Chapter 5

Lorena had been busy playing bartender all night, and had watched her brother keep a conversational ball rolling as he stayed between their mother and father, a buffer so that their fight wouldn't really get started.

They had been surprised at so much attention from their kids, Lorena saw, and before the evening was over, everybody was more or less enjoying themselves. There had been only a few sly cuts, and even those lessened as the night wore on, helped considerably by the double strength drinks Lorena mixed.

Maybe her mom and dad felt a little guilty, she thought, especially with their kids so obviously trying to make a family type party of the occasion. They'd talked about rock music and how things were shaping up for the Fall school term, and about other kids, but the conversation steered away from what was on all their minds--the impending divorce.

If mom had said anything about who was taking over, about which one was going to get what kid, Lorena thought that the whole bit would have blown up right then and there. Neither she nor Glynn wanted to hear any of that splitting up crap. They couldn't allow it to happen, even if the plan failed.

But she was getting scared as the night wore on, and had to keep telling herself that it was going to work out, that her father had to feel the same way about her. She watched him and knew a thrill of anticipation as she saw him getting smashed.

If she hadn't made it with Glynn, if she hadn't swung with her own brother and gotten into that wild tangle with him and Jean, maybe she wouldn't have the nerve to try what was coming up. But she had to go through with it now; if she didn't, her mother and father would keep moving toward that damned divorce.

"Well," her mom said, "it's been a nice night, but I'm pooped, and drank too much of that juice. I'm going to bed. Night, kids."

Lorena noticed that her mom didn't tell her dad good night, and glanced quickly at Glynn. He looked away, his face down, and she threatened him in her head, because they had the plan already set. She was going into her dad's room, after he was asleep, and Glynn was supposed to do the same, only he was to sneak into their mom's bedroom. The way they had figured it out, dad would think it was mom snuggling to him, and mom would think it was dad.

If they didn't truly hate each other, then they would get it on, and just because they screwed didn't mean they had to call off all the legal machinery. Lorena took a deep breath. "I'll clean up," she said. "You can go to bed, too, dad."

Mom was already halfway up the stairs, her sleek butt swinging from side to side, those long legs flashing, when dad climbed out of his chair. "Might as well," he said. "Nowhere else to go."

He was so good looking, she thought, and moved like a kid half his age. Her father looked impossibly Nordic, with pale blonde hair and green eyes; he was six feet tall, and a well muscled 200 pounds, with no paunch. It was a wonder that women didn't fight over him.

Lorena didn't think that was the trouble between her parents, other women. It was just something that had grown sharp and ugly over the years, like a sickness. But if they wouldn't do anything about it, the kids would. Sneaking a drink behind the bar, Lorena felt the stuff burn all the way down. She needed a little extra courage, but before she could pour herself another shot, she looked up and saw her father watching.

"You're a good kid, Lorena," he said. "Some guy is going to be mighty lucky."

"Thanks, dad."

Into an awkward silence, Glynn said: "I'm hungry. I'll grab a bite to eat and be up later."

They saw their father climb the stairs heavily, swaying a bit, and when he was out of sight Lorena hissed: "Later, hell! Don't you dare cop out now. Here, take a drink with me, and I'll go upstairs in a few minutes, after he's had time to fall asleep."

She and her brother downed some whiskey, both making faces and shuddering at the taste. Lorena felt the warmth spreading in her tummy and moving down her legs, but she didn't need any more alcohol. She was keyed up and alert now, fighting down the hot trembles that raced over her taut flesh from time to time.

Glynn said, "You're really going to do it."

And she answered, "Right on--and you'd better do it, too--or you'll be back to jacking off. I'll never screw you again, and that's a promise."

"Okay," he said, surrendering. "I guess I'm just scared shitless."

"Me, too," she admitted, and patted his arm. "But this is our big chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop that damned divorce. Help me clean up here, and concentrate on how it will be, sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great body."

She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and wondered if the hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde of his head. She wondered if his penis would be big in comparison to Glynn's, and to the two other boys she had screwed. A pulse in her throat beat wildly as she tried to picture a really large cock and what it would do inside her eager pussy.

Her throat was tight as she said, "It's time. I--I'll go up first and take a quick shower, then sneak into his room. You do the same in mom's room."

Her brother said, "Yeah, sis. Funny thing--I have a hard on, but it's as much from thinking of you and dad fucking, as for me and mom."

Lorena kissed him, pressed the pulsing length of her body to his, and felt the erect staff of his prick against her belly. She rolled her hips and ground her pelvis into it, but laughed and pulled swiftly away. "Save it for mom. Okay, here I go."

Bathing quickly in her shower, Lorena scented her body with her favorite perfume, a sexy, clinging odor. She dabbed it on the hard nipples of her tits and in her freshly shaven armpits, then drew a line down her trembling belly to the deeply curling hairs of her pussy. Would he like her? Would he think she was a fine, hot piece of ass? Oh, she hoped so. She had wanted him to fondle her for years, to feel his hands on every part of her aching body.

Lorena put on her only sexy robe, then pulled it off and simply wrapped a bath towel around her body. She could always scoot out in a hurry, if things didn't work out, but she closed off her mind to that possibility. It was going to be all right, she just knew that.

But her knees were shaking when she softly turned the knob of his door and let herself into the totally dark room. Standing still, trying to adjust to the deep blackness inside, Lorena's nostrils flared at the subtle odors of man--shaving lotion, leather, tweed, man-sweat.

She heard him turn on the bed, heard his heavy breathing and knew he was asleep. Forcing her legs to obey, she moved step by faltering step across the room to the big bed and sank down upon the edge of the mattress, her heart threatening to explode.

He was under the sheet, and she carefully lifted it to slide her legs beneath the covering. When her weight was on the bed, when the bath towel was dropped upon the floor and she was head to foot naked in the same bed with her daddy, Lorena's mind gave an exultant leap. She was halfway home, moving into a lifelong dream that wasn't a dream now, but something very real.

Turning onto her left side, Lorena eased out a hand, felt toward the warmth and bulk of her father's body. He didn't move when she touched his chest, and she let her fingers rest lightly upon the hairy expanse of it, moving up and down with the rhythm of his breath. Daringly, she allowed her hand to drift downward as he lay upon his back, and felt very gently into the curving of his belly.

She shivered then, for a fingertip had brushed against something else, a softness lying limply against his pelvis. The head of her daddy's cock! Would he feel that and awaken? Breathlessly, she waited, but he didn't move. Lorena grew braver and took the flaccid thing in her hand.