Chapter Seventeen

We must've played for hours. I'd completely lost track of time. At some point though, the adults seemed ready to move into their tents. The sexual tension had been growing all evening among all of us. The tents would provide the adults cover to relieve that tension.

Looking at the boys, they were in desperate need of relief too. To be honest, I was ready for anything. I was sure Pam, Penny, Kari and Julie were as well.

The adults made their way into their separate tents with their own spouse. I was a little surprised at that, but maybe they still didn't want to give any impression that they were going to swap or have an orgy in front of us kids. I wondered why they even bothered though. It wasn't like we all didn't know what was going to happen the rest of the night. Their need to put up some kind of facade seemed silly.

As for us, we all piled into one tent. A few of the adults watched us all going into the same tent together, but they didn't object. The boys all had hardons. They weren't even trying to hide them. The adults seemed to not care at all that they were joining us girls.

It was after we were inside that I realized the windows on the tents were wide open. With the darkness outside, it wouldn't be hard for someone to watch us without being noticed. I suspected a few of the adults wouldn't be in their tents for very long. Spying on us seemed to be at least one of their favorite pastimes.

The tent was pretty large. It was roomy enough for all eight of us to sit around in. We were able to stretch out somewhat comfortably.

"So, what game do we want to play? Kari suggestively asked.

Peter anxiously interrupted her, "Wait a minute, guys." He started climbing over us to get out of the tent, "I'll be right back. Don't start anything yet."

Mike asked him, "Are you going to take a piss with a hardon? That'll take more than a minute."

I had wondered when someone would start teasing him about constantly having an erection.

We all laughed. He said, "Fucking funny. Just don't start anything till I get back."

After maybe a minute or so, he came back into the tent, showing off an eighteen pack of bottled beer and some joints along with a lighter.

Penny said, "I have the coolest brother ever! The beer is even cold too!"

"He's not so bad, I suppose," Pam joined in, patting his butt before he sat down next to her.

We passed around the beer and joints. I'd never had either before. Julie and I were doing our best not to cough and gasp when we took a drag from a joint. We were hardly convincing though. Everyone laughed at us too. Pam didn't seem to have a problem with it. I needed to talk more with that chica. The others had either done this a lot, or were able to cover up their own inexperience pretty good.

We talked about what had happened in some of the piles of bodies during the game. More had obviously gone on than I'd seen. Quite often a cock had ended up in a girl or one of the moms’ faces.

I mentioned seeing someone lick a cock, and immediately felt Penny pinching my arm hard. I shut my mouth quickly. I definitely didn't want her pissed off at me the rest of the night.

When a few bottles of beer were empty, Mike took one of them and spun it in front of us. It pointed at me.

"I get to do what I want with you," he told me.

I cut my eyes around at everyone as they looked at me.

He added, "You've never played 'spin the bottle'?"

I hadn't, but I didn't want anyone to know.

"Who says you get to go first ... or make the rules."

"Okay, what are the rules then?" he asked, looking around at the others.

Kari jumped in, "I'll spin to see who goes first. Then that person spins and gets to kiss any part of the person's body it points at."

Jamie excitedly said, "Girls making out. Too cool."

Peter added, "What if its two guys? I'm not kissing Mike or Jamie anywhere."

"Then you have to forfeit if you want to watch us girls kissing each other," Julie added.

"You tell 'em, Julie," Penny said.

Mike wanted to concede a stipulation, "How about it’s always a girl spinning first?"

I said, "No way you get out of it that easy. I want to see some boy on boy action."

Kari exclaimed, "Hells yeah, Mel!" Penny said, "I'm bringing Julie and Melissa with me to every party from now on."

Julie and I looked proudly at each other. Other than Pam, we were the youngest of the girls. It felt great getting approval from the older girls.

Julie looked especially proud to be getting approval from her big sister. It had always been hard for me to figure those two out. They never seemed to fight or argue. Maybe they shared their own secrets? There certainly were plenty to go around!

Jamie just muttered, "There's going to be a lot of forfeits in this game."

I looked at my brother, "Chicken shit."

He knew I was still mad at him.

Kari spun the bottle and Mike got to start the game. He intentionally spun it less than a full turn so that it would point at a girl.

Pam said, "No way, babe. It needs to spin completely around at least once."

Mike spun it again and it ended up pointing at me. He came over and made a production out of getting on top of me, kissing me passionately, and feeling me up in the process. I thought Pam would get upset, but she was cool about it. Mike's cock had gone down while we had debated how to play the game, but it was rock hard while he was making out with me. It was still that way when he sat back down next to Pam too.

"Now that's how you take a turn," Pam exclaimed, grabbing and squeezing his dick for a moment.

I spun the bottle with it pointing at Peter. Oh well. Peter had been humping my leg all day. I figured I'd reward his persistence. I got on top of him much the same way Mike had with me.

