Chapter 5

It was a month before they got firmly settled and unpacked from the move. Janet hummed quietly to herself as she puttered around the house straightening up slightly. Phil had convinced her to take on the cleaning service regularly, saving her from the drudgery of vacuuming and dusting. It still seemed, however, that no one ever put anything away.

Wandering aimlessly out by the pool, she wondered how Tom and Judy were getting along with Phil. The three of them had taken off to do some sailing, leaving the seasickness-prone Janet behind. The kids seemed to hit it off great with their father, even after ten years of separation. They were taking the opportunity provided by summer vacation to get to know him all over again. Phil was pecking away at a book while they continued to live off his back pay. During his job he had been forced to make his own way to reinforce his cover story, rather than being able to draw his regular pay. That had been banked for him. In addition, he had arranged to make a nice profit at his "cover" occupation as a merchant and they had been able to keep some of that, but not much. He had explained that he had used most of those savings to provide for his second "family".

Janet's forehead wrinkled as she thought again of her husband's harem. She was a little afraid boredom was getting to him, their lovemaking having become a little perfunctory after the first week, despite her efforts to provide variety.

She tingled inside, remembering the night they had gone to a very dirty drive-in movie. Parked carefully in a dark corner of the back row, the simulated passion on the screen had quickly set them both ablaze. Halfway through the first movie he had needed to unfasten his pants and release his steaming hard-on. Since that first time swimming at the new house, Janet had often gone without any panties, enjoying the secret pleasure of her concealed nakedness and the coolness of it. As the film went on, Phil's hand had touched on her knee and crept gradually up her leg under her dress, pinching and stroking the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh, finally fastening on her eager pussy.

Remembering that night, Janet sprawled languidly on the lounge, reliving it, recalling how his fingers had pressed and probed into her, setting her afire, driving her to reach for his prick. Teasing and taunting each other as they watched the film, they had kept each other just short of a climax for over an hour. Finally, halfway in to the second feature, Janet had climbed over and straddled his thighs, her back to him. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, they watched as the hero of the film pumped into a buxom blonde.

Janet bit her lip as she recalled the orgasm that had shaken them. Restlessly she got up and prowled the pool deck, the hot sun burning through the knitted sleeveless top. The nipples of her breasts, unfettered by a bra, pointed sharply through the thin fabric. Her tight shorts stimulated her clitoris as she sauntered slowly around. Hearing Jake's and Kathy's voices from next door, Janet walked over and knocked on the gate. "Hey, anybody home? It's me, Janet."

"Hi, Jan," Kathy said. Her husband muttered something but was quietly shushed. "Come on over, it's unlocked."

Janet snapped the bolt back and stepped through. She suddenly gasped and started back.

"No, no, come on in. It's all right." Kathy, naked, her back to Janet, worked with chalks on a canvas. Her subject was Jake, equally nude, posed on the diving board. "We're just trying to get our usual all-over tans, and I thought I'd grab the chance to sketch Jake in the all together."

Janet flushed and stammered, "B-but-" Then she took a deep breath and said, "Okay." She attempted to stroll nonchalantly over to a chair behind Kathy.

Jake grinned cheerfully. "Hell, you've seen it all before. Kathy knows what we've been up to in the past."

Still blushing, Janet deliberately studied Kathy's art. It was, she had to admit, a striking bit of work. In faithful detail, it recorded Jake's position on the board, leaning on his left arm, facing his wife. His right leg was bent at the knee, his foot braced on the board behind his left leg, which was extended straight out. His penis hung limp, trailing downward toward the board. Kathy put down one chalk and picked up an orangish one, carefully tipping in the curled, reddish pubic hair.

"The only trouble is," Kathy said, taking a step back and comparing her sketch with Jake, "so have I. I really could use some new models."

Janet dodged the bait. "Seems to me that Jake's a pretty good one."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, he is," Kathy said, touching in some more color. "He's a fine hunk of man. But I would like a little variety. I'd like to do a woman, too." She put the chalk down. "Okay, darling. You can relax, I'm done." She strolled over and sat down next to Janet, wiping her chalky hands on her thighs. Surveying her naked breasts she commented, "I think I get more on me than I do on the canvas." She brushed futilely at one large breast, then moistened her fingers and worked at her nipple to get the blue chalk off it. When she finished, the nipple jutted out prominently.

Jake meanwhile, still naked and unashamed, had lifted the canvas off the easel and studied it critically. "Not bad." Putting the canvas back he dove into the pool.

As he splashed around, spouting happily, Kathy turned to Janet. "Why not pose for me? Really, you'd be great. I bet Phil would like a nude of you."

Janet shook her head tensely. "I'd be too self-conscious. Really I would."

