0 comments/ 10048 views/ 5 favorites On the Beach Ch. 03 By: Turbidus The fallout from the previous night's festivities continues... Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. Any errors that remain are my own. ***** I gave up on the idea of jerking off. Something was going on with Bill. I realized that this was the first time in my life I was worried about my brother. He'd never gotten in trouble. He had been about the least jerky little brother you could ask for. The little brother I knew, or thought I knew, wouldn't have acted like he did this morning. That Bill would never lie in bed and jerk off in front of someone, much less his brother. I didn't think it was that weird. The only thing I was freaking out over was the fact I had found it kind of exciting. I rolled out of bed. I cringed in disgust as the plastic mattress pad clung to my body. As it peeled away from my skin I had a fleeting vision of a painting, or maybe a sculpture, of some Greek god flaying a man alive for beating him in a music contest. I shuddered, and wiped the sweat away from my back and side, before wiping my hand on the sheet. I was worried about my brother. I was disgusted by the hot clingy plastic. Yet, I still had a boner. I pulled a pair of dry swim trunks on over my erection. I stopped long enough to take a piss, bending and pushing my dick down in order to do so. As I headed upstairs I willed my boner to go down, not that that usually worked but I figured I ought to at least try. Jill was lying nude on one of the lounge chairs. She craned her neck to look at me as I stepped out onto the deck. Her eyes dropped to the front of my trunks. She shook her head. "What is it with you guys and your damn boners? Christ, can't you strap it down or something?" Before I could answer, my stomach growled. I didn't want to get into it with Jill. Of the three of us, Jill and I had the hardest time getting along. I quit worrying about my dick, knowing that was the most likely way of getting it to do down, short of jerking. "Be right back," I told her, fighting the impulse to call her "sis". I poured a big mug of coffee with plenty of cream and sugar while my bagel toasted. I smeared half the tub of cream cheese on it and headed back to the deck. I ignored Jill's disapproving glance at the amount of cream cheese on my bagel. I sat my coffee cup and bagel down on the little table between the lounge chairs and shucked my trunks. The distraction of fixing myself something to eat had resulted in my boner mostly fading away but I was still a little hard. A strand of precum stretched from the head of my dick to the trunks. It shimmered for a moment in the sun and then snapped. I discretely wiped the remaining strand from my dick and wiped it on my hip before I spread the towel lying there over the chair. I settled myself on the chair, picked up half the bagel and took a huge bite. I could feel the cream cheese smear across both cheeks. Jill never took her eyes off the sparkling water. The glare made my eyes water. I couldn't imagine how she kept her eyes on the water without sunglasses. "Kiddo, you can't put sunscreen on your retinas. Get your sunglasses or put up with looking at me." I didn't bother to wipe the cream cheese off my face. "Don't call me that," she replied in a monotone but she did pull her eyes off the horizon and looked at me. I opened my mouth. It was full of bagel and cream cheese, half-chewed. She grimaced and turned back to look out over the water. "What's the matter? You don't like 'see food'?" The joke fell flat and I wiped my face off with one finger. She rolled onto her side and rested the side of her head on one palm. I noticed that my sister had really nice boobs. They were just the right size. The triangles of white made her pink nipples and areolas look almost red, and made her soft tan look darker than it was. I noticed her boobs but I didn't notice notice them. I mean I didn't ogle them or lust after them. I simply noticed she had nice breasts and that was all. That realization made me feel less uncomfortable being naked in front of her and her in front of me. "I'm worried about Bill." I nodded but finished chewing and swallowing before I spoke. "Me, too. He was acting kind of weird this morning." "Weird? How?" Jill asked as she sat up on the edge of the bed. I almost asked her if she waxed and if she did how much does it hurt and did her salon do guys? I shook my head, more amazed than irritated at how easily I became distracted. "Well, when I woke up he was jerking off." Jill shrugged. "So, guys do that all the time, don't they?" "Jerk off? Sure, but he's never done it in front of me. Guys don't jerk off in front of each other very often, not at our age anyway. " "Did he know you were awake? Did you jerk off, too?" I felt myself blushing, remembering how strong the desire had been to open my eyes and stroke my cock along with my brother. "No. I pretended to be asleep. When he came up here without taking a shower first, that was even weirder than him jerking off." I shook my head as I took another bite of my bagel. I covered my mouth with one hand this time, too impatient to wait until I finished chewing. "Maybe he figures after last night there is no point in being shy any longer?" "I don't think that's it," Jill replied, shaking her own head in turn. "He's not shy. He's," she paused searching for the right word. "He's circumspect," she finished. I nodded in agreement. "The word I was thinking of was 'cautious' but you're right. He's not a risk taker and jerking off in public is risky." "Who was jerking off in public on this fine-fucking-tastic morning?" an irritatingly cheerful voice boomed from the patio door. Jim stepped out onto the deck before I could probe Jill further. Her face lit up and the worry I'd seen earlier vanished like a puff of smoke on the breeze. Jim was clearly the most chipper of the three of us. He was barefooted and had on jams and a