April, Katie, Pops, and Sam
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7: Not MLB, MLF
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7: Not MLB, MLF - Katie is enjoying summer vacation at an Atlantic beach house with her boyfriend and fellow undergraduate Sam. Katie's host is the man she calls "Pops"—who helped raise her—and his voluptuous girlfriend April. Katie is fiercely loyal to Pops, and gleeful when she (and Sam) overhear April being thoroughly plowed in the other bedroom. Sam wants Katie to finally explain her history and her attachment to Pops. Then April comes by their room, and Katie wraps her up in a huge hug.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Hairy Size Nudism Illustrated
Skeptically, I inspected the old television.
“Pops, I can probably figure out the what did you call it, the VCR? But how can I buggy whip this antique into showing us baseball?”
“Let me see. I see an antenna out there pointed north towards Virginia. There should be another ... yeah, see that box? It’s a digital converter. That makes the signal into something this antique can display.” Pops powered up the TV and switched inputs. He continued looking around. “There’s a cardboard list here showing four stations in Norfolk.”
“Four stations? Like ABC, CBS, NBC, and, uh, Fox?”
“Exactly, Sam. Most of the country only had four choices. Fox is newer, there were only three networks for my parents. With cable, there were more networks like Cable News Network, that is, CNN. None of that for us, though.”
The picture slowly stabilized, and we tried all four stations. NBC had a game, but it was a “Florida series,” Miami vs. Tampa. Since a hurricane de-roofed the Rays’ home at Tropicana Field, the Marlins were playing them in a tiny (minor league) stadium in Tampa.
Pops made a disgusted noise. “Look at that grade ‘F’ cracker box they’re playing in. Are there more than four thousand fans there? I don’t think so. Baseball teams in Florida are blasphemy, an offense against the Almighty.”
However, the other three program choices were much worse, so I brought Pops a beer and we settled on the couch to watch morally questionable athletes.
During a commercial break, I asked, “Pops, our ladies are enjoying themselves with a couple of naked lesbians. Does any of that bother you?”
“Why should I be bothered? April is probably being taught some new techniques.”
I coughed. “New techniques?”
“Sam, when you and I are together, Katie’s with us too. That tends to limit my topics of conversation. In your eyes, Katie is a sexy and capable woman in her early 20s. I still see her 14-year-old face as she desperately clings to my arm. I cannot diminish her, but I also can’t easily talk about adult subjects. I’m still her Pops, and in a way she’s still my little girl.”
“So you don’t want to hear the details of our sex life?”
Pops shook his head while pinching his nose and keeping his eyes squeezed shut.