We kissed deeply, while my hand played with his cock and balls. He pushed my hand away after a few moments though. I suspected he was about to squirt all over the place.

We played the game like this for a while until most combinations had occurred. The guys didn't have to forfeit their turns very often. None of us girls forfeited a chance to make out with each other. It sucked that the guys were so hung up about doing stuff with each other.

Penny then said, "Let’s do 'seven minutes in heaven'. Whoever the two people are from now on will go to the other tent and do whatever they want together for seven minutes while the rest wait here."

I'd heard of that game. It sounded like fun, but if the adults had been watching us like I suspected, they'd have to really hide to avoid being caught with us going back and forth between the two tents.

Kari added, "Seven minutes is a long time with just two people. Let’s make it three at a time instead."

Penny agreed, "That’s even better."

Mike again complained, "What if it's us three guys?"

I replied, "Then you guys get to suck each other or do a circle jerk or whatever ... or just sit and stare at each other for seven minutes while wondering what we're doing back over here."

"Mel is my favorite person in the world tonight," Kari said, winking at me. I was hoping she and I would end up together as part of a threesome before the game was over. I wasn't sure how long this would go on before we all just forgot about playing a game and started making out though.

Penny added the stipulation, "No one can leave this tent during the seven minutes except, of course, the three going to the other tent. That way the guys won't have to forfeit thinking we chicks are spying on them!"

"Ha ha" the guys said in unison.

Luckily for me, it was Kari who was part of my first seven minutes in heaven. Unluckily for me, it was Jamie who was the third person. This wasn't going to be fun for me.

As we entered the other tent together, I'd already decided I would limit what Jamie and I did. Kari would have none of that though.

"Okay, I want to see some brother-sister action."

Jamie and I looked at each other. He probably thought I might punch his balls if he got close enough to me.

"It's cool, guys. Mike and I have been doing stuff together for years."

She obviously didn't understand the likely reason for his hesitation.

Jamie and I just stared at each other before Kari pulled me down onto my back.

"Fuck her, Jamie ... while I kiss her some."

Jamie moved below me and lifted my legs, spreading them open while scooting up between them. I was soaking wet as he pushed into me. Mad or not, he felt so damn good inside me. Kari had been kissing me deeply when her attention switched to watching my brother pump his dick in and out of me.

"That is so fucking hot," she moved so her head was close to where we were joined. She looked back at me and said, "I don't get a view like this when Mike is fucking me."

Her admission about fucking her brother allowed me to really loosen up and enjoy what was happening. Kari moved so she was straddling my face while facing Jamie, her pussy pressing against my mouth. I licked and sucked her clit as she slowly rutted against my mouth. I wanted to make this older girl cum like crazy. I felt proud when it took only a few minutes for that to happen too.

When she moved off me, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. She licked my lips as she broke the kiss,

"Where have you been all my life," she complimented me.

"You have one minute," came a cry from the other tent.

Jamie came inside me moments later. Kari reached between my legs to play with my clit while Jamie's cock emptied inside my cunt.

"Times up!"

Kari looked back at me and complained, "Fucking hell. I didn't get a chance to lick you clean."

"I don't think there are any rules to stop us in the other tent," I replied, smiling at her.

"You are one perverted, girl. I love it!" she said, smiling at me.

We repeated the game until everyone had a chance to be part of a threesome. After a few turns, I got to go back over with Julie and Mike. I wasn't really certain how Pam was going to feel about me fucking her boyfriend, but she didn't seem to act upset after she knew I would be part of the threesome.

Mike fucking Julie was no big deal since she was his sister, but I was potential competition. Pam wanted to be cool in front of the others though. Still, I suspected it bothered her. I knew we'd talk about it eventually too. I'd make it up to her.

Speaking of boyfriends, I was certain Sarah wouldn't like Jamie fucking all of us without her even knowing about it. But then, she was probably having her own fun at that very moment. Hopefully she wasn't having fun if she really was at her grandparents. That would be just too weird.

When the three of us got into the tent, Mike and Julie seemed a little shy together at first. I guess incest wasn't second nature for them when around others either. I wondered just how long they'd been having sex together. Given her age, I couldn't imagine they had been fucking for very long.

I took the initiative just like Kari had done with me and Jamie.

"I want to see some brother-sister action."

It felt good to be in a position of strength for once. They looked a little lost as to what to do though.

"Julie, lick your brother's cock."

Mike replied, "Who put you in charge?"

"Let’s take a vote. Who wants me to be in charge instead of Mike?"

Julie and I grinned at each other as we both raised our hands.

"I surrender!" Mike said with feigned exasperation.

I looked at Julie, "Smart brother you have there. Smarter than mine."

"He's pretty cool ... for a dopey big brother."

I was glad someone had a cool big brother.

"Let’s show him that surrendering does have its advantages, shall we?"

