Chapter Twenty

I was led into a room with a lot of lights setup pointing at a bed. Why was I here? Who were all these people standing around? I then realized I was naked. How did I get here?!

"There you are."

It was Mrs. Thomas. She was naked too!

"C'mon. Let's get on the bed and relax," she said.

She took my hand and led me between the lights and people milling around. None of them paid us any attention.

"Ready?" she asked me.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

"Your debut, of course."

"What are you talking about?"

Then a man walked up close to the bed.

"Are you ready, Missy? Jenna?"

"Missy and Jenna?" I asked, looking at Mrs. Thomas.

Then the man looked around the room, "Everyone! Let's get ready!"

Ready for what?

Then Mom crawled onto the bed, naked as well. What the hell was going on?

"Oh, good. You're here now too," he said to Mom.

"Places! And ... action!"

Mrs. Thomas started kissing me, and Mom moved down between my legs. I then felt her licking my pussy."

I pulled away from both of them, "Mom! What are you doing?!"

"Cut!" The man said, moving closer to the bed. "Jenna, there is no dialogue in this shoot."

"Why do you keep calling me Jenna?!" I angrily asked him.

"You are Jenna Sinn, aren't you?" he sarcastically responded.

This can't be happening! I'm doing a porn movie with my mom and Mrs. Thomas!

Mom moved into a sitting position on the bed, and said, "Why did you call me 'Mom'?"

"Because you're my mother!" I sternly said to her.

"I'm Cara Cream. Your father is here though. Do you want to sit on his lap again?"

What?! I glanced over to a couch against a wall. It was our couch. Daddy was sitting there naked looking at me, stroking his hard cock. He patted his thigh, inviting me to come sit on his lap.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was screaming when I woke up.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I whined breathlessly.

It was still dark. It was just a freaking sex dream. It was more like a fucking nightmare though. I was sitting up in my bed, soaking wet with sweat and breathing hard. I'd gone to sleep horny. That's why I must've dreamed what I did. No one in the house seemed to have heard the noise I'd made though.

I laid back down, staring into the darkness. I wasn't sleepy though. I pushed the cover off of me. I was hot. Why did I dream that?!

I decided to play with myself so I could unwind. I'd just started masturbating last year. I'd quickly become a pro at it since then too. It was always a great stress reliever, especially when going to bed.

I didn't know what to think about though. I'd always fantasized when I masturbated. The images from my dream were still in my head. I couldn't shake them. They'd been so vivid.

What the hell, I thought. I might as well let the dream play out in my mind. I got on the couch with my daddy. I straddled him like I had earlier. This time though, I sat down on his cock and let it impale me. It was so damn thick and hard as I pushed myself down on it. The head of it felt so nice sliding deep inside me.

In my mind, as I lifted my hips, I looked down to watch as my pussy grasped at his shaft. It was deliciously wicked. When I slid back down on him, his cock filled me again like no one ever had before. I was fucking my daddy. I was his girl. He was using his hands like he did earlier, this time to help fuck me.

I rode him until I started cumming, which didn't take long. He came with me, filling me with his sperm. I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me as his cum spurted out. My pussy was throbbing like never before. He was moaning loudly as I squeezed his cock tightly with my cunt, milking every last drop from him. I tightly held my daddy to me as both our orgasms subsided.

I was writhing on the bed. I'd never made myself cum that hard before. My whole body felt drained. I wondered if my pussy would ever stop throbbing.

I should've been disgusted with myself. I wasn't though. What was wrong with me?! I'd just rubbed one off thinking about my father! I was still turned on too! Was humping my daddy going to haunt me like this forever? At least I felt sleepy again.

******

Late Thursday morning, Sarah and Jamie came into my bedroom. I was ready to kick Jamie out, but I knew Sarah would probably leave too. I was bored. I didn't want anything much to do with Pam either. It didn't leave me a lot of easy options.

Sarah sat next to me on the bed. Jamie sat down at the foot.

"Come hang out with us, Mel. You can't stay mad at Jamie forever."

I gave Jamie my harshest stare.

"Wanna bet?"

"He didn't really have a choice, you know?"

"He could've told me! I wouldn't have liked knowing I was being excluded from going camping, but I could've kept it between us."

"Mel, I didn't know what to do. We were afraid you'd tell someone, like Sarah. Mom and Dad made me promise."

I couldn't believe Sarah wasn't upset about this. He was insulting her, but she didn't seem to notice or care. I looked at Sarah and just shook my head in amazement at how she just accepted that without any protest.

Sarah recognized the look I was giving her. She was quick to defend herself too.

"What do you want me to do? Get all pissed off about it? What good will that do now? At least we now know. They're letting us be a part of it too. Let's have fun, Mel."

"How can I make it up to you?" Jamie asked.

"Tell me how you got involved."

"What?" he asked, suddenly seeming amazingly dense. Boys.

"Do I need to draw you a picture? Tell me how you first found out about the Walcotts and Thomas's being nudists."

"I was hanging out with Mike at his house about three years ago. I accidentally saw pictures his parents had of them at a nudist campground. Mom and Dad were in some of the pictures. They'd been going with them sometimes."

He stood there probably hoping that tidbit would satisfy me. I wasn't going to be that easy to pacify.

"And?" I asked, expectantly.

"Mike's mom caught us looking at them. I guess she told Mom about it. After that, Mom and Dad asked me if I wanted to go with them sometime. I started going with Mom and Dad after that."

"While I got taken to our grandparents ... like the dog that needed to be watched while its owners were out of town."

"It wasn't like that, Mel. You were only like ten the first time."

"Damn it, Jamie! It was just like that! Also, how do you know I wouldn't have wanted to go?"

"Mom and Dad thought it would be best if you were ..."

I interrupted, "Older? Yeah, I've heard that one a few times this weekend."

"Mel, you were ten years old! You didn't even like being naked around me back then. Were you really going to go naked around a bunch of other people you didn't even know?"