"Self-conscious about what?" Kathy surveyed her critically. "You've got a great body. Jake says so."

"Jake, you didn't!" Janet gasped.

"Oh, yes I did," he said, hoisting himself out of the pool and picking up a towel to dry his face. "She dragged it out of me, though." He walked boldly over to his wife. "Must say, she's been more attentive than ever." He leaned over and kissed Kathy hard on the lips. Before she pushed him away his prick stirred slightly to life. "Gave her a blow-by-blow description, and boy did that get her turned on!"

"Boy, did it," Kathy agreed.

"Really? Did you Jake?" Janet seemed close to tears.

"Hey, hey. What's the matter?" Kathy laid a gentle hand on the other woman's arm. "First of all, that was before we were married. More important, we're husband and wife, and we believe that means sharing everything. And I must say, that description of his about having you on the dining room table did more to turn me on than anything we ever did. We tried it the next night and damn near tore the house down!"

Janet twisted her hands. "But, weren't you jealous?"

Kathy laughed. "I was furious, for two reasons. One was that I didn't think of it. The second was because I wasn't there to see it."

Janet felt herself stir as she thought of it, how cold and hard the table had felt on her back as Jake boldly drove into her, the added thrill of the table rocking vigorously under the pounding. Forgetting herself, she smiled and spoke softly. "It was good."

Kathy tapped her arm. "See, what's so wrong about me knowing about it? Don't you wonder what Phil did all those years overseas?" Her eyebrows raised at the sudden thought. "And don't you wonder right now if you're keeping up with them?"

"I'll bet she does," Jake said, lighting a cigarette. "I wonder a little bit what Kathy and her first husband did."

Kathy chuckled. "Not much, sweetie, believe me, not much. I was so square at that point I only knew one way. But I'm learning from you. Boy, am I learning from you!"

Janet studied her hands, primly folded in her lap. "Yes, I do. I really do wonder." She looked into Kathy's frank, blue eyes, completely forgetting the nudity of her two hosts. "He had a harem over there, you know. He had four wives and I don't know how many concubines." She scowled. "How can I match that. And things have slowed down a lot between us in the last week. He's hardly looked at me."

Kathy reached over and slapped Jake's shoulder gently, bringing his eyes open. "And what did I say to you just this morning? Same thing, right?"

Reluctantly, Jake nodded. "Right." He closed his eyes again.

Kathy got up and beckoned Janet after her. "Come on, Jan. You and I have got to work out a plan of action. You stay put, husband mine."

"Yes'm." Jake didn't stir as they headed for the house.

"Come on up while I take a shower," Kathy said, trotting quickly upstairs.

"The way I see it," Kathy said over the rush of water as Jan sat on the lowered toilet seat, "they want a harem, we give 'em a harem."

"How do we do that?" Janet looked puzzled.

"Depends on what it takes. Drat, dropped the soap. What about wearing wigs and stuff?"

"No good. Phil-likes to run his fingers through my hair. No dyes, either. He hates 'em."

"Hand me that washcloth by the sink, the pink one. What about clothes? Got any really wild, sexy outfits?"

"Just one. I wore that one when he came home." Janet smiled. "Didn't keep it on long, either."

"That's one idea, then. Why not you and me getting out on a shopping trip and getting some really outrageous outfits?" The water shut off and Kathy pushed back the shower curtain. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself. "And I still think that nude painting of you is a good idea."

Janet pursed her lips and thought. "Well, could be." Her face brightened. "What about one of me dressed in a real sexy outfit? Something sort of classical or Greek?"

Kathy hung the towel up and led the way out to the bedroom. "Don't think that would be quite as good, but it's a start. We can do it on the sly and spring it as a surprise, same time you wear the outfit." The tall woman pulled a simple sleeveless knit dress out of the closet and put it on over her naked body. "Want to go shopping now? I know some great stores I've been trying to screw my courage up to go into."

Janet took a deep breath. "Okay. Let me go home and change and leave a note for Phil and the kids."

"Right. Oh, and don't wear any underwear. The outfits we want don't need any."

Janet gave a dirty giggle. "Right you are!"

Kathy snapped her fingers. "Listen. Let's make an evening of it. We can get our hair done, maybe, and grab some dinner. Those characters can take care of themselves."

"Great idea! I'll hurry."

A few minutes later they drove off together.

Hours later, Phil and the twins got home.

"Hey, anybody home?" Phil called out by the pool as Tom and Judy raced each other to the bathroom upstairs.

"Nobody but us chickens." Jake peeped over the fence. "Jan and Kathy got their heads together about something and took off. Said they'd be back late. I think there's a note in the kitchen for you."

