I woke up on Saturday morning with an erection. I thought nothing of it for a start. Hell, I woke up every morning with an erection.

Lying lazily in the early morning sunshine, I was just considering what exactly to do with it when my mother knocked lightly on the door, and swept in, completely ignoring my right to privacy. I turned over, quickly, and groaned at Mum as she pulled open the drapes and looked out at the brightness.

"Joseph, I've seen erections before, and I know what they are for. There's no need for you to hide every time I walk in the room."

"You've what... Mum!"

"What, Joseph?"

"You can't say stuff like that. It's embarrassing!"

"Oh, my word, Joseph, is that all it takes? Next you'll be telling me you don't masturbate, despite my having to wash the evidence off your sheets."

"Mum, I don't... I... You know?"

"Of course I know. I have brothers, and you did have a father, you recall?"

"Yeah, but... Oh God, can we discuss this some other time?"

"I won't have you speaking that way in my house, young man."

"What way?"

"Taking the Lord's name. I just won't have it. And don't think I haven't heard those other things you've been saying, either."

"Other things?"

"You want me to repeat them?"

"No!"

"Alright, then. Listen, I'll go. Three things first. I don't mind you masturbating. Just keep it to yourself, as you have so far. Secondly, remember we are helping with the refit at the diner today. Thirdly, don't take my casual attitude to your jerking off as an invitation to anything else."

"Else, Mum?"

"Fornication, Joseph."

"What?"

"Say, 'I beg your pardon', Joseph. Not 'what'."

"Sorry, Mum. Beg your pardon?"

"Fornication. Sex, Joseph. Between unmarried persons."

"Oh."

"Maybe if I said 'fucking'?"

"Mum!"

"Well, I won't have it in my house."

"No, I can see that."

"Are you giving me that attitude, Joseph?"

"No, Mum. I'm not."

"Good. Well, finish with that business, and get up."

"Business?"

"You know. Under there."

"Oh, you mean..."

"Masturbation, Joseph."

"Oh. I couldn't."

"No?"

"Not now."

"Well, get up then. Enough said about the matter. I try to be a proper mother, but being a father as well... it's not easy."

"I know, Mum."

"Good."

As she turned and marched back toward the door, I called out to her again. "Mum?"

She turned back, her stern look still apparent. "Yes, Joseph?"

"You do a good job, Mum. The best."

"Oh," she said, surprised. "Thank you, Joseph." Her face lit up then with a smile, and she walked out of the room, calling "I try, Joseph. I try," back over her shoulder.

I lay there for a minute thinking through the ramifications of what she had just said. Mum never talked about sex. This was something of a breakthrough. I couldn't wait to tell Mel, at the diner.

Melanie. That caused me to think a minute longer, recalling what she had done to me a few days before, and what she had made me do. My erection reappeared in short order, and I reached down to stroke it, before realising that Mum would know what I was doing, and that meant I couldn't go through with it. I wondered briefly if that was why she brought it up.

I bounced out of the bed, wide awake now, and headed for the shower, though not before pausing in front of the full length mirror near the door, to admire my physique in the reflection. Alright, not my physique, just a small part of it. It didn't look too bad, and I took another couple of tentative strokes at it, before smiling to myself, and entering the bathroom.

* * *

We showed up at the diner a few minutes before we'd agreed to, and found the place deserted, and the door locked. I wasn't used to the diner being closed, and it all seemed a bit strange. I should have taken that as a sign. The day was going to be strange indeed.

Mum and I were only there a few minutes when Mel showed up, dressed in a short denim skirt and a buttoned up shirt. I was entranced, as usual. Mum tutted disapprovingly, standing in the doorway, before Mel got close enough to hear. After that, she put on her polite voice.

"Morning, Melanie. It seems we can't get in. Perhaps we should all go home?"

"That would go down well Nancy, wouldn't it? Neil would arrive, and have to do all the work himself. I'd say we would both be looking for new jobs."

"Oh, well we can't have that."

"No, we can't. Morning, Joe."

"Hi, Mel."

"You ready to work hard all day, Joe?"

"Well, I don't know. Showing up doesn't count?"

"You get some points for that, but the rest are for actual work."

"Oh, bad luck."

"Tell you what, how about, after we finish, I take you for a swim?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Would that be alright, Nancy?"

"I suppose so, Melanie. But he doesn't have his things with him."

"We could swing past and pick them up."

"Oh, alright then. Thank you, Melanie. You sure it won't be too much trouble?"

"No, it will be fine, really. You up for it, Joe?"

"Yeah, that sounds great Mel."

"Okay. Oh, there he is."

Neil drove an old ute with more parts rusting than not. I was always surprised that he was allowed to keep it on the road. I assumed that he had an arrangement with someone who would certify it without looking too closely. Maybe over the phone. As he pulled up outside the door, I noticed that he had someone else in the cab, a man, about his size and age, from the look of it. They both piled out, and slammed the doors behind them.

"Morning, ladies," Neil called, and pretended to take a hat off his head, and bow with it. He was obviously more relaxed than usual. I'd never seen him when he wasn't working, and this was like a different person. "Ladies, may I introduce this guy to you? He's my brother, but don't hold that against him. Robert, this is Nancy, my best worker, and this is Mel. She's second best, but don't tell her. She gets a swelled head, and calls me names."

"Morning, Mel. Morning, Nancy."

Mum was the first to respond. "Best worker? Have you been drinking, Neil?"

"I have actually, Nancy, but not this morning. Rob flew in last night, and we had a couple."

"Couple, Neil"? That was Robert.

"Alright, a few more than a couple."

"He got plastered, girls. I had to help him to bed."

"Oh, you did not."

"Well, who did you think it was?"

"I was hoping the blonde."

"Fat chance. She left after you were rude to her."