The doofus had a point.

"Would you have done it?" he asked again.

"Probably not," I acquiesced. "But why still hide it from me now? Were you guys planning to wait until I was eighteen to tell me? Or did you ever plan to tell me?"

"I should've told you already," he finally conceded.

"You're damn right you should've. Mom should've told me too! I don't even feel like I have a family right now."

Sarah said, "Mel, don't say stuff like that. Put yourself in their position. If they didn't love you, they wouldn't have cared if you knew or not. They were just doing what they thought was best."

I fumed for a bit more. Sarah was right. I was lucky to have parents that gave a shit about me.

"Forgive me?" Jamie asked contritely.

I scrunched my lips looking at him. As much as I hated the situation, I couldn't stay mad at him forever.

"Yeah, ya big dummy."

He reached out and touched my foot. I think he was still afraid to get too close to me. He was testing the water to see how I would react before getting in range of my fists.

Sarah looked back and forth between us, "I think you two should kiss and makeup."

"We already made up," I said.

"Then kiss and make it official."

Jamie moved up the bed so that his face was right in front of mine.

"Kissing your brother is yucky," I grimaced.

"I think it’s sweet."

"You just want to see us makeout," I countered.

"If I had a brother, I'd makeout with him."

For the first time in some time, I remembered how lucky I was to have a big brother. Sarah was an only child. It was a love-hate relationship between us, but I wouldn't trade Jamie for anything.

He leaned closer and brushed my lips with his.

"C'mon. Kiss each other!" Sarah prodded us.

He leaned in again and we held a kiss for a little longer. No tongue though.

"You guys suck at kissing."

Feeling insulted, I pulled Jamie into a deep passionate kiss. He was a little shocked at first, but he got into it too. It was a kiss that didn't end for quite some time. We were all over each other. Our tongues were swirling together inside both our mouths. Sarah could only stare at us as we frantically made out in front of her.

We were rolling around on the bed, but he finally ended up on top of me where he then held me down. In this position, his hard cock was pressing against my pussy. He mounted me as our lips stayed locked together. He slid inside me easily. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him to me. I hung onto him tightly as he began thrusting urgently.

He was pounding against me, but our mouths never parted. I was bucking against him as he slammed into me, getting him as deep inside me as I could. The ridge around his cockhead was rubbing inside me deliciously. We were moaning as we both came at about the same time. He lunged hard into me as his cock pumped his sperm deep inside my cunt. It felt like he was about to drive me through the bed. He seemed to be timing each lunge of his hips into me with each spurt from his cock. His intensely deep groans told me each time his body released its cum.

He kept his shaft inside me after his orgasm. He continued to thrust slowly, more tenderly. We were both out of breath as our mouths finally separated. He wasn't completely hard any longer, but his cock still felt so good inside my now slimy pussy.

"Wow," Sarah finally exclaimed.

I looked up at my brother as he was moving off of me, "You better fuck Sarah that good next time, or I'm gonna kick your ass."

"So, all is forgiven?" he asked.

"For now," I said with a devious smile.

******

By the afternoon, I was feeling better about everything. I wasn't mad at Jamie any longer. He wasn't completely out of the doghouse though. I wanted details about his nude camping with our parents. I'd interrogate him later though when he wanted to fuck me again.

Sarah and I still needed to talk too, but I didn't want Jamie around when we did. I could sense that Sarah felt the same. I knew we'd make the time eventually. We both knew what the other wanted to say. That made it easier on us. We weren't trying to hide it from the other. I was curious just how it all started though, as I was sure she was as well. It might tell me more about what our parents had been up to in the beginning.

I knew Sarah might get pissed off at me though if I told her everything. Her mom had been the one that encouraged me to seduce her into doing more than kissing last summer. Mrs. Clark had arranged for Sarah to catch her masturbating. I knew I needed to come clean with her about all of that.

Sarah had some things to explain to me as well. She had been involved with the Walcotts a month before she and I had started having sex together. She still had not even hinted a thing about her times with them. It bothered me a little that she'd pretended she was inexperienced during those early times with me.

The video with her at the Walcotts told a completely different thing. It was either rape or she'd been involved with them for at least a month before we started kissing and touching each other that August night the year before. I wasn't pissed off about it. I completely understood why she wouldn't tell me. I hadn't told her how her mom got me to seduce her into doing more than just kissing and touching.

I just had to hope that our friendship was strong enough to survive any anger she might have because of it. I wanted the details of how she got involved with my parents. Had they done their own setup like Mrs. Clark? Was this more planned than Mrs. Thomas knew about?

We laid around the family room naked much of the afternoon. Sarah couldn't keep her hands off of Jamie's cock. They fucked in front of me on the floor while I rubbed one out. They wanted me to join them, but I wanted to just watch.

I think they had as much fun watching me masturbate as I did watching them fuck. I'd touched myself before in front of them, but this was very different. I was their audience as well as performer. I applauded their performance by slapping my clit. As shy as I'd been about being naked around others in the past, I'd quickly become quite the showoff.

I could tell they had some special feelings between them. I was jealous of that too. Peter had a crush on me, but I just didn't feel the same way about him. I didn't want to hurt him though. So, I didn't put him off whenever he called to talk.

We still had a date for Friday night. I thought more than once about breaking it, but I just couldn't do that to him. I'd go and we'd have fun. I'd be his friend. We could even fuck sometime. We'd be fuck buddies. I'd deal with the emotional part of it later.

Mom came home not long after the show we'd put on for each other. I wondered if we would've stopped if she came home during it. Probably, but this nudist thing we were doing was causing me to wonder about what was going to be acceptable around the house in the future.

Mom had all but admitted she knew Sarah and Jamie were having sex. She didn't mind that they slept together in the same bed. She knew Daddy and I had rubbed ourselves against each other until we'd both almost had an orgasm.

What were the limits now?

