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{ASSM} <Easter> Easter Dinner {Sigerson H.} (MF cons)

WARNING!
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Easter Dinner
Copyright April 2001

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

MF-cons-inc

Easter Dinner

My name is Sam.  My girlfriend, Barb, and I had been going 
together for a year and were getting pretty serious about 
living together and were even discussing marriage.  We 
still had separate apartments in Minneapolis but usually 
spent the weekend at her place.  That's where we were when 
the phone call came. 

We had just finished an exhausting session of sheet-
rumpling sex on a quiet Sunday morning in her apartment.  I 
was nuzzling Barb's perfectly shaped tits when the damn 
telephone rang.  I continued to nibble on a puckered nipple 
as she answered the phone with a sultry "Hello."

She sat up and pushed my head away from her delicious 
mounds as she continued "Hi, Daddy!"

I took the hint that my sexual attentions were not desired 
when she spoke to her parents.  I settled back down on the 
bed to snooze while she talked with her parents.

"Uh- huh. Yeah.  Uh-huh.  O.K."

Barb put her hand on my chest and twisted my chest hair in 
her fingers.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun.  We'll be there.  See you next 
week, Daddy.  'Bye."

Alarms started going off in my head.  "Who are we going to 
see?" I asked cautiously.

"We're going to my parents for Easter dinner," Barb 
responded as she laid her head on my chest and moved her 
hand down to my groin.  My cock responded to the gentle 
touch of her fingers.

"Your parents?" I croaked.  We had just been talking about 
marriage last night.  I wasn't ready to meet anybody's 
parents.  I glanced at the door and the window as I fought 
the rising panic.  I imagined her father bursting into the 
room to avenge his daughter's despoliation at the hands of 
a smarmy Don Juan.

Barb grasped my cock and bent down to kiss the head of my 
half erect member. Visions of avenging fathers fought with 
anticipations of blowjobs.  My cock didn't know whether to 
get hard or not.

Barb continued to talk between kisses.  "Yeah."  Kiss.  
"They invited us for Easter dinner."  Kiss.  Kiss.  "Work 
is slow for both of us,"  Kiss.  "so I accepted."  Kiss.  
"We can drive down on Thursday."  Kiss.  "and stay with 
them over the weekend."  Kiss.  Kiss.  "It'll be fun."  She 
took the head of my erect cock into her mouth.  My cock 
made up my mind for me.

Avenging fathers 0, Blow jobs 1.

I laid back to accepted defeat gracefully.

.

We didn't get out of town until late afternoon on Thursday.  
We wouldn't get to Bismarck until close to midnight.  
Everything was going wrong with this trip.  Doom stalked us 
as we drove west on I94.

For those of you who have never done it, driving across the 
Minnesota prairie in April is boring.  It isn't beautiful.  
It isn't magnificent.  It's just plain boring.  I had been 
born and raised in Minneapolis.  I had been outside the 
city only a handful of times and liked things that way.  
This driving to Bismarck, North Dakota was just plain nuts.

"It's only 450 miles!" Barb had said.  "We can be there in 
less than eight hours."

So here we are just passing some signs that point the way 
to Alexandria.  The prairie is flat, brown, and lifeless.  
The scattered drifts of half melted snow did not add to the 
beauty of the flat terrain.  There are only a few cars on 
the road in the other lane of the freeway and an occasional 
semi climbing up my tail pipe to pass me.

I'd run out of things to talk about after only two hours of 
driving.  We had another six hours together in a goddamn 
car.  Barb was asleep.  I tried to find something on the 
radio that wasn't country music, religious, or farm 
reports.  How could anybody live out here?

Barb snored so loudly she woke herself up.  "Where are we?"

"Coming up on someplace called Alexandria."

"Pull off for gas.  I need to go."

Between waiting for Truck drivers and farmers to chat about 
the fricking weather it took us twenty minutes to get back 
on the road.  Barb didn't even bother getting in the front 
seat with me.  She crawled into the back and began moving 
our luggage around the back of my Jeep.

After about fifteen minutes Barb climbed over the seat and 
buckled herself in again.

"There's a rest area just before Fergus Falls.  Pull off 
there and park at the far end of the lot."

"Why?" I asked a bit more sharply than I intended.

"So we can climb in the back and screw each other on the 
bed I just made."

I angled the rearview mirror so that I could see the back 
of my vehicle.  Barb had folded down the back seat and made 
a bed for us.  "How far to Frostbite Falls?"  I was getting 
a hard-on just thinking about the sex that awaited me.

"It's Fergus Falls not Frostbite Falls.  It's about fifty 
miles ahead.  We should be there just around dark.  Make 
sure you park away from all the lights and I will 
personally make sure that you get your rocks off in a 
thoroughly enjoyable way.  I've already started undressing 
for you."

Barb unbuttoned her shirt and flashed her bare tits at me.  
Then she unzipped her jeans and showed me that she had 
removed her panties also.  She quickly rearranged her 
clothing as another semi passed us.

I increased our speed by another five miles per hour.

.

One end of the parking lot was dark when we pulled in.  
There were only a half dozen cars and semis in the lot when 
I parked in the shadows between two of the lampposts.

"It's cold outside so leave the engine running and come on 
back."  Barb climbed over the seat and removed her shirt.  
She winked at me seductively before throwing the shirt at 
me and lying down.  She raised her legs in the air as she 
wriggled out of her jeans.  She threw them at me and spread 
her legs obscenely exposing her clean-shaven pussy lips to 
my hungry eyes.

I scrambled over the seat to lie next to Barb on the 
homemade 'bed' she had made out of a couple sleeping bags 
and pillows.  I had wondered why she wanted to throw them 
in the back when we were packing for the trip.  It didn't 
look like such a bad idea now.

Barb raised herself on one elbow.  "Let me help you get 
comfy," she said as she unbuttoned my shirt.  She continued 
undressing me until I was as naked as she was.  I was horny 
as hell and ready to fuck right then and there.  I tried to 
roll Barb onto her back but she stopped me.

"Hold it Sam.  I want to be on top."  Barb positioned her 
crotch over my mouth and began to suck my cock.  I fucked 
her pussy with my tongue as well as I could.  It was 
difficult to keep my mind on pleasuring her while my cock 
was buried in her throat.  God that woman does know how to 
suck cock.

Abruptly she pulled her crotch out of reach of my tongue 
and stopped sucking me.  She positioned her crotch right 
over my cock.  She didn't need any additional lubrication 
as she sank her pussy onto my erection.  I fought the urge 
to come immediately.

I heard a thump as she sat back on her heels followed by a 
loud "Shit!"

"Are you all right?"

"I bumped my head on the roof.  I thought there was more 
room in these things."

Barb leaned over to dangle her boobs over my chest as she 
humped herself on my cock.  I groaned with delight.

It didn't take long before I was filling her wet pussy with 
cum.  She sat up as she reached down to her crotch to rub 
her clit and bring herself to orgasm.  She bumped her head 
on the roof again eliciting another annoyed "Shit!"

I could feel her fingers working on her clit as my cock 
shrank back to normal size.  It only took her a couple of 
minutes to orgasm.

She collapsed onto my chest.

I pulled one of the sleeping bags over us and we fell 
asleep while we cuddled.

A sharp rap on the window brought me awake.

I looked toward the windshield and was blinded by the 
spotlight that lit the interior of my car.  When I managed 
to get the side window open I saw what I dreaded.  A state 
patrol car was parked beside my Jeep.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself.  "Can I help you officer?"

The patrolman redirected his flashlight to my face.  It was 
like looking directly at the sun.  I tried to shield my 
eyes with my hand.

"You've been here for almost an hour, sir.  Is everything 
all right?

"Yes, officer.  I was getting tired so I pulled off to take 
a nap."

"Well, you're not supposed to sleep here, sir.  If you're 
tired, I suggest that you pull off at the Fergus Falls exit 
and check into a motel.  May I see some ID?"

The flashlight swept the interior while I tried to find my 
pants.  Barb's nipples were barely covered by the sleeping 
bag.  Thank god I had opted for the tinted windows.  I 
tried to pull the sleeping bag over Barb's chest as 
inconspicuously as possible while I handed my driver's 
license to the patrolman.

He looked at if for a minute.  While he was comparing the 
picture to my face, I heard his car radio squawk some 
unintelligible message.  It must have meant something to 
the patrolman however because he suddenly handed me my 
license and snapped off his flashlight.  "Sir, I suggest 
you get on the road in the next fifteen minutes.  If you 
need to 'nap' anymore tonight, pull off and check into a 
motel."