DMB tee shirt that was more holes than shirt. He carried two cups of coffee. He held one out to Jill. "Uh, thanks," she whispered and took it from him. She took a sip. "How did you know how I like it?" Jim looked at the deck, clearly embarrassed. Goddamn it. Part of me wanted to be pissed at the guy for nailing my little sister. I didn't want him to be the great guy Bill said he was. I knew he spent a lot of time at my house. Hell, he slept in my bed more than I did because I was away at ESU most of the time. I didn't know him as well as the rest of the family did. Truth be told, I was a little jealous that he'd slid so easily into my place at home. I didn't want to like the fucker. I wanted to see him as an intruder. It only took a second for me to realize how stupid it was to want my sister to hang around a dick. Besides, if my parents had semi-adopted some total douche bag in my place what would that have said about me? "I don't know," Jim stammered. "I mean, I've seen how you fixed your coffee that's all. I mean, I don't know. We've had breakfast together before. I mean not you and I but me and your family and you. I mean, shit, I'm not a stalker or anything." "Jesus, dude, get a grip," I scoffed. "You fucking nailed my sister in front of her entire family last night and now you're worried she thinks you're a stalker?" Jim's looked more embarrassed. There was no anger in his eyes. Jill's blazed. "Us? What about you, asshole?" "Settle your ass back down kiddo. I'm not the one standing here looking like a puppy afraid he's been caught piddling on the carpet." That was a low blow and I knew it. I saw a flicker in Jim's eyes and held up a hand. "My bad. I call bullshit on myself. Dude, man, you're fine, totally fine. Sorry. I'm not used to anyone tip-toeing around Jill, worried they might piss her off. I spend most of my time trying to do just that." I couldn't help it. I had to add, "I guess now I'll have to get used to spending more time chit-chatting with someone she's just blown." Jill punched me, hard. "Asshole. Knock it off. I'll kill your ass and dump you in the Dismal Swamp on the way home, shithead fucker." Every syllable or so was stress by another punch to my shoulder, each less effective than the one before. By the end, I was laughing at her, which only pissed her off more. Jim was smart enough to wipe the smile off his face before she turned around. "What's going on?" My dad stood just inside the living room. He tried to sound fatherly and commanding but it was clear he was uncomfortable. That freaked me out a little. My old man was chill as hell; nothing ruffled his feathers. Mom said she saw a drop of sweat on his forehead once, when an eighteen-wheeler jack-knifed in front of them, but that's about it. "Jill, would you go talk to your mother, please?" Jill didn't ask any questions. She just said, "Sure," and stood up. "Better put some clothes on first," he suggested. Jill shook her head. "You think so? I don't. I think it will seem like less of a big deal if we don't make it a big deal." She turned to go, adding, "Besides I doubt it's nudity she's upset about." Dad nodded, not that Jill saw him. She stepped over to Jim, kissed him softly and turned away, heading for the master bedroom down the hall. For a punk about to be freshman in college, she was irritatingly confident in her own decisions. "Um, boys, about last night," dad started. I interrupted him, something I rarely do. "Forget it dad. It's no big deal." "No big deal?" He sounded incredulous. I decided to go with Muriel's line of reasoning. "Getting off on being watched is hardly unusual. Muriel suggested it wasn't the first time you two got frisky in the pool while she pretended to watch for dolphins." He opened his mouth at that but closed it. "Yeah, I know. You're our parents. That makes it kind of weird for sure but it's not like we don't know you and mom have sex. It's not like, despite your best efforts, Bill and I haven't shared a chuckle at the sounds coming from your bedroom. You love each other. You're still young. It was a beautiful night. It happened. No BFD." He looked like he wanted to be reassured but his face was still gripped with regret. "Maybe. I don't know. That's one hell of a mountain of rationalization you built for yourself. Muriel help you with that speech?" Dad wasn't only chill. He was fucking smart, too. He glanced at Jim. "But later, with your sister, Christ she won't be nineteen until next month." "When she was nineteen wasn't mom already pregnant with me?" "That's different," he snapped. "Really? I don't see how. I don't mean to sound like a dick but my bet is Jill is being more careful than mom was. I never pictured her as a nun, so it was going to happen sometime. Besides..." I glanced at Jim who looked like he was considering vaulting over the deck rail and hoping for the best. "As much as I hate to say it, Jim seems like a cool guy. Bill says he's cool and if Bill says it, I believe it." I sat back down on the lounge chair and stretched out. "All I'm pissed about is you ass wipes mixing up enjoying the sun and breeze on your body with an orgy. That's the very myth us naturists are trying to dispel. I'm going to relax for a bit and enjoy the sun like God intended." "Nice plan," dad intoned in a flat voice. "Except you're forgetting the part about Adam and Eve being ashamed of their nakedness." "I'm an atheist." I closed my eyes, wishing I had a small towel to cover my eyes. Even through my closed lids the sun blazed. "Mr. Casey," I heard Jim begin but my dad interrupted him. "Save it Jim. You practically live at my house. I got nothing against you, son. What's with 'Mr.' all of a sudden? If I was Ben before you deflowered my daughter I don't see why I can't be Ben after." ----- Man, let me fill you in on a little secret. There ain't a thing in the world can kill a good mood quicker than having the father of the girl you're in love with look at you like