Sarah finally went home and Jamie and I retreated to our own bedrooms before supper. Peter called me again and we settled on what we were going to do the next night on our date. Mom was going to take and pick us up. She was being cool. She wasn't teasing me about Peter at all.

I think she knew how I felt, and was glad I was at least not hurting Peter. Most girls my age would've just said no to begin with. They'd likely had been really cruel in how they did it too.

******

Early Friday afternoon, I was on the phone with Peter talking about our date again. I was actually starting to look forward to it. The more I talked with Peter, the more I realized we had a lot of the same interests. He even seemed more mature than I'd given him credit for. I still knew that if any of my friends saw us together, they'd rag me about it later. But, I was getting to where I didn't care what they thought.

Jamie poked his head into my bedroom while I was still on the phone. He was going over to his friend Brian's house for the rest of the day. When he saw me on the phone, he came on in while I started trying to shoo him away.

When he realized who I was talking to, a devious grin appeared on his face. He also took his shorts and underwear off. I was already naked. I stared at him incredulously. He crawled onto the bed and forced himself between my legs so he could lay with his head down close to my pussy.

He used his hands to mimic me and Peter yacking away at each other. I tried giving him an evil look, but almost ended up laughing at him instead.

Jamie then started sliding a finger inside my pussy. I did my best to tell him to stop, but he just slid another one inside. He knew if I'd really wanted him to stop that I could've just jumped up off the bed.

Peter seemed to sense that something wasn't quite right. He asked me what I was doing.

"I'm just lying on the bed."

Jamie grinned, fingering me a little more urgently. I mouthed at him to stop. Peter asked if I was alone.

"I'm just talking to you," I said into the phone, while squirming a little from my brother's hand.

He said I sounded different. He again asked if anyone was there with me.

"I'm ... alone." Jamie was now teasing my clit, and it was very distracting. Jamie mouthed to me to tell him I was playing with my pussy.

"No," I whispered before realizing I hadn't covered up the phone.

Peter asked if I was doing something else besides talking to him, that I seemed to be preoccupied.

"I'm horny."

That got Peter's attention, and Jamie's too.

"I'm touching myself," I said, a little embarrassed that I'd told him something like that.

Jamie got a shit eating grin. Peter asked me if I was touching my pussy or my tits.

"I'm playing with my pussy at the moment."

Jamie removed his hand. I didn't want him to stop. Then Peter said he was stroking his cock.

I couldn't believe it. I was doing phone sex! Except it was more Jamie then me doing the sex part on my end of the phone.

"Are you naked?" I asked.

He told me he was, and that his cock was rock hard thinking about fucking me. He asked if I remembered the past Saturday night when he fucked me while everyone else was asleep.

"I remember. You fucked me good. I liked it a lot."

He asked me if I liked his cock.

"You have a great cock. It filled me up so good."

Why was I telling him that! He was going to get a big head. Jamie snickered at me. I poked him in the side with my foot. In retaliation, he slid up closer and began licking my clit. I moaned loudly.

Peter moaned too. He began telling me how good my pussy felt while he fucked me. How it squeezed his cock so tight.

"It felt great when you were thrusting it in and out of my tight little pussy. I'm pretending you're fucking me now."

Jamie decided to do just that. He moved so that he was hovering over me a little more. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he then pushed his cock deep inside me.

"I'm using my fingers to fuck myself. I'm pretending it's your hard throbbing cock. Gawd it feels so good."

Jamie was grinning down at me. I wanted to be mad at him, but this was way too much fun.

"Can you feel my hot little pussy squeezing your big hard cock?"

Jamie mouthed that he could. Peter apparently could as well. I hoped my pussy felt better than his hand though.

"You're pounding me so good. Your balls are slapping my butt as you fuck my tight wet hole. Gawd I love that feeling! I can see my pussy lips dragging along your shaft as it fucks me too."

Peter told me he was getting close.

"I'm getting close too. I want you to shoot your cum deep inside me. Flood my little pussy with all your hot cum."

Jamie was apparently pretty close too. He was getting into the phone sex as much as Peter. The difference was he really was about to fill me with his hot cum.

I wasn't close to cumming, but I knew the boys were about to lose it at any moment.

"God, Peter. I'm gonna cum! Pound my little pussy harder!"

He told me he was oh so close to blowing his load.

"Cum in me Peter! Cum in me now! Fuck me hard!"

Peter and Jamie lost it. I don't know where Peter's spunk ended up, but I was going to have to douche before I went out with him later.

Jamie pulled his cock out of me a short time later, his cum dripping on the bed. Fucking hell. I was going to have to change the sheets, or risk hearing about it from Mom again. I shooed him out of my room for real this time.

Peter and I talked a little longer before I told him I needed to go. He told me he was looking forward to our date. I genuinely told him I was as well.

******

About a half hour later, Pam called me. I knew when I heard her voice what she was calling about too.

"Mel, you're going on a date with my brother?"

I knew guys didn't like their best friends dating their sisters. Some sort of informal rule they had. I had a feeling she might not like this. The tone of Pam's voice put me on the defensive from the start.

"Is that a problem?"

"It's cool, Mel. But I didn't know you were interested in him."

"He asked me, and I told him I'd go."

"So, he's not a dork anymore?"

Oh shit. Big sister had her claws out.

"I never said I didn't like him. And all we're doing is hanging out together. He asked me if I would go to see a movie with him. I told him I would. We're not getting married ... or anything else!"

"We've been friends for years, Mel. You've never wanted to hang out with him."

I couldn't believe this. It was awkward enough going out with him. And now Pam had me in a position of defending it. I knew she was just looking out for her little brother though.

"Things change, Pam. I had fun with him Saturday."

"Don't hurt him."

"I'm not planning to. We're just friends. That's all it is."

"He likes you. He likes you a lot. He always has. Don't hurt him. You can easily do it."

"I promise I'll try not to intentionally hurt him. It's only a date!"

"Girl, you know it means more than that to him."