"I was?"

"You were. Anyway, I know I'm the new guy here, but does this young chap not get an intro?"

"Oh, sorry, Joe. You're part of the furniture. I forgot. Robert, Joseph. Joe is Nancy's son."

"Brother."

"No, son."

"Surely not."

"Listen, there's no time today for you to be hitting on the staff. They get enough of that when we are open."

Mum managed to get a word in. "Thank you, Robert, though your attachment to reality is a little suspect."

Mel spoke up, too. "Hey, do you get hit on, Nancy? I don't." She knew she was lying, and Mum went bright red.

"Stop it, all of you," she said. "You are all talking nonsense, and you can't even blame the heat, yet. How about opening this door, Neil."

The diner seemed a little strange inside, so quiet and peaceful. It can't have just been me that noticed, because Neil immediately wandered over to the jukebox, found the appropriate key from the bunch in his hand, and selected a few tunes to play. By the time he came back to the counter, Robert had returned to the ute, picked up a roll of plans off the seat, and come back inside. He was just unrolling them when Neil stepped up and took over.

"Ladies. Yes, Robert, that includes you. This is what I want to happen...."

I lost interest at that point, knowing that they would tell me what they wanted me to do. I was also distracted by Mel, who had leaned on the counter in such a way that her legs were on display, mostly to me, and her skirt had ridden up her back so much that I could almost see her panties. I thought the whole thing was unintentional until she turned her face to me, smiled, and winked. She wiggled her butt then, just a little, to make sure I realised that it was for me. I must have blushed, and I turned away, walked along the length of the counter, and sat down. It was too early in the morning to have to hide a hard-on, and I would have to if I kept looking.

Eventually the plans were digested, tasks were assigned, and Mel came down my way, and asked if I could help her move some of the tables. They were bolted to the floor, and needed to be detached, moved, and then new holes drilled to replace the bolts. Mel knew where to put them, and handed me the spanner to start undoing them.

Soon, we were alone at one end of the diner. I was on my hands and knees under a table, and Mel had just finished removing the condiments and things that littered the top of it.

"Joe," she said quietly to me, standing next to the table.

"Yeah, Mel." I didn't look up. I was busy with the spanner.

"Joe, you know why I wore this skirt today?"

"Ah, because it's hot?"

"What is?"

"The weather."

"Oh. Not the skirt?"

"Oh." I looked up. From where I was crouching, I would see Mel's legs, and where they went all the way up inside her skirt, and her pale panties. She moved her feet apart while I watched, and wiggled her ass again. "Dammit Mel, you know it is."

"The skirt is hot?"

"Uh huh. And so are you."

"Ooh, thanks Joe. I do so like teasing you."

"I can tell."

"Of course. Well, look all you want. I like you watching. I'm bad, I know."

"I can do that. But listen, don't do anything to make me...."

"Excited?"

"Yeah, excited. I have to walk around the diner today."

"Deal."

"Cool."

"Of course Joe, if I do anything by accident, you'll just have to ask me to stop."

"Oh, Mel!"

"Relax. I'll be good, mostly. Hey Joe, did you remember I said I had a surprise for you today?"

"Yeah, I remembered, but if you think you are sending me into the toilets again, you are wrong."

"Tough guy, huh?"

"Yeah, have to be."

"You like my panties?"

"Mel!"

"See, you're not so tough. Anyway, no plans for toilets. I'm just going to tease you all day. And you need to know something. If it makes you hot, it makes me hot."

"Oh, God."

"Uh uh. Your mother wouldn't like you saying that."

"I know."

"And 'fuck'."

"Fuck what?"

"No, she doesn't like you saying 'fuck'."

"No. I must tell you what she said to me this morning, sometime. Not now."

"Okay. Hey, take your eyes off my legs for a minute, and look up here at my face."

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry."

"I like it, but you need to listen for a minute."

"Okay."

"When your surprise arrives, you have to remember to trust me, okay?"

"Arrives?"

"Arrives. Just before lunch, I hope."

"Ah, okay."

"Good. Now, back to that spanner, while I flirt some more."

"Got it."

The rest of the morning went reasonably smoothly, Mel teasing me mercilessly with glimpses up her skirt, but managing to appear to be behaving whenever anyone else was watching. We were able to unbolt and move nine of the tables, and had them all set to reattach to the floor. We stopped for a breather, and a cold drink, and Neil even brought some cold beer out from the fridge in his office. I wasn't allowed one, and had to settle for a Coke, after Mum straightened Neil out yet again, but the two men and Mel both had one. A few minutes later, Mum helped herself to a bottle that was left sitting on the counter, and after pouring it into a glass, which none of the others had bothered to do, she joined us, laughing politely at Robert's digs at his brother, teasing Neil when she had the chance. There was something odd about her behaviour, but I was slow to catch on, and couldn't quite figure out what was happening.

Just as we were finishing off the drinks, and I was continuing to be surprised by Mum's behaviour, Mel's surprise arrived.

I didn't realise for a start. A girl came walking up to the front door of the diner. A nice looking girl, my age roughly, a redhead, with freckles, and a big smile. She pulled a large wheeled bag behind her, and pounded on the door with her fist.

I happened to be near the door, and pointed at the prominent closed sign, at least half sorry that the diner wasn't open. She shook her head, and said something that I couldn't hear properly. That was when Mel looked up.

"Ah. Joe. Your surprise is here."

"Oh, that girl has brought me something?"

"No, Joe. She's the surprise."

"Huh?"

"Let her in, and I can explain."

The key to the door was still in the keyhole, and I reached over to unlock it while Mel waved to the girl outside. The door clicked open suddenly, and the girl's weight caused it to swing in very fast, and she almost fell on the floor, except that she grabbed my arm. She stood up again, quickly, as we both apologised to each other, and then she turned to Mel.

