Chapter 5: Baxters

Phil lay on a lounger by the pool and tried to ignore the raised voices that were coming from the sun room. That’s what they called the sparsely furnished room at the back of the house with glass doors out onto the pool area. The pool wasn’t massive or anything, just about tennis court sized. It was definitely the best thing about the house though, in Phil’s opinion. Phil’s opinion was that a bikini was the most she ever wanted to wear and nothing at all would be preferable. If that meant someone who saw her wanted to fuck her, well they only had to ask, she’d probably say yes. That was a pretty fucking radical opinion for a virgin teenager but Phil stuck to her opinions. Her determination to be an uber-slut wasn’t assisted by also being skinny, short haired and having small tits. Slutting was all fine in Phil’s opinion but being girly was not for her. Unfortunately most teenage boys wanted girly girls and cheerleaders with massive breasts. Her brother didn’t help by being so nice and popular and handsome and a mummy’s boy to top it off. Phil wasn’t selfish though, she understood that her mother’s situation was much worse than her own. Gwen wasn’t getting enough cock and Phil could sympathise with that even though she’d never got any, especially as she’d never got any. Damn it why did her thoughts always run to how much she wanted fucking. Soon Dad would be back from a two week marketing tour, then there’d be more shouting and maybe Mum would get some cock at last and calm down. The raised voices from the sun room had gone quiet. The sun had gone behind the neighbours trees. Phil trotted over to the sun room doors. The glass was covered with a silvery plastic reflective film. It was supposed to stop the room getting too hot but it just meant you couldn’t see out to the pool with the doors closed and it looked scruffy when it peeled up at the corners. Her hand was almost on the handle when she heard sounds from inside that stopped her. Phil hesitated and then stepped quietly to the side. On the concrete paving there was a rusty old wing mirror from some ancient vehicle that for some reason was used as a door stop when the sun room door at that end was open. She sat against the house wall in a patch of steady sun and fiddled with the scratched and decaying heavy old reflector. If she set it on the ground just right she could lean against the wall and the image in the reflector would be looking up through the very bottom corner of the door at the end where four inches of the silver plastic had peeled and curled away. With the reflector designed to be slightly magnifying she could get a, scratched, off tone, fish eye, view of almost the entire room but only if she didn’t move even a tiny bit. It was a testament to how many hours she’d spent kicking around in this yard that Phil had ever found the trick. When she got it just right she put a hand over her mouth, moved closer to the reflector, cursed under her breath as the image disappeared and sat back where she could see her brother’s naked behind humping slowly and steadily. Phil’s breath caught as Dan changed position. He was actually doing it. He was fucking Mum. They’d been at it a while and must have gone one round already as they didn’t seem in any hurry. Mum wasn’t even naked at this point. She got up and stripped off her blouse and bra that were all crooked anyway. She lay back, naked now, legs and arms wide and invited Dan into her embrace. From her low angle Phil could now see her brother’s cock sliding in and out of her Mother’s large, dark pink, pussy. Phil’s bikini top had been discarded almost immediately and her right hand was stuffed into the bottoms so hard now they were barely clinging on. The sun was warm, the air in this corner still and she’d probably have been asleep if she hadn’t been trying so hard to come silently while deep fingering herself. Utterly engrossed in what she was seeing in the reflector and the digits in her vagina that matched Dan’s pace with their thrusts, Phil never heard the car pull up. She didn’t even hear the gate as she was going for her third orgasm and Dan and Mum were beginning to be audible as they went for their second. Then her father was standing in front of her. What was a girl to do?

You never know how you’ll react in a crisis until it happens, so they say. When there’s no time to think, only to act. It was only five crawling knee steps forward on the hard slab. Phil didn’t even feel it. Her fathers hand’s were full of cases and clothes from his trip, he never stood a chance. He was still trying to say something that was only coming out as a strangled noise when his naked teenage daughter reached arms length away and by the time he’d dropped a jacket, he couldn’t afford to ruin, and realised he should have dropped the heavy case instead, his zipper was down, she had a firm hold on his belt with her right hand and her face was pressed to his groin. Geoff Baxter looked down in horror at the back of his daughters head as she sucked his cock into her mouth like a human vacuum cleaner. Geoff was a slow down and think in a crisis kind of guy. Not one to act rashly like his little Phil.

