Chapter 34: Jane

The two girls were good for most of the rest of the day. Only a few times did I have to bend one of the two girls over for a spanking. Helen always seemed to be getting off on my hand, striking her ass and changing its color. Cheryl wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as Helen. However, by the end of the day, she seemed more receptive to the idea of spanking being a form of sexual foreplay. The two girls again at the end of the day were covered in smudges of dirt and bug bites from working in the woods and out in the yard. For a second time and as many days, I turned the hose on the two girls, spraying them down in their bikinis. Their hard nipples poked through bikini top fabric as giant goosebumps, on bodies covered in goosebumps.

Dorothy’s car set off the alert long before the car was visible. At the same time, the two girls had just finished being hosed down. They were in the house before Dorothy’s car was parked in front of the front porch. I had expected to see Dorothy with the hopes of maybe grabbing a quick fuck or a blowjob. The person getting out of the car looks eerily similar. Yet she was 16 years Dorothy’s junior. Jane popped out of the car and saw me with the hose sprayer in my hand and said, “Are you going to wash the car for me now? Or are you planning on having a wet T-shirt contest sometime soon? I’m in if you are.”

I shook my head and simply said, “No.” Then added, “The girls got a little dirty working in the yard.”

Jane, being a little catty, said, “Well, those two definitely won’t win any wet t-shirt contests. That’s for sure.”

I told Jane, “I always think the wrong person wins those contests anyway. Big tits aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”

Jane didn’t quite know how to take my comment. But smiled after doing a quick check of her own breast size. Hers were like her mom’s, just about the perfect softball size and bigger than her sister’s lemons. She changed the subject away from tits and their sizes. Unsure if she was gaining any ground with me after disparaging her sister’s breast size, she said. “So why were the girls out working in the yard? What is in it for them? Or what’d they do?”

“That’s for them to tell you, not for me. But suffice it to say, they really don’t have much of a choice.” I answered.

“Ooo, that sounds bad. Anyway, Mom said that I had to go stay with Beth tonight. Or ask you if I can stay here. But not as a guest, just as a family member. Not that I understand what that means. Oh, and I’m to do what I’m told. So can I stay?”

I understood perfectly what it meant and wondered why Dorothy was once again offering up her daughter. I figured that was a discussion she and I would have some other time. Hopefully ending in a blowjob or a fuck. Now I wanted to know why Jane preferred my rules to Beth’s house. “So what’s going on at Beth’s that you’re not going there? I thought she was your best friend.”

“Oh, she is, but her boyfriend, Rod, is always trying to fix me up with Drake. And I don’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s a bit of an ass. He thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Plus, all the girls that have gone out with him have all said he actually has a really small penis.”

I looked at her questioningly and said, “Why would you care about his penis size? You weren’t planning on sleeping with him, were you?”

Jane looked at me like I had lost my last marble. “No, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him. But he always plans on sleeping with whoever he goes out with. Every time he tries to pressure his date into at least giving him a blowjob. If they won’t sleep with him. And I don’t feel like dealing with it.”

“Well, I can see why you don’t want to stay with Beth. If she’s trying to fix you up with ... well, a guy that sounds like a real loser.” Then I said, “You don’t have to answer, but what’s going on at home that your mom said that you need to say somewhere else?”

Jane looked at me like she didn’t have a clue and said as much. “I don’t know. She just said that she and Dad needed tonight alone for a serious discussion. And no kids were allowed. Oh, I’m also supposed to make sure that it’s okay for Helen to stay here one more night. But Mom didn’t give me any clothes for her to wear tomorrow. I guess she’ll wear whatever she had on today.”

“Yes, that was the plan all along. That this evening she would’ve gone home. And she’d come back in the morning. There is more work to do in the yard,” I said as a way of an explanation for the lack of clothes.

“Damn, she must be in real trouble if she’s gotta come back over here again tomorrow,” Jane said.

“I’m not going to say what kind of trouble she’s in or even if she’s in trouble. But the idea was that she would be back here again tomorrow to work in the yard; after all, she does spend a large portion of her time here.” I stated not denying Helen was in the dog house.