"Well, Cuz, you going to do the intro's?"

"Yes, Stella, give me a minute will you?"

"If you insist." The broad smile returned to her face. "Start with the hero here, would you?"

"Of course. Joe, this is Stella, Lenny's cousin. Stella, Joseph."

"Charmed, Sir. Thanks for the save."

"Oh no, Stella, it was nothing. But it's just Joe, not Joseph. Only my mother calls me that."

"Speaking of which, here she comes. Stella, be good for a min, would you?"

"Aren't I always, Mel?"

"Frankly, no. But please. I don't want to get the hero in trouble."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." Mum, with Neil and Rob in tow, had just wandered over to see what was going on. "Stella, this is my boss, Neil, his brother Robert, and Joe's mother, Mrs Campbell. Guys, this is Lenny's cousin, Stella. She's going to be staying with me for a while."

Mum piped up first. She seemed very chatty, and I wondered if the beer had been a good idea. "Melanie, there's no need for formality. Stella, it's Nancy."

Rob was next. "Hey, any friend of Mel's..."

"Is someone you don't know, and far too young for you." That was Neil.

"I wasn't..."

"Yes, you were. You can't help yourself."

"Oh, you can talk. That blonde last night..."

"Did I really?"

"You did. Hush. Nice to meet you, Stella. I'm Rob."

"And I'm Neil."

"Listen, brother..." Rob kept talking to Neil as they drifted away again. Mum stood there for a moment wondering what to do before deciding to go with them. She lifted a hand casually as though waving to Stella, and then left.

"Joe, she's very... casual, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's going on. It's not normal. Not for Mum."

"Hmm... Watch out for her, Stella."

"Gotcha, Cuz. Listen, can I park the bag?"

"Oh, yeah, put it in the ladies. Nowhere else will be safe, with everything moving around. Jo, can you show her where that is?"

"Yeah, sure. Come with me, Stella."

"Certainly, my hero."

"Oh, stop that."

"No, Stella, keep it up. Teasing Joe is the best fun there is around here."

Stella left her bag in the bathroom, and came back out to where we were dealing with the tables. She had a quick whispered conversation with Mel, involving far too many giggles, and then headed back to the bathroom, while Mel went and got her a coke.

When Stella returned again, She had changed out of the jeans she had been wearing, and wore a skirt remarkably like Mel's, and a pink tee shirt which might have been a little too tight. Might have been, but I'm not one to complain. The shirt left a bare midriff showing, and the skirt was too short to hide much more. Mel stood and stared at her, and so did I.

"Yeah, that ought to do it, Stella."

"You think?"

"Well, we can ask him if he likes it."

"Well, hero? Does this pass?" She stunned me then, by twirling. The skirt flew up to reveal skimpy black briefs. Stella took my complete lack of an answer as an affirmative response, and grinned back at Mel. "Yep, you're right."

"I knew it."

"You're pretty clever, aside from your choice of boyfriend."

"Lenny's alright."

"Opinions differ. He must have something going for him though, for you to stick around."

"He does."

"Is it something you can discuss?"

"No."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yep."

"I never knew."

"No reason you should know about how your cousin behaves in the bedroom, is there?"

"Is that what you were talking about?"

"You know damn well!"

"I think, Cousin Melanie, that I'm going to enjoy teasing you at least as much as teasing Joe. We just might gang up on you. Right, Joe?"

"Leave me out of this."

"Coward."

"Stella, he's not a coward. I could tell you stories."

"You better not, Mel."

"Not those ones, Joe. Later, Stella. Let's get this work finished."

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's better."

We started positioning the tables in their new positions, and got Neil to come over with each one, and make sure this was where he really wanted it. After that, the girls would hold the table while I drilled new holes through the feet into the floor, and rebolted the tables. It was hot, dirty, sweaty work, but I didn't mind at all. Mel and Stella seemed to deliberately stand in positions where I could see straight up their skirts, and the fact that they were doing it on purpose just made it worse. It was lucky that I was crouching down on the floor, and no one could see the bulge in my trousers.

With a break for lunch, and another about an hour later, we got all the tables moved, and fastened to the floor. Neil came over to check things out, and was happy with the state of the furniture. He went back to the counter, and opened the till. I assumed that he had some more instructions, but he removed some cash from the drawer, and walked back over with it.

"Umm... Mel, you want to do this the correct way, or the easy way?"

"Easy is best, Neill. What do you want to do?"

"I'll just give you the cash, okay, and then we can forget it?"

"Sure, suits."

"Okay, here you go." He counted out some notes and handed them to her. Then, as he turned to return to the till with the remainder, he had a thought. "Joe, Stella, you were a great help too. Here, I want you to have this." Generosity from Neil was unheard of, and my weird day was getting more wacky by the minute.

"You don't have to do that, Neil," I said to him, knowing that was what Mum would have wanted me to say."

"No, Neil, I just came here to meet up with Mel," said Stella. "I wasn't expecting payment."

"Well, seems to me that the fact you didn't expect it is the perfect reason to give it to you. Get Mel to come up with something, and go have fun with it." He handed us fifty dollars each, and put his hands to his ears every time we tried to thank him.

Eventually we gave up, and he smiled at us, and spoke again. "Actually guys, I had an ulterior motive. I hope you don't mind. I need someone to fill in the holes that are left from where the tables were. I've got some filler here. Maybe you could do that while you wait for Nancy to finish, Joe?"

"Oh," Mel butted in. "He isn't going with Nancy, Neil. He's coming swimming with us."

"Swimming?" That was Stella.

"Yes Stella, swimming."

"Oh, well doesn't matter that much. Never mind. You guys have fun, alright?"

"Neil, the three of us can do it, can't we?"