We both moved over to him. I took his hard cock in my hand and waved it at his sister. She took the cue and leaned down to begin sucking it.

There was a certain novelty about watching a sister sucking off her older brother. I started fingering myself while watching. They had done this more than once, or Julie had gotten a lot of practice on someone else’s dick. Pastor Thomas came to mind immediately.

Watching was fun, but I quickly decided to help Julie out. We took turns sucking him while the other licked on the exposed shaft, occasionally licking his balls as well.

"3 minutes left!"

"Shit," I said, looking at Julie. "Not enough time for both of us to fuck him."

"You go ahead. We've already done it a few times at home," she said a little timidly.

They'd obviously fucked before, but I got the impression she was still rather new to this 'fucking your brother' thing, just like I was.

Mike quickly got me onto my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind. I went down on Julie while he did.

I'm sure she didn't get a lot out of it because of the way Mike was pounding into me. It was hard to even keep my mouth between her legs, much less over her clit. I'd have to arrange a makeup date for her sometime soon. Maybe we could get to be better friends too.

"Times up, you guys!"

Mike wasn't close. He'd already cum a few times. He'd fucked me pretty good though. At least I wouldn't be dripping any more than I already was.

Walking out of the tent, I saw the entrance to one of the adults’ tents moving. I'd wondered if any of them had been spying on us. I was sure they still had a camera handy. Then it dawned on me that they were getting notices of when we would leave the tent when we were told how much time was left. It was Penny's idea that no one should leave the other tent during the seven minutes. In fact, she had mentioned it twice. How convenient.

Most everyone got together at some point during the game with each other. Peter didn't get to fuck me in heaven though. He still hadn't fucked me. I wasn't that upset about it. I'd fuck Jamie or Mike over him every time.

******

After playing for a while, we were all starting to lose interest in the game. We finally just stopped playing, and just talked while we finished up the beer we had left. The weed was long gone. The guys were about fucked out for the time being anyways.

Peter was still staring at me a lot, but he seemed to be worn out for the time being. The beer I'd had along with the weed had given me a good buzz. His chances with me were probably better than ever.

I snuck out of the tent at one point, wondering if I could spy on the adults any. I was mainly curious to find out who was sleeping with whom. I was sorta hoping I might run into Mrs. Thomas outside alone too.

If the adults had been spying on us, they'd apparently already called it a night. Looking into the windows of the tents, it was hard to tell who was with whom because it was so dark. When I discovered one of their three tents empty, I knew for certain there was some hanky panky going on. I'd have loved to watch them having sex together, but they were already asleep.

I went back to our tent and crashed close to Kari so I could listen to her and Penny talk. I was pretty tired though and quickly went to sleep.

Sometime later, I woke up from Peter moving on top of me. His cock was hard against my leg. I thought 'what the hell' and moved so he could more easily get between my legs. He was nervous though.

He leaned down and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I didn't want that from him. I wasn't interested in making out with him like that. I told him to fuck me. He had other ideas though.

He began kissing and sucking on my neck and ear. It felt good, but I seriously only wanted him to fuck me and get it over with. He slowly moved his mouth lower to lick and suck on my breasts.

He spent a lot of time teasing my nipples with his tongue before taking each into his mouth and sucking them nicely. He pulled on them enough to make it feel really good. I was beginning to like this, but it was Peter doing it. I didn't want Peter doing this to me. He was a dork.

Peter licked and nibbled slowly down my body until he was lying between my legs. He spread my legs open, and began doing the same along my inner thighs. He wasn't bad at this. Why the fuck did it have to be Peter though? My pussy was throbbing for Peter Rayner. Could this night get any weirder?

His mouth and tongue on my clit had me writhing. When I started to cum, I grabbed his head and held him to me tightly, but then had to push him away because it got too intense. He slipped two fingers inside me though and fucked me through my orgasm. God damn him for making me feel so good!

He moved on top of me and slid his cock in me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he began pounding hard into me. My pussy was strangling his cock, but he kept right on fucking me without slowing down.

I figured he'd cum fast, but he kept steadily plowing my pussy. He was trying to get me off again before he came. This was going to continue forever if I didn't do something.

I told him to let me get up so he could fuck me from behind. I wanted him to slam me full with his dick, figuring I'd cum quicker that way. He didn't disappoint me either. Taking my hips with each hand, he pulled me to him each time he thrust deep inside me. I grabbed a pillow to cover my mouth with. I was beginning to moan too loudly.

When my orgasm started, he finally let himself cum as well. He was trying not to make too much noise, but he was still grunting rather loudly as his cock throbbed inside me. He finally pulled out and slumped back, but he then started gently rubbing my ass and lower back.

He wasn't treating me like just another fuck. I wished that he would though. I didn't want to encourage him into thinking he was scoring points with me. I finally lay down on my back. He then plopped down beside me.