"Do you want me to call it off?"

"No! Mel ... he's my brother."

"I know you love your brother. I could've blown him off when he asked me. I didn't because I didn't want to hurt him."

"Is that the only reason why you told him you'd go out with him?"

"Pam, it's one date. ONE. I had fun with him Saturday. I thought it might be fun to hang out with him more. He came by the other day and we hung out some then too. I haven't promised him anything."

"Do you like him?"

"As a friend, yes."

"He really does like you. He wants to be more than friends. You know it too."

"Look, Pam. You're one of my best friends. Yes, I've always thought of him as kinda dorky. I don't know why other than he was younger than us. I want to hang out with him though. I won't hurt him on purpose. Look, he may think I'm the dork after tonight. I don't know what will happen. No matter what, I promise you I won't intentionally hurt him. Now, I know you're just looking out for your brother, but you're really starting to piss me off."

"I didn't mean to make you mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you. Gawd! Just chill the fuck out, will ya? Trust me, okay?"

"Yeah. You know I'm just being a big sister."

"He's lucky he has a big sister that cares about him. But cut me a little slack. You know me."

"I'll chill. It's weird though, you know?"

"Believe me, I know. Weirdness is my life."

******

It wasn't long after I got off the phone with Pam that Mom came to my room and told me she needed to run some errands before the end of the day. She told me she would be back sometime after five. I again reminded her of my date. She reminded me that she could never forget her daughter's first date with a boy.

I quickly put on my shorts and a top and raced downstairs before she left. I'm not really certain why I did. I was feeling nervous, and I just wanted to be around her. She noticed me hovering, but she didn't act like she minded.

I walked her to the front door.

"Seeing me out? That's new."

I was nervous about the date. Mom read me like a book too.

"Don't worry. You'll have a good time tonight. It's not like you're going to church to get married."

I took a deep breath, trying to relax.

She added, "Just look at is a two friends hanging out. There's no commitment to doing it again."

I nodded and she kissed my cheek before leaving. I stared at her from the door until she was out of sight.

After closing the door, I went into the family room and plopped on the couch. I stared at the TV, but couldn't focus on what I was watching. I wanted to call off the date. This was just too nerve wracking. But I didn't want to hurt Peter.

I knew I had to suck it up and just deal with whatever my friends thought about it. I was good at giving others grief, sometimes when they didn't deserved it. Paybacks from me were hell too. Most people knew not to cross me. I usually didn't make myself this vulnerable to scrutiny from my friends though. Some would likely enjoy getting back at me.

A short time later, I heard the front door open. Daddy was home early, but that wasn't unusual for a Friday. He stopped in the family room to see what I was doing. He asked if I was still going out with Peter. After I told him I was, he joked about needing to go clean his shotgun ... which he didn't even have. I just rolled my eyes at him. I could get away with that with him. He then told me he was going upstairs to take a nap for a few hours.

******

Daddy hadn't been upstairs long before the doorbell rang. I was glad I hadn't stripped down again.

I opened the door, surprised to see Sarah.

"You can't stay away from Jamie for even a few hours? He's not even back yet, girl." I smiled at her.

She wasn't smiling back at me though. She had a serious look. She took my hand and marched me up the stairs to my bedroom, closing and locking the bedroom door behind us.

She then walked me over to the bed. We sat down, with her sitting further away from me than I would've expected.

"What's wrong?"

"Us," she told me.

"Us?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were going out with Peter?"

"I didn't want to talk about it with Jamie ..."

"You could've found a way to tell me. You've heard of that neat invention called the phone, haven't you? I hear everyone has one now! Mel, I thought we were best friends?!"

"We are! You're my best friend in the world."

She looked really angry. It had been a long time since I'd seen that look. It had been even longer since it had been specifically directed at me.

"I think we need to talk. Now."

"About Peter?"

"About us."

"What's wrong?"

"We're keeping too much from each other. I don't like it anymore."

I knew exactly what she meant. It was clear that the time for 'the talk' was finally upon us.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Sarah."

"It's now hurting me ... us. Look how you're hiding things from me. We're supposed to be best friends!" she exclaimed, almost in tears.

"Look, Sarah. I'm not the only one keeping secrets around here!"

"I know. I'm not saying I'm innocent. I'm just as bad about keeping things from you."

We both were quiet for a moment. I finally just went for it.

"Are you mad that I'm having sex with your parents?"

She looked directly at me for the longest moment. There it was. No more hiding it.

"Not if you're not mad at me for having sex with yours."

"There's more to it than that, isn't there?"

"Mel, I ... that night ..."

"Last August when we first kissed?"

"Yeah ... there was more to it than you know."

"Sarah ..."

"Mel, I was already doing stuff before then."

"I know."

"You know?!"

"Yeah."

"What do you know?"

"You had been doing things with Mr. and Mrs. Walcott."

"How did you know? How long? Did they tell you?"

"No one told me. I saw a video."

"What video?!"

"A video Mom had in the DVD player in her bedroom. I saw it while snooping one day a few weeks ago."

"Oh," she said, looking extremely embarrassed. "What did it show?"

"You were blindfolded."

"Oh shit," she said, holding her face in her hands, almost in tears.

I scooted beside her and pulled her hands from her face.

"Look at me. Did they force you?"

"No! It wasn't rape."

"Then why are you embarrassed?"

"They suggested I do things to try to get you involved."

"Holy shit. Seriously?" I asked, astonished.

"Please don't hate me!" she said, tears flowing freely.

I felt horrible. She was upset over seducing me, at least the reason for it. This probably had been eating at her over the past year. She saw the stunned look on my face. I wasn't mad at her. I felt horrible because I'd intended to seduce her at her own mom's suggestion!

"Please, Mel ..."

"Sarah ..."

I wasn't quite sure how to start. So I just blurted it out.

"We both were setup."

"What?"

"Sarah ... I was seducing you too. Not the first night. After that ... I was seducing you."