"Hey, I won't complain if you want to."

"I don't mind." Stella.

"Nor me." I finally spoke.

"It's settled then, Neil. Where's the filler?"

"Back of the truck. Joe, could you get it? Someone needs to let him out."

"I'll do that," Stella offered.

"Great. Leave you guys to it."

The filler was in disposable tubes, so there was no reason we couldn't all work on the job at once, and I handed out the tubes to the grinning girls. "What's so funny?"

"Well Joe, we aren't exactly dressed for this. I hope you'll be able to get your portion of the work done."

"Yeah, Joe. I can't hold my skirt down and do this. You'll have to be a gentleman, and not look."

"I won't look!"

"I bet you will. Stella, I told him earlier that he could look all he wants. Do you mind?"

"Oh, well, if you said he could, then I guess we have to let him."

They were grinning wildly now, and dropped to their hands and knees ready to start. I couldn't help but watch as they both deliberately wiggled their asses at me, and faced away from me whenever possible.

I was able to remain relatively calm until they started talking again.

"Mel, this tube of filler isn't much good."

"No?"

"No, it's going all stiff in the heat."

"Stiff?"

"Yeah, I'm having trouble keeping it under control. Is this the right way to hold it?"

"Yeah, that's it. You might need to stroke it to keep it working properly, Stella."

"I tried that, Mel, and it seems to make it stiffer."

They both collapsed, laughing, on the floor then, and pointed to my red face. I carried on with the job, as best I could, trying to pretend they weren't there. I wasn't very successful, but eventually, despite their help, we were finished. More teasing comments about how the tubes had now gone limp, and stroking them didn't seem to help at all, and then, finally, we went over to say goodbye to Mum, Neil and Robert.

The three of them seemed to have worked together rather well, but Mum and Robert especially. I realised then why Mum's behaviour had been a little strange earlier, and silently wished her luck. She needed someone, and Robert seemed nice.

Mel had another surprise for me though, before we left.

"Hey Nancy, what are you guys planning to do once you leave here?"

"Oh, just go home, and get some dinner ready for Joe, I guess."

Robert stepped straight in. "Oh, hold on, you can't do that. We have to go and celebrate. I've never worked for Neil before, and once I get out of here, I'll have to wash off the filthy accumulation of money. Well... assuming he gives me any. You have to come with me."

"Me?"

"Yes, of course. Look, he's been poisoning you with his capitalist ideas on a daily basis. You'll need a few nice wines, and a decent meal."

"You people are just despicable, you know. I pay you, and keep you safe from the streets, and then you turn on me in an instant!" Neil was grinning now.

"Tell you what, Neil." This was Rob again. "How about you come with us. Nancy has to be my date though. She works for you. It wouldn't be proper."

"No, you two go, and have fun. But not yet, you have to help me with this first."

"Hold on. Hold on." This was Mum. "I can't go gallivanting off on a drinking spree with you, Rob. I need to be at home for Joseph."

"Oh, no," Mel piped in. "That's what I was going to say. Joe can stay at our place for the night. There's plenty of room, and then you don't have to hurry home."

"Oh... I... Joe, will that be alright? Mel, are you sure?"

We stood there and convinced her, Mel insisting that it wasn't a problem, and that we could grab everything I'd need before we went swimming, Rob insisting on the curative properties of red wine, and Neil complaining that we were wasting good working time on figuring it all out.

Eventually, it was settled, and we said our goodbyes, and headed for the door. Just as we got there, Mel turned to Stella.

"Hey Stel, what about your bag?"

"Oh, yeah, it's in the ladies. Joe, could you come help with the door?"

"Yeah, sure. Come on."

As we approached the bathroom, Stella had a change of heart. "Listen," she said to me, "Could you drag the bag, and I'll hold the door?"

"Sure thing, Stella. No prob. But it's in the ladies. You might have to bring it out first."

"Oh, come on. There's no one there. You can do it."

"Well, it's just... oh, okay. I guess."

Stella held the door open for me, while I went through, and found the bag. I had never been in here before, and it felt rather weird, but I tried to concentrate on the bag. I unhooked the handle for towing it, and leaned it forward, and started to pull, but something was wrong.

"Hey Stella, the wheels won't go around."

"Oh, yeah, forgot about that. Hold on." Letting the door go, she came into the room, and up to the bag. "I could have just told you, I guess, but it's a little difficult to find the brake release, and besides, I couldn't have done this."

Without any warning, she took my head, turned it towards her, and raised her lips to my face. I didn't know what to do, but as soon as her face touched mine, I seemed to realise, and kissed her back. I don't know if it was any good, but it sure felt fine to me. She stood up close to me then, and took my hands, pulled them towards her, and placed them on her hips. Her own hands pulled my ass in toward her, and she tipped her face up and kissed me again. With some force. And a tongue. Hers. I loved it, but was terrified at the same time.

"Thanks for helping with my bag," she whispered in a husky voice.

"Ah, no problem Stella, none at all. Actually, I haven't done anything yet."

"You will though. I was just thanking you in advance."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I agree. Now tuck that thing in a bit, and let's go."

"God, you are worse than Mel."

"Not worse, better. Come on."

Stella stepped away from me, smiling again, at least partially at my attempts to reposition the bulge in my trousers, and the spectacle of redness that had formerly been my face. She opened the door again, and held it there.

"No one will notice, so long as you don't do anything silly, Joe. Just relax."

I couldn't. My mind was buzzing now, and I didn't know what to do. I took the bag, and trundled it out the door of the bathroom, doing my best to hide myself from whoever might be watching. It turned out that the only problem was Mel, and she didn't say anything until we were in the carpark.

"How we going to do this, guys? Anyone going to sit in the front?"