I didn't know how I felt about things. Peter had done more than fuck me. Considering how wasted we all were, he'd been very attentive to me. He could've just gotten his rocks off and rolled over, but he didn't.

Peter scooted over closer to snuggle up against me, laying his arm across me, letting his hand rest on my breast. He wasn't my choice to cuddle with, but I was too tired to complain. In a way, I felt like he'd earned it.

As I was drifting to sleep, I thought more about how slutty I'd been. All three of the boys had scored with me, including my brother. Two of their dads had fucked me as well. I was a notch now for all of them. So much for 'just camping out'. So much for not wanting to be a slut. If I slowed down anymore, I'd break the sound barrier. At least one of them wanted to cuddle.

I was sure he had a crush on me. I had a crush on someone else though, but she was in another tent. If I knew which one she was in, I'd sneak in and join her.

Then I remembered Jamie's cuddle buddy wasn't here. Any chance of finding out who she was cuddling with was lost. I was naked. My clothes were somewhere upstairs. I couldn't ride my bike home like this, even though no one would likely see me in the middle of the night. Even if I got home without the cops or a rapist catching me, the lights would likely be off anyways.

With Peter using me as his teddy bear, it wasn't going to happen.

******

I woke up the next morning while everything was still quiet, and needed to pee badly. It must've been pretty early because it was still rather dark outside. I had to peel Peter off me, but he stayed sound asleep. Everyone else was as well. I would be too if I'd been blessed with a bigger bladder.

I carefully stepped around everyone and got to the opening of the tent. I peeked outside at the adults’ tents and they all still seemed to be asleep as well. I darted across the lawn to the backdoor and went inside to the downstairs bathroom and took care of business.

As I was washing my hands, I stared at myself again in the mirror. My hair was messed up. I still needed some sleep too, but I thought I'd otherwise survived the night.

I stared at myself for a bit. Mr. Walcott was right; I was attractive. I decided I might be acting like a slut, but I didn't look like one. I could compete for most any guy I wanted without being known as a girl that would put out. I needed to set some boundaries for myself. The previous night did little to accomplish that though.

I held my hand to my mouth to smell my breath and almost gagged. I didn't look like a slut, but I knew I would taste like one if anyone kissed me. I found some toothpaste and used my finger to brush my teeth. I then looked down at my pussy. Uggh.

I looked at the shower. Moments later, I was under a hot spray of water. I could've stood there for hours.

Then there was a knock at the door before it opened.

"Mind if we join you?"

It was Mrs. Thomas. Her husband was right behind her too. What were they doing up so early? I figured they would be passed out like everyone else.

The shower door opened, "We need to get cleaned up and get home. It's Sunday after all."

I'd not even thought about what day it was. Days tended to blur for me as it got later into the summer.

"What time is it?"

"It's about 5:30. We need to get home soon to get ready to be at the church by 8:00."

It's only 5:30? Christ! I never wakeup that early!

"I can get out ..."

"No need," Mrs. Thomas said. "We'll fit. We can wash each other."

I stood near the back of the shower while they got under the shower head together. Mrs. Thomas began soaping up her husband's chest,

"There's another bar of soap, sweetie. Help me get him clean before we run out of hot water."

She reached for the soap, and then handed it to me.

"I'll take the high road, you take the low one," she said.

I started at his calves and feet and worked my way up to just below his crotch.

"Don't stop now. From the looks of things, you're doing a good job."

I wasn't sure if she was referring to his clean legs or his rock hard cock.

I started soaping up his dick when her hand joined mine, "Nothing like a morning hardon, Melissa."

I smiled in agreement, although I'd had very limited experience with that.

Mrs. Thomas used her soapy hand to wash her husband's ass, making a bit of a show out of rubbing between his cheeks, focusing on his asshole much of the time. I thought she might have stuck a finger inside him the way he reacted.

The water began to cool down though, and we all got out of the shower stall quickly before the hot water completely ran out. Mrs. Thomas grabbed us each a large towel from the cabinet. She looked really sexy standing their wet.

Mrs. Thomas stepped behind her husband and began drying his back. She told me to dry him from the front. His cock was sticking out just as hard as before.

When he was mostly dry, Pastor Thomas and I dried off his wife together. He made a show out of feeling her up in front of me, massaging her breasts and her pussy, rutting against her butt from behind, letting his cock slide between her legs up against her pussy. Somebody was going to get fucked before we left that bathroom.

They finally turned their attention to me. I glanced into the mirror. With my less developed body and wet hair, I looked like a wet rat compared to Mrs. Thomas. They dried me quickly, with Mrs. Thomas focusing on drying my hair. I figured she knew her husband would want the opportunity to touch me all over, which he did. It felt exciting too.

"Doesn't she have the cutest little body?" she asked her husband.

"She's perfect. God couldn't make a sexier girl than this."

