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The following is fiction of an adult nature. If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO, if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and
any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder
on my part.
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Official stuff: Story codes: teen, mF, mff, inc.
If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.
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I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if
you remove some of the hots. All comments and reasoned
discussion welcome.
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Wednesday, March 20th, 2002
It was Mom who came to wake us, just before five thirty. I sat
at my desk, trying to keep my face expressionless.
Jenny bounced out of bed, and gave me a small smile, vanished
towards the bathroom. Mom turned to me as soon as Jenny was
gone.
"I came by last night to see how Jennifer was, to see if you
wanted anything to eat. I heard her crying through the door. No
screams, no shouts... it was the hardest thing I've ever done in
my life, deciding to trust you and then walking away."
It seemed pretty clear that Mom wanted me to talk about why
Jenny was crying. I, on the other hand, would rather visit the
dentist.
I shook my head. "Everyone in this family talks too much about
their own and other people's lives," I said, a little hotly. "I
told Jenny I wasn't ever going to talk about her personal
things." I paused, then realized that I couldn't leave it at
that.
"So I'm not going to say a thing. But tell everyone you'd
usually talk to that if they see her brother coming, to lock the
door and call 911."
Mom froze, stared at me in shock.
I could see thoughts running through her mind; it was like I
was the grown up, and she was the kid.
"And here, we've been thoughtlessly taking our pleasure from
her." Her voice was bitter and angry; at herself, I was sure, and
at Kim.
I shook my head. "Mom, it's not like that at all. Yes, you've
made love to her, but it was Jenny's choice as much as yours."
"I can't believe we couldn't see it!" Mom said, obviously
angry.
"You have no idea. I didn't tell you a thing; you're
guessing."
She looked at me, laughed, and most astonishingly, gave me the
finger. "Time to get ready for school, Tom."
Later Mom announced she wasn't feeling well, and was staying
home from work. Uncle Craig had vanished sometime in the middle
of the night. I caught JR's eye, and she smirked. I was sure Dad
had slept with Penny last night as well. I couldn't see anything
different about the way they behaved together. I hoped Mom had
found a moment to talk to Dad.
I drove JR and Jenny to school, dropped them off. Jenny looked
a lot better, JR still had a smirk.
At lunch, Shannon sat down to me and we talked; it was
pleasant, I found, not to have to deal with all of the family
crises even if just for a short time. Just before the period
ended, I asked Shannon if she would mind if I brought along JR
and Jenny on Friday, and that I'd drop them off after the dance.
"Joanna, that's your sister," Shannon said, and I nodded. "Who's
Jenny?"
"One of JR's friend, she's staying with us for a while. Moved
in."
Shannon looked at me, as if she was on the verge of saying
something. "You know Roger?" she said at last, just as the bell
rang. I nodded, not well, I thought, but well enough. "Roger
and Keith Driscoll are big buddies with Jennifer's older brother
Sam. Son of Sam, that's what Dawn Driscoll calls him. Totally
creepy. He's a freshman at State this year. Keith isn't much
better, and Roger Parker is... Roger."
"Beyond totally," I said with heat, remembering what Jenny has
said.
The last thing I remember is Shannon looking at me again,
curious.
After school, I ran into Tony and Sue Ellen on the way out to
my car, Tony waved and I went over. "What did Marsha have to say
in her letter?"
I rolled my eyes. "She wants to see me again."
Tony laughed. "That'll be a trick!"
"You never know," I told him, "stranger things have happened."
He smirked, "Gotta go, Sue Ellen and I have a little quality
time ahead of us." He vanished, and I picked up JR and Jenny.
We got home, and Jenny promptly went in her room and closed the
door, JR vanished and I went up to my room and started reading.
My mom came in after a while, sat down facing me. "I talked to
Kim, she's going to talk to Penny. I've talked to Joanna." I
nodded, not sure what she'd told them. "I told them we had to
make sure that Jennifer's brother doesn't bother her any more."
She reached out, touched my cheek. "As a parent, you worry
about your kids. It's part of life, being a Mom or Dad. You
worry about them getting hurt, physically and emotionally. You
hope they grow up happy, making good choices.
"I worried about you; everyone else in the family is oversexed,
yet you didn't seem to be in a rush at all. I was worried, these
last few years, wondering if we'd messed you up." She kissed me
on the forehead. "Some things, I guess, are like vintage wine.
The longer you wait, the better they taste. I have this feeling
you are the most responsible person in the household, right now."