he wants to bust you in the mouth. Especially, if the father is a dude you let yourself start to think of as sort of, in a way, your own dad. I hadn't seen my old man since I was ten. Last I heard he was out and had taken off for Florida, though Aunt Mae had heard tell it was Texas, not Florida. I figured he was a bigger fool than I imagined if either of those were true. Them states do not fuck around. If he got his third strike in either, I wouldn't need to wonder where to send his fucking Christmas card, not for the rest of his life. I didn't care all that much but, just on principle, I hate the thought of another black man rotting in jail, even if he did deserve it. Momma said she didn't give a shitty rat's ass where the son-of-a-bitch went and she meant it. Why it took five kids over ten years to figure that out was all I wondered about. I was too busy helping with my three sisters and brother to get into serious shit. I made it through high school without getting arrested or getting some chick pregnant. I knew it would be tough but I had to get out of there. I didn't figure my shit can of a school had come close to making me ready for college. I had a cousin in Norfolk. I decided to head to Virginia, learn a trade. Sissy, one of my sister and second oldest, was a good kid. She'd help momma, assuming she didn't let that mother fucker Jade knock her up. Life in our house sat too close to allow much time for sentimentality. I packed up two small suitcases. That was all I needed. Momma did kissed me on the cheek before she reminded me to send money when I could. Sissy dropped me off at the Greyhound station. I told her in a couple years I'd be able to send enough money that she wouldn't have to worry about momma or the kids. I as good as begged her to stay in school, do good, and try for a scholarship. Dumb fucking bitch sat there, nodding her head, saying "uh-huh" all the while knowing she was already pregnant. It was Jade of course. I should have kicked his fucking ass. He high-tailed it on a Div II basketball scholarship. Just to prove she hadn't just made a mistake, that she really was fucking stupid, Sissy got pregnant again. That time with a bigger fool than Jade. She delivered about the time the baby's daddy was taking that long slow bus ride to Allendale, down in Fairfax. He was a first time offender but no black man every got sent to a level 1 facility in South Carolina. Being black made you a level 2, medium-security, even if all you got busted for was going for a joyride without asking permission first. On the bright side, such as there was, momma would have Sissy around to help, probably for the rest of her life. I help but I never send them cash money. Momma and Sissy both enjoyed their wine a little too much. I had them send me the bills I could afford to pay and paid them direct. They bitched about it but they like having cable TV too much to bitch very hard. Bill's folks were good people. Ben and Meg had fed me and given me a place to stay while I looked for an apartment I could afford on my dwindling savings and part-time job. I had taken one look at my cousin's place, with its scattered pipes and bongs, picked up my suitcases and found the cheapest hotel I could find within walking distance of the bus. Bill had been the first person I'd met in Norfolk, or at least the first person I'd met who acknowledged meeting me. I'd been in line to register for classes. I had half a notion they'd not let me start until the check cleared based on the way the gal behind the counter had been looking at me. She'd look at the check, look at my South Carolina driver's license and back. I'd been trying to keep my cool when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Man, I didn't know you were taken classes here?" It was a dude I'd never met before. He had a goofy assed smile. He had ignored my look of confusion. "Dude, what you holding up the line for?" He turned to the lady behind the desk. "Ms. Green, should I call security? Or maybe I can just cut in line? It'll take you all day to straighten out this fella." The chick behind the desk, older than my momma and twice the size, had opened her blue powdered eyes wide and smiled right back. "Bill," she'd simpered. "How's your momma? I didn't know you boys was friends." She turned my check over, stamped it and pushed a packet of papers and pamphlets across the counter. "Here you go, Mr. Watson. You're all registered." I thanked her with a smile that damn near killed me and stepped aside. I plopped into one of the scruffy chairs beside a table with cigarette burns around the edge and long narrow triangle of missing Formica and started looking at the little map included in the papers, trying to figure out where I needed to be next when Bill dropped into a the chair beside me. "Hi, I'm Bill. Sorry about that. She's a bitch. For what it's worth, she hates damn near everybody." "Especially, niggers is my guess." My voice had been cold. It was the only way I could hide the tears underneath it. Bill nodded. "Yup, that's about the truth of the matter." I appreciated the fact he hadn't bothered to lie. "What are you signed up for?" he asked, sounding like he really wanted to know. It turned out we were in two classes together. At lunch time he spotted me sitting off to one side on a low wall beneath a nice shade tree. He sat down without asking and started to eat his own lunch. I don't know, and I'll never ask, if he had seen my sad lunch of a couple slices of bread from the day old store and a single slice of cheese or not but he invited me to dinner. I was too damn hungry to say no. He waited for an hour until my last class was over and drove me to his house. I was secretly relieved to see he drove an old Civic with spots of rust around the wheel wells and not some Mustang or Porsche or some shit like that. His house was a mansion compared to what I was used to but I knew for white folks it was modest. Ben