"But you wouldn't have if I hadn't ..."

"No, Sarah. I started having sex with your mom the weekend after that first night."

"What?!" she said, surprised.

"She had seen us kissing and touching that first night in your bedroom. She seduced me that next weekend when you were away. I didn't know you were gone until I got to your house. Your mom suggested I try seducing you."

"My mother?!"

I nodded.

"And you went along with it?!" she almost yelled.

"You went along with the Walcotts' idea of seducing me!" I replied defensively, raising my own voice slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry. I know I'm not innocent in this."

"Look. We both were doing the same thing. I know it shocks you that I was doing it because of your mom's suggestion."

"She just asked you to seduce me?!"

"That's about it. And since we're coming clean with all of this ... you know the time you saw her masturbating?"

"She set it up for me to see her?"

I nodded.

She just sighed deeply.

I knew this was throwing her for a loop. I'd had time to take in a lot of this before. I didn't know her seducing me had been the Walcotts' idea, but that didn't really shock me. She was getting hit cold with this stuff about her mom.

Sarah finally said, "We both got played against the other."

"Yep."

We sat on the bed, staring down at the floor for a short time, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Sarah finally said, "Are we gonna still be friends?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"I kept so much from you. We kept so much from each other."

"Look at us, Sarah. We're sitting here talking about it. We're not fighting. We're not calling each other a deceitful bitch. Sure, we kept things from each other. Big things. But we're sitting here spilling out our guts to each other because we ARE best friends."

"Mel, I'm fucking your father!" she ashamedly blurted out, tears streaming down her face.

"So? I'm fucking yours! Want to compare notes?" I retorted, with tears flowing from my eyes. I was smiling though.

She chuckled through her tears. I wiped them from her face.

"Is my dad good?" she asked somewhat jokingly.

"Yeah. You should be proud of him," I said while laughing a little.

"Yours is pretty good too," she said with a slightly wicked smile.

"Is my daddy better than yours?" I teased.

"I wouldn't know that!" she protested, but she knew I was joking around with her.

"Are we gonna be okay?" I asked.

"We're best friends. But this time ... NO MORE SECRETS!"

"At least none that involve either of us."

"Deal," she said, hugging me.

I had a big secret involving Jamie and Mrs. Clark. How was I going to tell her without breaking my promise to Jamie?

"Sarah," I said, looking down. "Now that we've made a deal not to keep secrets that affect each other, I need to tell you something. It's a secret that involves Jamie. But ... I promised him I wouldn't ever tell anyone."

"Is it something that's hurting me?"

"You might be pissed if you knew about it. But then, you might not care that it happened."

"Is it happening now?"

"I don't think so, but it could be. I just don't know."

She was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Don't break your promise."

I smiled at her softly. She knew I'd break a promise for her, but she's a better person than that.

"I have the bestest best friend in the world!" I exclaimed, hugging her tight.

I pulled back from her and then asked how she got involved with my parents. There was suddenly so much to ask her about!

She seemed a little hesitant because she was obviously afraid of what I would think. To help her get over that feeling, I quickly told her in detail how her mom had seduced me that first time, and about later wearing my cheerleader outfit the first time I sucked off her dad. She was really surprised at how that all happened. It seemed to make it easier for her to be forthcoming.

"Mel, you weren't the only one to play cheerleader," she blushed.

"No you didn't!"

"I ... borrowed your outfit one night when I was with your parents. It was your mom's idea."

"Our moms are definitely in on this together. They had to have been comparing notes," I said with confidence.

"It looks that way."

"So, did my daddy like his sexy cheerleader?"

"Mel!"

"Well, did he?"

"Yeah. He liked touching me while I had it on. It was weird in a way because it's your cheer outfit. I wondered a few times if he was pretending I was you."

I scrunched my lips, not sure what to make of that.

"Did you suck him off while still wearing it?"

"Yeah. Your mom got it on her camera. The second time he came, he was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Your mom got a little worried that he was going to cum on the outfit, so she took it off me while he kept rubbing his cock against me."

"Did he fuck you?"

"He never put it inside me that night. He just rubbed it along my slit. He liked sliding the tip of it between my lips and then slapping it against me."

What happened two nights before flashed through my head. No wonder Daddy didn't stop me when I was rubbing myself against his cock! He was into that kind of thing.

I added, "Your dad licked and fingered me that night is all. I did watch your parents fuck though. Your mom and I were in a sixty-nine position and he fucked her with my face right at her pussy. After he came in her, your mom got me to lick her pussy out."

"Gawd, Mel," Sarah suddenly seemed embarrassed.

"What?" I said, amused at her reaction. "You're gonna get all icky on me now?" I grinned.

"Look at us! We’re talking about the sex we had with each other's parents as if it's something everyone does!"

"Not everyone can be the cool kids like us," snobbishly flipping my hair.

She pushed me down on the bed. "I want to have your cool kids," she said seductively.

"Our kids would be the coolest! But I'm missing some parts. One of us is gonna have to grow a pair ... and a dick."

"I like the parts you have."

"You're just saying that because you want to fuck me."

"Brains and looks. You have it all!"

"You can have me anytime you want."

"Slut."

"Your slut."

She kissed me.

"Sarah, I mean it."

"I know you do."

"So, tell me about your first time with my mom," I inquired.

"The first time with your mom was similar to your experience with mine. She called and asked me to come over one afternoon last August. No one else was home. I think you were at cheer practice. Jamie was probably at football practice, but I'm not sure. It was just me and your mom."

"Were we already back in school?"

"Yeah, we were."

She paused before continuing.

"She told me she knew I'd had sex with Julie. She supposedly had seen us fooling around a little one time when she'd stopped by the Walcotts while I was spending the night over with Julie."

"I bet Mrs. Walcott arranged it so my Mom could see it ... so that Mom could use what she saw to try and seduce you."