“Yeah, I noticed. Lucky her.” There was a slight bit of jealousy in the statement.

“Well, I guess you can say. But as your mom said, all rules are final. And despite being an adult, I expect you to do what is asked.” I said relaying expectations.

“OK,” she seemed fine with the arrangement.

“As you can see, we haven’t had dinner yet. Have you eaten?” She shook her head no. “Well, come on,” I said, waving her to the door. She went inside where the two younger girls were. Each of them was wrapped in a towel so as not to drip on the floor. They were waiting for me to come in and direct them to the shower.

Jane came in with me and saw the two girls sitting at the table not saying a word to each other. She looked at me strangely, like what was going on. Yet she didn’t ask.

I looked at Helen and said, “Hell, go ahead and get your shower. While you’re in there, Cheryl and I can start making dinner for us. I guess Jane’s going to help also.”

Jane looked at me again like I lost my last marble and said, “I’m going to help?”

I said to her. “Did your mother not say that you’re to do what you’re told? That you’re not a guest. And did you not agree to it not ten seconds ago?”

“Yeah, that’s what she said. But I didn’t know my agreeing meant that I’d have to work around here.” Jane sounded surprised at my statement.

I informed her, “You want to eat. You got to do a little work. That’s the way it works around here.”

“Damn Helen does that kind of stuff while she’s here?” again Jane sounded surprised.

“Yes, she does,” I replied calmly. “She does her work around here just like Cheryl. Just like me. It makes for an orderly house. And if she doesn’t, she knows there’s a door right behind you that she’s welcome to walk out or in at any time. Just like you are welcome to do the same or go elsewhere if you so choose.”

Jane’s look said she wasn’t so sure that Beth wasn’t a better bet. But she stayed and said, “Well, what would you like me to do?”

“Cheryl can cut up some vegetables. I guess you can peel some potatoes. And we’ll have french fries with burgers tonight.” I turned to the refrigerator and got out some hamburger.

Jane said, “Okay, where is the peeler?”

I turned to Cheryl and asked, “I’ll get her the potatoes. Will you get her the peeler?”

Cheryl smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll do that. They’re right over here.” She reached for the drawer that held the potato peeler. She handed the device to Jane. I got five potatoes out for her to peel and handed them to her as well. At first, she just looked at the brown tubers. Cheryl teased, “You do know how to use that high-tech kitchen utensil?”

Jane stuck her tongue out before saying, “Bite me.” After which she began running the sharp edge over the potatoes, stripping fine slivers from the oblong, starchy tubar. Jane missed Cheryl’s tongue parting her lips as she licked them, clearly debating more than just biting Jane.

About five minutes later, Jane was on the third one, and I had the hamburgers pattied out. I turned to Cheryl, who was making a salad, “Will you get me the frying pan? I’m not in the mood to go start the grill.”

For a second time, Cheryl twisted in a funny way as she reached down for the cast iron frying pan. The towel wrapped around her breast, which hung down to her thighs, slipped. It fell to the floor at her body’s extension, lifting the heavy pan.

Jane’s eyes widened and bugged out a little. She ogled the lithe taut body that Cheryl possessed. Evidently, while staying with Helen, Jane hadn’t taken much notice. Now, her brown eyes traveled up and down Cheryl’s body, taking in her small tits and perfectly round ass as she said, “Damn, look at that.”

The fleeting look of lust in Jane’s eyes passed quickly. She asked, “Cheryl, what is it you’re wearing? It’s like two square inches from being nude.”

Cheryl responded flatly, “It’s one of the bikinis Helen and I bought.”

“You mean, John, let you buy that. And wear it, walking around in front of people? God, my parents would never let me do that. And you said Helen has one too?”

“Yeah, in fact, we’ve got to wear them all week.” Cheryl sounded resigned to her fate.

“He didn’t make you return it immediately?” Jane was incredulous.