As I wheeled the bag to the boot of the car, both of the girls grinned at each other, and Stella yelled out, "Shotgun!" Needless to say, I ended up in the back.

As we pulled out of the carpark, Mel couldn't resist a comment. "You kissed him, didn't you, you slut!"

"I was just thanking him."

"For what?"

"Helping with my bag."

"But he hadn't done anything, and you didn't need help anyway."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well?"

"What?"

"You know."

"Oh. Enthusiastic, natural talent. No experience or training. Curable."

"Ah."

"Was that what you thought?"

"I've never kissed him Stella, but that's what I would have guessed."

"Yeah, me too."

I was left completely out of this conversation, flabbergasted, as the two of them continued chattering and giggling in the front of the car.

Eventually, we made it back to my house, and I left the two of them in the car, and went to get my stuff. Just as I got to the door, Mel stood up beside the car, and called out to me.

"Hey stud, you need a hand with your bag?"

I'm sure I went bright red again, but I ignored her as best I could, and picked up my things.

The trip from our place to the pool took about twenty minutes, most of which was spent giggling. I gave up trying to separate myself from what was going on, and just went with the flow.

When we arrived at the pool, I left the girls to get changed, and agreed to meet up with them near the main pool. When I got there, they were nowhere to be seen, and I stood around for a few minutes, feeling a little strange. It was worth it. As I looked over by the women's changing rooms, I could see them walking toward me. Mel was dressed just the way I imagined she would be, in a skimpy yellow bikini. I wasn't the only one watching her. But it was Stella that stunned me. She had on a shimmering black one-piece that hugged her curves like you wouldn't believe. The black brought out the freckles somehow as well, and the bathing suit inevitably emphasised her firm breasts. I actually jumped into the pool before they got to me, fearing that my interest would be obvious. They ran up then, and leapt in beside me. Mel was the better swimmer, and caught up to me first.

"Well stud, what do you think?"

"God, Mel. You both look stunning."

Stella surfaced beside her then. "What did he say, Mel?"

"He said we are both stunning, Stella."

"He did?"

"He did."

"A kiss then?"

"I think so."

"You can go first, Mel."

"I was planning to."

"I might have known."

With that, they both pounced on me, and kissed my cheeks, completely oblivious to the people around us. After I told Stella I could see someone from my school sitting in the stands, she took my head in her hands, just like she had in the bathroom, and kissed me the same way. I just went with the flow. What else was I going to do? Her wet lips against mine were hard to describe. They were bizarrely sticky and slippery at the same instant, and her tongue wasn't taking no for an answer this time, searching out and finding mine, entwining with it to a whispered chorus of moans. Not just Stella's.

I ducked under the water eventually, needing to escape despite the wonder of it all. I could feel my cock throbbing against my trunks, and I knew that if I stood up, I would betray my feelings. The girls thought that was a great idea, and chased me through and around the pool for the next half hour, before calling it quits and sitting in some deck chairs and smiling, just daring me to come closer.

I left them alone for a while then, needed to regain some sort of composure, and went and swam some lengths, thinking all the time about this very strange day, and especially about the very strange Stella.

After a while, they both came and stood at the end of the pool, waiting for me to get there.

Stella spoke first. "You recovered then, my hero?"

"More or less. You girls are dangerous, though."

Mel couldn't resist any longer. "It was just an erection, Joe. It's not like you don't know how to fix it."

"Mel!"

"Well, come on. Anyway, it's time to get going. Do you think you might be able to make it back to the dressing room without showing off your endowment?"

"If you two leave me alone, I can."

"He doesn't want us any more, Mel."

"Seems that way, Stella."

"He can meet us at the car, then."

"If he's quick enough."

"If he can get out of the pool."

"Without that tent problem."

"Yeah."

That was the end of the discussion, and they walked off. I knew I was in no condition to climb out of the pool, so swam another length, trying desperately to think of algebra problems, instead of swimsuits and tongues. I wasn't terribly successful, but by the time I reached the end of the pool, I was able to climb out, and hunching forward a little, make my way to the changing rooms.

I changed into my clothes quickly, and raced out the front to the car. I didn't really think they would leave without me, but didn't want to take that chance. As it was, I got there before them, and when they both arrived, dressed in their denim skirts again, I was able to speak reasonably sensibly.

We piled back into the car, Stella pretending she wanted to ride shotgun again, and then jumped into the back seat with me at the last minute. Mel just laughed and drove off. Stella behaved, mostly. She said it was a pity she couldn't twirl in the back of the car, though, because she wanted to see me blush again. You can guess what happened then. I blushed anyway.

As the car pulled up to Mel's house, Stella pointed to a blue four wheel drive parked on the side of the road. "Hey Lenny's here!"

"Listen, Stella." This was Mel, obviously. "You need to behave now. You know how he is if he thinks you've been misbehaving."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be good."

"Just make sure you do."

"Yes, Ma'am. What about Joseph?"

"He has to behave too."

"But I guess he always does?"

"Mostly, yes."

"How come I always get to hang with losers?"

"Not losers, Stella. Cautious people. No more, okay?"

"Okay Cuz. Sorry."

"No need. Just stop while Lenny is here."

"Deal, Mel."

"Cool."

I hadn't said a single word. I was finding that was easy to do with the two of them. There were very few gaps big enough for speech. We piled out of the car, and picked up the bags, along with the towels and stuff, and headed inside.

I'd never been to Mel's place before, though I'd wondered what some parts of it might be like. As it was, my guesses were all fairly seriously wrong. Mel asked Stella to show me around, after we said hi to Lenny, and she had obviously spent time here before, because she knew where everything was. After the tour was finished, I became a little concerned, mainly because I didn't know how this was going to work. There were only two bedrooms in the house, one would be occupied by Mel and Lenny, and Stella had clearly claimed the other one. Where was I supposed to be sleeping?

