Chapter 9
As it turned out, we were lucky for we'd finished our first round of jollies before the crisis appeared at the door.
We'd put our clothes back on and somehow they looked reasonably good. I'd been careful with my shirt and pants. Cherry was back in her jeans and T-shirt and her crotch looked dry enough. John had a shirt and fresh pants on. Donna had pawed the wrinkles from her skirt and her blouse hadn't been too badly mussed. The important thing was that we had our clothes back on and we'd gotten something to eat.
I was vaguely wondering if anybody except me had. put on any underwear. Probably not. Those two hot bitches wouldn't want a little thing like pants to stand between their pussies and our cocks.
We were all in the kitchen doing the dishes, feeling clean and wonderful for we'd cleaned ourselves with Cherry's supply of wet towels and wash clothes. The girls were giggling among themselves and generally behaving like high-school girls should. I was thankful that they hadn't emerged from our orgy like a pair of full-blown vamps, slinky and hot and rubbing their twats against everything they could reach.
But I was thankful too soon because as she stretched to put a dinner plate up on the shelf Donna rubbed her boobs across my back and her pussy came up against my hip. She left them there long enough to tell me it was no accident
An amazing thing happened. I got a rod-on at once, just like that. I was all ready to go again. Worse Cherry saw my indiscretion and she pointed. "Look at Dad. He's got another bone in his teeth."
"Cool it" I snapped.
But it was too late. The girls were on either side on me and as Cherry reached for my pouch Donna ran her finger along the crack of my ass. I quivered as though somebody had shot me in the gut with a twelve-gauge. Brother, I was hot. Right now I was hot and I was breathing like a spavined horse. John was also heating up and when they saw his rod thrusting against his zipper they were all over him.
They got him against the wall and I heard a hiss as the zipper surrendered. They must have had his cock out for he peered at me over their bent heads, pink in the face and smiling weakly.
"Golly, Dad, I'm gonna make it again ..."
As I said, we were lucky that this was as far as we'd gotten when -we heard the car. After all, we could have been sprawled naked all over the living room, smeared with come. As it was when I heard the slight whine of a brake I called out. They all froze and turned toward the sound.
"It's your mother, back from grandma's." I pointed at them. "Get it back together, kids, or heads will roll."
They helped John stuff his throbbing prick back in his pants and the girls brushed themselves. I inspected them and, except for a suspicious dampness in the pussy area of Cherry's skin-tight jeans, they looked okay. If only that kid wouldn't wear painted-on hip-huggers.
We went back to finishing the dishes and that's how we were when the side door opened and Peggy came in loaded with packages. There were greetings all around and my wife blew out her cheeks. "Whew," she exclaimed. "Too long a day. Hi, darling, Cherry, Johnny. Hello, Donna, nice to see you."
"Hi, Mrs. White," Donna breathed, looking even younger than her seventeen years and sounding like an infant. I knew now that she used her baby talk when it suited her needs.
John helped Peggy unload her things and I watched, hoping I didn't look as guilty as I felt. As always, Peggy looked damned good. My wife was something to be proud of for she looked much younger than her years. In fact, she would stack up against either one of the teenagers in the kitchen with her.
"Just finishing dinner?" she said with a smile.
She was blond, like our daughter, a little shorter man Cherry and only a little heavier, so that she had fuller breasts, more rounded hips and a waist that wasn't quite so tiny. But she looked great. No flab on the thighs or arms, great legs, a face that could light
Cincinnati and a mouth that she could use like an artist uses his brush ... I smiled at her.
"Just finishing up. We gave Donna a little something." I turned to the girl. "Will your folks wonder where you are?"
She shook her dark head. "Cherry invited me to stay the night and they said okay, if you didn't mind."
I shrugged expansively. "Why not, yes, Peg?"
Peggy frowned at her. "No homework?"
Cherry piped up, "We're going to study for a test together. Besides, it's a long weekend."
Peggy shrugged as she looked around. "All right I suppose you deserve a little fun. The kitchen looks spotless."
"We spent a lot of time out here," I said, looking at the others. Cherry was giving me a wicked smile and I wanted to wring her neck.
But there was another problem. I was still hot and so was John. For my part, I didn't want the party to end. No way. I knew the young people felt the same way and if they'd been harmed in any way by our orgy it didn't show. They looked as fresh as all outdoors and even Peggy noticed.
"My, you look like ail-American children. What in the world have you been up to?"
"Just loving one another, Mom," Cherry said blandly. "Love makes the world beautiful, you know."
My wife laughed and headed for the front of the house. "I'm going to get out of these things. These new shoes are killing my feet"
The instant she was gone the three kids crowded around me. "You're going to have to fix things, Dad," John blurted. "I got to have more."
"Don't be greedy," I snapped.
"You want more, too," Cherry accused me. "Sure you do," Donna agreed. I backed off. "All right, but what do you want me to do? I know it's been beautiful, but with Peggy here . . ."
"She is your wife, Father," Cherry said archly. "I should think you'd be able to bring her around. You know, heat her up enough ..."
"Careful, she's your mother ..."
"All the more reason to get her into the club, isn't it? After all, if our love is beautiful then it can't be complete without Mom. You wouldn't want to leave her out in the cold, Dad. That would be evil and cheating, if you ask me."
The other kids agreed with Cherry and I held up my hands. "All right, but I'll do it my own way. I don't want your mother to be turned into a pervert."
Donna came at me with surprising strength. "We're not perverts," she stammered crossly. "We're lovers, all of us. It doesn't matter what we do, just so everybody loves it and nobody gets hurt. Isn't that true, Mr. White?"