“No, he just found out about them two days ago. And we can’t return them. That’s why we have to wear them all week. We have to have only them on while we do yard work. I swear the bugs are eating us alive.”

I could see the wheels turning and Jane’s head as she thought lucky bugs. “So that’s what you and Helen are in trouble for?”

“Yeah, that’s what we’re in trouble for. Your mom saw them and just about flipped.” Cheryl answered.

“It’s a good thing Dad didn’t see them. He would have definitely flipped,” Jane informed Cheryl.

“Well. Now Helen and I have to wear them all week.” She huffed, “All week while we work out in the yard. It’s our way of paying John back for spending his money on them without his permission.” Cheryl added while I kept my back to the conversation, smiling broadly.

“That’s harsh,” Jane said, commiserating with Cheryl.

“He’s reminded us not to do the crime unless we are willing to do the time. I won’t be doing this crime again. That is for damn sure.” Cheryl stated unequivocally.

Helen was walking out of the shower and heard the last part of the conversation. She had taken a quick shower, not using much of the hot water. Trying to not only be courteous but also to avoid the hot water being shut off. Having caught the last part of the conversation, she joined the conversation by saying, “No, harsh is not doing what you’re told after you’re already in trouble.”

Helen was already in her preferred nightclothes, my oversized sweatshirt. She finished the salads for Cheryl while she left to get her shower. Finished putting the leafy salad into bowls Jane asked, “Do you have coffee around here I can make? I desperately need a cup. All day, today, Mom was a Nazi when it came to coffee. She said it made her sick to her stomach. And not just drinking it but just the smell of it. Which is really weird considering she drank it all the time. And it meant I couldn’t make any for myself.”

Helen responded, “Sure, it is up here.” She got onto her toes and reached up, hiking the sweatshirt up just enough to flash Jane. Jane saw the bottom of Helen’s pussy lips were uncovered and bald.

For a second time, Jane looked shocked. She began grilling her little sister, “You’re not wearing any panties?”

Helen answered, “No, I’m not. Why?”

Jane ignored the question, pursuing her own line of questions, “Do you always run around here in a shirt and no bra or panties?”

Helen replied, ‘No, today would be the first time. It’s no big deal.”

Jane was incensed over the answer. “No big deal! What happens if John sees under your sweatshirt? I’ll tell you what happens. You’ll be flashing him your hairless vagina. By the way, why is it hairless? When did you start shaving it?”

Helen was just as incensed over the third degree. “I’m not a baby. And how long I’ve been shaving isn’t any of your business. Before you ask, I just like the way it feels. And I did it before we ever wore the bikinis, but it does help with those. I would’ve shaved anyway after we bought them, or almost any bikini. And we don’t go around flashing John. I know you would! But Cheryl and I are careful not to flash him our panties.”

Jane snarkily said, “You don’t have any panties to flash him. Do you?”

Helen unapologetically said, “Nope, no panties. So that’d be correct.”

Jane just shook her head and said, “Getting older, hell. What happened to you? To make you get this way?”

Helen replied, “I guess I’ve always been this way. I was just afraid of what people would say. Well, I don’t care anymore, and I’ll pay the consequences.”

Listening to the two, I thought, yeah, she’ll pay the consequences and enjoy every second of it.

Cheryl came into the kitchen as the argument ended, but the glares on faces were still present. She was wearing similar attire to Helen. She had on the same sweatshirt she had worn the night before. “So what’d I miss?”

Helen replied sarcastically, “Something new and different. My sister doesn’t approve of me.”

“What’s not to approve of? Everyone wants their sister flashing their bald pussy at them. Even more so when there’s a guy standing right next to her.” Jane was just as sarcastic.

Helen, still fighting with her sister, said, “What are you just jealous? That you didn’t get to do it first. You know you still can. I didn’t flash John. Evidently, I flashed you. And it’s not that John even cares.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t care. It’s just that I couldn’t let Helen know I did. But how could a guy not enjoy having a bald teen pussy flashed at him every now and then?

