Chapter 9: Clarissa

The family was enjoying an outdoor dinner with grilled burgers, roasted corn, and fruit salad, six months after changing the bedrooms. They had two picnic tables set out on the concrete patio between the house and the pool.

“This would be perfect if Clarissa was here,” Jared said.

“Oh, really?” asked Carolina.

“Oh, please. She has two older brothers who live together in a one-bedroom apartment. No girl- or boyfriends, and those two have a joint checking account.”

“Oh, I see, I guess.”

“Clarissa is cool. I warned her not to tease Abel about his micropenis.”

“Oh, fuck no! Not you, too,” griped Abel.

“This is what happens when you go fishing for compliments,” retorted Val.

“So, you should bring her over, Jared.” Ted was interested, irritating Nan.

“Ted, don’t be so eager,” said Leah. “Nan wanted me to tell you about the wart on Clarissa’s nose, the misshapen hump on her back, her knock-knees, and her powerful body odor.”

“Either Clarissa is wealthy or Nan is extremely jealous. I’m going with option 2, so let’s see her.”

“Ted, if you enjoy sleeping indoors, you should remember how lucky you are with Nan. Don’t make a big deal over Clarissa, and you won’t be having a frost-filled night.”

“Damn right,” muttered Nan, giving Ted a look that would blister paint.

Jared left for his girlfriend’s place.

Peter caught Drew’s eye.

“I am happy to be wrong. Except for the last two minutes, over the past six months, all of us have remained the same happy couples. I guess your parents set a good example for you while they were alive.”

“They did, I think. I remember a few arguments, but no serious ones and none lasting over days. You and Carolina seem to be doing well.”

“Oh yeah, she’s wonderful.”

“I’m grateful to Sandra for taking Lorelei from him. He’s been so good for me; I feel ten years younger.”

“Have you met Clarissa?”

“Briefly. Between us, Nan might have a reason to be jealous. Clarissa could be a model; she is breathtaking. She’s tall and thin, gorgeous face, brown eyes, full lips, and fantastic black curly hair. Ted will struggle to pull his eyes away from her and remember Nan.”

A little while later, something extraordinary happened. Jared brought Clarissa to the backyard, and when he introduced her to Ted, he simply glanced up at her, said “Hello,” and resumed his conversation with Nan.

Fernanda watched this brief exchange with astonishment. Her instant review of Clarissa matched Carolina’s, she was beautiful. And Ted had, almost, ignored Clarissa in favor of Nan!

Urgently, she took his elbow and almost dragged him inside for a whole lot of kissing.

“They must be swimming by now, Ted. Would you like to join them?”

“Nah.”

“Even Clar...”

“You mean Jared’s girlfriend? Same answer.”

“Oh, if I didn’t have this thing in my arm, I’d be having your babies!”

“Don’t be silly. We’re too young. But we can always practice.”

Meanwhile, back at the pool, Clarissa was getting to know everyone. Val had taken Abel aside.

“I’m not like Nan, Abel; I’m just fine with you looking at Clarissa. I know she’s very beautiful. So, look all you want.”

Leah and Andrew had a similar conversation. Peter, being older, was able to speak with Clarissa and stay limp, mostly. Andrew’s only hope was to keep his line of sight elevated—from her neck up—which kept him controlled, but it was a near thing.

All in all, the evening was a complete success. Clarissa charmed everyone with her warm personality. Jared enjoyed hearing his girlfriend fit in with his crazy new family. After promising to “come back soon,” the two of them left together.

“Hello?”

Drew was answering the landline phone in the kitchen. Their big rented house was in an area with poor cellular reception, so they maintained a POTS line (Plain Old Telephone Service).

“Sure, Lorelei, hang-on ... PETER, it’s your ex!”

“Thanks, Drew. Hello, what’s up? Who? Oh, I see. No, I understand; you didn’t have a choice. I appreciate the warning. I’ll let you know. Thanks, bye.”

“JARED! CLARISSA!”

Leah walked into the kitchen.

“Peter, don’t shout. They’re just having a late-night swim.”

“Oh, shit! Clarissa’s parents are on their way here, and they will not be happy.”

“Oh, shit! GO!”

Peter tore across the living room and down the hall to the rear of the house, flinging open the screen door. He wasn’t at all surprised to see his son’s bare ass pounding up and down between Clarissa’s knees.

“STOP! Clarissa’s parents are coming. Coming HERE! Any minute now! Get inside and get dressed, for pity’s sake!”

Jared and Clarissa wrapped themselves in towels and ran inside to the third bathroom to quickly dress.

Peter and Andrew put their heads together, trying to come up with a plan for the drama they expected to begin almost immediately.

They only managed a few sentences before there were loud pounding on the front door.

Drew squared his shoulders and opened the door about a foot, exposing the angry faces of Davis Trent and his wife Pamela.

Drew looked him up and down and then grunted, “Yes?”

“I’m Clarissa Trent’s father, Davis. Where is she?”

“I believe she is here with Jared. Is she expecting you?”

“What? Expecting? We’re here to take her home!”

“Alright, I’ll speak to her. Please wait.”