Me? Sexy? His wife was the poster girl for sexy.

He was touching the inside of my thighs, close to my mound. Mrs. Thomas said to me, "Sit up here on the counter."

I jumped up on the edge and scooted back. I didn't hesitate lifting my legs so my feet were on the counter too, with my legs wide open for the both of them.

Mrs. Thomas didn't hesitate either, "I wanted to do this yesterday. I'm not letting this opportunity go by."

She squatted down and began kissing my inner thighs, working her way toward my very horny pussy. I was going to let them do anything they wanted to me.

Her mouth was finally were I wanted it. Her tongue probed inside me a bit before she slid it up to my clit. She sucked and nibbled at it gently, pulling on it with her lips. I was close to cumming already.

"She is so pretty. Isn't she, Bradley?"

He was speechless, almost like he was in a trance. He was probably afraid to say anything in front of me. Penny had told Pam about his potty mouth when she said she'd caught him fucking their mom. He was stroking his cock though while watching us.

"Her pussy is just precious. Look at how her lips open up so nicely."

His eyes were already fucking me, if that's possible. Two of her fingers certainly were.

"I think she wants your big cock inside her, babe."

I think he already knew that, but she was encouraging him just the same.

"It's the holiest of holies, dear. And it's so wet."

I loved this game of theirs!

She looked at me, "Do you want my husband to fuck your little pussy?"

I nodded, staring at his throbbing hard shaft. The head of it was so damn sexy looking. It was going to feel great inside of me.

"He's going to be preaching in just a few hours."

She saw me looking at her funny.

"He'll be standing in front of a congregation ... all of them sinners ... imploring them to resist temptations."

Holy shit!

"He'll preach to them about raising their children right ... to do good deeds ... to do unto others ..."

Jesus Christ! This woman was kinky as fuck!

She took his cock in her hand and guided him between my legs.

"He's going to do that later, Melissa. But first, his wife is going to aim his hard cock at your sweet little hole ..."

She placed the head of it right against my opening.

"... and let him do unto you."

I moaned as his dick speared deep inside me. This was way beyond kinky. I wondered if she said this to all the girls. This was obviously a something they'd done before. I didn't mind playing along though. His cock filled and stretched me so good.

She stood so that her mouth was close to his ear.

"Fuck her good, honey. I want you to come inside her. You don't want to spill any of your seed. That would be a sin."

I seriously couldn't believe this! This woman who seemed so demure and formal ... the epitome of what most would think of when it comes to a pastor's wife ... was being so freakin' nasty like this. With me!

My moans were more like breathless whimpers.

"That's it, honey. Fuck sweet Melissa. Fuck her little quim."

Quim? That's a new one. I almost giggled, but quickly decided I liked the sound of it.

He fucked me with long hard strokes. His arms were cradling my legs, spreading them so that he could get as deep as possible inside me, his balls slapping against me. I leaned back against the mirror as he thrust repeatedly inside me. Looking down, I could see the lips of my pussy dragging along his wet veiny shaft.

"God, that looks so hot, Melissa. You're making him feel so good too with that tight little cunt."

She looked up in her husband's face, "Is she squeezing you tight, babe?"

"God yes," he said, finding it hard to talk as he fucked into me faster. I felt like I was riding on a very bumpy road or something. He felt incredible inside me though. He was so damn hard, and it filled me so good.

She leaned against the counter next to me so she could kiss me, her tongue played with mine as she looked down at where her husband was joined with my body. The ridge of his cockhead was scrapping inside me so damn good. The edges of it was appearing at times as he would almost withdraw completely, before slamming back inside.

Mrs. Thomas began pinching and pulling on one of my hard crinkled nipples.

"Do you like my husband's cock?"

"God yes!"

"He loves your little wet cunt. He loves fucking you ... and other girls like you."

What?

"He fucks Julie too. I know you figured that out though."

"Yeah," I said, my voice unsteady from the pounding I was getting.

I asked, while rocking against Pastor Thomas, "Aren't you afraid her parents will find out?"

"They know, sweetie," he replied.

"They're okay with that?!" I asked, incredulously.

"Sure, hon. They like watching ... just like I'm doing"

Her husband was grunting louder now with each thrust.

"You just watch him fucking other girls?" I asked her.

"What do you think?" she asked, taking my nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she sucked.

I looked down at the two of them using me. "This is too wild," I said somewhat breathlessly to no one in particular.

Her eyes looked up to me. Her mouth opened to form a playful smile. With my nipple still touching her bottom lip, her grin was incredibly sinful.

"Never thought your pastor would be fucking you ... and his wife would be kissing and touching you at the same time, did you?" she asked.

Her tongue flicked across my nipple again without taking her eyes from mine. The only things coming out of my mouth were whimpers.

"We're no different than anyone else, baby. Maybe kinkier, but there's nothing wrong with that."

