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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 24


Mrs. Thomas came back to the house with my mom later that 
afternoon. I wasn't expecting her. She poked her head into my 
bedroom without knocking, catching me by surprise.

"Did you see the new DVD?" she eagerly asked, scaring the crap 
out of me.

I twisted around on my bed to look at her.

"What the ... oh, hi, Doris," I squeamishly replied while 
instinctively covering up quickly. It certainly wasn’t the first 
time she'd seen me without clothes. I still wasn’t quite used to 
the whole nudist thing yet though.

"Hi, naked girl!" she jested at catching me by surprise. It made 
me blush even more.

"Well, did you watch it?"

"The one on top of the player?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew 
which one she meant.

"No, silly,” she said, while rolling her eyes. She stepped 
further into my room and closed the door, “You did find the one 
already in the player, right?"

I looked at her seriously, and asked, "Did you really mean for me 
to watch that one?”

"Of course!" she said, as if it was the silliest thing for me to 
ask.

"Why? I mean, aren't you showing me something that I’m not 
supposed to see?"

"Sure. That's why I wanted you to see it," she casually replied.

I was puzzled by her logic, "Because I’m not supposed to see it?"

"That, and also because you're my pal."

I smiled at that. But it did cause me to briefly wonder just how 
loyal a pal she actually was to me and my mother.

"Aren't you betraying Mom? I thought she was your friend?"

If she’d be disloyal to Mom by telling me her secrets, would she 
betray me with Mom as well?

"Your mother is my friend. We're as close as ever," she reacted, 
looking at me like it was just another silly question.

She still wasn’t making sense. "But Mom wouldn't want me to see 
that!"

She came over and sat by me on the bed, "She told me I could 
reveal things that I thought you were ready for."

That sounded familiar. Mrs. Clark had said the same thing to me a 
number of times.

Very apprehensively, I asked, "She knows I just watched the DVD 
with Jamie and her then?"

"No. But, she obviously knows you possibly could've seen it while 
we were gone. I doubt that she thinks you did though."

I had to ask, for my own peace of mind, “Doris, you know Mrs. 
Clark has been telling me things. I know she’s saying just enough 
to try to satisfy me, while keeping me in the dark. I really like 
her, but I know she’s rarely being completely open with me about 
things. It’s like she’s trying to control me ...”

I paused before finally asking, “Are you and Mom playing me too?”

She paused a moment before asking, “Do you feel manipulated?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

“Have you felt manipulated by me?”

“No, but ...”

“Once bitten, twice shy?”

“I guess ...”

“There’s only one thing I’ve said I can’t tell you about.”

“My mom’s ‘BIG’ secret?” I said, rolling my eyes. I made a 
production out of saying ‘big’ too.

“It is pretty big, sweetie,” she said seriously, in response to 
my theatrics. “And, since you’re wondering, I didn’t tell your 
mom that I told you to watch the DVD.”

I looked down at the bed, a bit relieved that she hadn’t.

She then added, “Even though I haven’t told you about that one 
thing, I’ve told you everything else you’ve asked, right?”

“Yeah ...”

“So, ask me something else. Anything at all. Right now.”

“Huh?”

“Ask me something you’ve been wondering or worrying about.”

I was totally caught unprepared. Was she serious? I had a 
thousand questions to ask! Which one though? I decided to ask 
something outrageous. It was something I’d wondered about when 
finding out she’d been paid to do sex movies.

“Did my mom ever have sex for money?”

“You mean outside of doing movies?”

“Yeah,” I hesitantly nodded.

“We both have,” she bluntly answered.

“Like prostitutes?!” I almost shouted, completely dumbfounded.

“Exactly like prostitutes,” she said without reservation. “You 
could say we were escorts, call girls, harlots, strumpets, 
working girls, paid sluts, whores ... pick a name!”

I just sat there with my mouth hanging open.

She grinned at my reaction. “Are you going to be okay?” she 
joked.

“Yeah,” I forced out. I than asked the next logical question, 
“When?”

“We did it in college with some other co-eds. It was a well-
organized thing. It was pretty good money, too. It’s probably why 
your mom was so open to the suggestion of doing pornos.”

"Oh ... my ... Gawd," I breathlessly whined. I was utterly 
speechless.

She snickered, "You should come to church more often. You keep 
bringing up God all the time."

"Ha ha," I mockingly replied.

"Ha ha, hell," she retorted. “Did I blow your mind?”

“Mom was paid to ... I mean ... how much?” I muttered, mentally 
stumbling for a coherent thought.

“We weren’t cheap, sweetie. And we weren’t ever standing on 
street corners. Our customers weren’t into cheap either. They 
paid good money specifically for sexy young college girls who 
could be very discreet.”

“How long did you guys do it?”

“Just during our freshman year. After the first summer doing 
movies, we figured we better cool it back at school. We made 
about as much money in a shorter timeframe doing movies anyways. 
But then, I had my generous uncle to be thankful for that. Also, 
he didn’t like the idea of us, especially his niece, being 
prostitutes.”

“But being a porn actress was cool with him?” I asked 
disbelievingly.

“I know that sounds rather silly, but he had control over the 
movies ... and what we did in them ... as well as who we did it 
with. It was legal too.”

“Who ... who would Mom do as a prostitute? Rich fuddy duddies?”

“Actually, your mom became a favorite for a wealthy middle-age 
couple early on. They’d have her spend whole weekends with them 
sometimes, even go on short trips. They’d buy her gifts and 
clothes too.”

“Trips? How would they explain it to people?”

“She was just portrayed as a good friend. Sometimes your mom 
pretended to be a younger sister to one of them. Most of the time 
they just spent a day or two together at their home alone,” she 
answered, watching my reaction closely.

“... playing games,” she then added with a smile.

“Gawd, Doris!”

"You really should come to church more,” she teased again.

“You’re not going to let up until I say I’ll come, are you?”

“Of course, not. I really want you to come to church more, 
especially Sunday School. Even better, bring your parents and 
Jamie."

"I better not bring Jamie to Sunday School."

"I heard about his extensive knowledge of the bible from your 
mother,” she chuckled. “Boys will be boys. So, tell him to come 
too ... I’ll find some more bible verses for him,” she winked.

I snorted, and said, “You two would be dangerous together.”

