Baker Family Fun
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Chapter 3: Moving Home
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Moving Home - Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Aunt Nephew Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism Slow
Before we got back in the car for the drive back to our apartment, Em and I did a quick rock-paper-scissors, which I lost. So, during the drive, the burden was on me to ask the questions we both wanted answers for.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure. What?”
“You and Harry Lincoln?” I saw her eyes cut to me briefly before returning to the road. At the same time, a hint of a smile played across her lips. I kept going.
“You seemed, um, really affectionate. And Mrs. L—I mean, Beth—she was grinning at the both of you, like she didn’t mind that you were kissing.”
Cautious, neutral: “Mike, you know we were neighbors since the four of you were small and playing together. I’m sure you remember when Henry’s mother would be babysitting your four and we’d be over with the Lincolns. Or Paul’s grandma would be babysitting you four at the Lincoln’s, and Beth and Harry would be over at our house with us.”
“Sure, I remember,” I laughed. “The next morning Em and I would come into our living room and pick our way through the liquor bottles, beer cans, and overflowing ashtrays.”
“Don’t forget,” snarked Emma, “when the floor lamp had a bra and panty set hanging off the lampshade.”
Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry and ended up being a little of both. “You little shits! That’s not true! I should put you out of this car and make you walk home!”
Emma tried to calm Mom down, but she added an evil little twist. “Yeah, they cleaned up all those things when they quit for the night, except for that long and greasy balloon thing I found in the sofa.”
I was watching Mom’s face and saw a horrified expression flit across her face before she caught on that Em was teasing her. I gave Em points for being audacious, but Mom’s reaction was suggesting to me something I never imagined before.
Dad always joked that he rescued baby Mike from a pack of coyotes, but by high school I fully understood that sex was involved then in creating me and sex was still going on with them. Tiny apartment, remember? But Ellie Baker in bed with Harry Lincoln? With the formerly pudgy Harry Lincoln? Today, Beth was calmly watching them kiss. Knowingly? Approvingly, even?
Did DAD know about this? Oh, fuck! I chanced a brief look back at my sister. If anything, Em seemed more curious than upset. She was willing to put off a conversation with me until later. So I sagged into the seat and looked out the side window without seeing much, just lost in thought.
We walked into our apartment’s kitchen, and Mom took my arm and folded me into a side hug.
“Mike, don’t fret. There’s nothing for you to be upset or worried about.” She released me and smiled. “Go wash your hands and help me with getting dinner ready.”
I left some of my dinner uneaten (unusual for me) and mostly kept quiet. Mom was probably aware of my discomfort but decided not to say anything else to me this evening. After dishes, the three of them were in the living room watching a movie while I stayed in the kitchen doing schoolwork. I could have done it on another evening, but I needed to distract myself.
Later, Mom and Dad were in bed, and I was tossing and turning out on the air mattress. When Emma slipped out of her bedroom, I wasn’t really surprised. She gestured to the kitchen, and when I joined her, she had only turned on the small light over the stove’s ventilation hood.
Em began with, “So what did you think of Paulandora?” She used our childhood name for the pair. “Paul’s changed so much that I can hardly remember the boy he used to be. He’s really ripped, but some of that gentle sweetness is still there in him. I know he’s tall, but I think Dora looks up to him for other reasons. What did you think of Dora?”
“Are you kidding? She’s like a model, except also athletic. I expect when we enroll in their high school we will learn she has one full boyfriend and a couple or more alternates waiting in the wings hoping for a chance with her.”
“Would one of those alternates be YOU, Mike?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. There’s got to be at least thirty other guys in that school more impressive than I am.”
Em sighed. “Michael, don’t make me mad. You are very handsome. Dora’s seeing the same changes in you that you’ve seen in her. And you have lots of good qualities that most guys your age lack. You two are going to have so much fun reconnecting; I guarantee it.”
“I hope you’re right. I never expected someone like Dora would have any interest in me.”
“You see, there’s one good point: you’re not all vain and self-important. Most girls don’t like that. I promise, Dora and I definitely dislike that stuff. Now, what else is eating you? Is it Mom?”
“Yeah. Mom and Harry Lincoln. You know Dad loves her. What if he finds out?”
“Mike, I’m surprised at you. It’s usually girls who have this rigid ideal of romance and perfect lifetime love. I’m beginning to think that Dad probably knows about Harry, and perhaps Mom knows about Beth and Dad. I’m not saying Mom and Dad are having sex with the Lincolns because I just don’t know.”
“But, do you think it’s possible?” I asked. By this point, I felt disconnected from reality. I’d never considered the idea that my parents could have other partners, uh, bed partners.
Em continued, “I’ve come across stories suggesting it’s common, or maybe even predictable, for someone to step outside of a twenty-year marriage. About Mom and Dad? I don’t know. I think because you haven’t yet had any experience, you can’t imagine how sex can become a casual thing among consenting adults.”
I snorted. “Experience? Haven’t, and won’t. Maybe when I’m 25 or 30.”
“Shit, brother, why would you say that? No, never mind, you’re proving my point. It’s difficult for you to appreciate or accept, but some people are very casual, even when they are in a close, steady relationship. I’m sorry, I’m lecturing you. Just ask yourself, are Mom and Dad happy together? If you see that is true, and it is, then you are worrying for nothing.”
“I guess.”
“Every day you show me how much you care. Girls who learn that about you will drop their drawers for you, I promise. Good night, brother.”
Em kissed me on the forehead and left me in the dim kitchen with my thoughts.
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