"Well, she asked me if I was having sex with you. I tried to deny it at first, but she got me to admit to it. Then she asked if it was as much fun with you as it had been with Julie. I told her it was more fun with you because you did it better."

I felt a perverse since of pride.

Sarah continued, "She then told me she knew I was also having sex with Mrs. Walcott. She asked if I had fun doing things with her. I told her I did. She told me she knew Mrs. Walcott had found me and Julie together, and had been showing me how to have sex with her and her husband. She wanted to know if she could show me some things Mrs. Walcott might not have.

"Mel, I was already doing so much with the Walcotts. And your mom is so pretty. I couldn't resist. When she took off her top and bra, I couldn't resist sucking her nipples. I took my top off for her. She didn't even ask. We sucked and licked each other's tits and pussies for about an hour maybe."

"How often did you do it?"

"A few afternoons a week while you and Jamie were at practices."

"When did my daddy get involved?"

"It was right after school started back from Christmas break. You and Jamie were still doing practices at school in the afternoons. Your dad 'walked' in on me and your mom one afternoon, but I'm sure that was no accident. For awhile he would just jerk off watching us together. We did this a few times a week. It wasn't too long though before I was doing stuff with your dad."

"Did he force you?"

"No way, Mel! Your parents are cool. They never made me do anything. The first time I sucked your dad's cock was my idea. I think it surprised both your parents when I did it. I'd already sucked off Mr. Walcott, so it wasn't anything new for me."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Not the first time. I think he was afraid it would freak me out or something. I'd swallowed Mr. Walcott by then though."

"Were you still doing stuff with the Walcotts?"

"Not really. Just a few times after I started having sex with you and Pam. Being teachers, they were always so busy with school until late in the afternoon. I didn't spend much time with Julie after last summer either. Most of it was here with your mom, and then your mom and dad. She taught me a lot of stuff to do to a guy ... and girl."

I grimaced. While I wasn't so much upset that Sarah had gotten firsthand sex classes from my mom, it bothered me that she could talk with Sarah so much, and not with me.

"Are you mad at your mom now?" she asked.

"I should be."

"Don't be. I'm sure my mom taught you things too."

I sighed. Sarah had a much better relationship with her mom, or at least that's the impression I had. I decided not to press the issue though, and changed the subject to Daddy.

"So, tell me about losing your virginity."

"Well, it was with your dad early in June. I'm guessing you lost yours to my dad?"

"It was the first Saturday in June. You were at your grandparents."

"Mel, I was at your house that Saturday."

"Figures. My parents were supposed to be going to a lake house with some friends. They obviously planned to swap us."

"Looks that way," Sarah replied.

"Mom gave me a bullshit story so I'd spend the night off. She had already made plans for you to spend the night with her. She gave me this hokey motherly advice about making good choices. She was trying to get me out of the house so she and Daddy could have a cherry busting party with you," I said, disgustedly.

"Mel, she wasn't trying to hurt you. The advice she gave you was good, wasn't it?"

"It's not that it wasn't good advice. It's that we haven't been close at all for some time. She never talks with me about anything related to sex. She's probably given you way more advice over the past year than she's ever given me."

"I remember you telling me on the night when we first started fooling around that she had talked with you about sex with boys. She talked with you about being smart ... to make sure you used protection. I think your mom is pretty cool. I know you probably think I'm just saying that because I've been having sex with her, but she really is concerned about you."

"Mrs. Thomas says we're too much alike for our own good. We end up being our own worst enemies when it comes to talking."

"I think she's right."

"Does Mom talk about me much?"

"Sometimes she does. She loves you, Mel. She just has a hard time talking about some things with you."

"Duh."

"What about Mrs. Thomas though?" Sarah asked.

"We have gotten to know each other really well since Saturday," I playfully smiled.

"Cool. And her husband ... our church pastor?" she asked expectantly, grinning mischievously.

"Him too," I grinned in return. "Sarah, she is so different from any other woman I know. I really think you'd like hanging out with her."

"I'd like to get to know her ... with you. I like that she's helping my best friend get closer to her mom."

"Mom and I seem to be getting closer lately. Mrs. Thomas has been pushing me to try to communicate with her better. I think she's been pushing Mom too."

"I've been around Mrs. Thomas some with the Walcotts. She seems pretty cool. It's like she really does care about people."

"She is cool, and she does care deeply. She hates stuff that ends up hurting people. So, have you and Mrs. Thomas ever ...?"

"Not yet. I bet she's fun though."

"Want to sometime?" I said, giving her a wry smile.

"With you, yeah."

"I'll set it up," I grinned.

The tension between us was gone. It felt great too. I now had my best friend back the way I wanted. We could talk about anything together again.

"Mel, I'll tell you whatever you want to know about the Walcotts and your parents. Everything."

"I'll tell you about your parents too."

"This will be interesting." Sarah mused.

"Yeah, and for once, we may be the ones who get to do the setting up. But, Sarah. I promised your mom last year I'd never tell you about her asking me to seduce you."

"I won't ever let on."

"I hate breaking promises though. She told me back then that she wanted you to be exposed to things. I wonder if she knew what was going on between you and the Walcotts."

Sarah thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know what she knew. It's possible she didn't, but they are all thick as thieves. Including both our mothers."

"I'm not really complaining about being seduced and all. I just don't like all the deception. I've enjoyed all the sex. Some of it has been extremely weird and awkward, but it's all been fun."

"That's what I've hated. I basically lied to you, Mel. For the past year, I've felt bad about that. I should've just told you what was happening with the Walcotts."

"I'm not sure how I would've reacted though."

"You'd have been shocked. But you would've wanted to get involved eventually too. I know you too well. You're my girl," she said affectionately.

"So, I'm your bitch, huh?"

"You know what I mean, chica. I know we're not lesbians, but I love you."

"Bisexuals can love each other just like lesbians. We could be getting married some day."

"Speaking of getting married, what's all this stuff with Peter anyways?" she teased me.

I almost strangled her. We kissed deeply for a short time.