“Who says we haven’t already been ‘studying the bible’ together 
already?” she asked, feigning protest at my underestimation of 
her.

She’d caught me off-guard again. “Have you and Jamie ... you 
know?”

“A few times,” she said coyly. “You’re lucky to have him for a 
brother. We’ll have to compare notes.”

I’d definitely been underestimating Mrs. Thomas ... and my 
brother. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You didn’t ask,” she teased yet again. She seemed to love doing 
that to me. “So, will you come to church more often?”

I wanted to please Mrs. Thomas by saying yes, but I wasn’t all 
that crazy about church still.

"I'll think about it. But don't look for me."

"I'll have sex with you in the church basement if you come," she 
tempted.

That definitely got me thinking about it. I was finally convinced 
that I’d do just about anything for this woman.

"Will I get an ‘A’ on my Sunday School report card?” I asked 
sweetly. “My parents would be so proud of me!"

"You're bad," she playfully chastised. “You’re so much like your 
Mom too.”

"Don't be a hater," I playfully chided. She chuckled.

"So, you'll come this Sunday?"

"I'll be there,” I promised. “Should I wear panties?" I 
coquettishly asked.

"I can't take them off of you if you don't, dear.”

I was so in love with this woman.

"Doris?"

"Yes?"

"I wish we were sisters."

"I'm glad we're what we are."

"I wish we could spend more time together," I said wishfully.

"We can spend some time together Wednesday afternoon,” she 
offered. “I want you to come to the church activities that night 
too. You’d like the youth group.”

“I’d love to spend the afternoon with you,” I gladly accepted. “I 
dunno about the youth group though ...”

The opportunity to spend more time with Mrs. Thomas was 
convincing enough. However, I wasn’t at all excited about sitting 
in on the youth group though. The last time few times I’d gone, 
the kids were just too full of Jesus for my liking.”

Mrs. Thomas then sweetened the deal, “You can sleepover Wednesday 
night with me too, if you want?"

"With you and your husband?"

"Of course. Can you behave yourself while you're with us?"

Feigning indignation, I replied, "I always do."

“So it’s a date?”

“I can’t ever tell you no,” I confessed. “Plus, you had me at 
'basement sex',” I said, causing us both to giggle.

“Melissa?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you trust me now?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, still in a bit of a daze. “You sure know how 
to convince a girl.”


******


Peter called me not long after he arrived home from his 
grandparents. I still wasn't sure where I wanted things to go. 
But every time I talked to him lately, I felt even better about 
us. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to be with 
him. If he had been older than me, I wouldn’t have thought at all 
about it. His looks had never bothered me. He was very cute. He 
actually looked a few years older. He was even great when it came 
to sex. He was funny and easy to talk to.

But he’d always been Pam's 'little brother'.

Maybe it was just that association that had bothered me. It 
reminded me of, well ... me. Jamie's 'little sister'. Fuck that 
shit, I decided. I liked the guy. He made me feel sexy.

Maybe even loved.

The words 'slow down' passed through my head. I ignored them, as 
usual.

"Hi, Melissa."

"Hi, Peter."

We talked for hours. I was either smiling or laughing most of the 
time.

There was also phone sex again, this time without Jamie fucking 
me. I came this time too.

Maybe I should get a job as a phone sex girl? 1-800-MEL-ISSA? I 
wondered if Mom had done something like that between gigs being a 
high-class hooker and a porn actress. Maybe I could be the first 
in my family for once?


******


Tuesday afternoon I was able to talk alone with Sarah in my 
bedroom. I gave her the details of how we'd been setup by her mom 
and dad to give our parents and the Walcotts a sex show using her 
parents' webcam. Just like me with my parents, she didn't even 
know they had one. She was amazed at just how far they would go 
to play a sex game.

"I can't believe my parents arranged that with your mom and dad 
... and the Walcotts too! Gawd!” Sarah exclaimed.

I added, "You know the Rayners would've been in on it too if 
they'd been home."

“It was probably the Rayners idea to do something like that,” 
Sarah said, shaking her head, still somewhat baffled by it all. 
“I can’t believe my parents would actually arrange it as well.”

Sarah was obviously struggling with the whole idea. It was one 
thing to play blindfold games in the privacy of a bedroom, but 
this took things to another level. The thought of it having been 
viewed over the internet seemed to really unnerve her.

In hindsight, it did the same to me, and I’d been in on it 
upfront. I was feeling guilty about that, too. I could’ve said no 
to Mrs. Clark when she brought the idea up. However, that word 
seemed to be eluding me when it came to these sex games lately.

"I knew our parents did things together, but I didn't think they 
were doing shit like this!” Sarah said, looking at me perplexed. 
“My parents made me a porn actress!"

I hadn’t thought about it that way. It caused me to momentarily 
wonder if this had been my Mom’s idea. How would she feel if I 
followed in her footsteps as a porn actress? Would she try to 
stop me?

“Are you mad at me?” I squeamishly asked. “I could’ve stopped 
it.”

“I’m not mad at you, Mel. I’m not really mad at anyone. It just 
kinda bothers me right now thinking about what we did ... and who 
set it up.”

“Nothing really bothers me too much anymore,” I stated. “You know 
our parents are kinky as fuck. We really don’t know anything 
about them beyond what they let us see.”

Sarah added while smiling, “And what we accidentally discover ... 
especially you.”

“I can’t help that I’m so accident prone!” I said, giggling with 
her.

I then told Sarah about walking in on her mom and Mrs. Rayner 
earlier in the summer, catching them hiding in the Rayner's house 
so they could watch and take pictures of us having sex in the 
backyard. It further bewildered her. I knew exactly what she was 
feeling too. It was like someone had kidnapped our real parents, 
and left behind some perverted strangers.

It'd been tough for me to wrap my head around everything when I'd 
discovered what my own mom was capable of. It was like I was 
meeting her for the first time. I suppose I really was.

I decided to find out what else Sarah might know about the couple 
that had first seduced her.

"Did you ever see the Walcotts with anyone else?"

"I didn't see them having sex with anyone else, if that’s what 
you’re asking,” she replied. “They probably were though. They did 
a pretty good job of hiding things from me. So, who knows?"