shook my hand. Megan had smiled and asked me if I was hungry, then yelled at Bill for not calling and warning her to fix a bigger supper. I tried to hide my shock. Why were they being this nice? Without any warning that their son was bringing home a black dude he'd just meet? At first I figured them for guilty liberals but even though I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, it didn't take me long to understand they was simply nice folks. It weren't any more complicated than that. While Bill was introducing me to his folks, a girl appeared in the short hall leading to the bedrooms. She was drying her hair on a towel and asking what all the fuss was about. That was the first time I met Jill. At the time I hadn't noticed and now I'm not sure if I'm remembering things rightly or if my brain is playing tricks on me but looking back I believe Bill had a funny look on his face as he introduced me to his sister. Over dinner, Megan politely pried as much of my story out of me as I was willing to share with folks I'd just met. It was quite a lot now that I think on it. When Mrs. Casey, I couldn't bring myself to even think of her as "Megan" of "Meg" for weeks, found out where I was staying. She dropped her fork and stared, open-mouthed, at me. "James, you can't stay in that place. If you don't get shot, you'll get bed bugs, herpes and gonorrhea, and that's if you don't touch anything." She turned to Bill, who was looking amused. "After supper, you drive over there with James and get his stuff." She turned back to me. "Mark, Bill's brother is away at college, you can sleep in his bed until you find yourself a decent place. Bill is used to sharing a room." "Mrs. Casey, I can't do that. It's too much..." "Nonsense, James. I don't want to hear another word about it. I'm not about to let you spend another night in that horrible place." On the Beach Ch. 03 She picked up her fork and began to eat. Bill and his sister smiled at each other. Mr. Casey, Ben, looked over his plate at me. "Give it up, son. I've been married to her almost twenty years. When she uses that voice, it's over, trust me." I tried not to show how hungry I was but I still ate twice as much as Bill. We fetched my suitcases and I settled up with the hotel. Mrs. Casey met us at the door. She directed us toward the garage and followed us. She held out a large plastic bag and a towel. "James, hon, put your clothes in here, including what you're wearing. I wasn't kidding about the bed bugs in that place." Bill started to protest. I stopped him. "Dude, no problem." I wasn't pissed. It made sense to me. I sat my suitcases down and opened them. There wasn't nothing in them I cared about them seeing. I started to put the clothes in the bag. "James, anything I can't wash with hot water?" "No, ma'am." When I the suitcases were empty I stood up. "Bill, use this spray on the suitcases." She held out a can of something. "Mom, this is ridiculous and rude," he snapped. He was red in the face angry. "No, man, it's not. It's cool. You saw that hotel," I answered for Mrs. Casey. She nodded. "Spray them good, don't forget the pockets and the seams, and put them in one of these bags. Seal it up tight and put it out on the back porch, in the sunshine. The hotter it gets the better." She hadn't taken the bag from my hand. She nodded at the towel and then at me. "Those clothes too, honey. I brought you a towel. The shower is down the hall. It's a small house you can't miss it." "Jesus fucking Christ, mom. How would you feel if someone told you that you couldn't come in the house without stripping and showering? You afraid he's got black cooties?" Mrs. Casey's face froze and her voice was icy-cold. "You know better than that, William. Apologize. I'd make you do exactly the same thing if you'd been in that place." She stopped, mouth still hanging open. She didn't say another word. She spun around, opened the door from the garage into the house and came back with another towel. Her eyes were still ice cold. Momma could get mad but it was the blow up kind of mad. This lady, Megan, she get mad and you could tell she was liable to do more than holler about it. She held out a towel to her son. "You were in that place. And I sure don't want to give anyone the impression I discriminate. Strip and put your clothes in the bag with James'." She turned but stopped at the door. "James is our guest. Let him have the bathroom first, William." Bill's mouth worked up and down a few times. I couldn't help it. Man, I busted a gut. "Yes, ma'am," was all he managed to get out. She went in. I turned my back to Bill and got undressed. I wrapped the towel tight around my waist and put my clothes in the plastic bag. When I straightened up, Bill had a towel around his waist. "Bro, this is your house. You can shower first." "No fucking way, dude. You first. You heard my mom." Mrs. Casey had been spraying the chair I had sat on for supper when we went inside. Bill had whispered, "oh for fuck sake" under his breath. I thought she was being a little excessive myself but it tickled me so much to see white folks fussing just like my momma and I did, I couldn't help smiling. I was walking down the hall, wearing nothing but a towel and that smile, when Jill came out of her room. Her eyes got wide and then she smiled, showing me all those perfect pretty teeth. I damn near ran back down the hallway and kissed her momma for making me take off all my clothes. I insisted Bill go first. I had to be downright pushy about it. I could tell he was irritated. At the time I figured it was over not wanting to get an earful from his momma. Now, I'm not so sure. Jill and I chatted while Bill showered. I don't know if she noticed anything stirring underneath my towel but I didn't trouble myself over much worrying if she did. That had been two years ago. The other day at the pool I had jumped at the chance to see Jill naked. I didn't give a shit about the 'feel of the