Pulling back only dragged her knees on the slab. He carefully put down the case and dropped the second jacket over it, straightened up and tried to calmly ... Oh fuck, it was too late. His hips had already started responding on their own. She wasn’t bobbing anymore, that was him thrusting. The ambush blow job was a favourite tactic of Veronica and that was the thought that sealed his fate. The thought of his sort-of mistress, his boss’s wife, Veronica. Always glamourous but always proper in public. A monster of just this sort of depravity in private. A minute later, he came, loosing it in Phil’s insistent mouth. When he could see straight again, there she was, naked as the day she was born, saying

“Welcome home daddy,” and zipping him up.

“We’ll talk about this later,” was all he could manage but his face was a storm cloud as he grabbed his stuff and stomped into the house. Phil nearly ran after him, remembered she was naked and went back for the bikini. She had to find Dan before either Mum or Dad did or said anything stupid. Moments later she burst into Dan’s room panting, her bikini bottoms no longer really doing their job of hiding her pussy. There he was, calm as you like, lying on his bed with his old school headphones on. He looked over and picked up on her anxiety and her dis-arranged bikini. She closed the door and tried to make him understand. It took three goes to say it in a way that made sense.

“Dad just nearly caught you and Mum fucking. I stopped him by jumping him and sucking him off.”

Dan smiled. He wasn’t taking her seriously.

“I’m deadly fucking serious. Dad’s going to get himself worked up, slowly like he does, and call a family meeting. Then it’s all coming out anyway.”

Dan nodded.

“You just sucked Dad off in the back yard?”

“Yes. What are you, slow. Do I have to do you as well to get you to take me seriously?”

Phil pulled the bikini bottoms off. They weren’t working and they’d got grit in from the yard that was really annoying her. It seemed to be sufficient to get through to Dan at last, which just confirmed Phil’s opinion that everyone would get on much better if clothes were the exception and not the rule.

Dan stood up and paced. That was a start at least.

“You need to tell Mum and she needs to pre-empt Dad’s meeting with one of her own.”

“Tell her what exactly?”

“That Dad just fucked my face and came in my mouth of course.”

“And that will make things better?”

“Yes. No. In the end yes. The point is we’re all equally guilty now, so we can get past the finger pointing and the blame and maybe get to the real issues.”

“OK. That actually sounds like it might work. If everyone sees it that way. We’re all a bunch of horny perverts and sex starved sluts. Accept it and move on to what do we do about it.”

When Dan got his head around stuff, he was brilliant. Phil would have kissed him but she was nearly naked and he was a horny pervert and her brother and they didn’t have time or she would have ignored all that.

“You need to go into hiding and get some clothes on. I need to talk to Mum.”

It wasn’t easy to hide in a small family home but somehow both women managed to make themselves scarce. Dan caught up with Gwen in the bathroom.

“What are you doing! I’m busy peeing. I know what we just did changes things but you can’t just burst in on me in the bathroom.”

“Shh,” Dan said, with a finger over his mouth. taking no notice of her angry hoarse whispering.

“Listen. We got caught, Dad will find out within the hour, we’re fucked but there’s a way we may not be totally fucked.”

Gwen sat on the toilet, her panties round her ankles, and listened. It wasn’t like she had a choice.

“Dad is also fucked. He just got caught as well.”

“With Veronica you mean?”

“No. Dan looked at the floor. He was out by the pool just after we did what we did fucking Phil’s face and coming in her mouth.”

“He what!” Gwen nearly exploded off the toilet but the panties around her ankles kept her in place.

“We’re all equally guilty, today at least. There’s Veronica of course and we need to sort that out but first we need to get past that we’re all a bunch of horny sluts.”

You need to say it and Dad needs to agree and then maybe we don’t all end up on the street.

Gwen sighed, lowered her head with its mane of dirty blonde hair and let go of her pee. She couldn’t hold it any more and what did it matter anyway. Half an hour ago he had been inside her and sixteen years before that as well. They really were all perverted horny fuckers. It was the truth. Would it be enough?

“Ok. Get out of here and let me pee in peace. Be in the kitchen in half an hour. I need to go and make sure Phil is all right first.”

Dan headed for the door but stopped and said.

“I wouldn’t do that. She was fine when I saw her, just angry and naked. Remember she doesn’t know about Veronica. She doesn’t understand why you cut Dad off. She might take his side.”

Before Gwen could argue that she had never cut Geoff off, despite his long running affair, Dan had gone. She really hadn’t, she told herself. Things had just got more and more difficult.

Half an hour later Gwen and Phil were in the kitchen circling and looking sideways at one another like two cats spoiling for a fight. Dan came in and looked daggers at Phil.

“I’ll get Dad. Sit down and let Mum run things.”

