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                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls

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The thick shag rug is the color of old wool. The blond girl lies
on her stomach, wearing white ankle socks and a nasty little grin
biting her lower lip. The redhead sits cross-legged beside her
wearing a pair of striped bikini underpants and no socks. Vanessa
Cuyahoga leans on the railing of the balcony above them and
sighs.

Hello, girls, she says.

The redhead yelps, looks around wildly, hands scrambling to cover
her tits and underwear. The blonde turns to look up and over her
shoulder, then rolls over slowly as the redhead grabs a pillow
off the big sectional sofa and pulls it over herself. The blonde
smiles lazily, her hand still idly stroking her pussy. Hey, Mom,
she says. You're home early.

Mrs. C, says the redhead. Um. We, uh. We were -

The woman on the wallmounted flat-screen television begins to
moan loudly over the snakey fat bass and the snarky horns of the
soundtrack. Oh, yes, yes, yes - !

Just don't make a mess, says Vanessa. Or too much noise.

In her room, Vanessa shrugs out of her black car coat and lets it
fall to the pale wood floor. Watered sunlight leaks through gauzy
blinds. She peers under a cluttered table by a futon unrolled in
the middle of the floor, then pulls aside the mirrored doors of a
long shallow closet lining one wall and begins opening drawers
set in the bottom of it, close to the floor. The closet is filled
with black clothing, cotton and silk, linen, leather, gleaming
plastic and PVC.

The blond girl leans in the doorway and watches a moment. Idly
scratches just above her navel. Mom?

Addison, says Vanessa, not looking up from the drawer kneeling
over, have you seen the keys to the handcuffs anywhere?

No, says Addison. What's up, Mom? She looks at the handcuffs
dangling from Vanessa's wrist.

We're going to get the infinity pool, says Vanessa. They start
next week. Dammit. I need to get this damn thing off -

Do you have a barette or a hairpin or something? says Addison.

Sinking back on her heels, Vanessa waves in the direction of her
bathroom. Addison's socks whisper across the floor. A stuttering
flash of fluorescent light, a rattle of acouterments. Vanessa
runs her uncuffed hand stiff-fingered through her wind-tangled
hair. Tugs at the hem of her skirt, too short to cover her ass
sitting like this. Addison kneels beside her and holds out one
hand, and Vanessa puts her cuffed wrist in it.

Where'd you learn to do that? says Vanessa, as Addison tinkers
with the hairpin and the cuffs.

Around, says Addison. About. These aren't your cuffs.

No, says Vanessa.

We - I didn't know you were coming home so early. Otherwise -

It's fine, says Vanessa. I thought you were seeing whatshername.
Timmi.

The cuff pops open. Mom. Timmi was, like, over in June.

Oh. Vanessa smiles absently, rubbing her wrist.

That's Edie.

Oh.

She's cool. She's, you know. Into it more than she thinks she is.
Do you, um..?

Yes?

Addison grins, biting her lower lip. I mean. If you wanted to.

Some other time, Addy. Vanessa gently kisses Addison, who puts a
hand on her mother's hip, bare flesh there between camisole and
skirt, and kisses back, her mouth opening. Vanessa sits up,
shaking her head. Some other time. I just need to lie down for a
bit.

We could all just lie down for a bit, says Addison, and she
kisses Vanessa again. Vanessa pinches Addison's nipple sharply,
and Addison jerks back, ow! No, says Vanessa. Now leave your poor
tired mother alone.

You're no fun, says Addison, climbing to her feet.

That's right. I'm an old fuddy. So go fuck your girlfriend
already.

In the doorway, Addison turns, biting her lip in a grin held
back. Can I, uh, can we borrow the toybox?

If it gets you out of my hair, says Vanessa.

Addison skips over to the closet and pulls out a long flat box of
creamy translucent plastic. Thanks, Mom. You're the sexy best.

Vanessa, unsmiling, closes her eyes.

Vanessa stands. Vanessa kicks off her sensible shoes. Unhooks,
unzips the microskirt. Lets it fall. Vanessa pulls the camisole
over her head and drops it. Takes a step towards the mirrored
closet door. Another. Black hair just past her shoulders in need
of a maintenance cut. She touches gingerly an angry red mark
half-hidden on her right temple. Small wrinkles crack the corners
of her blue eyes, of her mouth. Pale lips the lipstick from which
has hastily been blotted. Tits with more bounce yet than sag,
nipples large and soft now in the still heat of this room.
Sidelong. Vanessa runs a hand down the curve of her belly. Along
the bald mound of her pussy. Her other hand sidles down her ass.