“Our moms weren’t nearly as careful the time you caught them 
having sex,” I said. That got me thinking even more. "Do you 
think they set it up for you to see them together?"

Sarah thought for a moment, and then said, "Maybe. I still think 
I saw that by accident. But since you told me that my mom set it 
up that time I'd seen her masturbating, who knows for sure?"

Sarah scrunched her lips looking at me while racking her brain 
for a clue to latch onto. She then said, “We’re not going to 
figure this out on our own. Without someone like Mrs. Thomas who 
knows ... well ...” she said, shrugging.

It was going to take someone other than us to figure everything 
out. And, we both were friends with someone who likely knew 
things we didn’t.

"I wish Pam would tell us more,” I wistfully said.

“I'm certain she's known about some things longer than us,” Sarah 
groaned. “She couldn’t help but know! She isn’t ‘Miss Know It 
All’ for nothing.”

“Her parents are freaks,” I stated. We both smirked in agreement. 
“She's had to have seen stuff we don't know about."

“Peter might tell you quicker than Pam ... since you’re putting 
out the goods for him,” she said, giggling.

Feigning contempt, I tilted my head giving her a wry smile.

She chuckled and said, “I’m just kidding, Miss Sensitive.”

Sarah looked down for a moment, lost in her thoughts. She then 
looked back at me, "Pam is much more involved in this than either 
of us ever thought. I’m sure she got exposed to things sooner 
than we did too. I bet she’s been doing stuff with Penny and 
Peter for a while now ... with their parents’ blessing."

“What about Julie? I asked.

“The Walcotts are nothing like the Rayners,” she confidently 
stated.

I agreed, saying, "The Walcotts are more like our parents."

"You mean ... 'more normal'?” Sarah chuckled. “What the fuck is 
normal about any of this?"

"Does 'less freaky' work for you, Miss Nitpicky?" I snickered.

"That'll do, Miss Touchy," she playfully shot back.

"I bet it's because they're teachers, and have a lot more to lose 
if people found out that they are swingers and nudists ... and 
corrupting kids," I speculated.

Since we were comparing kinky parents, I decided to tell Sarah 
about the blindfold game the past Saturday, and how her parents 
had used a hood instead of a blindfold with me. Her eyes went 
wide when I told her what I suspected.

"Sarah, I swear it was my father's cock I felt in my hands."

"Are you really that sure?" she asked. I didn’t think she really 
doubted me much. She knew how daring my parents could be. She’d 
been experiencing it with them for some time. She added, “It just 
seems too wild ... even for them.”

"I know it sounds crazy, but let's say for a moment it wasn't my 
daddy. He or Mom had to tell your parents about what you did with 
him the day before ... when you made Daddy think it was me in the 
bedroom ... which I was ...” Sarah started looking at me funny. I 
was babbling. I continued though, “... but wasn't as far as he 
knew ... which he might have known." My head was starting to 
spin, but Sarah was used to interpreting my gibberish.

"Maybe my parents were testing you ... to see if you’d let on 
somehow that you’d been there with me and your dad," Sarah 
deduced.

"Shit. I probably gave myself away by calling out his name!"

"So what? Your mom knows you rubbed your cooch against his cock 
that night on the couch. He didn't stop you when you were ringing 
his ding dong," she said, giggling.

"This is getting so complicated, and you're joking around," I 
grumbled. "I hate games!"

“It’s not like either of them would be mad that you’d been in the 
room, too,” she said, trying to ease my mind. “And Mel, you're 
loving every minute of this."

"Am not!" I protested, even though I was guilty as fuck.

"Remember who you're talking to?"

I shyly grinned.

I then said, "Okay, I'm convinced Daddy told Mom everything about 
the game we played with him on Friday afternoon. She likely told 
your mom. I was obviously set up to think it was Daddy rubbing 
his cock on my hoo-ha, whether it was him or not. Mr. Walcott 
wasn't shaved the weekend before. They wanted me to suspect it 
was Daddy. They wanted to take the game up a notch with me."

"They wound you up a notch, that's for sure."

I rolled my eyes at her before saying, "I've got to see that 
video!"

"You won't, unless Mrs. Thomas gets a copy of it," Sarah 
concluded. She was right too.

"I need to tell her about all of this. She could at least find 
out, even if she doesn't see the video herself."

"I'm surprised she tells you so much," Sarah said, almost 
sounding jealous.

"She's so different than our moms. She's not afraid to tell me 
things. Maybe it's because she doesn't have kids. I dunno what it 
is, but I like her a lot. I trust her too."

"Maybe you're trusting her too much?"

No way, I thought. Not after our talk earlier. She couldn’t be 
playing me. Nobody is that good.

"I’m certain she isn’t trying to trick me. You’d have to be 
around her more to know why," I confidently said. "She’s really 
wild though. She and her husband are definitely into sex with 
others too. You'd never guess it if you only knew her from church 
though."

"I guess they enjoy having a secret life," Sarah shrugged. “It’s 
just so dangerous with them being church leaders.”

"Everyone seems to have a secret life,” I said, looking at her 
almost accusingly. I was certain I still didn’t know everything 
about Sarah. “For a long time, I thought you were the one in the 
dark about everything. You knew about stuff long before I ever 
did."

"I didn't know about anyone else until I saw our moms together. I 
didn't see the Walcotts with anyone else while I was doing stuff 
with them either."

"You never saw them hanging out with other couples ... as just 
friends?"

"Well, yeah. The Prestons came over a few times while I was over 
there. One time Jennifer came with them, but it just looked like 
two families spending time together. Mrs. Walcott had a few other 
friends over sometimes. I’d never seen them before, but I didn’t 
ever see her fooling around with any of them.”

I was surprised she’d mentioned seeing Jennifer. "I saw Jennifer 
Friday night at the mall. She didn't say anything to me, which 
was weird. I was talking to Tammy most of the time though when we 
were all together."

"I don't know Jennifer like you do,” she said. “We didn’t have 
any classes together, and she never hung out with any of us after 
school."

"She hasn't called me all summer, but I haven't tried calling her 
either. I doubt she would know anything though."

"She does like hanging out with you at school," Sarah told me.

"She's cool. I like hanging out with her,” I said, fondly 
remembering some talks we’d had. “There's no way she'd ever tell 
me anything about her parents and the Walcotts though, especially 
if she knew something was going on between them. I certainly 
wouldn't tell her anything about our parents. I doubt she'd know 
anything anyways.”