"Okay." Phil scratched his tousled black hair. "Frozen dinners in the frig, be back about eleven. Love, Jan," he read quietly.

Tom and Judy, in their swim suits, came downstairs at their usual thundering rate. "Where's Mom?" they chorused.

"She and Kathy went off somewhere. Left frozen dinners for us."

Judy wrinkled her nose. "Pooh, I'll cook up something. After I drown Tom!" She dashed off after her brother and followed him into the pool with a mighty splash. Soon Phil joined them.

After a leisurely swim, the three of them went into the house. Still wearing their suits, Judy began to concoct a dinner while Phil and Tom sat at the lunch counter and drank beer.

"Did you really have a harem out there, Dad?" Tom asked.

Phil smiled. "Well, not exactly a harem. I had four wives and three or four concubines. Mistresses, to you."

"Really?" Tom's mouth gaped a little. "What was it like?"

"Pretty lively. Just try keeping that many women happy. Course, over there, men pretty much have the upper hand. What the man says, goes."

"How old were they," asked Judy.

Phil fingered his chin for a minute, "The oldest was thirty-five, the youngest was fourteen."

"Fourteen!" the twins chorused.

"Yep. They start young out there. Matter of fact, she was a gift from the local chieftain. Pretty little one."

"Was she a virgin?" Judy asked boldly, catching Tom's eye.

"Ha!" Phil guffawed. "The wise younger generation. No, she wasn't. Wouldn't have been given her if she was. The chief gave me a proven product, broken in by her own father, in fact."

"Really?" the twins chorused.

"Yup. That's common out there. In fact, I would have had to take on my own daughters in another year or two. It's customary for the father to introduce the daughter to sex."

"Well, I'll be darned!" Judy's eyes glowed.

Just then the phone rang and Phil went off to answer it. While he was gone the twins had a quick, quiet conference. Phil returned. "Darn salesmen. Where were we? Oh, my harem. My first wife was my favorite, she bossed the others."

"What did you do, take turns?"

"I could take my choice. It was accepted by the women that the man would take the younger ones. They didn't always like that. I usually took turns. Kept the peace better."

Judy put dinner in front of the men and brought out three beers. "I'm sure glad you don't mind us drinking," she commented, pulling up a stool next to her father.

After dinner Tom excused himself and went upstairs. Judy and her father worked together cleaning up the plates. The young girl managed on several occasions to let one of the straps of her suit top slip downward, letting the triangle of cloth fall away from her breast. Phil tried to wrest his gaze away from the pert little nipple before she casually pulled the strap up. As he watched, she bent over boldly, back toward him, her firm buttocks straining the bottom of her suit as she reached for the detergent. Before he had finished drying the dishes for her, his senses flamed with her youth.

Finally hanging up the towel, she stood on tip toe and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, her breast pressing warmly against his arm. "Thanks, Dad," she said and dashed upstairs, her lovely legs twinkling as he gazed after her.

Popping into her room she cut through the bathroom to Tom's room. As she pressed back against the door and sighed, Tom looked up from his magazine. "How is it?"

She smiled warmly. "I'll get him. It'll take some time, but I'll get him." She walked boldly toward her brother, hips swaying provocatively. "You'll see." From the comer of her eye she saw through the window her father going next door.

As her brother looked up at her from the bed, she reached teasingly for the fastening at the back of her bra, jutting her breasts outward as she did so. "Don't you think I will?"

Tom gulped, his throat suddenly tight. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?" she said, her bra suddenly loosened. "Just you watch, brother dear." She leaned back, keeping her bra from sliding off her breasts. Slowly, she ran her hands up her torso and under the bra, cupping her breasts. Her fingers sought her nipples, already tense from her efforts with Phil, and pinched and teased the buds to new tightness under her bra. "What was it Beth and you did at the beach?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Tom's eyes burned as he watched her slight manipulations. "Sh-she sucked me. And I sucked her."

Judy dropped her hands and let the bra drop off on the floor. "She sucked your what?"

"My cock. And I sucked her pussy." His eyes feasted on Judy's beautiful, young tits. His hands itched to once again get the feel of them. His cock strained against his swimming suit.

Judy studied her tits as she plucked gently at the nipples with thumb and forefinger. "I don't understand. You'll have to show me." She looked up at him in mock innocence.

"First, we have to get naked." Tom stood and reached for the bottom of his sister's suit. As he felt her hands untie the cord of his, he pushed hers slowly down, teasing. "Wait." He pulled away from her hands before she could push his down. Slowly, tauntingly, he rolled hers down, his senses flaming as he got the top edge closer and closer to her pussy, the fine hairs springing up as they were freed. Finally, it was done, the crotch of the suit still clamped between her thighs, the elastic of it lower down. The pressure of the crotch of it being pulled down between her thighs made her drop her head back in passion. Finally it dropped free and she felt his hot breath puffing on her pussy, stirring the hair, warming her.