"Thank you officer.  I will."

The patrolman hustled to his car and started talking to 
someone with his radio.

I shook Barb's shoulder.  "Get dressed," I hissed.  "We've 
got fifteen minutes to get out of Dodge."

I got dressed and headed to the bathroom while Barb was 
looking for her clothes.  When I got back to my Jeep the 
patrolman started his car.  I got in and turned on the 
lights.  Barb was sitting in the passenger seat wrapped in 
one of the sleeping bags.

"I hope you're dressed under that," I said.  I didn't need 
her to flash her tits at an already irritated state 
trooper.  She opened the bag to show me her shirt.

The patrolman followed me to the freeway entrance.  I 
turned into the westbound ramp while he took the eastbound 
ramp.

We drove in silence until I saw the exit for Frostbite 
Falls.  I glanced at the gas gauge and pulled off to gas 
up.

While I was filling the tank, I gave serious consideration 
to taking the eastbound ramp when we got back on the road.  
This trip was already going badly.  I never liked driving 
all that much and we still had about four more hours ahead 
of us.  We wouldn't be in Bismarck until close to midnight.

Barb started laughing when I got back in the car.  That 
eastbound entrance looked better and better.

"What's so damn funny?"

"You should have seen the look on your face while you were 
scrambling around trying to find your clothes!  It was 
hilarious!"  She dissolved into laughter.

I fumed at the indignity of being laughed at for a few 
minutes and then started laughing with her.  It had turned 
out all right.  Nobody was going to jail for having sex in 
a public place.  I just had to make sure it didn't happen 
again.

.

Three and half hours later I had decided that driving in 
Minnesota in April was exciting.  When compared to a night 
drive across North Dakota in April it was down right heart 
stopping.

North Dakota was a lot like Minnesota.  Only flatter.  
Fewer trees.  Fewer people.  More desolate.  The people who 
lived here had to be crazy.  Or maybe they just became 
crazy by living here.

Barb and I talked almost non-stop since getting back on the 
highway.  We discussed almost every subject under the sun 
as we covered the mile after mile of bleak prairie.  The 
more we talked the more I was convinced that I wanted to 
spend my life with her.  The trip was not a disaster.  It 
provided us with a chance to really learn a lot about each 
other.  The miles seemed to fly by in the cold black 
wilderness.

 From time to time the low-hanging clouds on the horizon 
would begin to glow.  As we drew closer the glow would grow 
a little brighter and eventually the bright lights of 
street lamps and houses would stand out like diamonds on 
the low hills off to one side of the freeway.  Then 
suddenly the sky ahead would turn back into a colorless 
black mass.  Eventually another blob of light would appear 
on the horizon and repeat the sequence.  In between those 
isolated islands of light, nothing existed outside of our 
hospitable bubble of climate-controlled comfort and that 
endless white ribbon of concrete.

The first billboards announcing motels in Bismarck 
appeared.  Only thirty more miles.

Barb leaned over to kiss my cheek.  "There's a rest area 
about ten miles before Bismarck.  Pull off so I can go 
potty."

I leered at her.  "Is that all you want to do?" I asked 
suggestively.

She grinned back at me.  "Maybe."

I sped up a little.

There was no one in the parking lot.  Not even a semi.  I 
couldn't even see headlights on the highway.

The temperature was below freezing outside.  The wind 
sucked the heat out of every exposed piece of skin.  Barb 
and I held hands as we sprinted from the car to the 
bathrooms.  I kissed her at the door.  She pushed me away 
after only a few seconds.

"It's too cold out here.  Wait until were back in the car."

We both finished our business and ran back to the car.  The 
parking lot was still empty except for my Jeep.  I started 
the car and Barb and I resumed kissing as we warmed up.

"Move your seat all the way back," said Barb breathily as 
she reached for my zipper.

She didn't have to ask me twice.

Barb was as good as always.  Despite having one orgasm only 
a few hours earlier, she soon had me on the verge of 
another one.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped.  Barb usually got a towel at 
this point and let me shoot my wad into that.  This time 
she sucked harder.  

Just as I started to cum a semi pulled into the lot.  I was 
too preoccupied to care.  I was filling Barb's mouth with 
semen and that was all that mattered.

She kept my cock in her mouth as my erection began to 
subside.  I stroked her hair as I recovered from the 
orgasm.

The driver of the truck walked past us on his way to the 
bathroom.  He glanced my way.  I thought there was a chance 
that he wouldn't see what was going on but he grinned 
broadly and gave me a thumbs up.

Barb finally sat up.  "You came pretty quick.  Care to 
return the favor?"

"Uhh, not right now.  We have company."  I gestured towards 
the semi that was idling a couple dozen yards down the lot.

"Poop."  Barb truly looked disappointed.  "Well I have to 
get my bra back on before we pull into town.  Can you get 
it for me?  It's in my overnight bag way at the back."

I looked towards the back of the Jeep.  It would be easier 
to get out and open the tailgate to get the bag.  I sighed 
and went out into the cold night once more.

At least the bra was right on top.

Barb had her shirt off by the time I got back in.  The 
trucker got an eyeful of Barb's breasts as he walked back 
to his truck.  He grinned even more broadly at both of us 
and gave both of us a thumbs up sign.  I smiled back 
weakly.  Barb stuck out her tongue and adjusted her breasts 
in the cups of her bra.

She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her knees.  
"Sure you don't want to have a little pussy snack before we 
get back on the road?"

I reached over to caress her clean-shaven pussy lips.  
"Sweety, I would love to lick you to a toe curling orgasm.  
Unfortunately we still have an audience and I don't want to 
put on a show with you.  I'll take care of you when we're 
in bed."

Barb frowned.  She pulled her panties and jeans back up in 
silence.  I had the feeling she wanted to say something but 
was reluctant for some reason.  She finally broke the 
silence as she zipped up her jeans.

"You know, Sam, my parents are pretty conservative."

"Yeah.  You've told me that."

"Well, my dad thinks it's a sin for people to have sex 
before they're married."

"You've told me that, too.  What are you trying not to 
say?"

"We can't sleep together at my parents house."

"I didn't think we could.  I wouldn't insult your father by 
suggesting that we should."

Barb let out a sigh of relief.

"That's why I made a reservation for us at a motel.  We'll 
stop at your parent's house to say hello and then go to the 
motel to sleep.  It took me almost six hours of calling 
around to find a room.  There must be a dozen conventions 
in town this weekend."

"Well, the thing is, my parents are expecting us to stay 
with them.  Me in my old room and you in my brother's 
room."

"We'll just tell them that we don't want them to go to any 
extra effort and make a polite goodbye."

"Actually, I told them that we wanted to stay with them."

I closed my eyes and practiced my breathing exercises.  It 
was already Friday morning.  That means that we would just 
have to sleep apart three nights.  In the same house.  Just 
a few doors apart.  I could do this.  I loved this woman.  
I wanted to marry her.  It was only three nights.

I smiled and kissed her.  "That's O.K., dear.  We can 
control our sexual appetites for a few nights.  Sex will be 
all the sweeter when we get back to the Cities.  It's much 
more important that we spend some time with your family."  
I waited for the lightning to strike the car.  Nobody could 
lie so much in so few sentences and not be struck dead.

Barb kissed my hand.  "Thank you for being so 
understanding, Sam.  I was worried that you would be upset 
at having to spend the weekend at my parents house."

"Well, I am disappointed, of course.  But I love you.  I'm 
willing to whatever I need to do to make this weekend 
special for you."

"Oh, you're the best, honey."  Barb kissed me again.  For a 
long time.  I was already starting to recover.  Maybe we 
could find a motel on the way home.  For a couple hours or 
so.

"Let's get going, dear.  You're parents are waiting for 
us."

I backed out of the parking space and headed for the 
highway.

I used my cell phone to call the motel and cancel our 
reservation.  They told me I still had to pay for the first 
night and I said that was fine.  Another lie wasn't going 
to kill me.

.

Barb's parents lived in a huge house overlooking the 
Bismarck Country Club golf course.  The place looked like 
one of those suburban homes that one would see in old 
sitcoms.  The house was huge.  The view was spectacular 
even at night.  The clouds were starting to break up and 
the quarter moon glistened off the remaining snow banks 
that dotted the golf course.  Off to east the lights of the 
city stretched to the horizon.