sun on your body' and that other bullshit Mark spread around. I wanted to see that girl naked and if I had to be naked for that to happen that was fine by me. I wasn't ashamed of what I packed between my legs. I'd never gotten any complaints. The funny thing was, I'd never cared about a girl's complaints, or for that matter her compliments either. This girl was different. I kept telling my dumb ass there was no way it would work. Ben and Megan were cool, no question on that score, and Bill was the best friend I'd ever had. That made the odds worse, not better. I'd be worried, or Jill would be worried, about what Bill would think about us and that would be a big old fly, a big old black fly I couldn't help thinking, in the ointment. I couldn't shake the feeling that her parents, no matter how cool, would not dig a black man with a junkie ex-con father and a wino mother dating their only daughter. None of it mattered that afternoon. I ditched my clothes and jumped in the pool and prayed. Later, when she said she was going to the beach I saw the look that passed over Bill and Mark's faces. I tried not to let it bother me. I told myself they would have had the same reaction to anyone hitting on their kid sister. I almost believed it. I really did believe it, finally, when Mark tried to get his dad off my back. When Ben made it clear he might not be happy about what happened last night but he wasn't going to kick my ass out of the house I let myself start hoping. Hope is always a dangerous thing. I began to hope that last night wasn't a one and done kinda deal. --- I didn't give a shit about no fucking video games. I'd never touched one until I started hanging out with Bill. I sucked. I knew it. I also knew, and so did Bill, I could fucking kill him at any real sport. Except basketball, which pissed me off. For a not very tall white boy, he was fast, wicked fast. He hadn't beat me at one-on-one yet but I can't say I killed him either. I played because Jill played and I loved to hear her voice directed at me, even if it was to gloat over whipping my ass. It was worth it to lose to her. In a "bros before hos" sort of way, I did enjoy it when Bill beat her. He never gloated and she never bitched. Jill wasn't a sore loser but Lord Almighty she was a terrible winner. She did her little victory dance. I tried not to stare at the way her titties swayed under that skimpy little bikini top. I agreed with Bill, her idea about spying on her folks was not right but I kept my mouth shut. When she shed that bathing suit I was just fucking gone man. I knew Bill was pissed. I didn't blame him but those beautiful titties, framed by her tan, that little white girl ass and that shaved snow white pussy overcame any qualms I had. She could have asked me to shank her brother and I would have had to think twice. I know that sounds fucked up but it's the truth. Feeling her shoulder against my bare skin only made things worse. My dick got all hard and my balls started to ache. When I saw what her folks was doing in the pool, well fuck me man. I felt bad about it sometimes but Megan was damn hot. I had beat my Johnson into submission more than once thinking about Bill's momma. And Jesus baby, the way they were going at it would've had momma's dried up old Baptist minister of a daddy pulling at his dick, no doubt about it. When Jill took my dick in her mouth I wanted to grab her head and fuck her sweet little mouth but I didn't. Like I said already, she was the first woman I wanted to please. I'd had better blow jobs but I didn't give a shit. I'd trade all of them for one from this girl. I didn't want to cum in her mouth so I pulled out. I meant to turn away, jizz on the floor but she followed me and I covered her beautiful white titties with the only thing white about me. I thought I'd fucking faint when she started to smear it over her nipples. Goddamn she was hot. I ignored that crazy, sweet white woman next door. It's one of those bullshit urban legends that black men don't know how to eat pussy. This one sure as shit did. Jill was squirming all over my face in no time. And when we fucked. Sweet Jesus that girl was tight. She wrapped herself around my cock and for a time I thought I might be hitting the back of her throat by way of her pussy. That's how deep it felt like I was going. I came again and she did something no other chick has ever done. She pulled off my cock and took it in her mouth. I think she made me cum again, at least it felt that way. I forgot about Bill until I saw him go inside the house. I hoped he wasn't pissed I was nailing his sister. I woke up feeling great. I felt even better when I saw Jill on the porch, naked as last night. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a ratty old concert tee shirt no brother worth his salt would be caught dead in but I'd seen Jill wearing it as a nightshirt before. That was good enough for me. Seeing her old man standing there had brought back all my worries and fears. Mark defending me and Ben, basically telling me to suck it up and be a man about it, relieved most of my fears. Now all I had to worry about was Bill. The only other dude I loved as much as Bill was my kid brother. I had to find a way to make this work, with Bill and with Jill. I had to. ---- I knocked softly on the door. I didn't say anything. If mom knew it was me and not dad she'd tell me to go away. "Ben, just leave me alone for a while. Jesus." I opened the door softly. "It's me, mom, not daddy." As I stepped inside, she was scrambling to pull up the sheet, one arm covering her chest. "Oh, just stop that mom. What the hell? You got boobs. So what? So do I. Just relax about it, already." "Relax?" she sobbed. "Relax, after last night. Are you insane? If you aren't, I am." Her eyes were bloodshot. She had to pause every once in a while to snuffle back snot. Christ, she was a mess. "Your father and I should be in jail. Someone should call CPS. I should. I'm