Chapter 6

I puffed out my cheeks and Cherry turned to giggle at me. I got up. "Daughter, it can't end like this.'

She shook her head. "No. Do you realize that I haven't really made it yet? God, this day as been one long frustration for poor Cherry."

"Balls," I snapped. "What happened in your bedroom a little while ago? Good grief, you almost turned yourself inside out."

She made a face. "Just that once."

John was looking over his shoulder, panting, nd his sister hurried to him. Tenderly, she began to clean his cock with a soaked towel. John stared at me, bis eyes bulging still as he felt Cherry's hands administer to him.

"What did happen in her bedroom, Dad?" His voice was filled with awe. "None of your business." I made my voice gruff.

He looked down at his slowly softening prick, at Cherry's knockers and then he pointed at my groaning crotch. "I figure by now it is my business. Funny things have been going on in this house-before I got home and now."

"Not funny, dear brother," Cherry said, stuffing his prick back inside his pants and zipping him. He watched like a man in a dream, hardly daring to believe this was happening to him. "You and I and Daddy are experiencing life, that's all. We're helping one another, loving one another, dispensing comfort when and where it's needed."

"Huh?" John boy blurted.

"We've all decided we like to fuck around with each other, although it started by accident." She cocked an eyebrow at me. "At least I think it did. Anyhow, the family that plays together stays together and we're not going anywhere."

Almost casually, Cherry walked over to me and she leaned over, kissing me on the mouth. Without giving it a second thought I reached for a breast and I squeezed it. She'd climbed back into her T-shirt, but that was all right. I could see the outline and feel the nipple. I gave her a couple of playful squeezes.

"Gosh, Dad," John blurted. "You're pretty cool about everything."

"Not as cool as you might think" I sighed. I still had a hard-on and it felt as though it were going to hang around until I gave it satisfaction. I put my arms around the girl and she settled in my lap. She draped an arm around my neck and stabbed a knocker into my chest. It felt wonderful. We both grinned at John and he at last grinned back. Good, the boy was coming around. Cherry moved her lips against my ear and for an instant I pulled away.

"You know we're being wild idiots, complete fools," I muttered.

"I know," she agreed. "But who's being hurt, like you said. It's love and we'll come out of this loving each other all the more."

I sniffed. "But we can't cheat on your mother."

"There's a way to beat that." Her tongue popped into my ear for a second. "We'll let her in on it. Then, by god, we'll be a hundred-percent swap family. Is everybody happy? You bet your ass!"

"You can lay off that kind of talk," I replied. "You're still going to behave like a lady even if ..."

"Even if I'm not? But, Dad, you're really still not with it. By Victorian standards, I'm not a lady and you're not a gentleman. But by today's rules, we're as good and proud as anybody. We play among ourselves, but we're happy and kind to one another. If somebody were to walk in and join the club ... well, we'd be just as kind to them. That means I'm a 1ady. No snooty airs, nobody being put down."

I sniffed and glanced at John. He was watching Cherry's thighs as she wiggled against me. I couldn't say I thought less of either of them after what we'd been doing. Indeed, as she said, I only loved them the more, with a deeper physical love going hand-in-hand with my family love. Bullshit. I was also hot as a rock and anxious for more. Cherry had a body that wouldn't quit and if, by Jesus, we came closer together by my screwing her again, so much the better.

She pulled herself more tightly against me and that wonderful belly flattened against mine. "Take it easy," I wheezed. "The old man can make it again ... just like that."

She giggled and leaned back. Then she was opening my fly and digging inside. It happened so fast that both John and I could only stare as she whipped my pecker out into the open. It lay throbbing in her palm like a rare fish plucked from its natural habitat.

"Lovely!" Cherry exclaimed.

It was quite a sight, all right, growing, beating, turning a dark pink. The knob was oozing and the little blue vein along the side was pumping for all it was worth. I was sort of proud of old dork.

I sighed happily and looked again at John. His bottom lip was sticking out a foot "What's eating you, boy?"

"Or who's eating you?" Cherry sniggered. "You two have already been through it all and now I got to sit around and watch while you make it again. Seems to me I'm falling further behind."

Cherry turned to her old dad. "I told you, fifteen is a ripe age. He could make it with a dozen better women than I in one night."

I nodded. "Guess you'll have to spread it around, honey. Share with everybody around the table."

She got up, leaving my cock poking out of my fly like a telephone pole and I was pleased to have a brief respite. I wanted to save it for a while, but I was going to get my share, mark my words, daughter.