Before they could react, Drew stepped back and shut the door firmly.

“We have about 15 seconds. Where are they?”

Jared and Clarissa appeared, escorted by Peter. They were disheveled and still soaking wet from going swimming just before they started screwing each other. Peter steered them to a spot behind the coffee table, just as Davis started pounding on the door again.

“Stop that, please. Would you like to come in?”

Wordlessly, the Trents pushed past Drew and rushed up to the coffee table.

“Why are you WET? What did you DO?” he asked angrily.

“It’s a nice evening, so we were enjoying the swimming pool,” answered Jared mildly.

“You exposed your body to this, this boy?”

“Of course not. I wore a bathing suit,” lied his daughter.

“In front of him? And who the heck are you?”

“I am Jared’s father, Peter North, and I am very displeased to meet you. So, what do you—”

Davis didn’t really feel like talking at the moment. He reached out a heavily muscled arm and grabbed at his daughter’s shoulder, attempting to forcibly pull her through (or over) the coffee table and across the room to the door.

In his agitation, Davis had not noticed that Drew had followed him across the room. Drew put Davis into a chokehold when Davis was just a few inches from grasping his daughter’s shoulder. Clarissa leaned back, just out of his reach.

She watched her father flail helplessly as Drew kept him immobilized, held by his neck. Drew took direct action, realizing that Jared would try (and fail) to shield Clarissa from her angry father.

It seemed like minutes went by while Drew maintained his grip on Davis. Pamela Trent raged and sputtered, while Jared and Clarissa comforted each other safely beyond Davis’s reach.

Peter briefly left the living room and then returned with a small box in his hand, which he revealed only to Drew. Resignedly, Drew released Davis and waited for the inevitable.

Davis felt his freedom for a moment, wound up, and crashed his fist into the side of Drew’s face, knocking him flat. Then he lunged at Jared and dealt a second wicked haymaker. At the same time that everyone heard the thudding impact on Jared’s face, Peter pushed the two electrodes of the taser into Davis’s midsection and gave him 50,000 regrets for what he had just done.

In the next 90 minutes, the three Trents had quieted down enough to arrive at a permanent misunderstanding. Which is to say, her parents agreed that Clarissa, at age 18.05 years, would no longer live with her parents or her brothers. Instead, she would be staying with Jared, Sandra, and Lorelei until they could find a to live during their university studies.

Davis Trent would escape prosecution for battering Drew and Jared only after Clarissa acquired full access to her college funds—inherited from her grandmother.

A couple of bored police officers arrived; after photographing Drew’s and Jared’s bruised faces they finished their report and left.

The morning after the confrontation with Clarissa’s parents, Jared was having breakfast with his girlfriend, his mother (Lorelei), and her wife (Sandra). The bruised side of his face was turning all kinds of painful-looking colors.

“Son, you really don’t look good; you should have Sandra look you over. I see you’re eating the scrambled eggs, but you aren’t touching the toast. Is that because your teeth hurt?”

He nodded.

“I’m not surprised. Sweetie, should I go to the pharmacy?”

“Yeah, exactly, I’ll prescribe just enough to get him through the next few nights without risking addiction. Clarissa, Lore’s going to pick up some clothes for you. You need to give her your sizes for just a couple of outfits to wear when you’re out. That’s temporary until we can go get the rest of your stuff from your parents’ house.”

“Lorelei, Sandra, I don’t know what to say. You’re being so nice, making room for me and all.”

“I hope you still think so after we talk about our household. This all traces back to Peter. You see, he was raised in a nudist family. Not long after we got married, he introduced me to that life. I quickly adapted to being naked all the time at home, including when Jared was growing up.

“After that, when I started living with Sandra, I convinced her to live naked with me as well. It turned out that she was, um, is just as attracted to me as Peter was. And, as you may know, he’s also got the older Baileys out nude in their pool.”

Clarissa looked uncomfortable. “I’m trying to get my mind around all of this. I know that the kids, the ones under 18, are always dressed, and nobody is naked around THEM.”

“Clarissa, I realize this is different from you upbringing, but there’s nothing for you to worry about with Jared. And both of you are adults, so there’s no issue.”

“It will be different when you’re here. I know, this is a lot. Take this card and write down your sizes for me. Good, thanks. Wait, what about your bra size?”

“I don’t wear them. Horrible things. If my shirt is scratchy, I just put band aids on my nipples.”

“Oh, I see we have a volunteer. I’ll buy a box of bandages for Jared to apply, as needed.”

Sandra instructed, “Jared, Clarissa, please take off your clothes and have him get in the big leather recliner in the living room. I’ll get my bag and meet you there in a minute.”

“I’ll be back soon, bye, everybody.” Lorelei grabbed her car keys and left.

When the doctor returned to the young couple, Clarissa was surprised not by Sandra’s nudity, but by her figure. Clothed, Sandra was unremarkable; a mid-40’s woman with perhaps 20 or 30 pounds more than an “ideal” weight.

Naked, she had normal D cup breasts that could have credibly passed for age 30 instead of her actual age of 44. But her ass was exceptionally large and firm. Below that, her thighs were massive yet also smooth and muscular.