I sighed. "All right, but at least let me make the poor woman a drink before we tear off her arms and legs. You've got to realize your mother isn't the original swinger, especially after being with your grandmother. She's essentially a Victorian woman and, until now, I've loved her for it."
They piped down while I poured a couple of stiff whiskies and dropped in ice. I gave them a stern look as I left the kitchen. "Behave yourselves."
Cherry curtsied like a little snot and I wanted to go right over and screw the hell out of her. But I checked myself. Mustn't be an animal, father.
When I went into our bedroom Peggy had her shoes off and she was standing before the long mirror. She looked great in a white dress that was tight at her waist and cut in a teasing V at her breasts. It cupped her bottom well, too, and those naked nylon-clad feet were erotic as the devil.
"Well," she said with surprise as she saw the glasses in my hands. "I'm not a drinker but how did you know I just happen to crave one at this moment?"
"Three hours with your mother is a pretty good clue. How is she?"
"Oh, fine. Just lonesome, I suppose." She lifted her glass and we drank. She gulped surprisingly fast and then she licked her upper hp. "Sinfully good, honey."
I went to her and put down the glasses. Then I took her in my arms and planted a high hard one on her lips. She sort of melted against me and I got her mouth open so I could French her a good one. She drew back her face and laughed low in her throat in a sexy way she had.
"My, we have been lonesome, haven't we?"
I kissed her again and planted a hand on her bottom, pressing her box into my groin so that she'd have no trouble feeling my hard-on. Again she drew back.
"Heavens, Jack, I didn't know. I think we'll have to turn in early tonight."
She sat at her dressing table and finished her drink in a hurry. I replaced the empty glass with my almost-full one. Christ knew I didn't need any booze to heat up. She began to drink from my glass and I noticed the first sign of pink coming up out of the collar of her dress. Yes, sauce got to Peggy in a hurry ... always did. The only time she was ever indiscreet was when she'd had a couple too many. That was why she usually avoided the stuff.
But now she was tired, wondering about my prick and thirsty and down the hatch the booze went. "What have the kids been doing?" she asked, licking her lips and turning bright eyes on me. Something was cooking behind those eyes. Ah, that would make my job easier.
"You'll never believe it," I said in my crisp executive voice, "but they've been giving me lessons in love."
She laughed "happily, sharing my little joke. "I guess you'd better explain yourself, Jack White."
"I'm serious," I continued. "They believe that the family that really loves together, lets it all hang out, so to speak, is a very close family that can never be split up. I couldn't help comparing their attitudes to your folks and mine. Not very happy. Your mother a lonely divorcee, my parents living a cold life together because they don't want to embarrass themselves by splitting up. Not much love there."
Peggy nodded sadly as she finished the second glass of bourbon. Her eyes were just a little slack and they filled with tears until they were shiny. "You're right and they're right. We need to communicate in every way."
"But the kids are very physical about it. Very affectionate, you know? They're tactile-I don't like that word-and they pat and paw like puppies. It sounds a little gross, I suppose, but they really feel for each other. Cherry and John were very close while we were here and you were gone. Even Donna was one of the family."
Peggy straightened and stared me in the eye. "You mean they're only close when I'm not on the scene, is that it? I'm a dash of cold water in the world of love?" "Of course not..."
She was on her feet, annoyed and hurt. "I think we'd better have this out right now. Let's go downstairs and talk it over, with Donna too, if she's one of the family. I don't want to be blamed for keeping people apart."
"Honey, you don't understand ..."
"Like hell I don't." She glared at the empty glasses "I think I need another drink, for one thing."
"You've had enough."
"Come on," she said as she headed for the door in her bare feet. She went to the closet and slid her feet into white furry mules. Sexy as hell
"Let's go have a family heart-to-heart."
I intercepted her and tried to kiss her again but she tried to squirm away. She only succeeded in heating me up all the more with that nubile body inside tha clinging white dress. "Listen," I snapped, finally catching her wrists and pinning her arms behind her back. "Just listen. I'm only telling you what the kids said and did. We had some very unusual things happen while you were gone, but they had nothing to do with you. You can't rap with them unless you get rid of those ugly thoughts and make yourself willing to experience some new ideas and actions."
She stopped struggling and frowned. "I guess I'm half-drunk, honey, and I'm sorry. But I can't understand your double talk. What are you trying to tell me?"
I gulped and kissed her quietly, pushing my tongue between her lips again. Her arms went around my neck and she ground her belly against mine as she freed her mouth. "To hell with the kids. Let's stay up here."
"No. You've got to know it all. Come on, we'll go down now and talk it all out."
She unwrapped her arms reluctantly and let me lead her out into the hall. I had her by the hand as we started down the stairs.
Halfway down we stopped and peered into the front room. Peggy's rasping gasp startled the kids into instant stone and they watched us, only their eyes darting.
Peggy turned to me. "What is this? Is this the family love you tried to tell me about?"
I smiled weakly, feeling like a total fool. "Sort of." "I think it's disgusting."
She turned to go away, but I caught her arm. "At least hear them out."
She pointed an accusing finger into the bright room below. I had to follow her gaze and look on Cherry, who was seated on John's lap. Beside them was Donna and John had one of her breasts freed from the unbuttoned blouse. He held it in his hand like it was a grapefruit.
Cherry had John's T-shirt up to his armpits and she had her hands on his chest and belly.
I waited for the explosion from Peggy.