“Probably not,” Sarah concluded. “They haven’t lived here that 
long either.”

“Even if she might know something, we haven't talked all summer. 
She'd think I was weird to be asking about her parents now."

Sarah asked, "Do you think Peter would know more about the 
Prestons?"

"He obviously knows Jennifer better than I realized,” I said. 
“But, I don't want him to think I'm retarded by asking too many 
questions. I'm not sure I'm even ready for Peter to know 
everything about me and the stuff I've been doing with everyone. 
If I start asking him a lot of questions, he may ask his own."

"Peter probably hasn't been involved in any of our parents’ games 
for long, if at all."

I nodded, "You’re probably right."

I felt like I could make Peter feel comfortable enough to tell me 
things. I'd have to reveal some things to gain his confidence. He 
already knew I was into girls and my brother. I wasn't sure what 
else was safe to tell him though. I didn't think it would be a 
good idea to bring up that I'd fucked his father and mother, at 
least not yet. I'm sure he had his own secrets, just like I did.

Sarah then anxiously asked, "So, what else happened after they 
took the hood off you?"

"We had an orgy. Duh."

"Seriously?" she asked, a bit unbelieving. I think she was still 
coming to grips with her parents doing things with me. Adding the 
Walcotts into the mix had to be overwhelming her some.

"Yeah, seriously. Does it bother you?"

"It shouldn't, but it does a little. You know?"

"I know. It was the first time I'd actually participated in 
something with all of them at the same time, when I wasn't 
blindfolded. We all had sex together for a few hours. It was 
pretty wild being the center of attention for all of them."

Sarah was still struggling with what I was saying. She’d done 
threesomes with adults, but listening to me talk about 
participating in an orgy with two couples was something new for 
her.

"Mrs. Walcott is one kinky teacher," I grinned.

"What do you mean?" Sarah eagerly asked.

"The spanking she got. It was pretty wild."

"Oh ... um, yeah. She sorta likes that," Sarah said, 
uncomfortably. I’d struck a nerve with her.

"Talk to me, Sarah," I urged her.

She paused for a moment. I knew she was about to tell me 
something that would embarrass her.

"Mr. Walcott spanked me a few times," she awkwardly admitted.

"So cool," I replied reassuringly, intentionally trying to make 
her feel at ease.

"You don't think that’s too weird?" she tentatively asked.

I looked at her with a very exasperated expression. "After all 
the shit we've been admitting to doing? And you think THAT'S too 
weird?”

She shyly grinned, "Well, it is really really weird."

"I can go with ‘really really weird’," I nudged her playfully. 
"It was wild watching your mom with Mrs. Walcott. She really got 
into spanking her."

Sarah’s was clearly surprised by that. She incredulously asked, 
"My mother was the one who spanked her?!"

"Girl, your mom spanked me once at my house ... with Mrs. Rayner 
watching," I proudly admitted. I then realized how weird it was 
to be proud I was a pervert.

Sarah shook her head a few times while lost in her thoughts. She 
was obviously trying to deal with the idea of her mom doing 
something like that to me and another woman.

I teasingly asked, "Has your mom ever ‘spanked’ you?"

"Mel!" she shouted at me.

"I'm just teasing!"

With a sly grin forming, she asked, "Did you like her spanking 
you?"

I started blushing while recalling that day, "It was ... 
interesting. It was more the things she said to me while she was 
doing it ..."

"That's the way it was with Mr. Walcott spanking me. I think we 
both got off more from the things he was saying to me than the 
actual spanking," Sarah said, still acting a little embarrassed.

"Do you still have a crush on him?"

She started to deny it. Her face scrunched up like she was about 
to pounce on me for insinuating something like that, but then she 
seemed to remember that I knew her too well.

"He's cute and all. We never did anything other than go down on 
each other ... and the times he spanked me and stuff."

I perked up at that, "And stuff?"

"Kissing and stuff," she bashfully said.

"'Making out' kissing?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah. He liked to just make out with me sometimes ... like we 
were a couple."

"Now THAT is weird, chica."

"I liked it ... he's good at it," Sarah started blushing big 
time.

“I’d be so jealous if I were his wife,” I said. I then bashfully 
admitted, "I've kissed your dad kinda passionately some, but not 
what I'd call making-out for any length of time."

"I’ve kissed your dad too,” she willingly offered. She also 
uncomfortably admitted, “Actually, I had more make out sessions 
with your mom than anyone else."

I felt seriously jealous when she said that. I envied very much 
the closeness she and Mom had shared over the past year.

I said, probably sounding disappointed, "Your mom and I kissed, 
but I wouldn't say we ever made out."

"You can make out with me anytime," she said, pushing me down on 
my back.

We proceeded to do just that too. It was fun just kissing and 
necking with her. It got rather intense too. The passion between 
us grew the longer we made out. If Sarah actually had done this 
with my mom, I was totally jealous of them both.


******


It was just after supper on Tuesday when I got a strange call.

"Come over and hang out with us, Mel."

Why did Penny want me to come over to her house? We'd had a good 
time during the nude sleepover in her backyard, but I was three 
years younger than her.

"Kari's here. We both want you to come over. Say you will."

"What are we gonna do?" I timidly asked.

"You'll see when you get here. You'll love it!"

I liked the idea that two sixteen year olds wanted me to hang out 
with them. It would probably make me more popular at school, 
especially since I wasn’t a cheerleader anymore. But what did 
they have planned for me? Penny was a Rayner. That meant she was 
a freak by birth. I hadn’t been around Kari long enough to know 
if she was just as wild as her friend, but the fact that she hung 
out with Penny spoke volumes. I decided to go for it. It wouldn’t 
be my first time doing something crazy.

I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. I found Mom relaxing 
in the family room.

I stood at the end of the couch, and asked, "Is it okay if I go 
over to Pam's house for a while."

"Are you spending the night with her?"

I didn't want to tell her that it wasn't Pam I was going to see. 
I wasn't even sure if Pam was there. I wasn’t sure she would let 
me go if Pam wasn’t. I cleared my throat softly, and sensibly 
said, "I might stay over. I'll call if I do."

