Chapter 3: Just Fooling Around the House

When we were done and had caught our breath, Kristen turned to me and grinned. The air was thick with the smell of our wet pussies and it was tempting to just tell her to shut up and get down to lick her pussy for the next hour or so!

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” she exclaimed, as if she had just struck gold or something. If there was one thing I learned long ago, when Kristen prefaced something with “I’ve got an idea”, you can bet something wild is about to be happen.

“One of the guys I dated last week has an older brother ... interested?” she teased me. I knew what she was referring to. Undoubtedly she would take the younger brother and then I would get the older one. The only question - what were their ages? Older and younger were very relative terms in Kristen’s dictionary. “Sounds like fun. And just how old are these guys?” I asked.

“Well ... Tony, the guy I’ve been dating on and off the past couple of years, just turned seventeen last month. I think his brother Terry is at last eighteen, maybe even nineteen.”

No wonder she wanted me to have the older one. Anyone that could be pushing twenty was ancient in Kristen’s mind and even eighteen tended to offend her sensibilities when it came to who she wanted to date.

“Sure he’s not getting too old for ya?” I teased her.

“Oh Kelly, give me a break,” she huffed, “Not everybody wants someone on Social Security to fuck her you know.”

Knowing from bitter past experience that she was just hoping for an argument, I just ignored her comment,. Kristen really didn’t like guys I sometimes dated. Oh well, her loss as far as I was concerned.

“And just when is your little tryst supposed to occur?”

“What time is it?” Kristen asked, looking around for a clock.

“Right there computer girl,” I said, pointing to the bottom corner of my computer screen for what have been the umpteenth time over the years when she would ask that question.

“Oh yeah,” she said sheepishly. Then she thought about it for a minute (Kristen isn’t exactly a Rhode’s scholar, especially when it comes to math).

“How about three hours from now?” she said with a perfectly straight face. Hmmm, maybe she wasn’t so dumb after all judging from the way she had just set me up.

“Well, it WAS going to be at my house but seeing how we’re here already and you DO have that wonderful hot tub down there, so why not do it here?”

“But everyone’s here,” I reminded her. It WAS a Sunday afternoon so my parents were home and her mom was here as well.

“You know my mom won’t care,” she snickered, “and I doubt yours would either. Who knows, maybe they’ll want in too! Then there’s always your dad...”

“Kristen!” I admonished her, knowing what she was implying. “You know my mom can’t do THAT. Besides all that, you know my dad’ he would never do us in front of a couple of our boyfriends.”

“I know, I know,” she said, waving her hand at me like she was trying to drive off an annoying insect or something. “But still, it’s fun to think about, don’t you agree?”

She didn’t wait for a response but rather went back to discussing the logistics of her plans for the evening.

“We can still do it here, the guys don’t have to know our parents are around.”

It HAD been quite a while since I had last brought a guy home for sex and let my dad spy on us. Who knows, maybe even my mom would want to see her daughter in action as well. If I remembered correctly, the last time the two of them watched me being fucked they disappeared in their bedroom and didn’t come out for hours!

Finally I agreed and Kristen was grinning from ear to ear as she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and called the boys to give them her change in plans. I only heard her side of the conversation but from the sound of it, there wasn’t any objection from the other end. Now it was up to me to inform my parents. Maybe it would have been better to ask them FIRST but I didn’t think they would object; at least, I knew my father certainly wouldn’t!

I quickly grabbed my shorts and pulled them back on before heading downstairs. Our moms were seated at the kitchen table, talking about something or another. I started to explain to them what we were planning when I noticed my aunt looking behind me. I turned and there was Kristen coming in the kitchen except that unlike me, she hadn’t bothered putting on her shorts!

“That a new style dear?” my aunt teased her daughter.

Kristen paused and the three of us looked at her as she looked confused at first. Then she realized where we were looking and I honestly think she had forgotten all about her shorts until then. It didn’t surprise me. In my family nudity was something we didn’t make an effort to necessarily hide but we didn’t flaunt it either and running around nude without a good reason was considered inappropriate. However, Kristen and her mom were often nude around their house although normally when they were over at our house they tried to conform to our more conservative dress code.

“Oops!” she snickered, hunching her shoulders and looking embarrassed. It wasn’t the fact her pussy was on display that embarrassed her, (THAT was one thing I knew for sure), but rather the fact she had forgotten her shorts and she knew how my mom felt about running around the house nude.

Kristen ran back up the stairs to recover her shorts while I finished describing our plans to our moms.

“And how old again did you say these boys were?” my mom asked. I repeated myself and she looked at her sister with a frown.

“So Linda, when are you going to teach your daughter about the pitfalls of fucking underage boys?” she said softly. I wasn’t entirely sure if she was just teasing or actually being serious.

“Oh Mary, lighten up,” my Aunt Linda responded, “Just be glad she didn’t invite the Gaylord twins!”

The boys she was referring to were twin fourteen year-olds who lived down the street from us. A bit young for me (I use to baby-sit for them when I was in high school but they were too young to even fantasize about back then), I wondered if she was joking or was she hinting that Kristen was doing them as well?

My mom started to object when her sister held up her hand to stop her saying, “Just kidding, gee whiz, lighten up girl!”

Even so, I had a suspicion she was just placating my mom. Hmmmmmm, I was going to have to ask Kristen about this later!

“Alright, but you have to promise to behave yourself,” my mom said to my aunt. “You know how it is with John’s work, we can’t have anything like that going on here.”

Now THAT comment I took seriously as it was one of the few times I had heard my mother express concern over any legal issues regarding sex and how that might affect my dad. Give my dad’s position as a senior partner in a large corporate law firm, it wouldn’t go over well if he was charged with endangering a minor by allowing a party where underage boys were being “entertained” by his sister-on- law!

We all knew this anyway so for her to repeat it showed a genuine concern by her which I knew needed to be taken seriously. Even Linda knew better than to even joke about it so she just accepted the comment and moved on. “Alright, I promise,” she said, almost like a kid promising to be good at a birthday party or something. Then she gave me a sly smile and said, “You girls sure you don’t want to do it at our house?”

“Linda!” my mom chided her. My aunt just grinned wickedly at her and laughed.

“God you’re easy today sis,” she laughed. “Let the girls have their fun. Us old women have to stick together. Besides, there’s always John.”

My mom just rolled her eyes at her sister. Sometimes Aunt Linda just didn’t seem to know when to quit. No wonder Kristen had exactly the same characteristic!

“Alright, go tell your dad,” my mom said as Kristen finally appeared behind me once again, this time with her shorts back on although if she leaned over it really didn’t matter all that much.

“Let me tell him!” Kristen giggled as the two of us went down the stairs to the basement where our family room was.

We had a formal living room upstairs but we rarely used it. There wasn’t even a TV in it. As a result we spent most of our time in the downstairs family room where my parents had matching Lay-z-Boy recliners, a couple of couches for me and whomever, all positioned around a big screen HDTV with a Bose surround sound system my father was enamored with.

My dad looked up from some papers from work he was reading as the two of approached. He lifted his reading glasses (a recent concession to his age which he was quite sensitive about) and grinned when he saw who it was.

“Well, how’s my two favorite girls doing today!” he greeted us. He was wearing an old pair of sweat shorts and a ragged T-shirt in deference to yet another hot weekend day this summer. He had papers lined up on a tables to one side of him, most of them in small print which I wouldn’t have understood even if I could read them.