Dan stepped out of the front door, rang the bell, stepped back in and quietly closed it. Answering the front door was Dad’s job. It was engrained and he couldn’t resist. Dan had seen it for years. He scampered back to the kitchen and took a seat. Seconds later Geoff came clattering down the stairs, opened the front door, found no one, and stormed into the kitchen to find out who he had missed.

“Sit down dear. We need to talk.”

The ambush had worked.

“We’ve screwed up. We’ve all screwed up badly and if we don’t do something we’re about to wreck the boat”

Gwen was on message and Dan saw no disagreement in the room.

“But I’ve screwed up beyond all screw ups. My husband is fucking his boss’s wife. My son is fucking his boss’s wife. My daughter’s primary ambition in life is to be a whore and now my wayward husband is letting her practice on him”

Phil had her hand raised. Gwen looked up at her with tears in her eyes.

“A slut not a whore. I’m not charging anyone.”

Geoff’s mouth was open but fortunately he did not yet have words.

Gwen sighed. “I think you make my point darling”. She continued “So my solution to all this debauchery and running around behind my back is to say fuck it, I’ll take what I can get, even if it’s from my own Son.”

Gwen was weeping.

Dan made ‘move now’ hand motions to Phil who eventually sprang up and ran and put her arms around Gwen. He could hardly do that given the circumstances now could he.

He looked at Geoff who was still struggling to find anything to say.

“The problem is we’re all a bunch of horny perverts and sluts. We have to accept it and work out what we do about it.”

“Exactly son. That was exactly where I was going.” Geoff had found his voice as he always did eventually. “We all need to have some acceptance of who we are. Believe it or not I never wanted to start an affair with Veronica. Her husband is a twisted bastard. He pushed us together to side-line her for his hookers and bad habits. Then he set my pay based on how happy she was with me, which is why I’ve barely had a rise in eight years. What he has never understood is that his trophy wife is in fact a firecracker with a sexual appetite that would have Phil put her on a pedestal. Kinky too, in a glamourous kind of way. For years I did only what I had to, to keep my job. V thought I was the most boring lover on Earth but we got to know one another and became friends and partners for real. We really are screwed, aren’t we.”

“How long have you known about Veronica?” Phil asked Gwen

“Oh for years. Maybe three years for sure and I suspected for a while before that.”

“And yet you didn’t do anything or say anything?”

Dan wondered why Phil was digging this hole.

Gwen shook her head.

“So Dad having Veronica is not the real problem.”

Phil said

“And apparently you’re working for Mike Green and fucking his wife?”

Phil directed at him.

“Well it’s more working with him except last Saturday when we did some work for the Power’s and Jules did fuck me like she promised and Marissa in the shower afterwards.”

“You fucked Marissa Power?” Gwen blurted out “The mystery lady, sex goddess who apparently wanders the neighbourhood naked with impunity?”

Dan looked down at his shoes and nodded

The problem was Gwen couldn’t keep how impressed she was out of her voice.

“Sounds like you came top of the ballot son”

Geoff slapped him on the back.

“Yeah. Even I’m impressed” said Phil

“but it proves the point. We’re a bunch of sluts who congratulate one another on scoring Marissa Power. The sex isn’t the problem and we should stop worrying about it. The only real problem around here has been the lack of sex. Mum hasn’t been getting enough because of the Veronica thing coming between you. I haven’t been getting any and it leads me to do wild things like suck off my own Dad. That was ace by the way Dad. You taste good. It sounds like even Dan who is apparently some kind of irresistible super stud, isn’t getting enough because despite Jules and Marissa he’s still horny enough to go two rounds with Mum and an hour later he’s hard again. I for one am not going to put up with this anymore.”

Phil was half way across the room to him before Dan realised what she was doing. Half her clothes were already on the floor when she reached him, grabbed him by his cock, which if it wasn’t hard before, certainly was now, and dragged him out of the room.

“Just go with it.” she mouthed to him and hassled him up the stairs and into their parents bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Dan asked.

“Improvising”,

Phil said, pacing.

“Take your clothes off and be ready to fuck me at a moment’s notice.”

“Clothes!”

She whisper shouted at him when he didn’t respond. Then she went to the door and listened. Opened it, listened and crept towards the top of the stairs.

“Where did we go wrong?”

Gwen asked rhetorically.

“When I decided to keep my job and accept Mike’s terms without consulting you. When you found out about Veronica but didn’t say anything.”

“No. I meant with the kids. Geoff. I’ve been over Veronica for years. She’s good for you and you should give her all the dirty shagging she wants. There was only ever one condition. That you give me all the dirty shagging I want as well or you let me get it elsewhere.”