I blurted out the words, because I was afraid it was true.
"Mom, are you hitting on me?"
She blinked, then pulled back, seeming flustered. "I... no...
yes...," her voice trailed away. She laughed, "Okay, yes. I'm
that horny."
I sighed. "I am too." I looked at her, like I'd never looked
at my mom before. Nice breasts, really nice. A pleasant face
and an even better disposition.
Mom's eyes went towards my bedroom. "Right now, Joanna's not
studying together with Jennifer," she said softly.
I thought that through and laughed. I looked into her eyes,
instead of at her breasts. Did I really want to do it with my
mom? Mom had sex with Dad, Uncle Craig, Aunt Shirley, Kim, and
now Jenny. With a blink, I realized that Mom hadn't talked as
much as she could about who she'd been with; there was that
Ôintergenerational' stuff too.
"About now," Mom said drily, "you probably figured out more."
"Have you been with JR? Penny?" I asked, not entirely sure I
wanted to know the answer.
"Penny is a mink; she just plain loves to be loved. But
Joanna, too. Only once, during the Christmas break when you were
at Tony's. Kim's been with Joanna two or three times. You were
the first boy Joanna was with. Now Craig." She huffed a sigh,
"Dave's thinking about Joanna, this was his first time with
Penny."
I took a breath. Do it? Or not? Our eyes were locked; then I
smiled and reached out and ran my hands over her breasts. They
were loose under her t-shirt, and more than filled my hands.
After caressing them for a second, I felt her nipples grow taut.
Very different than any of the others; her nipples were small,
the centers were tiny, but turned as hard as rocks.
I met her eyes; the warm compassion I had known all of my days
was there, and for a long second I could see nothing else, feel
nothing else in my universe.
Something inside of me seemed to break; something like a
psychic maidenhead. I leaned close, kissed her using every bit
of the knowledge I'd acquired in the last few days. I wrapped my
arms around her, kissed and kissed; a kiss that was returned in
full measure. I starting undoing her blouse, my fingers fumbling
with the buttons in my haste.
I reached between us, unsnapped her jeans, pushed them down
over her hips, doing the same thing for myself. Without a word,
Mom hitched her legs around my midsection, and we stood there, me
buried inside of her, plunging in and out. Like Kim and Marsha,
there wasn't the friction of JR or Penny, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but the moment; when I came, it was the sum of
all those orgasms that had come before.
When sensation returned, I was standing with my arms wrapped
around her bottom, supporting her weight, our tongues still
joined in the kiss I was never, ever going to forget.
Mom gave a small laugh. "I never realized how strong you are."
She kissed me again, less passionate. "And I'm very, very
greedy. Tom, lay down on the bed."
I'm not sure what happened next; I walked over to the bed, her
legs still wrapped around my waist, sat down, swung my legs up,
and then she was atop me, moving on top of me. She reached for
one of my hands, led it between her legs. "Rub!" she commanded.
I found her clit, long and thin. I rubbed.
It was an incredible feeling; seeing her pleasure, knowing it
was me that was making her feel it. She met my eyes, grinned,
and started moving faster, sitting up, with me deep inside her.
I responded in turn, while trying to keep rubbing her clit; the
demands of the moment became confused, lost in a welter of
sensation and emotion before I came again.
I pushed as hard upwards as I could, she pressed down the same
way, both of us feeling the glory of orgasm. After a long moment
she leaned down, put her lips against mine and kissed me very
very hard for a minute, then pulled back.
"That could easily become addictive," Mom told me. "Easily."
She giggled, then lifted her midsection up, and pressed down
again. "Still hard!" She laughed, a deep wonderful laugh that
filled her. "The energy of teenagers!" She kissed me lightly
again. "God, I wish I still had it."
"You have something," I told her, "something that you never
need to apologize for. No matter how old you are, or how old
anyone else is."
"Hold that thought for another twenty years," she murmured,
then glanced at the night stand and the clock. "I have dinner to
get ready, you and the girls need to do some homework."
The mundaneness of the return to the regular world shocked and
surprised me; I ran my hand down over her bottom, pressed her
against me, lifting my body to move inside her. She giggled,
kissed me lightly again. "Like I said, the energy of teenagers!
Patience, dear heart, patience! In time, all things are
possible."
She got up, and started to put her clothes on. I laid on one
elbow, watching her. "Mom," I said softly, suddenly nervous.