a teacher. I'm required by law to report child abuse to CPS. "We're all over eighteen so save the drama. Child Protective Services, deals with children. Get a grip, mom." "Don't you give me that smart mouth of yours, Jill," she snapped. "I'm in no mood for it. Don't tell me you are okay with what happened?" "As a matter of fact, I am." She gaped at me. "It was pretty sudden but what's the big deal? It's not like I didn't know you and daddy were still doing the nasty. Jeez, mom you're still smoking hot. You know how many MILF comments I field on a slow day?" "But..." "But what? You had sex. We saw. Big deal. The only thing you're having trouble with is admitting you got off on having an audience as much as I did." "Jill Marie Casey, what on earth has gotten into you? I never..." I couldn't help it. There was no way I could pass up such an easy shot. "Jim got into me. Twice, if you count his tongue." Her face twisted into such a conflict mask of outrage, anger, and surprise that I started to giggle, then laugh. I collapsed on the end of the bed, near her feet and rocked myself back and forth, clutching my sides and howling. By the time I got control of myself, my eyes were streaming. The look on mom's face nearly set me off again. I bit my lower lip to hold my laughter back. She was pissed. "Three times, smartass. You forgot blowing him already? Didn't you like it?" I smacked her on top of her bare foot, then scrambled up to sit cross-legged on the bed. "No, I loved it. That's one of the things I wanted to ask you. Does that mean I'm a slut or something? I mean I really loved going down on him. All my friends act like they're forced to do it because otherwise they're boyfriend will dump them. They make it sound like you can't eat the next day because of dry heaving but I loved it." Mom's face grew serious and I suppressed a smile. The best way to get a mom to be a mom is to give her the chance. "Of course not, baby. A lot of women enjoy doing that for their man. It's always a turn-on when you can give so much pleasure to your lover." "So do you love it?" "Well," she hemmed and hawed. "Let's leave it at I enjoy it, okay?" I rolled my eyes at her. Why was it so hard for people to just say what they mean? "Did you ever suck daddy off after he'd been fucking you? Jim thought that was totally out of the box, no pun intended, hot." "Oh my gosh, Jill. We aren't having this conversation." "Why not?" I asked, honestly confused. "Who should I talk to? You and daddy obviously know what you're doing when it comes to sex. Should I post it online for an answer?" "No, of course not. I don't know. It's not the sort of conversation I ever, in my life, imagined having with you." "You think those talks should stop at 'and then the man will put his penis in your vagina. Don't forget to use birth control'?" "That isn't what I said." Her frustration was pulling her out of her funk. "I'm not going into the details of my sex life with you but I will say what you mention wouldn't bother me in the least." "Right on, mom." I scooted closer on the bed. "Does daddy ever go down on you, like, you know, after he cums, if you haven't gotten off yet? I asked Ed to do that once and he nearly fell on his skinny butt, scrambling to get out of the car. I mean what's the big deal? They expect women to happily swallow and smile but God forbid a drop of semen should touch their lips." "Surely, you aren't surprised to discover that there are double-standards left when it comes to sex are you, baby girl?" She shook her head. "Again, I'm going to leave it at saying that your father is a wonderful lover who never leaves me hanging." "Holy shit! My parents are fucking gods, or Fuck Gods, I never knew it. This is so dope." "You slept with that Ed?" Disapproval dripped from her voice. I nodded. "'Fraid so. I wished it could have been someone like Jim but nope I was desperate and settled for Ed." "But, Jill, he was, not to throw stones, but..." I cut her off. "He was a self-absorbed jock with a remarkably small penis but it was big enough to pluck my cherry and I didn't have to worry about that little milestone anymore. He'll end up changing tires at Jiffy Lube. I'm the best thing that will have ever happened to him." "You know, modesty is not a terrible quality." "Please, mother. Have you seen the skank he's been hanging out with? They'll be lucky if they can produce half-wits. He'll never even be able to afford a skirt for his trailer." "Jill," she snapped. "That is enough. There is no purpose served by being cruel. It's not healthy. It becomes a habit and then you'll turn out to be a bitter nasty person. Don't let that happen to you." "You're right. I'm sorry." I hopped off the bed. "Come on, mom." I picked her hand up and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. "Jill Marie, let go of me." "Nope, come on. Grab the sunscreen. We're gonna go lay out in the sun." She jerked her hand away. "No, no way. I can't go out there, not like this, not after what happened last night." "Don't be an ass, mom. You're too bright to pull it off. Come on. Brush your hair though. Christ, it looks like a rat's nest. I'll wait right here." I plopped my ass back onto her bed, hoping I gave off the air of one who has no intention of budging. It worked. I have always been stubborn. "Oh, fine. If that's what it takes to get you to leave me alone. Fine." She went into the bathroom. I ignored the sound of her taking a whiz, washing her face and hands, and brushing her teeth. When she emerged she was wearing her bikini bottom but only the bottom. I let it go. She paused before emerging from the hall. Everyone but Bill was out on the deck. I had almost forgotten about Bill. Mom scurried past me and down the stairs. She was hunched over like she was dodging snipers in Fallujah. She was heading out the lower level patio door before I caught up with her. "Hold on mom. Let me get some lotion on you." I handed her the