It felt great to be back in a city.  Any city.  Even this 
one.  Thank god I'm not a country boy.

Barb ran to the door while I got the bags out of the Jeep.  
Her parents had the door open before she got to the top 
step.

I held the bags at the bottom of the stairs while they 
hugged and kissed and asked how everybody was.  They had 
talked on the phone only ten minutes earlier when we took 
the exit for Bismarck.  We probably would have stood there 
for another thirty minutes if I hadn't spoken up.

"Where can I put these bags down, Barb?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sam.  Daddy, Mommy, this is Sam.  Sam this 
is my Dad, Jack, and my Mom, Helen."

I put down my suitcase and shook hands.  "How do you, Mr. 
Johnson, Mrs. Johnson.  It's very nice to finally meet you.  
Thank you for inviting me to spend the weekend with your 
family."

"Oh, that's your more than welcome, Sam," said Mrs. 
Johnson.  "Barb's told us so much about you, that you're 
like one of the family."

"You certainly are, Sam.  Let the boy come in, Helen.  It's 
cold out here and the kids have been driving for hours."

Mr. Johnson grabbed one of the suitcases and we all got 
went inside.  The house was just as nice inside as it was 
outside.  Very spacious and very lush.  The Johnson's 
definitely had money.

"Follow me, Sam. I'll show you where to put the suitcases."

"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson."

"Call me Jack.  Everybody does."

"Sure, Jack."

I followed Jack up the stairs and down a hallway.  He 
opened the first door on the left.  "This will be your 
room, Sam.  It's really Billy's room, but he's away at 
college."

I squeezed past Jack and put down my bag.  "Thank you."

Jack was still standing in the doorway when I turned 
around.  "I'm not sure how to say this, Sam, so I guess the 
best way is to be blunt.  I expect a certain level of 
morality from my guests.  This is a Christian home with 
Christian people living in it.  I don't know what you and 
Barb do back in Minneapolis and frankly I don't want to 
know.  But here in my house, I expect you to be respectful 
of me and my standards."

"I understand completely, Jack.  Barb and I already 
discussed this.  While we're in your house we will not do 
anything that might make you regret inviting me.  You have 
my word."

Jack looked at me for a long time.  I began to think that 
he hadn't believed me.  He finally spoke.

"Good.  I'm glad you see things my way.  I'm sure we'll get 
along.  Barb's room is across the hall."

Jack opened the door across the hall from my room and set 
down Barb's suitcase.

"The bathroom is right next to your room.  There's a 
connecting door from your room and there's a door in the 
hallway.  Rhonda's room also connects to the bathroom so be 
sure to knock before you open the door from your room, and 
you should lock the doors while you're in there.  Now let's 
go downstairs and join the girls."

Barb and Helen were sitting at the kitchen table drinking 
herbal tea and chatting about people I had never heard of.  
So and so was pregnant again.  Someone was getting married 
and someone else was getting divorced.  The typical stuff 
that makes a newcomer feel like an outsider.

Barb was a virtual carbon copy of her mother.  Perhaps a 
shade taller but the same build and shape.  Both were just 
a little over five feet tall, slender, blonde, and very 
little excess fat.  Even the hair was styled similarly.

Jack was built like a Viking.  Slightly taller than Helen 
but broad shouldered and all muscle.  He might be managing 
a construction company now, but he still looked like he 
could build a home all by himself.

My eyes were starting to feel like they were filled with 
sand.  I tried to stifle a yawn and failed miserably.  A 
glance at the clock told me it was almost one in the 
morning.  Barb and I had been up for twenty hours.  My 
sleep-deprived mind could not think of a polite way to say 
I wanted to go to bed.  Jack rescued me.

"It's time for bed Helen.  You can gossip about the 
neighbors tomorrow."

"But Rhonda will be home soon."

"She has her own key.  She can let herself in.  If we go to 
bed now you can get up in time to make breakfast for us 
all."

I took Barb's hand and said, "Let me walk you to your door, 
Barb."  If Jack and Helen wanted to talk about Rhonda I 
thought it best to get Barb out of the room.  In the past 
Barb had gotten quite testy when we had talked about 
Rhonda.  I don't know what the problem was between Barb and 
her younger sister Rhonda.  I had a feeling that I would 
find out at some inappropriate time and I dreaded the 
prospect.

We listened to Helen talk to Jack all the way upstairs.  
She wanted to wait up.  Jack wanted to go to bed.  Jack 
wasn't giving and inch and Helen wasn't giving up.

"Do they go on like that all the time?" I asked Barb.

"This is just a mild difference of opinion about an 
unimportant matter.  Wait till you hear them talk about 
politics."

"No thanks.  I'll be somewhere else that day."

We stopped outside Barb's bedroom.  We kissed passionately 
for almost a minute.  The sound of the discussion got 
louder as Jack and Helen came upstairs.  I quickly moved my 
hands from Barb's ass to a more modest part of her back.

I broke off kissing Barb when I heard Helen giggle.  Jack 
did not look pleased.

"I was just saying goodnight to Barb, Mr. J.Jack.  
Goodnight Barb.  I'll see you in the morning."

Barb took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips 
one more time.  "Goodnight dear.  Sweet dreams."

Barb opened her bedroom door.  "G'night Mom.  G'night 
Daddy."

"Goodnight dear," said Helen.

"Goodnight Sam," said Jack pointedly.

"Goodnight, Jack, Helen.  Goodnight Barb.  I'll see you in 
the morning."  I opened my door and escaped into my 
bedroom.  I muttered to my self as I shut the bedroom door, 
'Even with all this Walden mountain goodnights this is 
going to be a tense weekend.'

I generally don't wear anything to bed but decided that for 
modesty's sake I should at least wear under-shorts while I 
was staying with the Johnson's.  I stripped off all but my 
shorts and crawled into bed.  I fell asleep almost 
immediately.

I woke up some time later when I felt my covers being 
pulled off.  Barb had done this back in the Cities when she 
had worked late and come over to my apartment instead of 
going home.  She would take my cock into her mouth and 
rouse me from sleep with a middle of the night blowjob.  I 
felt a hand fumble at the fly of my shorts and pull out my 
half erect cock.  It was almost pitch black in the room.  I 
could barely make out the slightly lighter rectangle of the 
window.

"Jeez, Barb, stop that," I whispered.  "If anybody hears us 
we'll both be kicked out."

Barb didn't say anything.  She wrapped her lips around my 
rapidly inflating member and started giving me another 
blowjob.  I put my hands on her head with some thoughts 
that I would just push her away from my groin.  Instead I 
caressed her hair and cheek as she sucked my cock deeper 
into her throat.

If Jack and Helen had walked in with a gun, I would have 
held Barb's head on my cock until she was done.  Even after 
two orgasms in one day I was ready for another.  Fuck Jack 
and Helen.  Barb had my nuts aching with desire to shoot 
another load.  It didn't take long.

My bucking hips caused her to choke as I started cumming.  
I stifled my groans of pleasure as my cum poured into 
Barb's throat.  

Once again Barb sucked down every drop of jism.  I liked 
her new approach to blowjobs and hoped she would continue 
to swallow instead of spit.

I lay in a pool of sweat and enjoyed the sweet sensations 
of my third climax in less than twelve hours.  Barb tucked 
my cock back into my shorts.

I barely noticed her stand as she pulled the covers back 
over my body.  I fumbled for her crotch to repay the orgasm 
but she brushed my hand away.  That wasn't like her at all.  
She bent down to kiss me on the lips.  I could smell my cum 
on her breath.  I never had liked that smell in the past 
but coming from her it wasn't that bad.  I could even taste 
my cum as her tongue probed between my lips and my tongue 
entered her mouth.

Then she was gone.  I heard the door shut quietly as she 
left the room.  I drifted off to sleep again.

.

The next morning I shook off the disorientation of waking 
up in a strange bed.  Sunlight was just illuminating the 
wall opposite the window.  Back to reality.  I wondered if 
I had only dreamed about Barb sneaking in to give me a 
blowjob.  I'd have to ask her when we were alone.

I remembered to knock on the bathroom door before opening 
it.  Just to be safe I knocked once more before opening the 
door and looking in.  Thank god it was empty.

I stood over the toilet bowl and pissed.  I closed my eyes 
as my bladder emptied itself.  The sensation of that first 
mornings piss was almost as good as an orgasm.  I just 
hoped we had been quiet enough that Rhonda and her parents 
didn't think I was a sex maniac.

"Oops, excuse me."