Gently he turned her and pushed her down on the bed. "Sit," he commanded. "Now, feel yourself."

As she put a hand to her cunt and began to tease herself, he hooked his thumbs into his suit and eased it slowly down over his hips. His excitement bloomed as he watched her stimulate herself and as his cock sprang into the air. Finally, his suit off, he knelt in front of her, between her spread legs, her feet still on the floor. He took her hands from her cunt, then pulled gently forward on her legs. Following his guidance she worked her buttocks forward to the edge of the bed. Kneeling as he was, her pussy was right at his face now, the curly covering of blonde hair stirring from his breath. His hands reached for her and touched her, spreading the lips slightly as he brought his mouth toward it. His tongue began to probe, licking, thrusting as she let herself fall back on the bed.

Her head rolled from side to side in passion as he licked and sucked at her, his hands reaching up and clamping on her waist, rubbing. Without thinking, her own hands went to her breasts and began to massage them hard as her passion built. Her hips rolled and pushed, grinding onto his face as he probed eagerly with his tongue. She began to whimper and moan until finally she arched her back, a long whine torn from her lips as she climaxed.

Tom felt the climax sweep her and pressed on for a few seconds before sagging back from her. His chin glistened with her juices as he watched her orgasm subside gradually.

Wearily, she tried to sit up, then rolled over and slid to her knees next to him, resting her cheek on the bed for long minutes. "Mmmmm." It was a wordless sigh of contentment. Finally, she raised her head and sat back on her heels. "Now it's my turn, I guess."

Tom pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed as he had had her do.

Quivering slightly with excitement, Judy knelt between her brother's legs and reached for his prick, her tits jutting forward. As he sat there, leaning back on his arms, his cock jutted outward and upward toward her. Grasping with her hands she stroked the length of it, smearing the crystalline lubricant along it. Slowly, hesitantly she brought her mouth down and kissed the tip of it, then gave it a tentative taste, the tip of her tongue brushing it lightly. Holding it in both hands she began to lick it, as she would have a popsicle. Tom groaned as her tongue stroked the sensitive triangle below the head. Finally, at his urging, she engulfed the head with her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue working against the underside of it. Gradually, she took more and more of it into her mouth, her own passions rising. Finally she was fighting the urge to gag as she rammed it toward the back of her mouth. As she sucked more and more eagerly, her hands gently fondled his balls in their soft sack. She felt them pull up against his body and his prick surged upward still more. Suddenly he began to jet into her mouth, thrusting eagerly forward with his hips, pushing still deeper into her. Frantically, she swallowed as he shot into her. She continued to suck and lick at him as his orgasm died away. Eagerly, her passions burning at the thought, she carefully sucked and licked the last of his sperm from his withering prick before sitting back on her heels.

She smiled contentedly. "like that, huh?"

Tom flopped back on the bed. "And how!" It was all he could do to catch his breath. Finally he pulled himself up and reached wearily for his swim suit. "Let's take a dip."

Judy stood and began to pull on her suit. "That Beth sure knows some good tricks." She tugged the bottom up against her still-sensitive crotch. "I guess her parents are pretty wild."

Tom grabbed a towel and waited for her to finish fastening her bra. "Her father is, anyway. Her mother, his first wife, was kind of strait-laced from what I gather."

As they hurried down the stairs and out to the pool, Phil came back from next door and bolted the gate. "Last swim of the day?"

"Yep," said Tom, tossing the towel on a chair and diving in, quickly followed by his sister.

"Well, don't drown," Phil said and headed indoors as they began to swim the length of the pool together.

After several slow laps they paused at the end of the pool away from the house and hung on the edge. Judy wiped the water from her eyes. "I wonder what Mom and Dad think of incest?"

"That's a strange question, after what we've been up to." Tom looked at her. "Also considering what you've got planned with Dad."

"Phoo! Once you get a man turned on, he forgets a lot of things. I don't think it'll bother him, but I'd like to find out."

Tom thought for a minute. "It'd probably be easy for me to find out. What about Mom?"

Judy swung her legs up behind her and kicked the surface into a spray of drops. "Maybe if I take the right approach I can find out. Why, you interested?"

"Hadn't really thought of it until now, but maybe." He thought for a moment. "Well, back to work." He pushed off and began to swim. As he stroked smoothly down the pool he took a hard look in his mind at his mother's figure. He came to realize that the thought of her body turned him on more than he thought it would. At thirty-five she had a body that put to shame many of the girls he knew.

Before going inside for the night he asked Judy to let him know if she did find out anything from their mother.