"There's not?" I asked, looking at her incredulously. They were supposed to be against this kind of thing!

"No one is being hurt or deceived. Are you feeling either, Melissa."

"What?"

"Hurt or deceived."

"I feel full is all."

They both laughed a little, with his being ragged as he continued to focus on fucking my pussy with his cock. God it felt so fucking big inside me! She knew just what I was feeling too.

"He does a good job of that, doesn't he?"

"Uh huh," I breathlessly replied. He was slamming more forcefully into me now. He definitely doesn't spare the rod! Fuck, it felt so good!

He was getting closer to his orgasm. I was already having one. I'm sure my squeezing him even tighter was what set him off.

He exclaimed, almost shouting, "Sweet Jesus!" He drew out the each syllable over a few seconds.

He was a man possessed. He wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost though, and it certainly wasn't what he was filling me with either. I was going to be dripping cum for the next week!

"Your little teen pussy is so fucking tight!"

He grunted loudly with each spurt of his cock, slamming into me with each one. I could feel it jerking inside me. It sent me over the edge again as well.

"God yes! Fuck me, Pastor Thomas! Fuck your little teen girl!" I squealed, reaching out to grab his sides to force him to fuck me harder.

Saying 'Pastor Thomas' and 'God' just seemed to add to the kinkiness of it all. I wondered how many porn movies were like this ... without the girl being underaged, of course.

He slammed hard inside me one more time and held still. I squeezed him as tight as I could. My pussy was throbbing like crazy. His cock was still jerking. We both were savoring the last moments of our shared orgasm.

He finally withdrew from me. Our juices covered his slowly wilting dick. Mrs. Thomas grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned us both up as best she could.

"This will have to do for now, unless you want a cold shower."

Pastor Thomas joked, "It’s a little late for a cold shower."

We all laughed together.

He looked down at me. He was out of whatever trance he'd seemed to have been in. He now looked concerned about me.

"Are you okay, Melissa?"

"I'm fine, sir," I said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. I was half expecting him to scold me for sinning like I had. I then felt silly for feeling like that.

"'Sir' is a bit too formal, considering what we just did, don't you think?"

"Yeah," I grinned.

The bathroom was always going to be our special place.

******

We left the bathroom together and headed toward the kitchen where we, surprisingly, found Mrs. Rayner making coffee and some waffles in the toaster. At least Mrs. Rayner and I were surprised, but for different reasons.

Mrs. Rayner said, "Well, this is a surprise. I expected Bradley and Doris to be up. But Melissa?"

She had that knowing look. I could only blush.

"She makes a great bath buddy," Pastor Thomas said, rubbing my still somewhat wet head.

"She makes a great buddy for most any time," Mrs. Rayner said very earnestly.

"You guys leave her alone," Mrs. Thomas said, wrapping an around my shoulders. "She's my buddy."

"Oh yeah?" asked Mrs. Rayner, raising her eyebrow.

"Uh huh. She's the bee's knees."

"Huh?" I said.

Mrs. Rayner laughed, "Doris, she knows nothing about bee's knees, but she sure knows a lot about the birds and the bees."

"It just means you're wonderful, sweetie," Mrs. Thomas told me, hugging me tighter.

"Cool, I guess."

I really liked Mrs. Thomas. But it was obvious there was a generation gap or two going on between us too. I still had no clue what 'bee's knees' was referring to. I liked the attention she was giving me though. Even though I'd had little interaction with her outside of the past day, I felt closer to her than I'd felt to any of the other adults at that point, including Mrs. Clark.

The Thomas's must've realized that it was getting a little late for them. They didn't even take time to sit down while eating. Mrs. Thomas dashed upstairs to grab their clothes from the day before. They quickly dressed while downing their waffle and coffee.

They looked like they'd done this kind of quick exit before. When they were finished dressing, they started walking to the front of the house to head to their home to prepare for church. I tagged along behind them, hanging back in the hallway as they reached the door.

As they were saying their goodbyes and stepping outside, Mrs. Thomas looked back at me. I probably looked like I was losing my best friend. I felt like it. She stopped and came back toward me, took my hand, and pulled me further into the hall so we'd have some privacy.

"I'd really like to spend some more time with you real soon."

I knew she was probably referring to having sex. I was sure she did. Her husband got to do more with me than she had. I hadn't even made her come yet. I was feeling more and more like the new slut on the block. It was time to pass me around to those who had only seen me in the many pictures and videos I was sure they'd all been sharing. I began to feel a little let down.

She looked at me inquisitively for just a moment.

"It's not what you're thinking. Well, not just what you're thinking," she admitted with an apologetic smile. "I'd really like us to spend time together doing other things, even if it's only just talking. Since you got here yesterday, you've looked like you could use a friend to talk with."

I shrugged, but smiled at her. She took that as the positive signal that I meant it to be.