bottle. "You do your chest. Lay it on heavy over your boobies. I'll do your back. I already put on sunscreen. Bill helped me." She turned and squirted the sunscreen into my palm. "Where is Bill? I didn't see him upstairs? I thought he was still sleeping." "No," I replied, beginning to spread the lotion over her back. "He was up. Muriel called him over to help with some mulch and told him she'd feed him breakfast." "Muriel?" mom moaned and put a hand to her head. "I forgot about Muriel. Oh, Jill, she basically asked us if she could, well, if she could, uh, seduce Mark. Instead of being outraged, we sent him over to her. Your dad and I thought it was sort of funny. Muriel is a wonderful woman. If you had to pick an older woman to open up the world for your son, she's the perfect choice and Mark has been in such a funk lately. But what sort of mother even thinks like that? What kind of horrible mother have I become? What on earth were we thinking?" "Please, please, please stop with the drama. One, he didn't look like he minded and if he did, he's old enough to say so and walk away. Two, you're not a horrible mother. Three, if you were a horrible mother, it's too late now. We're mostly all grown up. Do you think the boys and I are bad people?" "What?" she gasped, clearly taken aback by my question. "Of course not. All three of you are terrific human beings and I'm not just saying that because you're my children." "Fair enough. Then, does that answer your question? How can you be such a monster if we turned out so wonderful? Jesus, mom, I'm supposed to be the immature one here. Get your head in the game." I finished her back, making sure to get the lotion below the top of her bikini bottom. "Should I do your butt? In case you change your mind?" "No. I won't." "Let's go then." I led the way. At the door, I stopped and turned around. Mom nearly collided with me. "And by the way, I hate you for having a nicer ass than me, bitch." I didn't give her a chance to answer. I walked out onto the pool deck, grabbed the chair that was in the shade. The one I was pretty sure Mark beat off in while we were out yesterday and drug it, skittering on the concrete, into the sun. ------ I knew Jill was manipulating me. I let her. I needed someone to take charge. She was so insistent on being the grown-up sophisticate, fine, let her. I had to bite off a groan as I remembered the night before. I had been more than a little tipsy but that's no excuse. The idea of going skinny dipping with my husband, while my son was next door having his world rock by our very knowledgeable land-lady, had gotten my motor running. Honest to God, I had thought we'd splash around a little in the pool and then run back inside. By that point, I knew Ben would be rearing to nail my ass to the bed. That's all I had wanted. But then things had gotten out of control. He'd grabbed me from behind, pulled me against his body. As awful as I was feeling now, I couldn't help remembering how good he had felt. "Ben, what are you doing?" "Rubbing my dick in the crack of your ass," he muttered into the side of my neck. "But, Ben. It's still light out. What if the kids see us?" "I told them to give us some privacy. No kid wants to see their parents naked. Relax." "Hmm, you just want to give Muriel a little show. I know you by now, mister." He hugged me closer. "And I know you too, miss. You like it as much as I do, maybe as much as you liked eating Muriel's pussy. Besides, your secret lady lover is probably teaching your son how to eat her pussy. Are you jealous? It's been months since you've eaten a furburger and order of thighs." On the Beach Ch. 03 I elbowed him in the ribs. "Ben! For heaven's sake. What if the kids heard you?" I elbowed him again. "I hate that phrase. You know that." "They can't hear us out here. You just don't want to admit how much you like having your ass in the air and you face between Muriel's legs. That's all." I tried to sound pissed but I couldn't stop my butt from wiggling against the hard-on pressed between the cheeks of my ass as I remembered how lovely Muriel's pussy tastes. "I don't recall you complaining when I sucked you off when you took my place between her legs," I purred as I tilted my head, exposing the side of my neck to my husband's lips and teeth. "Nor I, when you two were in a sixty-nine and I was fucking her just above your mouth." "Maybe not, but you seemed to enjoy watching me eat your cum out of her pussy, smart ass." He kissed the side of my neck and nibbled at my ear. "Mrs. Casey, you are one hot sexy bitch." "You always say the sweetest things, Mr. Casey." When his hand pushed between my shoulder blades I didn't resist. I hadn't wanted to resist by that point. I leaned over and rested my outstretched hands on the side of the pool. Ben rubbed his cock in my wet slit and then began to fuck me. ------ I wanted to stay pissed at Jim. I needed something, or someone, to focus my anger on, other than myself. I couldn't do it. The look on his face, the obvious signs over the past weeks and months that he cared deeply for my daughter, coupled with my own behavior last night made it impossible for me to make him the scapegoat for my own failings. No one knows better than I that you can't force Jill to do anything. She had made her choice. She'd announced, if you will, her choice in a shocking fashion but, again, what grounds did I have to pass judgment? I distracted myself by examining how last night had gotten so off track. We had been too far gone to stop by the time we realized we were being watched from both upper decks. If I was honest with myself, a big part of me hadn't care, part of me had hoped all along we'd be watched. I told myself, and mostly believed myself, that I was thinking of Muriel. I only mostly believed myself because I knew Mark was at Muriel's. Meg and I had practically gift-wrapped him for Muriel. I knew there was a chance it wouldn't be Muriel's eyes alone