I then told her about the upcoming date with Peter and what had happened since Saturday night. She was surprised I'd agreed to go out with him, but was glad I had decided to go instead of hurting him. She made me promise to call her the next day and tell her everything. I knew I would. We had a whole lot to talk about yet.

As curious as she was about Peter, we both were dying to know more about each other's experiences over the past year.

I asked, "How often have you played the blindfold game?"

"I did it a few times with the Walcotts. I've done it four times with your parents."

"Did they ever try to make you think others were in the room with you?"

"Yeah, every time. It was always at least one of Julie or Pam's parents."

"Have you fucked Mr. Rayner?" I asked.

"At least once that I can be sure of. You?"

"Same with me."

I thought for just a moment about something really wicked. Sarah could see that my devious mind was coming up with something."

"Mel, I know that look. What are you thinking about?"

"You know I said we could be the ones to set things up for a change?"

"Yeah?" she asked with cautious curiosity.

"Daddy is in his bedroom."

"So?"

"It's just the three of us."

"Oh, my gawd! Mel! You can't be serious?!"

"Hells yeah!"

"You think your dad is going to do a threesome or something?"

"Of, course not. At least not knowingly," I said deviously, raising my eyebrows."

"Mel! How are we supposed to do that?!"

"Simple. A blindfold game." I replied, smiling wickedly.

"Blindfold your father? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack. You'll get him to do the blindfold game, but you get him to wear it instead of you ... and use the restraints too, of course."

"He's not going to do that with you in the house!"

"I'll be in the shower getting ready for my date. He'll easily believe I'd be in there for an hour or longer."

"Mel, this is freakin' crazy!"

"Isn't it though!" I grinned.

"What if we get caught?"

"We won't. He'll be restrained. He won't know I'm there."

"Mel, are you thinking of doing stuff with him?!" she asked, almost holding her breath waiting for my answer.

"I did something with him the other night."

"What?!"

I told her about what I did sitting on his lap on the couch. She was stunned that I would openly go that far with him. I think it made her all the more curious just what I'd do with him blindfolded.

We quickly came up with a plan. Neither of us could stop smiling at the other. What we were about to do is exactly what had been done to us. And we were going to enjoy every fucking minute of it too.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Sarah went to my parents' bedroom. I stripped down and started the shower running, but didn't get in. I waited at the door for Sarah to come back.

It took about ten minutes, but she finally came and got me. I remembered to turn off the water, because we'd be taking a cold shower later if I hadn't.

"Shhhhh." she softly whispered and took my hand, leading me to my parents' bedroom. When I was finally in the doorway, I saw Daddy on the bed, blindfolded with restraints around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the corners of the bed.

I bit my bottom lip as I softly walked over to the end of the bed with Sarah.

Sarah climbed up on it between his legs. His cock was already standing tall between his legs.

"I'm back. Your daughter is in the shower now. I've closed and locked the bedroom door too. She can't catch us."

I grinned at her. She took his shaft in her hand and started stroking it.

"We can't do this long."

"We've got at least an hour, but we'll stop before then just to be safe. I'm not so sure you can last an hour anyways."

She leaned down and flicked her tongue across the head, looking at me the whole time. She was going to put on a show just for me too.

"Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Livingston?"

"You know I do."

"You can't get enough of my little pussy, can you?"

"Not nearly enough."

"It's too bad there's no one here to help me with this big hard cock. It's almost more than I can handle. I could go get Melissa, if you want me too?"

"That's not such a good idea."

"You don't think Melissa is pretty?"

"She's my daughter, Sarah."

"But she is pretty?"

"Very pretty."

"Sexy?"

"Sarah ..."

"Is your daughter sexy?"

"She's very sexy."

"If she wasn't your daughter, would you fuck her?"

"Uhh ..."

"Would you fuck her if she were someone else?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna let her lick your cock then ... instead of me."

Sarah moved off the bed, pretending she was changing places. She started to get back on the bed when I stopped her, and started getting on it myself.

I moved up between his legs. Sarah got on top of me. We were doing our best to make it seem like it was just one person between his legs. Sarah took his cock back in her hand, just inches from my face.

"Hi Daddy," she said.

"Hi, baby."

"You're so hard for me, Daddy."

I almost giggled.

"It's all for you, sweetie."

Sarah was surprised when I worked my arm around so that I was able to move my hand where I could grab the base of his cock. I didn't know if he could tell the difference between my hand and Sarah's, but I wanted to feel every inch of his dick while I had what could be my one and only chance.

The shaft was so soft, yet as hard as a rock. The veins made it look even harder to me. The head of it was sexy as hell. It was just the right size, with the ridge of it protruding enough to probably distinctly feel it inside you. It was so warm in my hand.

"Can I lick it?" Sarah asked him.

"Please," he said with a dry voice. This was obviously a new position for him to be in with Sarah.

She leaned closer and started bathing the head with her tongue while I kept holding his cock.

"Lick up and down the shaft, baby girl."

The way we were laying made that difficult, but not impossible. However, I glanced at her and grinned, then stuck my tongue out and touched his cock with the tip. I thought Sarah was going to freak out. I began to lick up and down his shaft, even taking the opportunity to lick his smooth shaven balls.

"God that feels good, sweetie."

I kept bathing his shaft with my tongue. I'd never done anything this wicked in my life!

"Put it in your mouth," he begged.

It was now Sarah's turn again. She took the head into her mouth and began bobbing, taking more and more of his cock as she did. It was still awkward for her to suck him like she wanted with my head so close to his cock. She slid back off me some, indicating I should move from under her. I didn't though. Instead, I moved up slightly and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him for all I was worth. Sarah's eyes were about to pop out of her head as she watched. I didn't know if I'd have this chance again, and I took full advantage of it.

Daddy moaned each time I took him deep. He was getting into it.

"I want to fuck you, baby. Sit on my cock."