Bathroom lights stutter back to life. The walls are covered with
mirror-Vanessas, a sudden bewildering forest of arms pulling
hundreds of thick white towels from hundreds of linen shelves,
reaching out for hundreds of gleaming brass shower faucets. The
far wall of the shower is a window, looking out over the
hillside, dry brown and yellow and gold, the slow stepped fall of
her house, glass walls and flat grey gravelled roofs. Vanessa
stares out the window, her back to the hundreds of mirrored
Vanessa backs, black mirrored Vanessa hair turning blacker,
flattening with the weight of hot water like thick rain falling
from the brass shower head the size of a plate, mirrored Vanessa
buttocks and thighs streaming wet, all of these hundreds of
mirror-Vanessas slowly dissolving in fog and steam.

Vanessa, damp, sits naked on the low white futon. All of the
blinds have been opened and the room is filled with white
afternoon light. A deep breath, and she draws her knees up to her
chest, crosses her ankles. Wraps her arms about her legs and lays
her forehead on her knees.

Mom! You little - Let go! I'm telling! No you won't! Mom! You
leave her alone! Mom! She's in the living room, Mom! says the
girl in the doorway, long light brown hair whipping as she turns
her head. We're never supposed to do that stuff in there! The
girl in the doorway is wearing a tank top, low-slung jeans, rings
glint from her toes. Bare feet slapping and here's Addison almost
crashing into her, Addison who's pulled off even her socks. Mom
said we could, you little brat!

Don't call me a little brat!

I'll call you whatever the fuck I like, you little teacher's
slut!

You sleazy lesbo skank!

Alexandra! Addison! And both girls stop dead.

You said we could, says Addison, sullen.

That's enough, snaps Vanessa, climbing to her feet. That's enough
from both of you. Where's Edie? I suppose you left her in the
den? You'd better go make sure she hasn't decided to sneak away
from all this ugly noise. And Addison - you'd better pick
everything up and take it all back to your room.

Mom - !

I know I said you could, but I shouldn't have. And you should
have known better than to try in the first place.

But the TV's better -

Now, young lady. Alexandra? she says, as Addison turns to go.
What have I told you about getting angry when you're really just
uncomfortable?

That I shouldn't. But I was angry. Too.

Yes, but you were uncomfortable. And you were taking it out on
your sister.

Yes, ma'am.

And Vanessa sighs and kisses Sandy lightly and smiles and says,
Why don't you go get online or play a video game or something
while I get Addy and Edie squared away.

But she wasn't supposed to be doing that there.

Now, Sandy.

In the bathroom, reaching for a white terrycloth robe, Vanessa
stops. Looks at herself. All herselves. Lifts a hand to her lips.
Smiles, pinching her lip between thumb and forefinger. Her
chuckle is low and throaty and terribly amused with itself.

God damn it, mutters Addison, she said we could. She scoops up a
double handful, an exuberant rainbow of phalluses. No fucking
fair. She dumps them into the toybox. Why sure, says the blonde
on the television screen, unzipping her bright green latex dress.
That sounds like fun.

How did you - ? asks Edie, naked but for a bit of black webbing
wrapped about her waist and one thigh, her hair hanging down as
she peers at it, worrying a buckle with her hands. I can't -

Squeeze the prongs to either side, says Vanessa, and Edie yelps
again.

We're almost done, Mom, says Addison. Mmm, says the blonde on the
television screen, as a hand creeps into her panties. Oh, that's
nice.

Vanessa steps lightly down the narrow spiral staircase from the
balcony, a long black silk robe floating behind her, a corner of
it flowing over the edge of the steps, her long legs bare with
every step almost to the sash loosely tied at her waist. Or if
you give me a moment, says Vanessa, I can help you.

And Addison folds her arms under her little bare tits and bites
her lower lip.

Um, says Edie, as Vanessa steps behind her, Mrs. C, as Vanessa's
arms wrap around her, reaching for the buckle, I, um, as
Vanessa's head leans over her shoulder, black hair slithering
over Edie's shoulder, um, thanks, as the buckle pops under
Vanessa's fingers. Vanessa lets go, and the harness slides down
Edie's legs, and Vanessa straightens, putting her hands on Edie's
shoulders.

Oh, yeah, fuck me! says the blonde on the television screen.

What were you girls up to? asks Vanessa.

Um, says Edie, that is, I mean -

I was going to have Edie fuck me with a strap-on, says Addison.

Um, says Edie, oh, geeze, I mean, maybe I should just -

Edie, says Vanessa, and the girl freezes. Vanessa reaches around
her carefully, and takes Edie's chin between her thumb and
forefinger, turns her head back and tilts it up, slightly. Oh,
says the blonde on the television screen, oh, your pussy is so
wet. Edie's green eyes open wide and then her lids drop like slow
curtains and her lips open just a little as Vanessa kisses them,
lightly. It's okay, says Vanessa, smiling.

Mm-hmm, says Edie, not opening her eyes.