Cherry returned to the sink and her brother. He had his pants back up but she quickly opened him up again and whipped out his prick. It was soft but it hardened more quickly than I can relate the story. By the time she was reaching under it for his balls the dick was a steel rod. It weaved as though looking for, something to fuck.

Cherry grinned as she dropped to her knees and then she planted a kiss on John's knob. He cried out and shuddered. "You going to come again?" she wanted to know.

"Pretty quick, I think."

"All right, let's finish the job. I don't want you whining." She stroked him three or four times and he howled with passion. In the instant before he was going to explode into the sink a second time the doorbell sounded and everybody froze.

"Maybe they'll think nobody's home," I wheezed, still steaming hot. "It might be Mom with some packages," Cherry replied. She was thinking more logically than I.

"I'm coming" John moaned.

"Try to hold it," she commanded as she bent his aching cock like it was a length of hose and stuffed it back inside his pants. Then she zipped him shut and headed toward the front door by way of the dining room and the parlor.

"Hang on, boy!" I gasped as John bent double. He was holding his belly. "Just hold it back."

"I can't!"

"You can!"

A minute later we heard the chattering of young girls and I realized the worst. It wasn't Peggy home from her mother's but it was one of Cherry's girl friends. Then they were in the doorway, Cherry and Donna. John took one look and then he turned his back, bending over the sink. He lurched a few times,

"What's the matter with John?" Donna squealed. She looked frightened.

"Flu," I replied at once. "Everything he eats comes back on the poor kid. He'll be all right in a minute. "How are you, Donna?"

She smiled at me and I smiled back. Donna was Cherry's age, but more of a kid. She still had some of her baby fat, but she was quickly maturing into a stacked broad. She even spoke in baby talk once in a while when she got excited and when she moved she was somehow coltish and unstable. She often exposed herself with the carelessness of a child. It's obvious that I'd had my eyes on Donna Baker a lot lately since she'd filled out. She had boobs and a plump behind that would make her a pneumatic roll in the hay.

But what was I thinking? Donna was just a kid, one of Cherry's friends, hardly a member of the family to be seduced. No, Donna would have to remain off limits.

Still, she would be a bedful. She had black ironed hair to her shoulders and a peaches-and-cream skin. Those big black eyes seemed to have something warm behind them, but I'd never been sure. She was almost as tall as Cherry and, as I said, somewhat heavier, like the guys in the Army would say, if they're big enough...

"Out of the question."

"What did you say, Dad?" Cherry asked. She was half-smiling at me. Spooky how quickly she could guess what was on my dirty little mind. "Nothing. Donna, we're just finishing dinner." The kid brunette was still looking at John. "Golly, Shouldn't he be up in bed?"

"We were talking about that just before you came," Cherry said, her voice laced with mischief. "Would you like to help us tuck him in?"

John half-turned toward me, anguish on his face and come seeping through his jeans. Christ, he'd come a bucket in his drawers.

"Sure, I'll help," Donna was answering.

Somehow she was beside John without noticing his fly and his arm was lifted over her shoulder. "I can walk," he protested, but Donna was already playing the little nurse.

"I've got him," she said over her shoulder to Cherry and me. "But you come along in case we have trouble on the stairs. He's weak as a puppy dog."

She was lapsing into her baby talk, almost, which meant that she was getting excited with her responsibility. They moved into the dining room and my daughter and I followed. I felt like a son of a bitch.

"God, why do I want her? Why now, of all times?'

She walked close to me, clutching my arm so that my hand bumped against her snatch. "You're hot, Daddy. When you're hot anybody of the opposite sex looks good."

He snorted. "How the hell would you know?"

"From more than just biology class," she shot back. Then she smiled. "So you'd like to carry our adventure beyond the family boundary."

"So help me, but I would. Look at that bottom. It was swishing prettily as she eased John across the living room and into the hall. As they started up the stairs her skirt clung to each cheek as though it were in love with its owner.

"No nicer than mine," Cherry retorted.

"No, but it's fresher. Aw, Cherry, don't pout "You know what I mean. I've had you, but Donna is new stuff. I doubt she'd be as good as you, anyhow ... and I don't intend to find out. Hands off, Jack." I was speaking half to Cherry, half to myself.

We reached the upstairs hallway and the procession headed for John's room. We went inside and Donna was helping him sit on the edge of the bed. His soggy pouch was partly hidden when he crossed his legs. "How are you, son?"

"I'm better, pop."