"Peter will be glad to see you," she said, smiling. She was 
enjoying this thing with Peter way too much.

"I'm not going to see Peter!" I so wanted to scream at her. “Stop 
teasing me about him! Gawd!”

"I didn't mean it to sound like I was teasing you,” she said. 
“But he does have a thing for you."

"You were teasing me," I complained.

Mom’s look became sympathetic, "I apologize. It’s not every day 
your daughter is considering having her first boyfriend."

"Mom, I'm still trying to figure things out ... I almost wished 
he wasn't interested in me."

"Sweetie, you're gonna realize rather quickly that a lot of guys 
are going to be interested in you now. You’re fun to be around. 
You're becoming quite the beauty as well. You have a smokin' hot 
body for your age. More boys are really going to start noticing 
it too."

"Mom!" I whined incredulously. "I barely even have breasts! I'm 
far from smokin' hot."

"Your breasts are perfect for your body, Melissa,” she 
confidently affirmed. Looking directly into my eyes, she added, 
“You're a nice tight package.”

“Mom ...” I started to complain. She interrupted me though, as 
her eyes checked out my body.

“Look at yourself, Melissa. A smooth tight tummy, and slender 
waist. Long toned legs ... very sleek and soft,” she said, as she 
gazed at my body.

Bewildered, I looked down the front of my body.

She tilted her head to the side as if she was looking behind me. 
“... and that pert butt is simply adorable. It’s so firm and 
round. Very sexy.”

What the hell? Did Mom think she was talking to her sex toy 
Sarah? I was totally shocked by the way she was describing me. I 
cleared my throat, but couldn’t find the right words to say to 
her.

She finally looked at my face again. I wondered if it had finally 
dawned on her that I wasn’t her little girlfriend. “Like I said, 
a nice tight package.”

She grinned at my obvious discomfort.

“I’m serious, sweetie. More guys are gonna start noticing you, 
especially at school this year. Trust me. You’ll see. I had your 
body when I was your age."

Not only was I stunned at how unabashed she been about giving her 
assessment of my body, I was also surprised that she’d mentioned 
something about her past. Just for that alone, I walked over, sat 
on her lap and hugged her. I think she was a little surprised by 
that as well.

She looked at me affectionately, and said, "If it gets too late 
and you're not going to stay over, I'll come get you. I don't 
like my sexy daughter out alone after dark."

I rolled my eyes.

“Promise you’ll call?”

"Okay, Mom. I'll call you if it gets late." Sarcastically, I 
asked, “Do you want to hold my hand while I cross the street 
too?”

She snorted before she kissed my cheek, and softly said in my 
ear, “One day you’ll have your own sexy daughter to worry about. 
Then you’ll understand.”

I kissed her back and quickly got up to leave before she changed 
her mind about me going.


******


I really had no clue what Penny and Kari were up to, other than 
it likely would include sex. I was game for that though.

Both girls were sitting on the front steps when I rode up on my 
bike. They were smiling at each other when they saw me. I began 
to wonder if they were setting me up for something I might not 
like. It looked a little too conspiratorial.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Penny said, "Let’s go inside and you'll see."

They both could see I was hesitant.

Kari said, "C'mon, Mel. We're not trying to trick you or 
anything. I promise you'll have fun.”

That didn't really put me any more at ease though. While we'd had 
a good time together that Saturday night camping out, I couldn't 
quite understand why they would want a thirteen year old to hang 
out with them.

They led me upstairs to Penny's room. We all crashed on her bed.

"So, what's going on?"

Kari said, "You'll see shortly."

"You guys aren't setting me up to look stupid, are you?"

Penny tried to ease my concerns, "Don't worry, Mel. You're cool 
with us. You were a lot of fun when we camped out. We thought 
we'd have fun hanging out with you more."

"Relax, chica,” Kari said. “You're one of us. We look out for 
each other. We have too.”

She had a great point. We weren't like some mafia family or 
anything, but we did have something that bonded us, even if there 
was an age difference.

"We have a very big secret we want to share with you," Penny 
stated, turning to grin at Kari.

I still wasn’t sure I wasn’t being setup by them. It did pique my 
interest though.

Penny continued, "First, let’s get naked. Everyone else is."

"Everyone else? Are Pam and Peter here?"

"Peter is,” Kari said, with a knowing smile. She was obviously 
aware that Peter and I were an item. “Pam is spending the night 
with my brother."

"Does Peter know I'm here?" I asked, a little more concerned 
where all this was going.

"No. Not yet anyways,” Penny replied, smiling just like Kari had. 
“By the way, are you dating my brother now?”

I wasn’t sure just what I should say to her. Was she talking to 
me as my friend, or as Peter’s big sister?

"We went to a movie last Friday," I shrugged. I tried to act like 
it wasn’t a big deal.

"He's a little younger than you. You're gonna catch hell for 
that, you know," she stated.

"I don't care. People can go to hell if they don't like it."

"Cool. But, don't hurt my brother,” she said, obviously in big 
sister mode now. “... at least not intentionally."

"I won't. It was just a date is all."

"Girl, he has a crush on you,” Penny admitted, which really 
surprised me. “He'll survive though. Just don't screw him up too 
much."

I wasn't sure I could screw him up any worse than his family 
would, but I knew what she meant.

We got naked and lay around on the bed talking about school 
starting back soon. They both warned me about certain teachers 
they'd had. Most of it I was already aware of though. I felt like 
I was older with them. They were far more experienced than I was, 
but they were treating me more like I was their age. It felt good 
too.

The more they talked though, the more I wondered when they were 
going to reveal this big secret of theirs. They seemed to be 
waiting for something to happen first though. I had no choice but 
to be patient. While they were treating me like I was their age, 
I knew I was still a little kid to them. In other words, I knew 
my place.

After talking a little while longer, Penny seemed to get a bit 
anxious. Finally she jumped off the bed and left the room.

After watching Penny leave, I turned back to Kari, “What’s going 
on?”

“I think things are about ready. Penny will let us know.”

I still felt like they might be setting me up to look silly. They 
could easily pull a prank on me and Peter to embarrass us.

I sat up on the edge of the bed, and picked up my clothes from 
the floor. I was gonna at least have my clothes if I needed to 
make a run for the hills.