Vanessa kisses her again as Addison smiles and Edie sways there
like a tree in a sudden wind, her hands open and her arms coming
up and then down again, uncertain of where to go, what to do,
even as she kisses and is kissed.

I knew it, says Addison.

Addison, says Vanessa, not looking up from Edie's still-closed
eyes, why don't you pull out Plastic Dan?

The blonde on the television screen is lying on her back, her
fingers clawing someone's ass as she lifts her head to plant her
face in someone's pussy. Off to the side there's someone's cock
being vigorously stroked by someone's hand.

Vanessa, sitting on the thick shag rug the color of old wool.
Legs spread, one tenting black silk, the other bare the whole
long length of it, her pussy glistening there in the shadows
between. Patting the rug before her. Go on, she says to Edie,
standing before her, looking from Vanessa to the television to
Addison and back again. Sit.

Addison, kneeling by the toybox, eyes bright on her mother,
grinning. Hands in her lap between bare thighs, a thumb toying
with dirty blond curls as short as the dirty blond hair on her
head. Reaching out to open up the toybox again, sifting through
it with a soft rattle of plastic, a slither of latex.

Edie, toes curling in the shag, one hand between her breasts
bigger than Addison's, but not by so much that it matters. Red
hair swinging as she stoops then to sit between Vanessa's legs.
An awkward moment, Vanessa's hands on her shoulders. Not facing
her, but back to her, back against her. Arms in black silk
slipping around her, a kiss nipped to her neck. She sees what
Addison is holding up. An obtuse, lazy V, thick and long, an
electric blue not often found in nature, gleaming slickly in the
sunlight. Um, says Edie. Oh. It's, um. Big.

Fuck yes oh my God yes fuck me fuck me yes, says the blonde on
the television screen.

Vanessa's hands between Edie's slim thighs now, gently spreading
them to rest against her own spread legs, black silk, bare skin.
Hands sliding the length of Edie's thighs, down to her tangled
reddish-brown pubic hair and up again, and down her thighs again
as Addison crawls between them, smiling at Edie. Kissing Edie.
Edie's arms coming around Addison then, and Edie kissing back.

Addison, sitting back on her heels, holding up a floppy sheaf of
condoms, and Vanessa shaking her head. Just the two of you, she
says, thumbing Edie's nipple as she slides her fingers along the
lips of Edie's cunt, Edie shivering and sighing. Addison pouting.
I'm just here to help, says Vanessa, holding up her wet fingers
to Edie's mouth. An extra pair of hands. Edie licks Vanessa's
fingers, which then slip right back down between her legs. An
extra mouth, says Vanessa, kissing Edie as she beckons to
Addison, then kissing Addison as she continues to finger Edie.

You know, says different blonde on the television screen,
unzipping her crotch-hugger cut-offs, I've never been massaged by
a woman before.

Mm, Mom, says Addison, as Vanessa licks her chin, kisses her
throat, her lips. You're the sexy best.

Edie's not quite, says Vanessa, not quite ready. Why don't we let
her get to know Dan, while you -

And Addison, down on her elbows between Edie's thighs, the thick
blue length of Dan turning over and over in Edie's curious hands.
Oh, says Edie, sharply, as Addison's ass waves in the air, her
giggle muffled by Edie's pussy.

What do you think? asks Vanessa, smiling as Addison's free hand
steals across her bared knee, the outside of her bared thigh.

Oh, says Edie, um. I, uh. Uh! I think it's, it's neat. It's big.

Do you want to try it?

Edie, slowly, nods.

Let me show you something. The middle. Do you feel that? Where
it's soft? Twist it a little.

Dan begins to buzz, and Edie nearly drops it on Addison's head.

Vanessa smiles. Give it another minute or so, she says, kissing
Edie's cheek. Twisting Dan again in Edie's hands, and Dan falls
still. Play with her ass while she eats you. She loves that.
Vanessa reaches out to find the remote. The image of fingers
being swallowed by a reddish-pink cunt shuts suddenly off the
television set.

Naked now, Vanessa sits on her side, legs together, propped on
one arm, stroking Edie's head lying in her lap. Addison kissing
Edie's mouth, her hand between Edie's widespread legs. I think,
says Addison, maybe?

Edie nods.

Kneeling between Edie's legs, Addison holds Dan, brushing Edie's
pussy with one end. Put your hands on it, says Vanessa. Hold it.
You're in control, says Vanessa. You slide it in. You tell it
where to go.

Edie nods again.

Dan's head slips up, and Edie pushes it down, and the lips of her
cunt slip around it, and she takes a sharp deep breath. Addison
puts a hand on her arm. Smiling. Vanessa, stroking her hair. Edie
takes another deep breath, and Dan slips a little further inside
her. Oh, says Edie, oh. Gently, says Vanessa. Should I? says
Addison. A little, says Edie, please, push a little, ah! Gently,
gently, says Vanessa, no need to rush.