Cheryl jumped into the mix, saying, “You know Jane, you can always go get one of these for yourself. The sweatshirt is a lot more comfortable. And if you leave off your panties you can be like one of us. But I’m pretty sure it’d come a whole lot higher on you than it does on us. I bet it will come to about here.” Cheryl swiped across the back of Jane’s thigh at the crease of her ass.

Helen decided to help Cheryl and said, “Yeah, and if you leave off your panties later when we play twister, it’s a whole lot easier to be eaten.”

Jane burst out flabbergasted at Helen’s comment, “Helen Ann, where in the world ... What in the world had you say that?”

Helen and Cheryl just laughed at Jane and her scandalized look at what Helen had said. Not wanting it to turn into a raunchy discussion of who does what to whom and who doesn’t. I said, “Girls, enough.”

Jane said, “Yeah, Helen.”

In a low, harsh tone, I said, “That includes you, Jane.”
She looked at me in surprise. Clearly, she wasn’t ready for my correcting her, but still, she said, “Yes, sir,” with her own harsh tone and steely look.

Throughout dinner, the two girls chatted away, using Jane as an excuse for talking to each other. They talked of what they would do the next year when they were juniors. And what their classes would be.

Jane was happy to talk with the two, showing her wisdom. She knew what teachers they would likely have. And her knowledge of what each teacher would be like. They didn’t, again, bring up flashing or twister. I was happy they hadn’t forced the issue and had to be physically corrected.

After dinner, we sat around watching some TV. The two younger women were sitting on either side of me with their legs crossed. But the sweatshirts pulled down over their knees, making a teepee with the sweatshirts’ fabric.

After a while, Jane said, “Those two look comfortable, and I hadn’t planned on being over here. I’d initially planned on just staying out all night. So I didn’t bring my usual sleep attire for tonight. So would you mind if I got a shower and borrowed one of those big sweatshirts?”

I figured Jane would shower put the sweatshirt on, and maybe steal a pair of my boxers as well. I said to her, “Sure, feel free to use any clothes that you might find in there.

She stood up and said, “Thanks.”

Before she was out of the room, Helen again felt the need to tweak her sister. She did so by saying, “Good, then we can get to the strip poker. But Mr. Wick, you’ll need to be in only your underwear first. That way we all only have one thing on.”

I turned to look at the sassy teen sitting next to me. “Helen, you just have to stir the pot, don’t you? You know what that’s going to get you? If you do it again?”

There was almost a twinkle in her eye, and she said a drawn-out, “Yes.” Jane was still staring in disbelief at her sister when she answered. Her face’s expression changed to one of not fully comprehending why Helen looked so happy. She obviously knew what would happen if she kept teasing her, though Jane did not. She shook her head and kept walking to the master. She got to my bedroom with its lack of a door. “There’s no door here.” She then looked through the room at the master bath and said, “And there’s no door on the bathroom either. What’s up with that?”

Cheryl answered the question for me. “For the longest time, I slept out on the couch and could hear John’s breathing while he slept. It always made me feel so safe. But when I got my own bedroom, I couldn’t. So as a compromise, he let me remove the doors to the bedrooms. So I could still hear him at night.” I noticed she didn’t specify why we needed a compromise in the first place. I was thrilled she hadn’t.

“Okay, that explains the bedrooms. It’s kind of weird, but it’s like whatever. So, what’s with the bathroom?” Jane questioned.

“Oh, that. I just got a little carried away and haven’t ever bothered to replace it. Usually, it’s just the two or three of us here. Those times when it’s we three, we know when we shouldn’t look or go into the bathroom.” Cheryl explained.

Jane again shook her head, saying, “Whatever.” She went to the bathroom and came right back out. “The shower curtain is clear. How am I supposed to get undressed and get a shower if you guys can see me?”

Helen answered her sister, “Nobody will care about seeing your bony butt. So you just stripped down and get in the shower. We’re not going to look. It’s not like you have something we haven’t seen or some of us have ourselves.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t seen mine,” Jane argued.

“We won’t look. We promise. It won’t interest us, and John is too much of a gentleman to look.” Cheryl stated.