We retuned to the lounge and sat down to watch television with Lenny. He was watching sports, and I was happy to sit quietly while Stella brought him up to date with her life, and Mel started getting some food together in the kitchen.

After a while, I stood up, unnoticed by Lenny or Stella, and went to help Mel. I'd spent enough time helping Mum at home, and assisting at the diner, that I wasn't completely helpless, and we managed to put a meal together between the two of us, set the table, and even put on some music before we called the cousins in to eat.

The meal was pretty cool. It was kind of like a double date, and both of the girls were behaving, so I didn't have any reason to turn bright red. Stella chattered endlessly, talking about things that had happened since her last visit, and Both Lenny and Mel managed the odd word. It was very pleasant. At the end of the meal, Mel wanted to know what plans Lenny had for the evening.

"None, Mel. You know me. Once I sit down, that's about it."

"So you just going to watch TV?"

"I guess so."

"Well, you can't watch too late."

"No? Why not?"

"Well, because you'll be sitting on Joe's bed."

"Oh, is the runt staying?"

I didn't mind this. Lenny always talked about me as though I wasn't there, and he had called me the runt ever since the first time we met.

"Yes, Lenny, he's staying. Nancy has a date."

"No."

"Yeah, she does. Well, sort of. Is it a date, Joe?"

"I'm still not certain, to tell the truth. It's something, that's for sure."

"Who's it with then?"

Mel answered. "You won't believe that bit. Neil's brother."

"No fucking way!"

"Yep, really. He showed up to help with the moving today, and he and Nancy got talking."

"Joe, buddy, is this for real? Your mum is dating this guy who's related to Neil?"

"Well, dunno about dating. She's out for dinner with him."

Stella piped in then. "It's a date, alright. I saw the way they looked at each other."

"Well, fuck me!"

"Not now dear. We have company."

"Oh, har de har. But really, that's a scream."

"I thought you'd like that." Mel kissed him on the cheek, and started to pick up the dishes.

"No, you leave them, Mel. I'll fix them. What's his name then? This guy?"

Mel put the dishes in his hands, and kissed him again. "Thanks. Robert. Rob. Don't forget the oven dish."

"Robert and Nancy, sitting in a tree..." His singing faded as he turned through the kitchen door, chuckling.

I was relieved and worried, all at once. Relieved to find that I had somewhere to sleep after all, worried about whether Mum really knew what she was getting into.

"Hey, glum cheeks."

"Sorry, Mel."

"She'll be fine. We were just teasing."

"Yeah," Stella piped up. "Just like with the twirling."

"Oh look, Stella, he's gone all red again. Leave him alone for a bit."

The girls grabbed dishes and cutlery from the table, and I helped, taking it all in the kitchen, and dropping it on the bench, to much cheerful grumbling from Lenny. Mel kissed him again, and we left him to it.

The rest of the evening went fairly smoothly. All of us sat and watched some action movie, and didn't say much. I felt strangely comfortable, and relaxed into the armchair, and just listened to the conversation. By the time the movie was over, Lenny had fallen asleep on the couch, and Mel had to wake him to get him to go to bed. She certainly had control over her lumbering giant, and he wandered off without complaint, grunting a goodnight back to us.

As soon as they were out of the room, Stella turned to me, and said, "I'm going to bed now, hero. Come and get some blankets, and you can watch TV or whatever you want. I'm bushed."

"You know where they are?"

"Sure do, Joe. I've stayed here a bit, and if someone else is here, I sleep on the couch too. It folds out. Gimme a hand with that side. Nah, lift it there. Yeah, that's it."

A few minutes later, I had the room to myself. Stella had retrieved the blankets, and a couple of pillows, and left. Not for long though. Just as I was sitting down, she waltzed back in.

"Hey Joe, forgot something."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Two things, actually."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She walked up to me, and sat beside me on the sofa, and took my head into her hands again. I knew what to expect this time, and I melted into her, my hands lifting to hold her head, and we kissed, more casually this time, for longer, and much, much better. Eventually she released me, looked at me, and smiled. "You know, Joe, you are a fast learner."

"I have a good teacher."

"I bet you say that to all the girls." She jumped up from the couch, and headed toward the door.

"Hey, Stella?"

She turned. "Mmm?"

"You said two things."

"Huh?"

"You said you had two things you forgot to do."

"Oh, yeah. That's right." She walked back over to me, and knelt on the carpet. "Give me your hand."

I held my hand out to her.

"No, the other one."

"Oh."

"Yeah, Mel was saying about it. She's right too."

"Right?"

"It is sexy."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Stella lifted my hand then, to her face, and kissed each of the six fingers. "I think so. Goodnight, hero."

She turned and left then, a twirl of her skirt showing her panties yet again, but I hardly noticed. I was still in shock about my hand. I'd always begrudged the extra finger, thinking it was just a damn nuisance, but now I was having second thoughts.

I sat and stared at the TV for a while, and then realised I wasn't really taking much notice, and got up and turned it and the lights off. I stumbled back to the couch, pulled my shirt off over my head, undid and stepped out of my jeans, and climbed in between the blankets with just my underpants on.

I'm not sure I believe that this actually happened, but I think I was so tired and over-stimulated that my body gave up. No sooner did my head hit the pillow than I dropped off to sleep.

* * *

I woke a few hours later with that peculiar visual clarity that only very early morning can bring, knowing that something had triggered my reaction, but having no idea what it was. I lay back, wondering what had woken me up, and saw the door to Stella's room slowly open. She was dressed in a longish teeshirt. Not too long though, because I could see her black panties, and she was actually creeping across the floor. I realised that she was heading for the bathroom, and must have been trying hard not to wake me up. I said nothing, and watched her as she passed me, turned down the hallway, and presumably went into the bathroom. She didn't take long, and soon she was creeping back, and I felt I needed to say something this time.