More? says Addison.

Oh, oh, says Edie, oh yes. Yes. Oh.

Addison pumping now, her back bobbing as she puts her shoulders
and her hips into it, rocking Dan in and out of Edie, Edie's
hands wrapping around it, guiding it, her head tossed back, her
hair lapping over Vanessa's hip. Addison looks to Vanessa, and
Vanessa nods, as Edie trembles between them, moaning. Hon, says
Vanessa, reaching across Edie's body to lay a hand on Dan,
slowling now as Edie's hips jerk. Hang on, hon, says Vanessa,
pulling and pushing Dan more slowly than Addison had. Kneeling
forward, Addison kisses Vanessa, and again, deeply, Edie
unknowing moaning beneath them. Then Addison sits back, kicking
her feet forward, spreading her legs. Edie, hon, says Vanessa,
look up. Sit up a little.

Blowing out a heavy breath, Edie opens her eyes. Vanessa kisses
her, a slow and melting kiss. It's time for Addy to join you,
says Vanessa.

Edie looks at Addison, looks down. Vanessa has let go. The bright
blue dong stuffed up inside pops out of her at its obtuse angle.
She grins at it. I have a dick, she says.

Fuck and be fucked, says Addison, hiking herself up a little. We
need to scissor our legs, she says, and oh, says Edie, oh, I get
it - One leg over, one leg under, and Addison crabbing forward a
little, one hand back, one hand on Dan, as Vanessa shifts herself
so as not to tangle, holding Dan straight and up again, as Edie
bites her lip, oh, fuck -

Addison smiles, and they all hold still a moment. Oh, says
Addison, mmm - Lowering herself. Oh, oh. Oh.

Sit up a little, Edie, says Vanessa, as Addison rocks back, her
butt on the ground. The two of them joined by less than a
handspan now of bright blue, pussy to pussy.

Oh, says Edie.

Fuck, says Addison, fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me.

The girls begin to undulate, slowly at first, red hair swinging,
short blond hair a-bob. Eyes shut in grimacing faces. Legs
entwined, small tits jiggling, fingers clenching shag, a heel
pounding. Vanessa kneeling beside them, still, so still, smiling.
Smiling. Green eyes flying open as Edie looks so suddenly
surprised, as if this were the last thing she expected, flopping
against Addison, juddering, groaning. Let it out, says Vanessa,
and Oh, fuck! says Edie, oh my fucking God!

Hah, says Addison, hah. Sit up. Sit up, Edie. It bends. Sit up.
Edie sits up, a little, and Addison wraps an arm around her, and
they pull themselves to each other, heads rolling into a hungry
kiss. Vanessa kneeling next to them, one arm on Edie's shoulders,
one hand on Addison's ass. Edie kissing Vanessa now, licking her
lips, Addison grinning. Vanessa kissing Addison as Edie licks
Vanessa's throat, Addison beginning to rock again, grunting.
Vanessa's hand slipping between their bellies -

Shit! says Addison, rocking back, as Edie yelps, oh! Oh! Both
girls shuddering as Vanessa rocks back, laughing. Dan's buzz
muffled but clearly audible. You - Mom - you bitch - says Vanessa
through clenched teeth. Edie's head rocks back, oh fuck!

Yeah!

Goddamn!

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

Vanessa spreads her legs and strokes her own pussy, gently,
watching the scissored girls jerk before her, pussies slapping
together, Dan completely swallowed, gone, inside. Slides one
finger inside and rocks her hand back and forth, in and out. Oh,
boy, she says to herself. Oh, boy.

Oh my fucking - Goddamn! Yes, oh, God! Yes! Edie, damn! Oh! Fuck
me, oh! Addy - Addy - oh, Addy - Jesus, I've - Never - oh, fuck!
Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me -

Girls! says the man in the doorway, a purple towel hanging low
about his hips. Peter and I are - what is all this commotion -

Hah, says Addison, slowing. Opening her eyes. Rocking still, but
slower, against still-bucking Edie, oh, oh fuck! Hah. Dad. Oh.
Hey, Dad. Oh.

Jackson, says Vanessa, leaning back, still idly stroking her
pussy.

Vanessa, says Jackson. Was this your idea? You of all people
should know better than to encourage this sort of behavior in the
den.

What do you want, Jackson? says Vanessa. Edie, eyelids
fluttering, slumping against Addison's upraised thigh, Addison
catching her hand, licking it. Biting it as she pumps, lazily.

Peter had an idea, says Jackson, his mouth curling. Looking away.
I was wondering if we could borrow Plastic Dan - what? What's so
funny? Vanessa. Addison! What's so darned funny?

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                                            as falls cuyahoga,
                                      so falls cuyahoga falls
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