"I'm going to the mall tomorrow. Can you come with me, and make a day of it? No sex. Just us girls hanging out."

At least she wanted to be with me outside of the bathroom for a change.

"Sure. I'll have to make sure it's okay with my mom though."

"I'm sure it will be. Let me know if she has any questions, or tell her to call me. I'll probably come by around ten or so," she said, while reaching into her pocketbook to get a pen and piece of paper to write down her phone number. "Call me anytime, Melissa ... even if it's just to talk about nothing."

She kissed my forehead and headed back to the door where Mrs. Rayner and her husband were waiting. Looking at the piece of paper, I remembered I had no pockets to put it in. It quickly reminded me just how odd it was to be standing naked in the Rayner's hallway, with other kids and adults out in the backyard just as naked as well ... as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

******

I walked with Mrs. Rayner back into the kitchen.

"Let me get you something to drink. I'm sure you're starving too."

Definitely.

I sat down at the table while she poured me a glass of milk and put some more waffles in the toaster.

"Are you still mad at your brother?"

I just shrugged. I didn't really want to talk about Jamie.

"You were mad at him, sweetie. You throw pretty good punches too."

I smiled wryly, "He deserved it."

"You know he's two years older than you, hon. He's always going to be doing things before you."

I stared down at the table and began brooding. Being reminded that I was the baby of the family wasn't making me feel any better. In fact, I was getting pissed off all over again. How dare my parents include Jamie in something like that, and shove me off on my grandparents like I was the dog that needed to be watched while they had their fun. I was tired of not knowing things.

"You're getting to do some of those things now that you're older. You'll get to do other things now too."

Some of those things? I'm still getting left out ... until I get older? Fuck that shit. I'd had enough of being coddled. I wanted answers.

I blurted out, "Is Sarah at my house?"

She looked very surprised at that question. It took her a moment to come up with a response.

"Honey ... I believe she is staying at her grand..."

"Is she really?" I interrupted.

My impertinence would've earned me a serious grounding if mom had heard me. Mom liked those kinds of words when scolding me. I wasn't hiding stuff like my parents and so-called friends were from me though. I was too pissed off to care anymore.

"Jamie would probably be there if she was," she tried to reason, obviously not sure how to deal with my angry mood any longer. She knew what I suspected. She wasn't going to tell me though.

"Why won't you just tell me?!"

I was being insolent. I had her more than a little flustered now. I was being impudent to. Those are other words my mom liked to use with me when I was being snotty and argumentative with her. My parents would whip my ass if they saw me talking to another adult this way. I had never been this way with anyone, other than my parents. And it was a very rare thing with them. It really caught Mrs. Rayner by surprise too.

"Melissa ..." she paused, lost for words.

I sighed deeply. Mrs. Rayner could tell she wasn't doing anything but making me angrier by trying to reason with me.

"Why all the freakin' secrets?!"

She came over beside me, put her arm around me, and said,

"It's tough being the baby of the family. There are advantages to that though. You'll find that out as you get older."

Reminding me that I was the 'baby' ... and that I was going to have to wait until I got older to find out something else wasn't helping to calm me down, at least not on the inside.

Mrs. Rayner left my side and started talking about what they planned to do that morning. I didn't hear any of it though. I was mad as hell. I think she knew it too, but she tried to talk around the tense atmosphere between us. It wasn't working. I sat there and fumed.

I looked at the piece of paper Mrs. Thomas had given me and got an idea.

I calmly said, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"It's okay, sweetie. It happens."

Her answers were becoming short. I'd rattled her. She was probably pissed off at me too, but she didn't want to show it. I needed to defuse things so I could do what I wanted to do.

"My mom is going to ground me for talking to you like that," I meekly said.

She came back over to me and hugged me again.

"This is between just the two of us. Okay?"

Yeah right. Nothing was ever just between the two of us.

"Okay," I coyly replied.

I finished eating and quickly drank all my milk. I had a plan to carry out.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and put this with my clothes."

"Okay, but leave your clothes up there. We're going to spend the morning naked outside before lunch. We may have to shake the tents to get everyone up before long too.

It was about six-fifteen. As late as we'd been up, no one else was likely to wake up for hours yet. I certainly wasn't going back to sleep. I had other plans.

"I'm gonna take another shower while I'm upstairs too. I'll be down in a bit."

"Why do you need another shower, sweetie?"

"I got a bit messy after we got out of the shower earlier," feigning embarrassment. I needed her to believe I needed a bath. Getting fucked after my shower was turning out to be perfect timing for what I had planned.

"How rude of Bradley. Well, hurry up sweetie. Don't use all the hot water again!"

"I'll try not to," I said in a more cheery voice.

