Chapter 4
As they slipped quietly past their parents' door, Judy and Tom glanced knowingly at each other when they heard the vigorous bouncing of the springs from behind the closed door. Smothering chuckles, they quietly closed the door to their room behind them before giving vent to their amusement. Quickly doffing their clothes, they slipped into their beds. Just before turning out the light, Tom leaned out and pulled the curtain into place between them.
"What'd you do that for?" asked his sister.
He clicked off the light. "Keep Mom happy," he yawned. "What a night. I'm bushed. Beth sure doesn't waste any time."
"So I noticed. What were you two up to over there. It sounded fantastic."
Tom gave her a brief description of then-activities. "I noticed you didn't let Jimmy go all the way with you. How come?"
"I dunno. Guess I'm a little chicken. I've heard it hurts. I'd rather have someone more experienced, I think. They'd be gentler." Amazement drifted into her sleepy voice. "Did Beth really swallow it?"
"Yeah, didn't bat an eye," Tom said. "Wonder where she learned it?"
"From her parents, I bet. Jimmy said they've caught them out by the pool a few times. They like to go skinny dipping, the whole family, in fact. I guess they get a little excited sometimes." She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "I wonder what Dad's like in bed."
Tom yawned deeply. "Pretty good, I bet. Mom said he had a harem out where he was. Said it was part of his cover."
"A harem, huh," Judy said, staring at the ceiling. She smiled secretly before rolling over and dropping off to sleep.
In the room across the hall, Janet snuggled tightly up against Phil's side. "Phil," she murmured quietly, nudging him slightly. "Phil, you awake?"
"Mmmmm," he mumbled, pulling her close.
"Am I as good as those Arabic concubines you had?"
"Mm, mmm, better," he mumbled back. "Sure I provide enough variety?" she asked worriedly.
"Mmmmmm." His wordless reply was noncommittal.
Worried, Janet rolled away from him, chewing her thumb in agitation. She remembered his look when he was studying Kathy Wilson. Mentally comparing her figure with Kathy's, she felt a little inferior. Before dropping off to sleep she vowed to exercise to tighten up her stomach.
Next morning at breakfast, before the children came downstairs she suddenly asked him, "Would you like to sleep with Kathy Wilson?"
"Are you kidding?" He set his coffee down in astonishment. "Why would I want to do that?"
She pushed her eggs around with a bit of toast. "Well, you did have quite a harem out there, you know."
"What harem? I had to have four wives because I was supposed to be a wealthy Moslem," he said, nibbling at a strip of bacon.
"And how many concubines did you have?" she asked, putting down her fork and staring at him intently.
He avoided her eyes. "Well, I had a few. But they were just for effect."
"I'll bet. Have some more toast." She pulled a hot slice out of the toaster and dropped it on his plate.
"What brought all this up?" he asked, spreading jelly on the toast.
"You weren't as excited last night as you have been."
"So what?" he said in consternation. "It was only the third or fourth time in one day we made love. What am I supposed to be, a screwing machine?"
"Hush, here come the children!" She bustled out to the kitchen as Judy and Tom entered the room.
"Hi, Mom, g'morning, Dad," Tom said, grabbing a glass of orange juice.
"Morning, Dad," Judy said, leaning over to give her father a quick peck on the cheek, and seemingly by accident brushing her breast on the back of his neck. He stiffened slightly as he felt the touch of her hardened nipple through the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Good morning. How was your party last night?" He concealed his agitation.
"All right," Tom answered. "Some of the kids got a bit drunk. Aside from that it was okay."
Janet came back to the table with plates loaded with eggs and bacon. "Dig in kids. More coffee, Phil?"
"Please. You kids got anything special set for today?"
Tom shook his head, his mouth full of eggs. "Not a thing, why?"
"Thought we might take a load of stuff over to the new house so you can see it."
Judy squealed. "You mean you took it? Groovy!"