I could almost see the disappointment on Jane’s face. When Cheryl said I was too much of a gentleman to look. It wasn’t that I was too much of a gentleman to look. No, it was self-interest that kept me from it with the younger girls. But it didn’t mean it didn’t take all I had to maintain that level of courtesy with the older sister. Since looking usually leads to touching, and that would get complicated with the other girls there. Which meant I could’ve just worked my way out of a great fuck.

I also added to Cheryl’s statement by saying, “Don’t worry, these two will keep me honest.” I joked.

Helen was itching for a spanking, so she added, “If you want to see a bony butt, look there.” She pointed in the direction of her sister. “But if you want to see a cute tushy, I’m sure Cheryl and I can flash you two.”

After a couple seconds, I did a quick look over to make sure Jane had already started undressing. If she was in some stage of undress, she wouldn’t be coming out in the near future. I saw her shirt hit the bedspread where she threw it before I told Helen plainly, “Over the knees.”

I don’t think I’ve seen Helen quite that happy ever before. She scurried up and lay in my lap. She raised the sweatshirt over her buns, of her own volition. Leaving her mooning me. The girl’s cute butt still had remnants of bug bites on it. Before I raised my hand, I heard Cheryl mumble, “Girlfriend, you are too twisted.”

With my hand poised to come down on Helen’s sweet, rounded flesh, I said, “I told you to cut it out. But you felt the need to make a comment just one more time.”

Helen acted her part in the Kabuki theater. The contrite performance was masterful, saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think that included just teasing her.” More quietly, almost at a whisper, she said, “Please don’t spank me.”

The slap on her cute little ass had more bark than bite to it. I had cupped my hand to the curvature of her firm butt, making the slap echo in the house. Helen let out a quick wail of “Oww” and had the tears start. Then she parted her legs more, such that I could smackdown on her pussy lips with the next blow. That blow didn’t come. It would’ve done nothing but excite the girl and make it more likely for her to disobey me in the future. Especially if she got her longed-for stinging on her cunt lips.

I pulled her sweatshirt back over her ass and sat her back down next to me. Only to hear Cheryl coming back from the kitchen say, “Weirdo.”

We heard the shower turn off. Shortly after it went off, Jane appeared back in my doorway. She had found one of my long sweatshirts that was emblazoned with ‘ARMY’ across the chest. She hadn’t put on a pair of my boxers. I had expected her to wear a pair, yet none were covering her thighs below the sweatshirt’s hem. I was doing my best not to stare at the hem of the sweatshirt that barely covered the crease of her buttocks. But she did have some very sexy legs and a cute, not at all bony butt.

Jane took small steps and tugged on the hem of the sweatshirt while looking thoroughly embarrassed. Her actions told me she had also skipped her own panties. She took lots of small steps getting over to the chair, where her mom had sat the first time she had flashed me. While she looked much like her mother, her actions were completely different. She did a good job hiding her privates by pulling on the sweatshirt. Where her mom had parted her legs wide to give me a view of the pussy I had enjoyed earlier that morning and all the previous weekend.

Helen still had the remnants of her crocodile tears when she asked, “Cheryl and I were going to watch this video I got from Lisa, one of our classmates. It’s a bit of a bootlegged Spanish film, but they dubbed it into English. But we never got around to it. Cheryl, you know the one.” I could see Cheryl’s eyes get big and her head start to shake no with tiny shakes. She had a desperate look on her face. Helen ignored all of Cheryl’s silent pleading not to continue. “Do you think we could watch it?”
I knew most foreign bootlegged films were not appropriate for teens their age. It was likely something her mom and dad would never approve of. Well, at least her dad, I wasn’t so sure about Dorothy. Still, I said, “I guess so what is it called?”

Helen tried obfuscating the movie by saying, “La Muchacha De Las Bragas De Oro.” She assumed I didn’t know Spanish.

“So it is titled ‘The Girl with the Golden Panties’?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

Jane, being snarky, said, “Sounds educational. Too bad you don’t seem to ever wear them.”