Kari noticed that I was starting to panic, “I swear, Mel. We’re 
not gonna trick you.”

“Does this involve Peter,” I asked cautiously. “You’re not going 
to make fun of us dating?”

She didn’t have a chance to answer before Penny came back. “It’s 
time,” she said, with a big grin.

Time for what?

Penny left the doorway and disappeared before I was even off the 
bed. Kari grinned at me while getting off the bed. She then 
grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her. I decided to just 
let whatever they’d setup for me happen.

Kari led me out of the room into the hall and toward Mr. and Mrs. 
Rayner’s closed bedroom door, where Penny was standing. She was 
grinning excitedly.

Penny then laid the law down to me. "Okay, Mel. You have to swear 
on penalty of death not to ever tell anyone about this."

"I swear, I guess. What's going on?"

"I mean it, girl. Swear you won't. You will die a painful hideous 
death at my hands if you do tell anyone. I'll kill you, then 
mutilate your body, and then kill you again."

"I swear! I swear! Now, what's going on?!"

"You'll see," she smiled knowingly again. "Follow me. Just don't 
say anything until Kari or I tell you it’s okay to."

What the hell was going on?

Kari stepped behind me, and grabbed my shoulders with her hands. 
It was like she thought I still might bolt on her. I was too 
curious to run away though, no matter what I was about to walk in 
on.

Penny opened the door and my eyes opened wide. On the bed was her 
father. Naked. Blindfolded. His wrists were restrained to the 
bed. Kari nudged me to go into the bedroom behind Penny.

Penny held a finger up to her lips reminding me to keep quiet. 
Kari positioned me at the foot of the bed, pointing for me to 
stay there. She then went to the right side of the bed, while 
Penny went to the left side.

I stood at the foot looking between the three of them. The two 
older girls were looking at me to see my reaction. I'm not sure 
what they saw on my face though. This was beyond bizarre.

"Hi, Mr. Rayner," Kari said.

"Hi, Kari. Are we alone?"

"You'll find out soon enough," she said, turning to grin at me.

Kari sat on the bed beside Mr. Rayner's legs. She began rubbing 
his thigh, coming close to but not touching his cock. He wasn't 
hard, but that was quickly changing.

"I see someone likes what I'm doing."

He laid there without verbally responding. He was responding in 
other ways though. He was obviously enjoying what Kari was doing. 
Penny just stood there watching, like me.

Kari finally couldn't resist taking Mr. Rayner's hard dick in her 
hand. She stroked him gently, teasing him.

"You always like it when I play with your big cock, don't you?"

"You're very good at it."

"Want me to do more?"

"Yes, ma'am. I do."

Kari grinned at me before she leaned down and began swirling her 
tongue around the head of his dick. His hips lifted off the bed 
when she did, trying to get his cock inside her mouth. She wasn't 
through teasing him though.

"You don't like me licking your dick?"

"I love it."

I glanced at Penny. She was playing with a nipple with one hand, 
while rubbing her clit with the other. It wasn't long ago that 
I'd have been totally shocked that she would get that excited 
staring at her naked father. Now, it just seemed like it was 
almost normal for it to happen, at least with this family. 
Morally, I wasn't any better than Penny though. I'd already done 
things with my blindfolded father.

"But you'd rather I suck it, right?" Kari carried on her banter 
with Mr. Rayner.

"You're one of the best at it."

"One of the best?” she asked, feigning being insulted. “As much 
as I’ve sucked your cock, I’m still just ‘one’ of the best? Am I 
just another pretty mouth?”

“Oh, it’s pretty, but you also have that special thing you do 
with your tongue ...” he responded, trying to sweet talk her.

“I’m special too, huh? I bet you can't even tell who is sucking 
you when you're blindfolded."

"I bet I could tell if it's you, if you suck me like usual."

“Is that so?” she playfully asked. "I have a good friend here 
with me. Want to see if you can tell the difference between us?"

So that's why they invited me over. Penny and Kari wanted me to 
be part of their blindfold game, except I wasn't the one wearing 
a blindfold. Had they found out about what Sarah and I had done 
with my father? I didn't really see how they could know.

Penny seemed to be in a trance staring at her best friend 
fondling her father’s cock. It was pretty wild watching her 
getting off on what we were about to do to her father.

"Who is your friend?"

"It's Melissa. Tell Melissa hello."

I was shocked that she’d told him it was me already.

"Hi, Melissa."

I looked at Kari to see if it was okay to speak. She nodded that 
it was fine.

Clearing my throat, I nervously said, "Hi, Mr. Rayner." I almost 
didn’t get the words out.

"You're on the other side of the blindfold this time. Having 
fun?"

"Yes, sir. So far."

Kari asked him, "Has Melissa ever sucked your cock?"

"Not yet. I'm looking forward to it though."

"I bet you are. I hear she's one of the best too," she said, 
winking at me.

Penny looked like she was getting close to an orgasm. The whole 
scene had me soaking wet.

Kari then explained things, "So here is what we're gonna do. 
We're going to take turns sucking you. Then you have to guess 
which one of us it is. No clues other than what you feel on your 
big hard dick."

Kari moved off the bed. She motioned me to come around to her 
side of the bed to go first. I climbed up on the bed and moved to 
where I could get at him easily. I held my hair back with one 
hand so it wouldn't brush his legs or anything.

First, I licked from his balls to the tip of his shaft, before 
taking the head into my mouth. I began slowly taking a few inches 
of him inside, working my tongue on the underside as I went. I 
took in over half of his dick, still slithering my tongue against 
it. I then bobbed my head slowly, taking more of him each time. 
After a few minutes, I began to slowly pull my mouth away from 
him, letting my lips drag along the entire length, kissing the 
head as I pulled away.

Mr. Rayner said, "That was incredible."

Kari put her head next to mine. "No guessing yet," she told him.

I moved off the bed so Kari could climb on. She didn't though. 
She again stepped behind me and held my shoulders.

We both were looking across the bed at Penny, and then Kari 
leaned her head over my shoulder so she could see my face. She 
was smiling deviously at me. She held her finger to her lips to 
remind me to be quiet. We then watched as Penny climbed on the 
bed.