"How do you know what it's like young lady, ever seen it?" Phil cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Only from the outside. But Jimmy told me a lot about it last night. He said it has a pool and everything. Can we take our suits along? Please?"
Phil laughed. "Okay, I get the point. Since your Mom and I took a somewhat less orthodox dip there yesterday, I can't really say no. By all means take your suits. I already signed a lease on the place, so there's no reason why not. How quick can you two be packed to move. A week?"
"What, a week? We can do it in a day," Tom bubbled.
"No need to be that quick. We can take a week. Seems like a good amount of time. What do you think, Jan?"
"Sounds like it's all decided. I guess so. What about this place? We're paid up here till the end of the month."
"Nothing we can do about that. I had to pay for the other place already. It's all furnished, and this stuff stays here." He indicated the furniture.
"Okay," Janet said. "Why don't you kids go up after breakfast and figure out what you want to take today. Maybe clothes you want right away. The books and stuff can wait until we get some boxes. Phil, I'll want to take over the vacuum and some cleaning stuff."
"Right," he said, getting up. As Janet worked on the dishes the others got organized.
Before emptying the car, the four of them wandered through the spacious house. Upstairs were three bedrooms. The two smaller ones, sharing a bath between, were parceled out to the twins. The largest had its own huge bathroom, complete with sunken tub. Phil had just opened the window of a small room overlooking the pool when he heard loud whoops and the twins roared out of the house and landed in the middle of the pool with a mighty splash. Smiling, he turned away from the window and pondered how he wanted this room, his study, to be set up. Meanwhile, Janet busied herself with the vacuum in the master bedroom. He wandered in and watched her work for a minute. Sneaking up on her he gave her a pinch.
"Yeeek! Philip Martin!" She brandished the hose from the cleaner as if to hit him.
"Got an idea. Why don't we get someone else to do this cleaning?" He shut the vacuum off with a push from his foot.
Janet, looking pretty and peeved, hair bound up in a scarf, asked, "like who, on such short notice?"
"Must be someone. Why not check with Kathy? Maybe she knows someone."
"Well," Janet said, looking dubious. Then, pondering the amount of cleaning to be done, she agreed.
Minutes later she bounced back in through the front door. "It's done! Kathy called her cleaning service and they'll be here to give the place a complete going over tomorrow. What now?"
"How about a swim?" Phil said, pulling her suit out of the bottom of the box he had packed and tossing it to her.
Minutes later they strolled out onto the pool deck and dropped towels on the lounge chairs there. The twins were swimming from one end of the pool to the other with long, easy strokes. Janet and Phil sat on the edge, dangling their feet and watching. Finally, stroking together, the kids reached the end of the pool and stopped. Impishly, Judy ducked under the water and pushed off. Before Phil could move, she had burst to the surface next to him and showered him with water. Janet ducked back and laughed at his discomfort until Tom suddenly grabbed her dangling arm and tugged. Grabbing for Phil as she tumbled in she got his arm and dragged him along. The three of them disappeared in a welter of foam. Bouncing to the surface, Tom came up with a tennis ball from somewhere and a wild game of catch ensued.
Finally, pooped and panting, Janet excused herself and climbed out. As Janet toweled her hair, Judy popped up over the side of the pool and pulled off the cap she used to keep her long hair under dry.
"Whew, look at those two," the young girl said, sprawling on a lounge next to her mother. In the pool Tom and Phil were trying to outdo each other with outlandish throws and catches. Phil finally missed and the ball rolled into the grass along the back edge of the pool. After retrieving it and throwing it back into the pool he headed for a towel. Tom returned to his seemingly effortless laps, turning smoothly from one to the next, his well-tanned arms and legs flashing through the water.
