The Blender
Copyright© 2024 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 48: Confrontation
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 48: Confrontation - [NOTE: NEW EDITION AVAILABLE, SEE "THE BLENDER (REVISED) 2025.] An unusual family with three brothers and three sisters from 9 to 17 years old. Circumstances force the oldest two, step-siblings, both 17, male and female, to share a bed. Proximity fuse has been lit! At least the younger four (2 boys, 2 girls) are in separate bedrooms. First kisses. First times. There's trouble before the middle sister's Sweet 16 party, and worse trouble after.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Teen Siren Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Nudism
“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 having a little twilight swim.”
“Oh, shit! Clarissa’s parents are on their way here, and they are not going to 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 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 Lane Trent and his wife Lisa.
Drew looked him up and down and then grunted, “Yes?”
“I’m Clarissa Trent’s father, Lane. 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 Lane 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.
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