she could always count on.

We were cuddling and talking when the doorbell rang. We both knew it was her mother.

******

Just in case it wasn’t I quickly slipped on my panties and tossed on a top and shorts. I didn’t bother with a bra. I raced downstairs and to the front door.

"Hi, Mrs. Preston. Come in, please."

"Thank you, Melissa."

She walked past me and I closed the door behind her.

"I only have a few moments. Is Jennifer ready?"

"She should be down in a minute."

Janet leaned closer to me, "Did you two have fun?"

I knew she wasn't asking about practice. I nodded and smiled.

She glanced toward the stairs and then surprised me with a kiss that included a lot of tongue. Pulling back, she licked her lips.

"Hmm, I like that," she said leaning in again, kissing me even more passionately until we heard Jennifer at the top of the stairs.

"Is that you, Mom?" she called out.

"Yes, sweetie."

"I'll be down in a minute!" she shouted.

She whispered, "Carl and I want to move ahead with bringing Jennifer and Derek in on things. We're still trying to figure out how to go about it though."

I looked toward the stairs and then back to her.

"She first needs to know that her parents are okay with her being a lesbian," I whispered back. "I don't know how other than the two of you just telling her," I said, shrugging.

"You're right. That's actually the easier part of all of this."

"Actually, I think she wants you to know. She’s just so scared about what you and your husband will think of her."

"She’s said that?"

"She’s said a couple of times that she’d wish you would talk to her like my mom did."

Janet seemed deep in thought for a second. "I suppose I can do that over the next few days. She's gonna be curious how I know, though."

"Just tell her you've noticed her attraction to girls, and let her know you and your husband are more than fine with it. She will be glad she can stop hiding it from the two of you."

"But that’s just the issue of her being a lesbian," she stated. "Then there is Derek's reaction to consider."

"The only thing I can suggest is to have a good talk alone with him. I'm sure he'll stick up for his sister, like Jamie has."

"You're probably right," she said. "Really, though, the bigger issue is how she will react to us wanting to have sex with you kids. And if she would like to be with adults herself."

"Yeah, but it would be a first step."

"Melissa, we absolutely have to know at least how she might react before we take a chance like that. Once we tell her that we want to become involved in things ... including teens like you and Jamie ... then we can't take it back. However she reacts is what Carl and I will have to live with. If we're lucky, she won't go to the police or social services."

"Unless ..." I began and paused.

"I'm listening," she anxiously stated.

"Like I told you last week ... What if she were seduced by my mom, like I was by Colleen?"

"She might react badly ..."

"I don't think she would. Mom has already told her that she is bisexual. And Jennifer already knows I've had sex with a woman."

"You told her that?!" she quietly asked, wide-eyed.

"Well ... the situation at the time made it easier to bring it up."

"You'll have to tell me about that!" she said, amazed at my revelation.

I wasn't so sure I would, though. What Jennifer and I did at the mall that day was something I thought shouldn't just be blabbed around. Plus, her parents didn't need to know everything about her! ‘A girl has to have some secrets,’ Doris had said.

She stared at me for several moments, and then said, "If we do what you're suggesting, your mother would be taking a huge risk."

She was right, but it had been just as big a risk with me. Or had it been? Sure I had slut in my genes, but it didn't mean I was going to be fine with a grownup wanting to have sex with me. But the risk hadn't been nearly as big with me because of the way Mom and Colleen had done things.

Sarah and I were very close friends. I really liked Sarah's mom, but even if I hadn't, I wasn't very likely going to turn my best friend's mother in to the cops.

While Sarah had already been seduced by the Walcotts, Mom probably could have done it just as easily. She had done a good job with Peter, too. Mom could probably seduce Jennifer, or at least go far enough to see if Jennifer would be interested.

The difference with Jennifer, though, is Sarah and Mom had a long history. But Jennifer seemed comfortable enough talking to Mom the morning after she had spent the night with me. Jennifer already knew Mom is bisexual like me. If I could find a way to get the two of them alone together, it might work out.

"I don’t think so. Jennifer has a big crush on me," I said. "I could make it happen that my mom seduces her. And I don’t think she would want to hurt Mom or me. She is thinking Mom is cool because she has talked to Jennifer about her being a lesbian so nicely and easily. I think it’s worth taking the chance."

"Maybe you’re right. I’ll talk to Carl and your mom."

Just then Jennifer bounded down the stairs. After agreeing she would come over the next afternoon to practice more, she hugged me and left with her mom.

******

I had just closed the front door and plunked down on the couch when the phone rang. "Livingston residence."

"Hi, baby girl."

"Hi, Daddy."

"Enjoying your day?" I could almost picture him grinning as he asked that. I blushed a little.

"Yes, sir. I'm alone right now. Jennifer left a short time ago after practicing cheers."

"Did you actually practice any cheers?" he teased me.

"Daddy!" I yelled into the phone.

"I'm just teasing, honey ... but did you practice any?"

"A little," I huffed into the phone and then giggled.

"Melissa," he was suddenly serious, "I've got to go out-of-town tomorrow on business."

"Where are you going?"

"Atlanta."

"When will you be back?"

"Wednesday."

I sighed. There went my time with Daddy!

"I suppose I'll be staying with the Clarks."

"If you want to ... or ..."

"Can I stay with Peter?" I quickly asked, hoping that would be one of my options.