She looked at me, her panties in place, now pulling up her jeans.
"The other day, JR was afraid because she'd slept with Roger
and me, that made her a slut." I sighed, couldn't believe I
hadn't thought about this before. "I've made love to a whole lot
more than two this week."
She finished buttoning her jeans, then sat down on the bed next
to me. "Like I said, Tom, in time all things are possible. You
haven't made love to a single person who didn't want you to love
them in return. More importantly, with Jennifer, you didn't make
love to someone who it would have hurt immeasurably. There are
more people in the world, even still; ones you've met, ones you
haven't. All of them capable of being loved. How many, who...
that's got to be up to you and them.
"Oh, people say you can't do what we do in this family; maybe
they can't, I don't know, I can't speak for them. Their opinions
about what we do range from seriously negative to downright
punitive; what you and I just did would land me in jail if you
told anyone about it, perhaps you too."
I shook my head, shocked even at the thought.
"I'm not saying don't be judgmental; you have to take care,
because if you pick wrong, you could mess up a lot of lives. On
the other hand, if you don't pick, you could miss the one true
love of your life.
"You are some kind of special, Tom. Very special; oh sure,
different from your dad, and Craig, different in a number of
ways. Craig is a take charge guy, a leader. Dave is careful and
thorough, looking at everything a hundred different ways before
he goes ahead. Both of them have unmatched sex drives." She
smiled and reached out and took my hand.
"Don't despair; don't think badly of yourself just because
you've discovered something new and wonderful, and are enjoying
the learning of it. Don't be ashamed of feeling the way you do.
You are a decent person Tom, a kind, wonderful, decent person.
Fundamentally decent. Not one of us is jealous of the others;
instead, we are so pleased to be with you, to share what's inside
of us with you."
She stood up again. "Now, homework! Life doesn't stop, Tom,
just because you feel good!" She grinned and left, and I laid
back, staring at the ceiling. What had I thought? That sex made
life complicated? I shook my head in mock despair. That was
back when life was only a little complicated!
I looked at the door, thinking again about what I'd just done.
My mom, I thought, is a deep person; deeper than I'd ever
thought... and I'd thought she was pretty deep before. Some of
the things she said, just now, what she'd said before, all of it
impinged on me at once.
At a guess, this wasn't going to happen often, not with Mom.
Intergenerational did happen, but for the most part, not that
often. Was that why Mom had been unhappy or unsure about Kim and
Jenny? Not because they were doing it, but because they were
doing it a lot? Mom had said Dad had never slept with JR, but
was thinking about it now that he had been with Penny. Sometime,
I thought, I need to talk to JR and Penny, learn a little about
the chronology; several times I'd felt like I was on the edge of
knowing something, something important... but I couldn't put my
finger on it.
Of course, there were all of these surprises. Marsha, JR,
Penny, Kim, Mom... I smiled, got up and put my clothes back on;
got my school books and spent a minute in the bathroom before
going into the family room where JR and Jenny were already doing
homework. I sat down, both of them smiled at me, I smiled back.
A while later, Dad was home, dinner came. It was more relaxed
than ever I remembered, and at the end, Dad looked around the
table, his eyes stopping on Jenny. "Everything ok, Jennifer?"
Jennifer nodded, and Dad smiled. "I think it's time we
introduced Jennifer to another of the Ferguson pastimes."
I saw Jenny's eyes go wary, I wanted to kick Dad. Evidently,
so did Mom, because she said firmly, "Dave's talking about
Scrabble, Jennifer. He's just pulling your leg."
Jennifer nodded, and Dad sighed. "Don't ever dance with me
either; when I don't have my feet in my mouth, I can't figure out
what to do with them. I'm sorry, Jennifer, what I said wasn't
very nice."
"It's okay," Jenny said mildly.
"Dad wants to play," JR said with a giggle, "because he usually
wins."
"Superior intellect," Dad said, buffing his fingernails on his
shirt. We played for most of an hour; it was cool, Jenny won,
and Dad came in last. Dad looked at the scorepad after it was
all over and sighed. "Where does the time go? One day you have
these little diaper-fillers, then bamm! They beat you at your
best game!"
"Right now, Dave, you and I have a turn at the dishes. We have
three youngsters who haven't spent nearly enough time cracking
the books this week," Mom said. We all helped clear the table,
then back to the books.