My eyes jerked open just in time to see the door to the 
other bedroom close.  I had forgotten to snap the lock on 
the door.  Barb's sister Rhonda had just gotten a good look 
at me pissing.  Great.  Now I was an exhibitionist as well 
as a sex maniac.

After washing my hands I knocked softly on Rhonda's door 
and quietly said "Bathroom's open."

A voice almost like Barb's came through the door.  
"Thanks."

I heard the bedsprings squeak as Rhonda got out of bed.  I 
checked that her door was unlocked and quickly fled to my 
room.

After dressing I headed downstairs to the aroma of brewing 
coffee and sizzling bacon.  Barb's bedroom door was open 
and her room was empty so I assumed that she was helping 
her mother get breakfast ready.

I was partly correct.  Helen was cooking and Barb was 
drinking coffee while she watched her mother cook.  Barb 
hadn't dressed yet.  She was wearing the terrycloth robe 
that I had given her for a Valentines present.  I smiled as 
I remembered the many ways she had thanked me for the 
present.  I fought the urge to slip my hands inside the 
robe to cup her breasts.  I settled for giving her a quick 
kiss on the cheek.  "I need to talk to you in private 
ASAP." I whispered into her ear.

Barb gave a quick nod of her head.  "Good morning, honey.  
Breakfast will be ready soon.  Let me show you the garden.  
It's warmed up since last night but will be raining soon."

Barb took my hand and led me to the back door.

"Barb, it's too cold to go outside without shoes," objected 
Helen.

"I'll be fine, Mom.  I'm wearing slippers and we'll just be 
a minute."

Barb closed the door behind us.  She started pointing at 
the various things in the backyard as she spoke.  "What's 
wrong Sam?  You sounded worried."

"Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, honey, I 
really appreciated the blow job, but you could have waited 
until we were on our way home."

Barb frowned at me.  "You really seemed to appreciated it 
at the time, Sam.  There really wasn't any way we were 
going to be seen."

That startled me.  We had talked about this only a few 
hours earlier.  "Your father could have walked in on us at 
any time," I said sharply.  "I don't want to upset him and 
I didn't think you did either."

"How could my father have walked in on us?" Barb said 
angrily.  "The only one around was that damn trucker!"

Now I was confused.  Then it dawned on me that we were not 
talking about the same blowjob.

"I'm sorry, dear.  I'm not talking about the rest stop 
outside of town.  I'm talking about last night in my 
bedroom.  I really enjoyed it but I thought we had agreed 
to no sex in your parents house."

"Now I'm confused.  I was never in your bedroom last 
night."  Barb really did look confused.

"Yes you were.  You came in an hour or so after I fell 
asleep and gave me one of the best blowjobs ever.  I tried 
to stop you but well. it was just too damn good."

Barb looked at me like I was crazy.

"I tried to return the favor but you just walked out 
without a word."

Barb look of confusion turned to steel hard anger.  Her 
hands were clenched into fists so tight that her knuckles 
were white.  My confusion turned to worry.  For a minute I 
thought she was going to slug me.

"Honda!"  Barb hissed through clenched teeth.  Now I was 
back to being confused.  I don't know what cars had to do 
with any of this.

"No," I said hesitatingly.  "I own a Jeep."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"My car.  You said Honda.  I own a Jeep."

"Not Honda, you moron!  Rhonda.  My sister Rhonda!  She's 
the one who came into your room to give you the blow job!"  
Barb grabbed my arm.  Her grip was like a vise.

"No she didn't."  Even I didn't believe what I just said.

"Were you awake when I left?"

"Yeah.  Sure.  Sort of."

"What door did I leave by?"

I thought back to the previous evening.  My feet were 
toward the door when I was in the bed.  The woman had 
gotten up and moved to the left.  The door I had heard 
close was off to my left not towards my feet.  I got a sick 
feeling in my stomach.  "The bathroom door," I said weakly.

"That bitch!"  Barb spit the words like she had a mouthful 
of sour milk.

I was sure Barb was leaving permanent marks on my arm.

"Maybe she was confused about which room she was in.  Or 
sleepwalking."

"Yeah!  Rhonda often gave blowjobs to her brother in the 
middle of the night!  This isn't the first time she's done 
that you idiot.  She seduced almost every boy I ever 
brought home.  The only one she didn't fuck was Rick.  He 
turned out to be gay."

I heard the back door open.  From Barb's bone crushing grip 
on my arm, I knew who it was without turning around.

"Hi, sis.  How'd you sleep last night?  I slept really well 
once I got something to eat.  I got so hungry driving all 
the way from Denver."

I felt a cold hand touch my cheek.  "And this must be Sam.  
How did you sleep, Sam?  I bet it was a relief to get you 
head on that pillow."  A picture popped into my mind from 
my childhood.  It was one of those cartoons where a snake 
was talking to a little bird.  The snake crept closer.  The 
bird knew what was the outcome was going to be but was 
powerless to protect itself from becoming the main course 
at lunch.

Barb rescued me.  She put her hand around my waist and 
pulled me to her side.

"Well at least traffic from Denver was light last night."

Rhonda looked puzzled.  "It was about normal.  Why?"

"Usually you get your daily ration of cum from selling 
yourself in the truck stop bathrooms.  I wondered why you 
had to get more from Sam.  Your appetite for my boyfriends 
is disgusting."

Rhonda got the same steely-eyed look as Barb.  It must run 
in the family.

Rhonda was the first one to break the uncomfortable 
silence.

"Listen to me, bitch.  I've never needed your boyfriends. 
If you lost your boyfriends, it was because you were so 
incompetent in the sack.  You're idea of having sex is to 
lie there like a lump while they fucked you.  My idea of 
sex is to be an active participant and not to just close my 
eyes and think of England.  I bet every guy you ever fucked 
got frostbite on his dick."

"Bullshit Rhonda.  You're idea of sex is to fuck anything 
that has a cock and a lot of things that don't.  You even 
seduced some of my best girl friends.  As long as you get 
your rocks off, you don't care who or what you fuck.  If we 
opened your suitcase I bet we'd find a lifetime supply of 
batteries for just the couple dozen electric friends that 
you had to bring along for a simple weekend at home.  The 
lights in your neighborhood must dim when you really get 
horny."

"Why, you little."

Helen saved us by opening the back door.  "Girls, Sam, 
breakfast is ready.  I'm glad to see that you are all 
getting along so well.  You know, Sam, Barb and Rhonda 
didn't get along very well when they were younger.  They 
almost always had some argument going about clothes and 
boys.  You know how girls are."

I grabbed for the lifeline.  "Actually, Helen, I don't.  I 
was an only child."  I started toward the house hoping that 
Barb would follow me.

"This isn't over, bitch," hissed Rhonda.  I barely heard 
her.  I'm sure Helen didn't.  What I heard next made my 
blood run cold.  "I'll have Sam's dick in my pussy before 
you head for home.  When he finds out what sex can be like 
with a real woman, you won't stand a chance.  There's no 
way you can stop me."

"Eat shit, you cheap whore!  Sam is not like those other 
losers that would fuck anything with a hole.  There's no 
way he'll let his dick get anywhere near your crotch."

I felt like a piece of steak between two hungry dogs. I 
tried to calm Barb. "Barb!  Listen to yourself!  You're 
getting all bent out of shape over something that hasn't 
happened and never will happen.  The only way I would have 
any kind of sex with Rhonda is if she attacks me while I'm 
asleep and manages to get my cock into her before I wake 
up.  I love you.  I always will."  I kissed Barb.  "Now 
let's go eat breakfast."  I took her arm and pulled her 
into the house.  I looked over my shoulder to Rhonda.  
"Rhonda, I love Barb.  Don't embarrass yourself by trying 
to seduce me."

Rhonda looked like the dog that lost the steak.

Barb was all smiles when we sat down at the table.  "It 
smells wonderful, Mom."

Breakfast was reasonably pleasant despite Barb's and 
Rhonda's refusal to be anything more than polite with each 
other.  Jack pointedly talked about going to Good Friday 
services that evening.  Barb and I tried to divert the 
conversation to another topic without actually saying we 
didn't want to go.  Rhonda wasn't as diplomatic.  "I'm 
going to a party, daddy.  I'll be home late."

Jack's jaw visibly tightened at this direct rejection of 
his implied invitation.  "Will you at least be here for 
dinner?  Reverend Swenson will be our guest for dinner.  I 
would like him to meet the whole family."