"Well, yes, you can. I was hoping you would want to come with me though."

I held the phone in front of me for a moment, "Seriously?!" I practically yelled at it before putting it back to my ear.

"Yes, seriously. Do you want to take a trip with your old man?"

"Hells yeah! Uh ... I mean ... just yeah. Sorry about that."

He laughed, "It's okay, sweetie. But listen, you need to go ahead and start packing. Don't go crazy though. It's just for one night."

"What will I be doing while you're working?"

"I'm taking my daughter to work with me," he plainly stated.

"Oh ..." I just as plainly replied.

While I loved the idea of spending time with Daddy, hanging out with him at work all day, especially two of them, didn't sound like the most exciting of ways to do it.

"Relax, sweetie. I'll make sure you have a good time while I'm tied up in meetings."

"Cool," I replied, wondering just how that was going to happen.

Oh well, at least the two of us would be together ... on a trip! I grinned as I thought about spending the night alone with Daddy in a big city away from home.

Daddy added, "Also, honey, I was hoping to be home by five today, but my boss has called a meeting. So, I’ll be running late. I don’t think I’ll make it home before seven."

"Okay." I wasn’t too disappointed. I would have a few more hours to myself. I could read more of Mom’s diary or do some webcamming. If I got bored, I could always do some snooping!

Daddy continued, "I earlier asked Bob Clark to come over to the house at five. I need to talk to him about some business matters. Now I can’t reach him. So when he comes by, will you please explain and ask him to wait with you for me?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"And please be a perfect hostess for him, okay?"

"Oookaay ..." I drew that out a little, wondering if he really meant what I began thinking.

I remembered when I had visited Bob earlier in the summer when Colleen hadn’t been home. He called her, and she had asked him to be a perfect host for me. He had been. At least I considered him fucking me as being the perfect host. I wondered if Daddy was expecting that to happen.

"Got to go, Melissa, see you around seven. I love you, sweetie. Bye for now."

I sat down on the couch and smiled. I was actually going away with Daddy for a few days! There was so much to think about. What would I be doing during the day? Did he really want me tagging along while doing business? Where would we stay? I wondered if we would stay at the same place he had taken Sarah to.

I had so much to think about and do!

The first thing though was to call Peter and let him know I wouldn't be home until sometime Wednesday. I hated losing the chance to spend more time with him alone in the house, but there was no way I was passing up the chance to go with Daddy.

Peter sounded pretty disappointed, but he understood and I promised to make it up to him.

I then called Anna and asked her if she could practice with Jennifer over the next two days. She didn't mind at all. She actually sounded excited about it. Since Jennifer had figured out Anna was bi, I wondered what might happen between them.

Next I called Jennifer and explained things. She definitely sounded disappointed that the two of us wouldn't have time together until Thursday at the earliest. But she didn't seem to mind practicing with Anna.

I ran up to my room and began pulling out some clothes to take. I wasn't quite sure what all to bring along to wear. If I was gonna be around some of Daddy's business associates and customers, I wanted to at least look presentable. I took out what I thought was my nicest outfit and set it aside.

I also took out some of my sexiest panties, bras, and nighties. I held a few of them up against me and checked myself out in the mirror I had put back on my closet door. And I was definitely packing the outfit that Mom had bought for me to wear on the way to my grandparents.

Now I was glad I had done the laundry already!

I suddenly felt a little awkward. I was actually picking out things to wear to turn my own father on. Sure we had been doing sexual things lately, but those things were more spur of the moment happenings. Now I was basically thinking ahead and preparing to seduce him.

It was an exciting feeling, but it scared me as well. I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to make love with Daddy. No restrictions. I had promises to keep though, the biggest belonging to my mother.

I knew I could only push things so far. I had no doubt that if I set out to fuck Daddy, I could get him to give in to me. I couldn't let that happen, no matter how much I wanted it. But with no one around in the heat of the moment to remind me of my promise, would I let things get out of control?

The phone rang again.

"Livingston residence."

"Hello, Miss Livingston."

"Hi, Mom."

"Everything going okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. Peter came over for a while. Pam came with him for part of the time. I practiced with Jennifer this afternoon. And the laundry is almost done, the last load is in the washer."

"Thanks, sweetie. You talked with your father about the trip to Atlanta?"

"Yes, ma'am. And Mom, I won't let you down."

"You're reading MY mind now," she chuckled.

"I think it's genetic," I giggled.

"You're probably right. Well, anyway, I want you and your father to have a good time. The two of you need some time alone. And it's okay to enjoy yourselves while you're alone."

"I swear I'll keep my promise," I solemnly stated.

"I know you will. Just remember, sweetie, you need to keep control of things, because your father will let you wrap him around your finger."

"I know. I won't do anything with him if you don't want ..."

"I didn't say that. Just remember your promise. That's all I'm asking."

"I’ll be good, Mom."

"I'm counting on you. And Mel?"

"Yeah?"

"Please watch your potty mouth. You really have to be on your best behavior when around your father’s colleagues and business partners."

I sighed. "I will, Mom, I promise."

We talked a little longer, mostly about what I should wear when I knew I would be around Daddy's business associates. She also reminded me to make sure everything at home was put away in its proper place.

I also thanked her for leaving the new album for me to find. She said she had more to share with me when the time was right.

(continued in chapter 57)