I saw Marsha's letter in my notebook; I contemplated it. I
wanted to reply, but didn't know what to say. Also, what if
someone else read it? Like her parents? Marsha didn't say
anything about them knowing about her being gay, probably hadn't
said anything about me to them either.
I got up and went into the kitchen, where Mom and Dad were
talking and doing the dishes at the same time. "Can I make a
long distance call?" Mom lifted an eyebrow, and I added,
"Seattle, I'll won't talk very long."
"Sure, go ahead," Dad said. "We already pay the phone company
enough to feed all the starving children in India; what's a
little more?"
I nodded, went and got the cordless phone from it's cradle in
the living room, went upstairs to my room and called Marsha. It
took a second, not hardly long enough to get psyched up; I'd only
called a girl once before in my life.
"Marsha, this is Tom."
"Oh Tom!" she said. "Gosh, it's nice to hear from you!"
"I wanted to tell you that Tony gave me your letter."
There was a pause. "He didn't see it, did he?"
"No, Tony's cool. Curious, but cool." I paused, unsure what
to say next. "I wanted to know if it would be okay to send you a
letter back."
"Sure." I could tell she was puzzled.
"I wasn't sure if your mail was private."
She said seriously, "Yes, my mail is private. I get home first
every day except Saturday, and Saturday I get it from the box
anyway. Besides, my mom and dad would never open anything for me.
Email..." She shook her head, "I don't have an address of my
own."
"There's a couple of places you can get your own account," I
told her. "I don't do a lot of surfing, but I have my own
account. I'll put it in the letter."
"My mom's just across the room," Marsha's voice was suddenly
soft, "Did you like my letter?"
"Hot!" I said with a laugh. "Like you!"
"You too!" she replied. There was a pause, then Marsha
continued quietly. "You were something else!"
"You were, too."
"I'm still not sure about us," she told me.
"Right now, Marsha, I'm not sure about much of anything. I do
know that I'd like to be your friend, even if we never see each
other again."
"I'd like that," she said simply. "I really would."
"Well, I'll write you a letter that will knock your socks off."
I told her, wondering just how in the hell I was going to do
that.
She giggled. "I'd really like that." She drew out the word
really.
"If I was there," I said steadily. "I know where I'd like to
kiss you."
"I know how I'd like you to," Marsha agreed, her voice quiet.
"Wish I could talk freely."
"We have a cordless phone. I'm sitting in my bedroom."
"Thinking about me?"
"Thinking about you."
"Hard?" I wasn't exactly sure what she was asking, but there
was one answer that made sense.
"Yes," I said, reaching down to stroke my suddenly hard rod
through my jeans.
"I wish I was there," she said softly. "But tonight I'm going
to think about you too." There was a sound of someone else
speaking on the other end. "I'm going to have to go, Tom."
"I do too. I promised I wouldn't talk long."
We said our goodbyes, and I pushed the off button. Was I being
unfair? Leading her on? Telling her I wanted to go down on her
again? I pulled my erection out of my pants, started to seriously
stroke it. Yep, if Marsha was here, I'd want to do it with her
again. Or JR. Or Penny, Kim...Mom.... God! I thought, I'm a
horny goat!
I sighed, reluctantly putting it away; need to keep in the
mood, I thought, to write my letter. I went to my desk, spent
about twenty minutes handwriting it; much more explicit than even
Marsha had been in her letter.
I finished it, was looking it over to make sure I'd not said
anything more than dumb, when I heard a knock on the door. I got
up, putting the letter into my notebook, and opened the door.
JR smiled at me. "How are you doing?"
I grinned at her; she was wearing a thin shirt that showed off
her breasts quite well. She saw the direction of my gaze, and
giggled. "I was thinking the same thing," JR said, her voice
low. "Tom, I asked Jennifer if I could sleep with you tonight."
I glanced at my clock; it was half past nine. Tomorrow was a
school day and I was tired. I was also horny.
"Jennifer said she really likes sleeping with you, but that it
wouldn't be fair if she hogged you all the time, just to cuddle."
"Just don't try King Solomon's solution," I said with a grin.
JR looked at me in confusion. "Cut the baby in half," I added,
sketching a vertical line from my forehead down across my chest.
JR shook her head. "You're weird sometimes, Tom." Then she
giggled and dropped her voice. "Jennifer said she wouldn't mind
if the three of us slept together. And if you and I wanted
to..." JR's eyes met mine and I knew what had gone unspoken.
"She wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind either."