Barb frowned.  "I thought Reverend Olson was still the 
pastor at the church."

"He still is, dear," said Helen.  "Reverend Swenson is just 
doing his internship here.  He'll be graduating from the 
seminary this summer and your father and I are trying to 
make him feel at home."

The conversation drifted to other areas while we ate 
breakfast.  When we were done eating, Jack left for work 
and Barb and Rhonda went upstairs to wash and dress.  I 
stayed in the kitchen to chat with Helen as she cleaned up 
after our breakfast.

Well, really, I mostly listened while Helen kept up a 
running monologue about Barb, Rhonda and Billy.  I did try 
to make an occasional comment but didn't get very far.  I 
settled for nods and murmurs.  Then Helen bent down to put 
the dishes into the dishwasher.  Her blouse was loose and 
fell away from her chest as bent over.  I was awestruck at 
the sight of her gorgeous boobs.  Barb inherited more than 
a pretty face from her mother.  I mentally took my hat off 
to Helen for giving her daughter a beautiful set of 
knockers.

Helen's tits were barely covered by her bra.  The lacy 
piece of cloth around her breasts did not even cover all of 
the aureoles.  I fantasized grabbing her arm and ripping 
the blouse and bra from her body to bury my head between 
her breasts.

I looked away as Helen straightened up.  I could feel my 
face burning with embarrassment.  I hoped she hadn't caught 
me staring.

Helen continued to talk as she cleaned but I paid even less 
attention now.  I wanted her to bend over again and give me 
another look.  I willed it to happen.  And it did.

Helen bent down to wipe off the kitchen table.  She began 
to scrub the table vigorously.  Her breasts wobbled in 
their lacy enclosure.  It was a magnificent sight.

She scrubbed so hard that one nipple popped out of its cup.  
I was surprised to see that the nipple was puckered and 
stiff.  When Helen straightened up I saw that its twin was 
also stiff.

This time there was no doubt that I had been caught peeking 
down her blouse.  I expected Helen to reproach me for my 
voyeurism but she didn't.  She just smiled at me as she 
reached into her blouse to readjust her bra and tuck the 
nipple back into its cup.  Did I really see her tweak the 
nipple as she did that?

The telephone rang before I had sorted everything out.

I tried to calm my racing heart as Helen spoke to the 
caller.  I didn't even hear what she was saying until she 
yelled upstairs for Barb to pick up the phone.

After hanging up Helen sat down to finish her morning 
coffee.  "So how are you enjoying yourself so far, Sam?"

I jerked myself back to the present.  "Quite well, Helen.  
I've never seen anything like this before."

Helen's laugh caused me to listen to what I had just said.  
My face grew even hotter than before.

"I mean, I've never seen anything like this town not 
anything like.  like Bismarck. I've never seen a town like 
Bismarck.  On the prairie.  I've never been out on the 
prairie before.  In North Dakota."

Helen laughed even harder.  There was no way to save 
myself.

Barb rescued me.  She came downstairs in a bright pink 
blouse and faded jeans.  "Sam, Rhonda and I are going out 
to see some old high school friends.  We'll be back later."

I looked up to see Rhonda looking as grim as ever.  But 
Rhonda wasn't looking at me she was looking at Helen.  So 
was Barb.  They were both staring daggers at their mom.

Discretion seemed the much better part of valor.  When the 
headsman is swinging his axe, it's always best to keep your 
head down.  I kissed Barb on the cheek. "Have a nice time 
dear.  I'll just wait here."

The girls left without another word.

"Well, Sam, I could use some help with the Spring cleaning.  
Are you willing?"

"Of course, Helen.  What can I do?"

"We'll start by washing the windows in the dining room.  
There's a step stool in the kitchen.  You get that and I'll 
get the window cleaner."

We spent the next two hours washing windows.  I cleaned the 
top panes and Helen cleaned the bottom panes.  I was 
standing on the top of the step stool finishing the last 
window when Helen came over to me and wrapped her arm 
around my legs.

"That looks much better, Sam.  Thank you for helping."

"You're welcome.  I'm glad I could help."

Helen didn't move away like I expected.  She kept her arm 
around my knees as she moved to stand in front of me facing 
my crotch.  "Let me thank you properly, Sam."  She 
unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts.

I couldn't think of anything to say.  I tried to get down 
off the stool so I could leave the room.  Helen refused to 
let go of my legs.  Instead she unzipped my fly.

"I've wanted to see this cock since I pulled it out of your 
shorts last night.  Ooh, that is a nice looking one.  Not a 
monster but big enough to do the job.  I hope you know how 
to use it, Sam.  I want to cum a few times before Barb gets 
home."

Barb saved me again.  My half erect cock immediately 
deflated as soon as I saw a bright pink blouse coming up 
the walk to the back door.  "Barb's home right now!"

I stuffed my cock back into my pants as Helen buttoned up 
her blouse. 

We were both back to presentable when Barb and Rhonda came 
in the back door.  They were both smiling so broadly that I 
immediately became suspicious.

"Hi, Sam.  Hi, Mom," said Barb.  "You guys have really been 
busy.  The house looks great."

"How can we help, Mom?" Rhonda asked as she kissed her 
mother's cheek.

The steel cold look in her eyes did not match the smile on 
her lips.  The snake had a new victim.

All four of us worked hard until just after noon cleaning 
the house.  It wasn't obvious at first but pretty soon it 
became evident.  I was never allowed to be alone in a room 
with Helen.  Whenever I was in a room with her, Barb or 
Rhonda would walk in within a few minutes.

Eventually I caught Barb upstairs and dragged her into the 
bathroom.  After locking the hallway door behind us, I 
crushed her to my chest.  When we came up for air I got to 
the point.  "What the hell is going on with you and Rhonda?  
This morning you were ready to rip each other's throats 
out.  Then you became friends and both of you want to flay 
your mother alive.  Now you are doing your best to act like 
the goddamn Brady bunch.  I'm getting whip-lash trying to 
keep up with this crazy family."

Barb kissed me.  She ground her crotch against mine as she 
licked the inside of my throat with her tongue.  She 
finally broke off again.  "Mom was the one who came into 
your room last night."

"I know."  I tried to sound blas,.

Barb stiffened. "How did you find out?"

"She tried to give me a repeat performance this morning."

"What!"

"Don't worry.  She didn't succeed.  She had my dick out and 
was just starting to jack me off when you got home.  As 
soon as I told her you were home she dropped everything and 
put her tits back in her blouse."

"I'm sorry we interrupted you."  Barb was not taking this 
as well as I had hoped.

"I wasn't going to let her do anything, Barb.  The only 
reason she got as far as she did was because she surprised 
me.  How did you and Rhonda figure out what was going on?"  
The best defense is an offense.

Barb looked at me skeptically. "We'll talk about you and my 
mother later.  Rhonda and I went over to my girlfriend's 
apartment.  She's going with one of my old boyfriends from 
high school.  A couple nights ago he got really drunk and 
started talking about his old girlfriends.  He said that 
the mother of one of them had come on to him.  After a few 
more drinks and some prodding he finally admitted that the 
old girlfriend was me."

"Jeeze!  The guy admitted that he made it with your mom?"

"Oh, yeah.  And then he went on to mention another half 
dozen other boys that mom got into the sack.  Most of them 
were old boyfriends of Rhonda or me.  The bitch must have 
fucked half the boys at BHS."

"Do you think she told you the truth about all of it?"

"Yeah, I do.  A lot of things happened back then that start 
to make sense when I think about them with this new 
information.  When I would break up with guys, sometimes I 
would come home from school and see their cars parked 
around the block from our house.  Sometimes, I would hear 
the back door closing as I walked in the front door.  Mom 
would be in the kitchen in her bathrobe and say she had 
just been out in the backyard looking to see what needed to 
be done in the garden.  I just thought she was a little 
crazy.  She wasn't crazy, she was just a slut.  She still 
is a slut.  She was just getting her rocks off with my ex-
boyfriend."

I hugged Barb.  "Well at least you know the truth now.  
Let's pack up.  We'll stay overnight in Fargo and finish 
driving home tomorrow."

Barb drew back.  "Why would we do that?"

"You don't want to stay here tonight, do you?  What if your 
mom pays me another midnight call?"

"If she does you'll just have to fight for your honor.  No 
Rhonda and I are trying to figure a way to get even for all 
the boyfriends she stole from us.  We have two nights and 
two days to get her and by God we're going to do just 
that!"