"Stella? I'm not asleep."

She stopped then. "Oh shit, I was trying hard not to wake you."

"You didn't," I lied. "I was already awake."

"Oh. Well then. You okay?"

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Okay. Joe, should I go, or do you feel like talking?"

"Oh, talking, by all means."

She came over, and sat near the end of the sofa, her shirt riding up and showing off both her legs and her panties again. She didn't seem to care at all. "Oh, good. I couldn't get to sleep."

"I got some sleep, I think."

"Oh, good. God, it's not so warm now."

"You're cold? Here, you want one of these blankets?"

"Nah, I... what I really want is to climb in there with you, and then talk quietly."

"Oh!"

"You're not comfortable with that idea?"

"Well, I like the idea..."

"But?"

"Well, I'm naked in here."

"You are?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Joe?"

"Yeah, Stella?"

"I could fix that."

"How?"

"Like this." She stood then, right in front of me, and lifted the shirt over her head, and threw it on the floor. Cute redhead, dressed only in skimpy black panties, perky freckled breasts on show, broad smile. I responded just as you might think I would.

"Oh, God."

"Listen, if you tell me you don't want me here, I'll just go back to my room."

"No, it's not that. God, you're beautiful, Stella."

"Well, thanks." Smiling at me again, she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her panties, and without any attempt to turn away, dropped them down her legs, and stepped out of them. "Now we're both naked. Can I get in?"

I was flabbergasted. I'd never seen a live naked woman before, and Stella was a stunner. I didn't know what to say.

"Can I take your silence as acceptance? I'm getting cold here." She lifted the blanket then, and slithered in beside me. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just..."

"Hey, you're not naked! You said that just so I'd take my panties off!"

"Huh? No, no, I just didn't think you'd..."

"Come on, off with them."

"I can't Stella. I mean, I've got a..."

"Stiffy? I'd hope so."

"Yeah, but..."

"No point in embarrassment now. Listen, tell you what, I'll curl in behind you, and I won't be able to tell, okay?"

"I guess if..."

"Oh, come on, Joe. Right, there we go. How hard is that? No, not that. I mean, how hard is it to remove them? Come on."

I did. I still don't know how I managed it, but Stella was very persuasive. And she did cuddle in behind me, her breasts pressed against my back, her red pubic hair tickling my ass, and her warm breath on my shoulders. I was too scared to move for a while, wondering what else could happen. I was also harder than I had ever been in my life, desperate to do something about it, but paralysed with fear. Stella seemed to understand somehow, and gave me some time. Her reassuring voice and her gentle hands calmed the fear, and kept flickering away at the arousal. Eventually, I was able to speak, and even managed to turn to face her.

"Listen Stella, I don't know what you think about me..."

"Shh. Doesn't matter. I think you are cute, and sexy, and you are my hero today. What else matters?"

"It's just, I don't know any girls like you."

"Like me?"

"Yeah, well, forward."

"Oh. What about Mel?"

"Yeah, well, Mel is, sure, but I've never been naked in bed with her."

"Sofa."

"Yeah, well not a sofa, either"

"Lucky you."

"Huh?'

"She's a tiger."

"Oh. How do you know?"

"Another time. Listen, I'll tell you straight. I want to make love to you. If you don't want to, tell me, and we can just lie here together, or I can go away. Up to you."

"Oh, I want to."

"Good."

"But..."

"But?"

"Yeah, well, what about... protection, then?"

"Oh, I'm on the pill. You don't need to worry."

"Yeah, but... no offense. I think you are wonderful, but what about ... catching something?"

"Oh, disease? I'm willing to take the risk. I suspect you haven't been anywhere you could catch anything, right?"

"Oh, I've been... no."

"Thought not. That's cool. But you are right, I guess. You don't know where I've been."

"Oh, I wasn't suggesting..."

"I know you weren't, but that's fair. I'm not the most innocent girl around, Joe."

"Oh."

"Wait there a minute." With that, she jumped up from the sofa, and danced out of the room, careless now of both her nudity and the cold. She was back very fast, leaping back into the warmth of the make-do bed. "Okay, I got some."

"Some?"

"Condoms, silly."

"Oh."

"Listen, do you want to go through with this? Because I'm really hot and wet, and I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you this afternoon. Mel had to talk me out of appearing in the men's changing rooms, and fucking you there."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Exactly. Is that a yes?"

"Yes. God."

"I've seen you looking at me all afternoon, and your stares make me wet. Your innocent kisses drive me up the wall. Fuck me, Joe?"

"Okay."

"Good."

She stopped talking then, turned me onto my back, and ripped the cover from the condom with her teeth. Throwing the blanket back, she approached my cock with her hand, stopping to look at it. With the condom in one hand, she held my cock with the other, stroking it lightly as her other hand approached. It was more than I could stand, and without any warning, I exploded in her hand, spraying hot semen all over my chest, and her hand. I was appalled, until she started to giggle.

"Well, that's probably just as well, I think, because you weren't going to last long with that." She jumped up from the couch again, and grabbed a box of tissues, and wiped the mess from my chest. "You know, you have a sexy chest as well."

"Not as sexy as yours."

"It's all about perspective, Joe. Would you like to feel them?"

I didn't need to be asked twice, and I lifted myself from the sofa, and lay Stella down on her back. Putting my hands on the sides of her face, I slowly slid them down over her neck, onto her shoulders, and then down onto her breasts. She shuddered as my fingertips lightly touched her nipples, and a moan escaped her mouth.

Realising that I couldn't do this justice from where I was, I straddled her body then, my legs either side of her hips, and started again from her neck. She wriggled as I touched her, sighing from time to time, and I kept up the same light pressure.