I ran upstairs and found my clothes in Mrs. Rayner's bedroom from the day before. I hurriedly got dressed, remembering to stuff the slip of paper in my shorts pocket. I was going home. I was tired of being the last to know. I was tired of just plain not knowing what was going on. Mrs. Rayner clearly had no intention of telling me anything else. I knew what Mrs. Clark would say, even if she was at home to talk to. Jamie was keeping stuff from me. Waiting around on him wasn't going to get me the answers I wanted.

The only people I was going to get any real answers from were my parents. Specifically, my mom. I was going to force her to talk to me. All the better if I found Sarah in bed with her and my daddy. It would force my mom to talk to me.

I snuck out the front door and found my bike on the porch. Thank god someone thought to put it where it couldn't easily be seen and stolen. I rode home as fast as I could. It was early and I'd snuck away, but I didn't care. I was totally pissed off. The more I thought about everything, the angrier I got. I was going to have it out with my mom. If Sarah and my daddy were there too, I'd confront them all and find out what was really going on with my parents.

When I rode up into my yard, I noticed my parents' car was there. I threw my bike down in the middle of the front yard and went around back. Sarah's bike was still there from the day before. She might've left it if her parents had taken her straight to her grandparents, but she'd more likely have ridden it back home first so she get some things to take with her. There was still a good chance she was inside with my parents, probably in bed with them.

The problem was that I didn't have my key to the house with me. Fucking shit! It was six-thirty in the morning and I was locked out of my own house! I hadn't planned to be gone overnight. I hadn't brought my purse with me like I normally would've with my money, key and other personal stuff.

How was I going to get inside without waking up my parents to get them to let me in? They could sneak Sarah out the other door, or hide her. They almost always slept in on Sundays, except for the occasions we went to church. If Sarah spent the night, they wouldn't be going to church. It could be hours before someone would be up and unlock a door.

Then I remembered how Jamie one time snuck in and out of the house at night by using a ladder to get on and off the roof. He would always set it up after sunset so our parents wouldn't notice. Daddy found it like that one time and crawled all over him. I figured I could get in through his window though. He probably still left it unlocked for just such an occasion. He always left the storm window up so he could easily get in and out. I'd figure out how to get the screen off when I got up there.

I went under the shed behind the house and found the ladder. It was hard for me to handle alone without banging it around. The fucking thing might as well have had cow bells attached to it. I had to take it slow or I was going to wake up everyone. I wanted to catch them in bed together, not have an audience of all my neighbors catching me breaking into my own house.

I was able to get the ladder up into the air and against the edge of the roof. I started to second guess what I was doing after I'd climbed the first few rungs. I was somewhat afraid of heights, but my anger was overruling my fear. I was staring straight up though, afraid to look down, knowing I'd chicken out if I did.

I was over almost at the top of the ladder when I heard a voice coming from below, towards the corner of the house. She quietly but urgently exclaimed,

"Melissa! Stop!"

What the hell?! I was shocked. At first, I'd expected it to be Mrs. Rayner. She was the only one who could've known I'd be missing that fast. If not her, maybe Mrs. Clark saw me leaving while watching from her house. But, she was with her husband staying overnight with some friends. Everyone else was passed out in the Rayner's backyard.

When I looked down from the ladder, she'd already run over just below me. It wasn't Mrs. Rayner though. It wasn't Mrs. Clark either.

Her familiar voice frantically asked,

"What do you think you're doing?!"

She was trying to keep her voice down, but I knew she meant business. I was in deep shit. This was going to be bad. I hated myself for even thinking of trying this now.

"Are you crazy?! Come down before you fall!" she quietly, but urgently demanded. She obviously didn't want to wake the neighbors.

I slowly stepped back down the ladder, quickly remembering just why I was afraid of heights.

"Go slow!" she urged. Following good advice is better late than never. They should’ve put that on my headstone if I’d fell and broke my neck. Not going slow is what got me here.

When I reached the ground, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the steps at the backdoor. She sat down and pulled me down beside her. I was in really deep shit.

She was in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She'd obviously just gotten out of the shower. Had Mrs. Rayner really figured out I was gone that fast? Had she called her to let her know I was likely headed here? Mrs. Rayner must've been expecting me to try something like this.

She turned to look at me. I had no clue what to expect. I'd been so angry. Not anymore! Now I was lost for words. Now I was so unsure what was about to happen to me.

"Let’s talk."

She looked at me carefully. She was trying to be calm and collected, but her body and eyes told a different story. She'd always seemed so in control of herself. I then realized she was scared just like me. She was going to talk to me though. I'd come here to find out what the hell was going on. Maybe I finally was, but she wasn't happy with me at all.

I'd wanted to create a confrontation. Now I wasn't so sure anymore. I really wasn't prepared for this. It was more than obvious that we both felt out of place. I wasn't supposed to be here, but she didn't belong here either. I wanted to ask her the question, but hesitated.

What was Mrs. Thomas doing here?

(continued in chapter 18)