I looked into Barb's eyes.  The steel had been replaced 
with titanium.  I shuddered at the thought of what could 
happen to Helen.

The door to Rhonda's bedroom opened.  I really had to 
remember to start locking that damn door.  "Sam, if you're 
done feeling up my sister, we have work to do.  Barb, Mom 
wants you to vacuum the bedrooms and the hallway.  Sam, 
You're supposed to lug the vacuum upstairs and then carry 
out the trash."

"I think Helen's too heavy for me to carry her all the way 
out to the garbage cans.  Can I just drag her?"

"Oh my.  Someone knows the family secret.  Did you tell 
him, Barb?"

"I didn't have to.  Mom tried to give him another blowjob 
while we were gone.  Sam didn't exactly fight her off but 
we got home in time to save what was left of his honor."

"Well, Sam, look at it this way.  A little dose of blue 
balls hasn't killed a male yet.  But having your fiancee 
catch you with your cock in another woman's mouth has in 
many cases resulted in great bodily harm.  Consider 
yourself lucky.  Mom was only going to suck your dick.  
Barb could cut it off."

"I'll remember that."

I squeezed Barb's butt and kissed her once more.  "Just 
remember Barb, if you cut it off, you won't have it to play 
with when we get home."

Barb kissed me in return.  "That's all right, dear.  I'm 
sure I could borrow one of Rhonda's smaller toys.  That 
should replace you nicely."

"My god, you can be a cold woman.  Why do I waste my time 
with you?"

"Because we're both so exhausted after an evening of sex 
that neither of us has the strength to move on to another 
relationship."

"Oh yeah.  That's right.  It's been so long since that 
happened I have trouble remembering."

"Keep talking like that and it will be even longer."

I placed Barb's hand on my crotch.  "It's already getting 
longer.  Could you help me before we get back to work?"

Rhonda rolled her eyes.  "You two need to get a room.  Just 
be sure to get it after we're done cleaning."

.

It took us another three hours to clean the house to 
Helen's satisfaction.  Rhonda and Barb and I had just sat 
down to relax when Helen came into the living room with a 
piece of paper in her hand.

"I need some things from the store for supper tonight.  Can 
you go get them for me Rhonda?  Barb I also need someone to 
pick up some things from the dry cleaners.  Could you and 
Sam go get them please?"

We all let out a collective groan.  Rhonda surprised me by 
speaking up.  "The dry cleaning store is close to the 
grocery store, Ma.  I can do both errands."  She held out 
her hand for the list.

Helen looked a little on edge.  Something in her requests 
didn't ring true.  There was plenty of time for one person 
to run both errands.  Why deliberately split up the chores?  
My mental warning lights began to blink yellow.  I decided 
to test my hypothesis.

I took the grocery list and dry cleaning ticket from 
Helen's hands.  "We'll all go in my car.  Barb and Rhonda 
can point out the sights on the way to the store.  Let's go 
girls."

Helen's relief was instantaneously obvious.  I stuffed the 
papers into my pocket and pulled Barb up from the recliner.

"Rhonda can do all this, Sam."

I looked into her eyes.  "Now, dear, don't you want to show 
me the town?  Come on.  You and Rhonda can show me all the 
sights."  Barb took the hint but frowned as she put on her 
coat.

"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered to me in the 
hallway.

"Yeah," chimed in Rhonda in a whisper.  "This is bullshit 
and you know it."

"I'm playing a hunch.  You want your revenge and I think I 
have an idea.  Play along for a bit."  They both nodded in 
agreement.

"Goodbye, Helen.  We're going to do some sightseeing on the 
way so we'll be back in a couple hours or so."

Helen watched us intently as we got into the car and backed 
out of the driveway.

"Barb, where did your boyfriends park when they went to see 
your Mom?" I asked as we pulled away from the house.

"Next to the alley on the other side of the block from our 
house.  Why, Sam?  Just what the hell are we doing?"

I swung around the block and spotted the logical place for 
Helen's lovers to park.  I drove by and looked for a place 
to park my Jeep.  I found a good spot on the next block 
down from the lovers' parking spot.  I did a quick U-turn 
and parked.

Barb looked at me like I was crazy.  "All right, Sam," she 
said quietly.  "I'm listening.  What the hell is going on?"

I looked in the rear view mirror at a placid Rhonda.  "Have 
you figured it out, Rhonda?"

She nodded slowly.  "I think I have."  Rhonda leaned 
forward between Barb and me.

"Mom spent the morning getting herself all turned on so she 
could seduce you.  Then we came along and threw her sexual 
gearbox into neutral.  You think she arranged a little 
afternoon delight so that she can get her rocks off before 
Daddy gets home.  Is that how you have it figured, Sam?"

"Yup."

Barb looked at both of us like we were crazy.  Then she 
looked thoughtful.  She smiled.  "I knew there was some 
reason I loved hanging around you.  Your mind is even more 
devious than Rhonda's."

It only took ten minutes for someone to park in the spot we 
had under observation.  A young man in a dark blue suit got 
out of the car and looked around before locking the car and 
walking down the alley.

I put the Jeep into gear and drove past the alley.

"He's still walking towards our house," said Rhonda.

I parked down the block from the suspected lover's car.  
"Stay here for a minute."

I got out and walked back to the parked auto.  I glanced 
down the alley and saw the man opening a gate at the far 
end of the alley.  I looked through the windows of the car.  
There was a clergy-parking permit in one corner of the 
windshield and a black leather attach, case in the back 
seat.  I looked at case and made a mental note of the 
initials AS stamped into the leather by the lock.

Helen's latest lover shouldn't be too hard to track down.

I returned to the Jeep.  "He's got a clergy parking sticker 
on the wind shield and a brief case with the initials AS.  
Is that anybody you know?"

Barb and Rhonda looked at each other.  They both shrugged.

"Could one of you get a look in the downstairs and see if 
Helen is too anxious to take things upstairs?"

"I'll do it," said Rhonda.  "Barb's blouse is too loud to 
be sneaky."  She got out of the car and headed down the 
alley to her house.

Barb pulled out her cell phone.  "I've got a hunch, too."

Rhonda returned to the car while Barb was still talking on 
the phone.  She waited politely for Barb to finish before 
relating her observations.

"You were right, Sam.  The guy is fucking Mom on the living 
room couch."

"The guy is Arnold Swenson.  He's the seminary student 
doing his internship at Mom's church."

"Well he is teaching Mom how to pray.  She's lying on the 
couch saying 'Oh, my god!'  The Reverend Swenson's mouth is 
wrapped around one of her nipples trying to suckle like a 
starving newborn."

We sat in silence for a minute.  I started the car and 
pulled into the street.  "I have the beginning of an idea.  
Let's go break up the party.  Barb, you just forgot your 
purse."

Barb shoved her purse under the front seat.

We pulled into the driveway and slammed the car doors as we 
got out of the car.  Barb opened the front door noisily a 
minute later.  "Mom, I forgot my purse.  Is there anything 
else you need before we go back to the store?"  I heard the 
back door slam.

Helen appeared a few seconds later, flushed and looking 
cross.  "I'm sure I saw you take it to the car dear."

"No, I left it here."

We spent about ten minutes looking for the lost purse 
before Rhonda left in her own car to get the dry cleaning 
and groceries.

During the hunt for the missing purse, I arranged to go out 
to the car to get the missing purse and smuggled it into 
Barb's room.

Helen found the purse an hour later.  Her irritation had 
dissipated but she was still very tense.  Things were 
working out just fine.

My plan was pretty simple.  We just had to keep Helen from 
releasing her sexual tension tonight and tomorrow morning.  
Then we would all disappear for the afternoon to go 
sightseeing.  I would invite both Helen and Jack to come 
along with us but I was pretty sure that at the last 
minute, Helen would find some excuse to stay home.  She 
would then call the Reverend Swenson and arrange for 
another session.

After that my plan got fuzzy.  We needed to think of some 
way to get home and into the house quietly.  The plan would 
accomplish two things.  The girls would get their revenge 
on their mother and Jack would find out that his wife was 
cheating on him.  The latter was more important to me than 
it was to the girls.  Jack wouldn't believe that his 
morally pure wife was fucking around on him unless he 
caught Helen screaming in orgasm with the pastor.  As plans 
go it was pretty incomplete.  It was the best we had 
though.

.

Dinner was actually pretty lively.  Reverend Swenson was a 
very personable and gregarious young man.  He was able to 
talk knowledgeably about my field (computers) and Barb's 
field (stock broker).  He also seemed interested in 
Rhonda's line of work.  The only hint I had that something 
was wrong was the faint flush that never quite left her 
cheeks.