Donna leaned over him, concern in her dark eyes and her shining black hair half-falling across her face. Her strong young breasts hung nicely. Dear little Donna was loaded. "You're sure you're all right? I could do something."

"Naw, I'm all..."

"Something like what?" I snapped.

Donna shrugged and my eyes wandered for an instant. "Get an extra blanket, wipe his forehead with a cold towel. I don't really know." She was having trouble pronouncing her words again. "His" came out "hith."

I didn't know whether to let John boy have the kid or whether I should exercise my seniority and take her myself. It wasn't a question of if, but who went first. In my feverish eye Donna was so much tender beef on the hoof. I felt lousy about it, but not lousy enough to back off.

But it was being crazy again. Of course it was out of the question. I could be sued from here to breakfast by Donna's parents if I put the make on the girl, or if I stood around and encouraged John to hop her. No, it was impossible.

We were standing around rather awkwardly when Cherry nudged me. "Well?"

"No. I've decided to draw the line."

Donna wrinkled her nose at me and I wanted to nibble it off. "You don't want me to take care of Johnny?"

"Not that, Donna," I replied. "No, Cherry, that other thing is off."

"But it's okay, believe me."

"No. It's wild and dangerous."

"But she would go. I know it."

I shook my head. "Just a little girl."

Cherry touched Donna's shoulder. "Run into the bathroom and get a damp towel while I stretch John out. I'll loosen his clothing, too, because he's really got a fever."

"Okay," Donna blurted and she hurried away, everything bobbing beautifully.

"Get out of your clothes," Cherry commanded.

John nodded. "With pleasure. I might be glued into them forever."

He peeled the soggy jeans from his loins and Cherry dropped them distastefully into a distant hamper. He jerked off his shirt and kicked away his shoes. His soggy shorts went, too. Clad only in an undershirt, John bolted under the covers just before Donna bounced back into the bedroom.

John had the covers up to his chin and his large eyes roamed the room, resting on mine. I shook my head. "It's no go."

Cherry was jabbing me with her elbow as Donna leaned over the bed and placed the towel on John's forehead. "My, are you all hot," the kid exclaimed.

"She's ready," Cherry hissed into my ear. "Prove it to yourself. Move in and show her a little action. You'll see. I've talked to her late at night and she's got the worms crawling around in her stomach."

I sighed and turned toward the bed. It was tempting I had to admit. She was leaning over and her skirt was hiking up. Like I said, Donna hadn't developed ladylike ways of handling herself yet. I loved seeing high up the backs of her thighs though, and her bare golden legs looked wonderful. Like Cherry's, but not quite so long.

I licked my lips as I leaned closer to her shoulder and peered into John's face. "That feels better, doesn't it, son?"

The kid looked at me and I'd need to award him an Oscar for managing to look so sick. In fact, he was probably ready to leap back into the saddle. "I guess so," John finally murmured. "Thanks, Donna. You're a pal."

Donna merely flushed a little and said, "You hush, John. The flu will get worse if you get tired. You need to rest and relax. No talking."

She continued wiping his forehead and her strokes were slow, more soothing than really medicinal. She seemed to be enjoying her new responsibility immensely and I wondered if it was the Florence Nightingale in her or the Sadie Hawkins.

I touched her shoulder and she seemed not to notice. She was wearing a white blouse that was carefully tucked into her skirt and it was fresh and cool against my forearm. I reached over to touch John's forehead and at the same time I eased my hip against hers. She didn't move away, but neither did she seem to be aware that I was touching her.

I glanced toward Cherry and she nodded with enthusiasm, rooting for the home team.

I reached under her arm to tuck in the covers along John's ribs and the back of my hand brushed a hanging knocker. Still Donna didn't seem to notice a thing. I brushed the tit again and then I figured I'd better leave it to hell alone before she caught on.

I moved to her other side as she remained half-leaning over John. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and her hip came back to touch my thigh I didn't back off and neither did she.

I chuckled. "We'd make a fine doctor and nurse," I said to the dark-haired beauty.

Donna smiled over her shoulder at me and I could see down the open throat of her button-up blouse. There were the tops of her boobs, the cleavage and the dark valley between those terrific hills. Donna was indeed loaded.

"I haven't played doctor and nurse in a long time," she answered. "When I was a child and the older boy next door got me in the garage ... he wasn't a nice boy, Mr. White. Not nearly so nice as you." She paused and nibbled her lower hp. "You are a nice man, aren't you, Mr. White?"

She was speaking with a teasing baby accent that was driving me out of my gourd.