Sliding down off her breasts now, my hands found their way down to her stomach, and I twirled around her navel, stopping to kiss her there as well, and carried on down.

Eventually, my fingertips encountered her wiry pubic hair, and I slid down through that, my thumbs stroking down the sides of her wet slit, her body responding to my every touch. I'd read enough books, and looked at enough pictures to know what I was supposed to be doing, but the books certainly didn't live up to this. Stroking up and down slowly still with one hand, I delved deeper with the other, finding the opening without trouble, her legs spreading in invitation, and my finger sank into a hot and wet receptacle. The feeling was amazing, and Stella was obviously enjoying it, so I started to move my finger in and out of her, timing my movement to the thrusts of her hips. I had a brainstorm suddenly, and removed my hand for a moment, replacing the finger that was there with another, with my extra one, my special finger. My other hand found its way to her most sensitive spot, and I explored there delicately, keeping the thrusting movements up, and Stella's whole body jerked, her legs clamped shut on my finger, and her hands pulled mine away from her clitoris. I thought I must have done something terribly wrong, until she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"You might be new, but you are a natural, you know. Just like with the kissing."

"Oh, you mean, you..."

"Uh huh. It was very nice too. Thank you."

"Oh, it was... my pleasure." I broke into a smile then too, feeling very proud of making a woman orgasm for the first time.

"But Joe?"

"Uh huh."

"I still want you to fuck me."

"Oh. Good."

"You think you can put that condom on now?"

"Well, if you help."

"Look what happened last time."

"I'll be careful."

"Alright. Then I'll help."

"Thanks."

It was weird. Having both orgasmed, the pressure was off, and we were back to laughing and joking around. I was still straddling her body, and she reached up and grabbed the condom, and planted it on my once again erect penis without any trouble.

"That's better, stud. Now how about shuffling down there a bit, and getting between my legs."

"Like this?"

"Yes, just like that. Now, lean forward, and I'll lift a bit, to help. You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

Without any more fuss, she slid her hips toward me, and I slid in, my cock now resting where my fingers had recently been. This was a big moment. All my dreams, reading, and wanking had been nothing compared to the reality. My cock was inside a woman. And not just any woman. Stella was gorgeous, and she wanted me. Wanted me almost as much as I wanted her.

"Mmmm. I knew I needed you in there, Hero."

"I needed to be in there too, Stella. God!"

"Listen, how about you just stay still if you can, and I can rock under you."

"Whatever you say."

"Like this."

"Oh, Stella."

"You like?"

"Oh, I like. You are very sexy, you know."

"Oh, so are you. I might have some experience, but I'm no slut. I wouldn't be here if you weren't so hot."

"Oh, stop that."

"This?"

"No, don't stop that. That other business, telling me I'm hot."

"Joe, you made me come with your fingers. Is that hot?"

"My extra finger."

"Really?"

"Really."

"God, that's hot."

"Well, I guess so."

"It is. Now shut up and concentrate. I'm going to come again. Soon."

"Oh, God."

"Yeah. You can move a bit, if you want."

"Like this?"

"Oh, fuck yes, like that."

"More?"

"You want me to come, Joe?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Well yeah, like ... Oh fuck!"

"Oh, Fuck!" My echo was appropriate. Stella had orgasmed again, and as her body clamped around mine, I couldn't take any more, and I came, spraying hot come into the condom deep inside her, both of us shuddering to a halt, the friction suddenly unbearable, and wonderful.

We lay there together for a few minutes, our sweat mixing; both of us struggling a little for a breath. The room was silent, and beautiful, for a minute.

Stella spoke first. "Joe, ya gotta get the condom out of there, before you go soft."

"Oh."

"Just pull out, gently, but hold onto it... Oh, that feels nice. Yeah, that's it. Now pull it off, and throw it on the coffee table. I just want to lie here a few minutes, then we can clean it all up."

"You're gorgeous, you know that?"

"Yeah, every woman is gorgeous just after sex. You need to tell me that tomorrow, stud."

"I will."

"Good. For now, though, would you mind burying your face in my breasts, and shutting up?"

"No problem."

"I thought not."

So I did. I relaxed, stretched out on top of Stella's sweaty body, and kissed her breasts before letting my head relax, held in place by the firm mounds.

You know what happened next, right? Yeah, we fell asleep. The two of us, naked, spent, exhausted, relaxed, relieved and comatose. Whoops.

The next thing I knew, Mel was tapping both of us on the shoulders, and telling Stella to get her ass out of there, pronto.

"Come on Stella. Christ, I'm pleased you had fun, and you have to tell me later, but Lenny doesn't need to see this."

"Sorry, Mel."

"Shut up, Joe. Look at that smile, Stella. He's got that 'stud' grin."

"He deserves it."

"Well, good. But grab your stuff and get out of here. Joe, you stay, and pretend to be asleep. I'll clean up the condom. Why do I always get these jobs?"

"Sorry, Mel."

"I told you to shut up, stud. You're asleep. Christ, Stella, pick up your panties, would you? He's not stupid. You want him to tell your mum?"

"Nope, sorry. Anything else?"

"Throw Joe his undies. Or take them with you. That's it. Good."

Stella jumped over some obstacles and headed for her room. Halfway across the floor though, she stopped, turned back, and ran toward the couch.

"What is it now, Stella?"

"Just gotta... say thanks."

"Oh, for God's sake."

"Shut up, Mel." She reached where I was, and dragged me into an embrace. More of a hug than a kiss, despite our lips being pressed together. "Thanks, lover. Talk to you later." I watched her ass disappear through the doorway, an admittedly smug smile on my face.

"Behave, Joe. You don't want Lenny to get pissed off."

"I don't."

"I'm proud of you, though."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Later. Stud."