Barb and Rhonda volunteered to do the dishes so that Helen 
and Jack could go to church for the Good Friday services.  
They finally left at 6:30 that evening.  We had the house 
to ourselves for about two hours.

We spent the time discussing how to get Jack back to the 
house without actually telling him that his pastor was 
boinking his wife.  A dozen plans were proposed and 
discarded as fatal flaws were found or complexity grew.  
When Jack and Helen returned at 9:00 we starting to snipe 
at each other and still had no plan.

After Helen and Jack went to bed we watched some idiotic 
teenage T & A comedy on cable.  Barb and I made out while 
we watched the movie.  Rhonda watched us as well as the 
movie so we headed for bed as soon as the movie was over.  
I had though of a few things that would help keep Helen 
away from me for the rest of the night.

I locked my bedroom door and the hallway door to the 
bathroom.  Nobody could get into my room unless they went 
through Rhonda's bedroom first.  Barb was going to spend a 
couple hours in Rhonda's room talking about old times.  If 
Helen went for another midnight sex hunt she would find her 
self blocked.  At least we hoped she would be blocked.  I 
was getting too tired to care.

I was too tired to sleep when I finally lay down.  I could 
hear Barb and Rhonda talking and giggling as I tossed on 
the bed.  I briefly considered getting up to join them.  I 
dropped the idea when it occurred to me that I would be 
sitting next to Barb while she was dressed only in a night 
gown but I wouldn't be able to make out with her.

I sighed as I contemplated the screwed up weekend that was 
not even half over.  I heard my doorknob rattle quietly as 
someone tried to get in.

I held my breath as I listened intently.  A few quiet 
footsteps. A creaky floorboard.  A quieter test of the 
hallway doorknob to the bathroom.

Rhonda's bedroom door opened.  The girls stopped talking.  
The girls spoke quietly for a few seconds.  A barely 
audible goodnight followed by a brief period of silence.  A 
fit of giggling ended the episode.  I smiled and fell 
asleep.

"Sam," somebody whispered to me.  I jerked awake.

Shit I thought to myself.  Helen got around all of our 
barriers.

"Sam.  It's Barb."  The voice was now recognizable as Barb.  
I relaxed a little.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I whispered back.

"Rhonda broke out her toys and is playing with herself.  I 
got horny and came in here to get laid."  Barb wrapped her 
hand around my cock.  "I prefer a piece of ass to a piece 
of plastic.  "Think you're up to the job?"

I pulled Barb to my chest and kissed her.  I was surprised 
to find that she was already naked.  We kissed and groped 
quietly for a few minutes.  I tried to lay as still as 
possible to avoid the squeaking springs.  I heard the faint 
buzz and gasps from Rhonda's room.  Barb hadn't bothered to 
close the connecting doors of the bathroom.  I hadn't made 
love with an audience before.  I hoped my performance 
wouldn't be inhibited.

It wasn't.  I entered Barb in one quick stroke.  Barb 
played with her clit as I thrust in and out of her sloshing 
cunt.  I was sure the damn bedsprings were making enough 
noise to bring down the wrath of Jack but I was too aroused 
to care.

Barb's breaths grew short and ragged.  Her whole body shook 
as her orgasm overwhelmed her.  My own orgasm quickly 
followed.  Helen had gotten me horny that morning and I 
hadn't cum all day long.  I made up for it by dumping a 
quart of cum into Barb's pussy.  I collapsed beside my 
lover satisfied at last.

"God, I needed that!" sighed Barb 

"Way to go, you two."  I opened my eyes to see Rhonda 
standing naked in the doorway looking at Barb and me.  I 
was too tired to bother covering myself with blankets.  
Barb seemed equally unconcerned with her nudity.

I nudged Barb.  "We have an audience.  Should we cover up?"

Barb laid her head on my shoulder and draped an arm over my 
chest.  "Tell her to go away.  I'm going to fuck you again 
as soon as I have a little nap."

I shrugged my free shoulder at Rhonda.  "She might be ready 
in a little while but I may need a little longer to 
recuperate.  Could you toss me a towel on your way back to 
your room?  Barb's leaking cum all over my bed."

Rhonda disappeared into the bathroom.  A few seconds later 
she tossed me a bath towel.

"Put this between you legs, honey," I whispered to Barb as 
I placed the towel against her bare breasts.  She mumbled 
thanks and rolled over still leaking cum.  I got out on the 
other side of the bed and passed Rhonda on my way to the 
bathroom.

Rhonda closed her door while I was pissing into the toilet.  
I washed my hands and cock before I tried her door.  It was 
unlocked.

Rhonda was sitting on her bed holding her hands over her 
eyes.  I sat beside her on the bed.  I was careful to leave 
a few inches of air between us.

"When did you decide you were a lesbian?"  I asked quietly.

"When I was in high school.  I tried to be like the other 
girls.  I even tried to have sex with some of the boys but 
it was just. just. just nothing.  I always had to use 
something for lubrication so they wouldn't hurt when they 
fucked me.  I never had any problem when I had sex with the 
girls.  After a while I just stopped going out with anyone 
but the boys I knew were gay."  Rhonda cried quietly for a 
minute.

"How did you figure it out?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  A wasted gesture because it was 
dark in the room and Rhonda still had her eyes covered with 
her hands.

"It wasn't one thing, Rhonda.  You caught me taking a leak 
yesterday morning.  You weren't embarrassed and you weren't 
curious.  You just excused yourself and closed the door."

"I was just being polite and trying to avoid embarrassing 
you."

Rhonda had removed her hands from her eyes.  Her cheeks 
glistened with tears.

"Yeah, that's one explanation.  Later that morning Barb 
mentioned that you had seduced a couple of her girlfriends 
along with her boyfriends.  We know now that Helen was the 
one who seduced the boys.  But you still were the one who 
had sex with her girlfriends."

"Some girls have sex with other girls and turn out to not 
be lesbians."

"Yeah.  But tonight you tried to have sex with Barb.  I 
don't know how far you got.  I'm pretty sure she responded 
at least a little bit because she did get turned on enough 
to get lubricated.  Barb's nightgown is on the floor in 
here.  So she took off her nightgown in this room before 
coming into my room naked.  She probably got scared and 
left in a hurry.  She came into my room and had sex with me 
to convince herself that she wasn't a lesbian."

"That's a pretty tenuous line of reasoning."

"Yes it is.  How accurate am I?"

"Close enough.  I was just playing around and got carried 
away kissing Barb.  She started to respond a lot more than 
she intended.  We were both naked on the bed when I tried 
to suck her breast.  She got scared and ran into your room.  
I followed her to apologize but she was already waking you 
up.  I went back to my room and used a vibrator to get 
myself off."

"You can apologize to her now."

"No.  I can't face her.  I'll just pack and go back to 
Denver."

"You've known her longer than I have.  I've only known her 
for a year but I think she'll accept an apology.  Hell, 
she's your sister.  At least try to patch things up."

"I suppose your right."  Rhonda sighed and got up.

"You might want to put on a night gown before you go back 
in there."  I grabbed the two nightgowns off the floor and 
handed them to Rhonda.

Rhonda put on one nightgown.  I sighed as the satin cloth 
slid over her breasts and covered her pubic hair.  She 
looked so much like Barb.

I listened to the voices from the other room.  Barb sounded 
hurt and angry at first.  Then her voice began to waver.  
Eventually both sisters were crying and saying they were 
sorry.  I let them cry alone for a while.

When things calmed down, I returned to my bedroom.  I found 
my under shorts and put them on while Barb and Rhonda 
continued to hug each other and cry.

Barb was sitting on the edge of my bed still clutching her 
nightgown.  I crawled into the other side and gave her a 
peck on the cheek, said "G'night honey," and went to sleep.  
I didn't even feel her leave.

.

Barb woke me up early Saturday morning.  "Get out of bed I 
want to get these sheets in the laundry before Mom finds 
the cum you managed to get all over them."

"I put it all in your pussy, dear.  If you let it leak out 
that isn't my fault.  I tried to give you a towel to soak 
it up.  You preferred to sleep."

"Keep talking like that and your gonna be shooting your cum 
into you hand in the future."

"All right, all right.  I'll help strip the bed."

"No.  Just go take your shower.  Rhonda should be done by 
now."