I took my mouth off of him and debated what to do. I then moved back and let Sarah straddle his waist so his cock was lined up with her pussy. She sat down on him, impaling herself fully in one downward motion. She fucked him for about ten minutes, cumming once during that time.

My face was just inches from them the entire time. I could see the veins of Daddy's cock. I could see their combined juices coating his shaft. Her pussy lips gliding tightly along it as she rose and then impaled herself again. She was fucking my father, and I wanted it to be me he was fucking.

Then Daddy surprised the both of us when he said, "Melissa almost fucked me the other night like this."

Sarah stopped, keeping his cock deep inside her. She looked down at me. I kinda half shrugged.

"Did you want her to fuck you?" she asked him.

"At that moment, God help me, but yes. Yes, I did."

"She was sitting on your lap?"

"Yes. We were both naked, and she was rubbing her pussy against my cock."

"She was all but fucking you then, huh?"

He nodded, "If she had moved a little differently, I'd have easily been inside her."

"You would've been fucking her?"

"She would've been fucking me."

"Would you have stopped her?"

"Yes. But she still would've had me inside her for at least a moment."

"Would you have really stopped her?"

"I would've had to."

"But you wouldn't have wanted to, would you?"

"God help me, but no."

"You wanted to fuck Melissa, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Your daughter's tight little pussy."

"Fuck yes!"

"If she was doing what you said she was, then she wanted to fuck you."

"Oh God ..."

"She didn't want to just feel your cock on the outside of her tight little hole. She wanted to feel your hard dick pushing into her sexy body."

"Shit ..."

"I bet she would've fucked you so good. Her father's cock inside her. She would've squeezed it just like I'm squeezing you now."

At that point, Daddy completely lost it. He started grunting and groaning loudly as he came inside Sarah. She held him tight, and said, "Cum inside me, Daddy. Give your baby girl all your cum!"

Sarah worked his cock until he was completely wasted. She then slipped off him, moving beside me. Her pussy was already beginning to drain his cum. I moved away from them a little. Sarah had a devious grin on her face. She wasn't finished.

"Mr. Livingston, I was lying earlier when I said Melissa was in the shower. She's here in the room with us."

Daddy grunted just a little, still recovering from his intense orgasm.

"She saw everything. She's looking at your cum covered cock right this minute."

"Sarah ..."

"I'm going to make her lick your cock clean."

She grabbed my hair and pulled me so that I was lying between his legs again. She then straddled my back, moving her head beside mine.

"Lick your Daddy's cock clean, Mel. I know you want to."

And I did just that. I licked him, took him in my mouth, and sucked him until all their juices were gone. She then pulled me by my hair again, getting me to move away. She then laid down on her back with her head resting in his lap against his cock.

"Mr. Livingston, I'm going to make your daughter clean your sperm out of me with her tongue."

She leaned up and grabbed my head, pulling it down to her cum filled cunt. I licked her while she talked to Daddy about how good his daughter's tongue felt licking his sperm from her.

"Your daughter has a talented tongue. I love it when she licks me like this," she teased him, and taunted me.

She came hard when I began licking her clit furiously. Her hands held my head tightly to her as she writhed and moaned. Daddy's cock was standing tall again too.

After a few minutes, she moved away from Daddy. She got me to move as well so that we were kneeling on the bed beside each other. She stuck two fingers in her own pussy and pulled them out, glazed with his cum and her own juices too.

"Mr. Livingston, she left some of your cum inside me. She didn't swallow it all. I've got it on my fingers. I think she wants it inside her pussy instead of her belly."

She then stuck those two fingers inside me. I almost moaned before she realized it and covered my mouth with her own. Once she was convinced I wasn't going to make any noise, she pulled back so she could taunt my father some more.

"She loves having her daddy's cum in her."

"God, Sarah. Is she really here?"

She motioned for me to get off the bed. She walked me to the door and wasn't quiet about opening it.

"I'm sending her to get a shower now. She's got a date to get ready for."

She closed the door behind me, leaving the two of them in the room. I leaned against the wall, relishing what we'd just done. We'd finally turned the tables on the adults. I was perversely satisfied with myself.

I then realized I better get my little butt into the shower before Sarah had the restraints off of him. She was probably doing just that as I was standing there rubbing myself. It had gone too well to carelessly risk getting caught now.

******

I'd been in the shower for about five minutes when the shower door opened and Sarah joined me.

"Sarah! I can't believe you did that!"

"You can't believe me?!" she asked incredulously. "Girl, you sucked your father's dick!"

"You started it all with that daddy-daughter talk. What got into you?!"

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head close to hers, and sternly stated, "You did."

Her mouth covered mine in a deep passionate kiss. She pushed me against the wall as she moved down my body to my pussy. She worked my clit over good until I was moaning loudly through an intense orgasm.

I was still panting when she stood up and began washing me.

"Sarah, that was fucking wild!"

"You sucked your dad's cock," she deadpanned.

"I didn't mean for it to go that far!"

"It did. Your dad loved it too."

"Does he really think I was in there?"

"No. I told him it was only me the whole time. That you don't know about him and me."

"You're a very bad girl," I said, reaching around to slap her tight little butt.

"I'm your bad girl," she softly said, hugging me.

Sarah helped me finish bathing, and getting primped for my date. When we left the bathroom together, she went and checked my parents’ bedroom, finding it empty. We then went on to my room so I could pick out what to wear that night.

While we were going through some of my clothes, I asked her, "Would you want to do something like that with your father?"

She blushed, but didn't answer. I knew what the answer was though.

"We'll see what we can setup," I winked.

I didn't know if I could actually pull off something like that. But it didn't matter. We were best friends. We could be the biggest perverts ever when we were together. We weren't going to keep things from each other ever again, no matter what.

Mrs. Thomas had been right too. Best friends usually don't keep things from each other for too long. It was hard to keep secrets from real friends. I loved Sarah.

I planned on us being thick as thieves ... forever.

(continued in chapter 21)