My mouth opened to say 'no way'. It was an involuntary reflex, 
but Kari put her hand over my open mouth in time to stop me. I'd 
done this to my father in front of Sarah. Now Penny was going to 
do it to hers in front of me and Kari!

Penny took her father's cock in her hand and began licking it. 
She was bathing it with her tongue for maybe half a minute before 
she took him deep in her mouth. She was giving him a rather noisy 
wet blowjob. Her spit was literally running down his shaft from 
her mouth. He was certainly enjoying it too.

Penny was making gurgling noises too, especially as she took him 
really deep. Occasionally when she’d momentarily pull her mouth 
away to catch her breath, a strand of saliva would keep them 
joined together momentarily before it’d break and dangle from her 
bottom lip.

I stood there in awe. I’d never seen a blowjob like that before, 
at least not in person.

Penny finally pulled away from her father and got off the bed. 
Her mouth and chin covered with her spit. It was still dangling 
off her chin some. She didn’t even try to wipe it away. She 
looked so obscene, and she was enjoying it.

Kari walked to the end of the bed before saying anything. She 
then asked, "Okay, which one was me?"

"Neither."

Did he know one of them was his daughter?!

"Which one was Melissa?"

"It had to be the first one."

"So, it wasn't me the second time."

"It wasn't you."

"Do you know who the second one was?"

He didn't respond right away. Did he know?

"I think it's my wife, but it could be Andrea."

My mom?! Penny and Kari both shushed me before I could say it out 
loud. I don't know why it surprised me when he said my mom's 
name. I'd figured they were doing stuff together. Was Penny 
mimicking the way my mom gives blowjobs? Based on the porn videos 
I’d seen, Mom could’ve given Penny some lessons using her dad as 
a prop. The thought of that made me really jealous of Penny.

Where was my motherly advice?!

"Which one though?" Kari pushed him for an answer.

Finally he said, "I'm betting it's Maggie pretending to be 
Andrea. I don't think Melissa's mom would be here with her."

Was Mr. Rayner just jerking my chain with this talk about my 
mother?

"You're wrong, Mr. Rayner. You lose that round," Kari informed 
him.

"Andrea is here with Melissa?" he anxiously asked.

"No clues for you, buster. You should be an expert at this by 
now," Kari reminded him.

"I got the first one correct though, didn't I?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"No help for the blind, huh?"

I stared at Penny, shaking my head in amazement. Was this the 
first time she'd sucked her father? I seriously doubted it. She’d 
licked his cock that time while playing Twister. Did she only 
suck him when he was blindfolded or couldn’t tell for sure it was 
her?

"Nope. You know the rules, mister,” Kari chastised him. “Let’s 
try something different this time. Think you can figure out who's 
riding your cock?"

"I'm certainly willing to try," he grinned.

"You're a very bad man," Kari teasingly scolded.

To change things up, Kari had me walk to Penny's side of the bed. 
She motioned for me to get on the bed. She indicated that she 
wanted me to move over Mr. Rayner so that I was hovering above 
his cock without touching him. I was a little lighter than Penny 
and Kari, so I expected he might be able to tell it was me based 
on how the bed sunk in. At that point though, it didn't really 
matter that he knew which one was me. The game was obviously 
about pulling a fast one on him with his daughter.

Once I was straddling him, I grabbed his cock with one hand to 
get it lined up with my pussy. I slowly sat down and almost 
moaned out loud. Kari and Penny both almost reached out to cover 
my mouth before I clinched it shut on my own.

I raised and lowered myself, taking all of his cock. It felt 
great inside me, filling me oh so good, just like it had the 
first time he’d fucked me. I squeezed his cock tightly too, 
producing moans from him. I did this for a few minutes before 
Kari and Penny seemed to get concerned that I was going to make 
him cum. I lifted up, letting his cock slip out of me, and then 
maneuvered off the bed without touching him anymore than 
necessary.

Kari stepped next to his head, putting her face right above his, 
"Here comes the next one."

She kissed him before moving out of the way. Just as I expected, 
Penny began climbing onto the bed. She repeated the same thing 
that I'd done. I was mesmerized at the sight of her father's cock 
sliding deep inside her. It was so erotic watching her pussy lips 
drag along his wet shaft. Once she got her balance, she rode her 
father’s cock with abandon. When she’d sit down on him 
completely, his balls nestled up snuggly against her butt. 
Several times she came close to moaning aloud, just as I almost 
had.

I wished I’d had a camera.

Kari moved behind me again, setting her chin on my shoulder to 
watch with me. Her hands reached around to play with both my 
nipples at first, before one of her hands drifted down to finger 
my wet hole.

"So fucking hot," she whispered very quietly in my ear.

Penny rode him for about five minutes. She displayed her 
experience with the way she rode his cock. This girl knew how to 
fuck. One moment she'd tease him by only letting part of his 
shaft sink inside her, and then the next moment she'd grind down 
hard against him. Then she'd do something else to drive him 
crazy.

Finally Mr. Rayner lunged up into his daughter as he started 
cumming. Penny pushed down against him to keep his cock buried 
deep inside. He was groaning loudly as he shot his load inside 
his daughter. Did he have a clue that it was her though?

Penny finally climbed off and moved away. Kari walked closer to 
him, leaning down to talk in his ear.

"So, sexy man. Which one was Melissa?"

"She was the first one."

I felt bad that he didn't think I was the second one. I realized 
I still had a lot to learn about fucking. Practice would make 
perfect.

"And I was the second one?" Kari asked him.

"I believe so."

"Wrong again! I thought you would be better at this game than 
that!"

"Who was the second one then?"

"Nuh uh. I'm not even telling you if you got the first one 
right."

"I'm certain the first one was Melissa."

"It's possible you're right."

"So she was one of them?" he asked.

"She was one of them."

Kari moved down his body closer to his cum covered cock. She 
began licking it clean.

"Tastes awfully familiar," she said, looking at Penny.

I mouthed to Penny, "Was that the first time?"

Penny didn't reply, but motioned for me to leave the room with 
her. She closed the door behind us.

"Was that the first time?" I asked again. She could easily see 
how bizarre I thought all this was.

She shook her head no, "You can never ... never ... tell anyone."

"I don't break my promises."

"I know you don't. Kari knows that too. That's why we let you in 
on this."

"Does your dad know about you?"