Well Tom, the ball's in your court. Jenny had watched us the
other day when I'd eaten JR out while JR went down on me. Jenny
certainly looked like she hadn't minded watching at all, then.
And I'd enjoyed watching Jenny masturbate. What wasn't to enjoy?
"Sure," I told JR. "I'll be ready to go to bed in about ten
minutes."
"Us too."
They trooped in a little later, each wearing a nightie; I
didn't quite moan in frustration, but I thought about it. Then
Mom poked her head in the door. "Dave and I wanted to say good
night."
They came in, Mom wearing a nightie not much different than
what JR or Jenny were wearing, Dad was wearing a wrap-around
towel that he liked to wear after a shower; one that had a snap
in front.
Mom came over to me, kissed me solidly, and for few seconds, I
felt her tongue touch mine. Then she smiled, stepped back and
went to JR.
I was startled when Dad stepped in front of me; it must have
shown in my face. He chuckled, shook his head. "No Tom, it's a
double standard, I know. I've never had a problem with Ellen and
her girlfriends; Lord knows I like them myself. Just I'm not a
guy sort of fellow." He waved at my bed, "I'd tell you to sleep
good, but that would kind of defeat the entire purpose, wouldn't
it?"
I nodded, and Mom had finished a very similar smooch with JR
that she had shared with me. Then Dad kissed JR the same way,
while Mom kissed Jenny solidly.
At the end, Dad surprised me again, by simply putting his hands
on each of Jenny's shoulders. "In this house, the women always
have the right to choose what they think is best for them. Ellen
loves you, Joanna loves you, Tom loves you... I've never met a
cute girl yet that I'd kick out of bed. But, Jennifer, bed isn't
the entire universe; you are welcome here for as long as you want
to stay, even if you sleep alone."
Again I was surprised, Jenny put her head down on his chest,
against his bare skin. "Thank you." It was muffled, and after a
second she lifted her head up, grinned slightly. "I got you all
wet." I could see tear drops on her face, on Dad's chest.
"As long as they are tears of happiness, Jennifer, anytime.
Besides, I'm about to get a shower before bed." He smiled at
her, then they left.
JR walked over to my bed, flipped down the covers. "You need a
bigger bed, Tom."
Jenny and I both giggled.
JR gestured at me. "You can get the light in a second. The
way we're going to start this: Jennifer on the far side, facing
me. I'll be facing her, Tom, you snuggled up against my back."
Then JR nodded to me and I got the light, while she and Jenny
crawled under the covers.
I came in and snuggled against her back, putting my arm around
both her and Jenny. "Love you both." I told them, feeling
enormously good. I felt JR's hand fishing around in my crotch,
she tugged on my erection until it was at the entrance to her
vagina; I put my own hand down there, helping out, not wanting to
do what I'd done with Penny by accident.
She was dry and tight; it took quite a bit of work to get
started inside her. I knew JR was kissing Jenny while I was
doing this, which I thought was cool, and the thought of being in
bed with two girls making out kept my interest up, even if the
process was slow.
Perserverance finally paid off, that and JR was getting
steadily wetter, and obviously enjoying it as well. JR reached
out and took my hand, lightly resting on Jenny's arm, and moved
it to one of her own breasts, and pressed down on my hand. I
could take a hint, and I started stroking JR's breast.
It was an interesting position to make love to someone, I
thought, but easily at the bottom of my list; it was difficult to
thrust sideways on the bed. I was really moving the bed, too.
JR took her hand away from where it had been, and for several
seconds I continued to concentrate on JR's breast and sliding in
and out of her pussy. After a bit I realized that JR was finger
fucking Jenny; Jenny had started the Ooohs! and Ahhs! like she'd
done in the morning.
I found it all seriously hot; I heard Jenny's breath catch as
she came; JR clenched her ass cheeks around my erection buried up
to the hilt and I came as well. I pushed hard one last time,
kept it in as deep as I could go. After a minute, I felt JR's
buns relax, and JR uttered a little sigh. "Is this good or
what?" she murmured. "I hope everyone is good and sleepy now."
Jenny whispered softly that she'd been sleepy before.
JR leaned close, kissed Jenny on the forehead. "Sleep tight,
sweet sister. Sleep tight."
I considered pulling out of JR, I felt her twitch, clamp down
slightly as I started to move. Seemed to me that she was telling
me she liked me where I was; so I stayed there.
In spite of how interesting the position was, the day came up
and knocked me up along side the head. I was sound asleep in
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