watching us. I had wanted to show my son I wasn't all that old yet. Let him see me make a woman scream in pleasure. In the cold harsh light of day, the fact that the woman was his mother made me question if I had some, as yet undescribed, reverse oedipal complex. Now, that woman, my wife, was curled up in her room, trying to decide if she should be arrested or committed. "Dad," Mark whispered and nodded with his head. I looked down. Meg and Jill were walking out toward the pool. Meg was topless. Just the sight of her breasts and the fact she was not curled up on the bed sent my heart into my throat - and a zing to my cock. I turned to Jim. "Jim, it's hard for me to imagine my daughter is old enough to be having sex but she's always known her own mind. There's not a thing in the world I can do about it. I know you'll be careful and not do anything to hurt her." I thought for a minute the kid was going to cry. He opened his mouth but settled for a nod. It was enough. "Before you two started hugging each other and getting all misty-eyed, why don't you take off your clothes and join the rest of us?" Mark offered. He has always been the biggest smart ass of the bunch. It did seem like a good way to show bygones could be bygones. I took off my clothes and tried not to stare at the penis that had violated my daughter. ----- As Muriel was hanging the skillet up, I heard the sound of a lounge chair being dragged over concrete. "Let's see who else is stirring." Muriel spoke as she hung up the apron she'd donned while cooking. I followed her out to the deck. I spotted my dad, Jim, and Mark on our deck. Mom and Jill were getting settled on a couple of lounge chairs beside the pool. Jill and Mark were nude. Mom was topless. Dad and Jim were clothed. I took off my clothes. ---- I waved at Bill. He nodded but didn't wave back. I searched his face but couldn't read anything in it. I stretched out, face down on the lounge chair. Mom did the same beside me. I turned to face her and smiled. "Hi, mommy." "Hi, sweetheart." "You still look worried." "I am. Muriel is one of the sweetest human beings I have ever met. People love to gossip about her." She giggled softly. "The trouble is a lot of the gossip is true. She's a free spirit alright but that doesn't change the fact she is one of the most decent human beings I've ever met. I'm worried about Bill though. Muriel wouldn't upset him for the world, not intentionally anyway." "You mean you don't think he'll be as eager as Mark for Muriel's attention?" "Well, no, I didn't mean it that way, not exactly." We were whispering but I lowered my voice further. "Mother, you think he's gay, too, don't you?" She didn't seem startled by my statement. She nodded. "I don't know why he's so afraid to just tell us. What have I done, or your father, to make him believe he can't tell us?" "Why do parents assume everything is their fault? It drives me absolutely bonkers," I hissed. "Isn't it possible he's not ready? You think it's still not hard, just because people are a little less stupid than they used to be? Wake up mom, we live in southern Virginia. You're a school teacher, grade school not high school but still, what do you think would have happened if Bill told everyone he was gay in high school? I mean, if he is." I rose up enough to look over mom's shoulders and up at Muriel's deck. I wanted to see if they were still there. They were. They were talking. Muriel had taken a seat. Bill still stood. Bill had shed his clothes. I craned my neck to look up at our own deck. All I could see of Mark was his feet. Dad and Jim were talking quietly. As I watched I heard Mark say something that I couldn't make out but it was clearly directed toward the other two. They both turned to look at Mark, then each other. My dad was only wearing trunks. It was easy for him to strip. Jim had to go to the additional trouble of taking off that ratty old tee shirt of mine he always wore. They flipped towels over their chairs and started to get comfortable. I had time to think, "Good, maybe all this silly drama is over," when a piercing whistle made us all jump. It was Bill. He was standing at the end of Muriel's deck, two fingers still tucked between his lips. I'd never learned to whistle like that. When he was sure he had our attention, he shouted. ----- Muriel didn't seem surprised when I took off my clothes. I didn't lay down. I scanned the beach. Although, the two houses were nice enough, for the Outer Banks, they were at best, average. Muriel had a prime spot though. She was away from the fishing pier. The two houses were on a small point, providing more privacy than one would expect. I didn't see anyone on the beach in front of us. The closest cluster of sunbathers was a couple of hundred yards north of us. I wondered if having a crowd on the beach in front of the house would make a difference. I glanced over at our house. Mom and Jill were on their bellies. It looked like they were chatting. Mark was sprawled out on a lounge chair. He was talking to Jim and my father but I couldn't hear what he was saying. They looked at each other and then took their clothes off. And there it was. We were all naked again, except for mom's bikini bottom. "Bill, you sure this is the best way?" "What the fuck, Muriel?" I jerked my head in surprise and glared at her. "You psychic?" "I wish. No, but that doesn't mean I don't have pretty good idea what you're working up to. You've been looking up and down the beach, looking over at your house. You aren't pacing but your butt cheeks are clenching like you ought to be. Why not wait for a nice dinner, everyone relaxed?" "Fuck that. I want to make a splash." I tucked two fingers in my mouth and whistled as loud as I could. Everyone jumped. That made me feel better for some reason. They were all looking at me. "I'm gay!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "And Jim, sorry to spring this on you this way but, dude, I love you."