"A girl has to have some secrets," she smiled at me. "I'm sure 
you have your own ... even with your dad," she winked.

My eyes went wide. How could she know? Was she fishing for info?

She looked at me even more mischievously, "Want to know another 
secret though?"

"Sure," I tried to casually say.

"Follow me, but be very quiet."

She led me to Peter's bedroom door. She put her finger to her 
lips letting me know to keep quiet. I quickly took inventory of 
the people that would've likely been in the house. Pam was gone. 
There were only two left, and one of them was Peter.

She opened the door. Peter was on his bed, blindfolded and 
restrained, just like his father. Penny quickly anticipated my 
reaction and grabbed me, putting her hand over my mouth. It's a 
good thing she did too. I almost screamed when I saw Peter's cock 
getting stroked and licked by his mom.

Mrs. Rayner stared at me while she held her son's cock against 
her cheek, then turned and kissed it like it was a lover. She 
then started really bathing his cock with her tongue before 
taking it into her mouth. She wasn't shy at all about what she 
was doing. She was enjoying giving Peter a blowjob in front of 
me.

My mind was completely overloaded. She's sucking her son! My 
possible boyfriend! This was completely wrong. But it was so 
incredibly hot! I felt like I should stop them, and at the same 
time I wanted to cheer her on. I shouldn't have been watching 
what they were doing, but no one could’ve dragged me away if 
they'd tried.

Mrs. Rayner pulled her mouth from his wet cock. She moved to get 
above him like Penny and I had done with her father. She teased 
him for just a moment, rubbing the head of his cock along her 
slippery cunt. Then she let it slip inside her, lowering herself 
all the way down his cock.

Penny held onto my shoulders and walked me to the side of the 
bed. I could see both of them more easily. She rode her own son 
for a few minutes before he thrust up into her, filling her pussy 
the same way Penny's dad had done to her. Like father, like son, 
I figured. Mrs. Rayner was biting her lip to keep from making any 
noise. Her body was very tense as she started cumming on her 
son’s cock. The look on her face alone would’ve been enough to 
know.

Penny then led me back into the hall, closing the door.

"Oh. My. God. Does Peter know?"

"You'll have to ask him," Penny said, being a big tease.

I looked at her incredulously, "Ask him if he knows his mom just 
fucked him?!"

"Sure," she casually said, still teasing me. Then she got a more 
serious look.

"Mel, you're in on a big secret. Please don't ever talk about 
this with anyone but me and Kari. Remember, you gave your word."

"Can I talk to Peter about it?! Does he know?!" I asked her 
anxiously. My mind was still on overload with what they’d dared 
to show me. I was actually shaking.

"It would be an interesting conversation," she again grinned, not 
being of any help. How was I going to even bring it up with him? 
Since he was blindfolded, how much did he actually know?

"What about your mom? She saw me watching."

"Mom's cool too. But no one else."

"But what about Peter?!" I demandingly asked again.

"It might be better not to talk about everything with him. 
Remember, the game is about deception ... and not knowing 
everything. He was told you were going to be here. He likely 
doesn't know who it is with him right now, but he might suspect. 
Mom’s not too much bigger than you, but he has fucked you before. 
So, he might not believe it is you. We want you to go in there 
and pretend it was you though."

"Too fucking wild," I said more to myself than her. Was I 
supposed to lie to him? Not a great way to start a relationship!

"Can we trust you?"

If I’d said anything other than that I would keep their secret, I 
knew Penny and Kari would likely screw me over sometime in the 
future. So, I just agreed to go along.

"Fuck yeah," I said, enthusiastically.

"I knew you'd be cool!" she softly exclaimed, hugging me to her.

The bedroom door opened and Mrs. Rayner came out. "Is everything 
okay?" she quietly asked me and Penny.

I replied for both of us, "Yeah. I guess I need to take my place 
before Peter wonders where 'I' went."

Mrs. Rayner walked by me, giving me a slight hug as she passed.

"You're wearing the same scent that I do," I said to her.

"Fortune favors the prepared," she shrugged. What the fuck was I 
doing hanging out with these freaks?! I had to ask Mrs. Thomas 
and Mrs. Clark about this!

I looked at Mrs. Rayner and couldn't stop myself from asking, 
"You once told me that the adults weren't ..."

She interrupted me with a blunt answer, "I lied." She had a 
sympathetic look on her face. At least she’d come clean with me.

She then added, "I couldn't very well admit what was going on at 
the time, could I?" She was pleading for my understanding. I 
shrugged in reply.

Penny and her mom both hugged and kissed me. As I stood back 
after hugging Mrs. Rayner, I noticed her son's cum between her 
legs.

"You don't care that he came inside you?" I asked, still not 
believing that she could fuck him so easily in front of us.

"It would've been a waste. I'm about to get cleaned up though," 
she said, glancing at Penny. My mouth hung open yet again. My 
mind was spinning.

Mrs. Rayner was about to walk toward her bedroom with her 
daughter when I grabbed her arm.

Like a zombie, I pointed at Penny, and quietly blurted out, "She 
fucked her father!" Penny just grinned at my bewilderment.

"I guess I’ll have to clean her then," she boldly stated, more to 
shock me than to get a reply. I totally lost it at that point. 
These people knew no limits, and I was right in the middle of 
their game. She then patted my naked ass and told me to go take 
care of Peter.

They stood at Peter's door watching me as I got on the bed with 
him, taking his cum covered cock in my mouth. It seemed like the 
thing to do at the time. They smiled at me, and then closed the 
door, leaving us alone together.

I moved up his body and kissed him passionately. I then removed 
his blindfold so that he could see me.

"I'm glad you're here," he said, a little embarrassed about being 
restrained.

"I'm glad I'm here. I'm horny as hell. Want to fuck again?"

"Yeah. I'm ready for you anytime."

He's a sweetie. His renewed hard-on had already answered the 
question. Hearing him say it made me all the hornier. I quickly 
got him inside me too.

I wondered though. Could he tell I didn't have any cum inside me? 
We were going to have an interesting conversation ... after I 
wore him out for a while.

“I know it wasn’t you that fucked me.”

I winced as soon as he said it. I bit my bottom lip, and then lay 
down against him, and said, “I think you know how this game is 
played.”


(continued in chapter 25)

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