"I swear, that kid is part fish!" Phil said, mopping his hair and face. "And so are you, young lady." He cast an approving eye on the well-tanned Judy. As she modestly nodded her head he gave his eyes a moment to feast on her youthful beauty. A little more slender than Jan, he noted as he compared the two. Her suit, less modest than Janet's two-piecer, was cut well below her navel, the sides appearing to be just knotted, the top barely covering the nipples of her firm, youthful breasts. Janet's more womanly figure filled her suit sensuously, her fuller breasts spreading slightly from their own weight as she lay back soaking up the sun, her belly more rounded below her navel. She shielded her eyes from the sun and looked up at her husband as he admired her boldly. She flashed a slightly wicked grin, as if reading his mind, before she dropped her hand and closed her eyes again. Wearily, Phil stretched out on a third lounge and watched his son's progress. Just as he was about to doze off he heard a call. Looking over, he saw Jake Wilson's disembodied head seemingly suspended on top of the fence.
"Hey, how goes it?" Jake's smile flashed on his freckled face.
"Hi, Jake, come on over," Phil beckoned.
"Let's get the gate working," Jake said, pointing at the latch.
Phil got up and pushed back the bolt. He heard Jake do the same and the gate between the two yards swung open.
"Hi, kids, hi, Janet, how's it going?" His eyes feasted hungrily on Janet for a brief moment before she looked up.
"Hi, Jake. Didn't know you were home."
"Yep, just got finished with a client. Nice thing about being in business for yourself, you can set your own hours. Within reason, that is. When you think you'll be moved?"
"This week. A cleaning crew's coming in tomorrow."
"Let me know if you need any help. Oh, there's Kathy. Told her I'd take her shopping. Says she needs a sexy new dress and I always help her pick 'em." Jake left after flashing a knowing wink.
Just as Phil bolted the gate, Tom finished his workout and hauled himself wearily out of the water. "Hey, Dad. This'll be great, having our own pool. I can really get in shape, now."
Janet grinned at her son, eyeing his slim-hipped, well-muscled body. "Looks to me as if you're in pretty good shape."
"Aw, Mom, you know what I mean!" The youth flopped bonelessly down on the lounge.
Phil, the sun getting to him, let himself tumble easily into the cold water. Grabbing the tennis balls he began to bounce it off the fence and catch it. Suddenly, in a welter of arms and legs, Judy sprinted across the deck and made a diving interception just before she hit the water. Spouting water, she held the ball overhead and taunted her father, daring him to try and get it. When he lunged after her she twisted aside, letting his hands brush down her flanks. Trying again he caught her hips and they wrestled vigorously. He found himself suddenly thrilling to the touch of his daughter's young, fresh body. At one point his hand fell by accident on her young breast. Before he could move it, he suddenly felt her thrust forward, pressing hard against him. He released her and grabbed futilely for the ball, his senses blazing with the touch. Finally he clutched both hands on hers, high over her head and tried to pry her fingers loose. Eagerly she fell backward, and before he could wrest the ball free he felt her thrust her pelvis against him, making his prick stir to life as she ground her breasts into his chest. Suddenly, she let him have the ball, pulled free, her face flushed, and splashed the length of the pool, leaving her father to cover his excitement and confusion.
Turning away from Janet's eyes he began again to bounce the ball off the fence. Quickly tiring of that, he let the ball drop free in the water and let himself drift. His prick stirred slightly as he thought of the wrestling match with Judy. Her flashing eyes had left no doubt in his mind that what she had done was not by accident. He wondered what Janet's thoughts were on incest.
Where he had been for the last ten years it was far from unusual. Fathers were expected to initiate their daughters into sex, and mothers their sons. Brothers and sisters shared a room, and no one minded what they did there. Virginity beyond the age of fifteen was virtually unknown.
He rolled over and pulled himself out of the pool. Well, he said him himself, we'll just have to see. His mind went back to Janet's remarks of the night before and that morning about his "harem" and being bored. As he walked toward the downstairs bathroom he thought to himself that a little variety might be very nice. And he found the thought of Janet being made love to by another man strangely exciting. He broke into a cheerful whistle as he considered the possibilities.