"Just trying to be helpful, dear."  I got out of bed and 
went into the bathroom.  Rhonda was wrapping her hair in a 
towel while she stood dripping wet in the shower.

"My turn to say oops," I said as I backed out.

"That's O.K.  Just hand me another towel and you can have 
the shower."

I handed her the towel that was on the sink.  Rhonda 
wrapped the towel around her body and got out of the 
shower.  She pecked me on the cheek as she squeezed by me 
in the bathroom.  My cock was already hard from the sight 
of her.  She must have felt it on her naked thigh.

"Thanks for convincing me to stay last night.  You'll make 
a good brother in law."  Rhonda patted my erect cock 
through my shorts.  "I'll tell Barb you need a little help 
with this."

I took a colder shower than usual.  It didn't help.  I just 
ended up horny and cold.

The morning passed pretty slowly.  I managed to brush up 
against Helen several times while Barb and I helped prepare 
breakfast.  I stood by her chair with my half erect cock in 
her face as I poured coffee for everyone.  The flush in her 
cheeks never had a chance to fade.

By noon, Helen was almost ready to rip off my clothes and 
jump my bones right in the living room.

Just before noon, Barb pulled me into the backyard.  
"Rhonda and I think we have a plan for the coup de grace."

Let's hear it."

"Rhonda's in there right now telling Mom and Dad that we 
want to take you sightseeing and we want them to come 
along.  Dad's a cavalry buff and loves to show people 
around Fort Lincoln.  That's a partially restored cavalry 
outpost about a half hour south of Mandan.  Dad will leap 
at the chance to show you around.  I will mention to Mom 
that she looks a little flushed and ask if she's getting a 
migraine.  She should say yes and say she wants to lie 
down.  She's used that type of excuse before to get out of 
these family outings.  Now we know why."

"Well, that gets phase one of the plan going.  What have 
you figured out for phase two; getting back to the house 
early and phase three; getting into the house and upstairs 
without alerting your Mom?"

"Getting back early won't be a problem.  Rhonda is going to 
get sick in the car."

"Not in my car she isn't!"

"Don't worry.  You'll be able to stop before she throws up.  
She'll lose her lunch alongside the road and we'll take her 
home."

"That should work."

"I'm going to leave the stereo on for mom.  I'll have it 
playing one of my subliminal tapes that is supposed to calm 
you down.  The music should cover any slight noises that we 
might make entering the house.  We'll take Barb upstairs 
and I'll send dad down the hall to check on mom.  You go 
with him and witness my mother fucking that horny pastor."

"There's still some room for things to go wrong, but it's 
the only plan we have.  Let's get the ball rolling."

.

An hour later we were a few miles south of Mandan when 
Rhonda said she didn't feel well.  I pulled off and 
listened to her upchuck.  My stomach tied itself in knots 
listening to her.

Phase two was accomplished.  We turned around and headed 
home.  Jack seemed more disappointed about not showing me 
the fort than he was worried about his daughter.

"Loud noises make Rhonda feel worse, Daddy.  Close the 
doors quietly when we get home."

Phase three was underway.

The reverends car was right where it was the previous day.

We entered the house quietly.  And Barb whispered to her 
father.  "Help me get Rhonda upstairs, Daddy.  Just be 
quiet because Mom has a migraine and you know how sick she 
can get with them.  Any loud noise can be very painful."

"Then why did you leave that tape playing?"

The tape has soothing sounds and subliminal suggestions.  
Those should help Mom feel better."

I couldn't resist the temptation.  "I'm sure she's feeling 
better already."

A sharp nudge in my ribs prevented any further comments on 
Helen's state of health.

We could hear the soothing music and forest sounds of the 
tape as Barb and her father helped Rhonda down the hall.  
We stopped at Rhonda's bedroom door.  Barb whispered to her 
father.  "I'll take it from here, Daddy.  You go check on 
Mom.  Just open the door.  If she's awake see if she needs 
anything.  If she's sleeping just wait for me down stairs."

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"No.  I can take it from here.  You look after Mom."

I stood by Barb and Rhonda.  Jack didn't knock.  He just 
opened the door.  The squeaking bedsprings, the gasps of 
pleasure, and the slurping sounds of a cock entering a 
vagina told the story.  Jack didn't say a word.  He quietly 
closed the door and looked at all of us.  He was a totally 
defeated man.  He walked past us without a word.

"Go help your father," I said to Barb and Rhonda.  Revenge 
was not as sweet as they had figured.

I got the suitcases from the three bedrooms.  Rhonda did 
have quite a collection of toys in hers.  I placed the 
suitcases on the floor.  Nobody was in the living room so I 
looked in the back yard.

Barb and Rhonda each had an arm around their father.  He 
was sobbing quietly.

Jack looked up at me with a tear-streaked face.  "Did you 
know about this, Sam?"

I nodded solemnly.  "I found out yesterday.  Just after the 
girls found out.  I knew it wouldn't do any good to tell 
you but you had to know.  We're all packed and we'll leave 
you and Helen alone to work out whatever you need to.  I'm 
sorry, Jack.  I wish I could have found some other way to 
tell you."

"I wish so too, Sam.  It is better if you all just go now."

We were picking up our suitcases when Jack went upstairs 
with his double barrel shotgun.

Barb looked at her father worriedly.  "You're not going to 
do anything crazy are you Daddy?  I mean you're not going 
to shoot anybody are you?"

Jack sighed deeply.  "No, honey.  I'm not going to shoot 
anybody.  Not myself, not your mother, and not Reverend 
Swenson.  But I am going to scare the hell out of the Right 
Reverend Asshole Swenson."

Jack smiled at me.  "Sam, do you want to watch a little 
show before you leave town?  Just watch the stairs for a 
minute."

We put the suitcases down and backed away from the bottom 
of the stairs.  A loud bang sounded as the bedroom door 
flew open.  Several shouts quickly followed.  A loud bellow 
silenced the general ruckus.  A terrified and naked 
Reverend Asshole Swenson stumbled down the stairs.  He 
halted when he saw us.

"Hey, Asshole!" shouted Jack.  "You forgot your keys."  He 
tossed Reverend Assholes car keys down the stairs.

The Reverend Asshole dropped them of course.  He scrambled 
to pick up the keys.

"Could one of you lend me a coat please?  I can't go 
outside like this."  The man was trying to cover his dick 
and look dignified at the same time.  That's an 
unsuccessful activity from the word go.

I looked up at Jack.  He shook his head.  "Sorry reverend.  
Jack says no.  It's his house.  I respect a man's wishes in 
his house.  I suggest you get out fast."

Reverend Asshole headed for the back door and the alley.

"Use the front door!" roared Jack.  "All of my guests with 
nothing to be ashamed of leave by the front door!  Git!"

The Reverend got.

He was still scuttling down the street nude when we placed 
our bags in our cars.  I heard the sirens of the 
approaching police cars.  The sirens died away just around 
the corner.  The squad car's bullhorn could be heard quite 
clearly telling some to lie down on the ground.

Helen came running out in her slacks and sweatshirt.  She 
had not taken time to pretty herself up.  She looked at 
Barb.  "Your fathers gone crazy.  You have to take me with 
you!"

Barb's face was a blank wall.  "Sorry, Mom.  There's no 
room in the car."

Rhonda's face was not blank.  Contempt dripped from her 
words.  "Nope.  You're on your own here."

Two suitcases came flying out the front door.  One split 
open as it hit the driveway, scattering bras and panties on 
the driveway.  Helen shrieked in outrage.

Jack took the house keys out of her purse and tossed the 
purse out onto the lawn.

Barb looked at Rhonda.  "We're headed to The Cities, 
Rhonda.  You're always welcome to come for a visit.  You 
can stay with me.  I know that there are some clubs that 
cater to les. I mean people like you."

"How about now, Barb?  I still have next week off.  Denver 
isn't exactly overrun with lesbian and gay bars.  Everybody 
says to go to Minneapolis if you want some action.  I'd 
like to check it out."

"That's great, Rhonda!  When we get to pull in behind us 
after we pass the Clearwater exit and I'll lead you to my 
place."

We got into our cars and left a screaming Helen banging on 
her front door.  Just as we turned the corner where 
Reverend Asshole was still lying naked on the street, a 
Bismarck squad car pulled around the corner to Jack's 
house.

Barb squeezed my cock through my jeans.  "We'll stop at the 
rest area just this side of Jamestown.  Rhonda can be our 
lookout."

I smiled at her.  I really loved this woman.




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