Abbott – Adler
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 1: Friday Evening
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1: Friday Evening - Two families share an unconventional household bound by trust. Four parents, four kids, all over 18, all nudists. When Penny, a friend of their sons, is discovered secretly living in the backyard pool house after being thrown out by her mother’s abusive husband, the families rally around her. Their loyalty ignites a fight for justice—and begins to heal wounds within the household itself.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Crime Rags To Riches Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Small Breasts Nudism
ED ABBOTT
I blew out a breath and shifted my pickup truck into “Park.” Friday nights were always exhausting. This one had been no different. Eve’s Audi was in its spot, and so was the van. At least dinner would likely be ready soon.
Tiredly, I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes for a moment, then unlatched the truck’s door and stepped out holding the handle of my lunch pail, marked with my name. My greasy coveralls reeked of diesel fuel and exhaust fumes, as usual.
Irritated, I saw that the weeds were growing too tall along the sides of the house and reminded myself to make my son take care of them. I climbed the five worn steps up to the veranda and walked into the kitchen.
“Hello, ladies. Dinner’s coming?”
Eve told me, “That’s right, Ed, chicken and biscuits. Forty minutes, I think.”
My wife spoke without looking up, while Fran smiled at me and prepared the biscuits with her flour-covered hands. Both women were wearing only aprons as they worked on the meal. I smiled back and left my lunch pail on the kitchen counter.
Blake Adler, Fran’s husband, must have been busy in his office at the back of the house, finishing up his day’s legal work.
I opened the fridge, taking out my one permitted after-work beer. I sat at the kitchen table and watched the women work on dinner. I suppose it would be more equitable if the two husbands, Blake and me, made some evening meals. However, questions of digestibility overran other concerns.
Our century-old farmhouse featured a large kitchen with ample space. We’d installed modern, high-quality appliances, including a huge refrigerator for all eight of us.
Now that I’d beered myself, I dropped the bottle in the bin and slowly climbed the back stairs.
I passed my daughter Jan sitting at the long table on the second-floor landing. She was doing her homework, and next to her was Dawn—Fran and Blake’s daughter. She was keyboarding some sort of project on the PC. Both of them were naked.
“You two are doing homework on a Friday night? How can this be?”
“Daddy, we want to borrow your truck tonight.”
“Jan, I’ll need my sports bra when we go out. Did you take it?” Dawn asked.
“No, Dad, tell her I didn’t.”
“Dawn, it’s on top of the dryer,” I chuckled. “I found it in the washing machine. It’s the same size you’ve worn ever since you came out as trans—ever since you became our family’s other daughter.”
Dawn smiled. “Jan, I really love your dad. He’s so sweet and understanding.”
“He is, actually. We would hug you, but you smell like a truck stop. Rain check?”
“Of course. Downstairs, they tell me it’s forty minutes to chicken. I’ll be all perfumed then.”
“I can hardly wait, Ed.” Dawn smiled at me, winningly. I took a breath. Those two girls ... they really were my daughters.
“You’re actually going to the movies, right?”
“Yes, father.”
“Yeah, well, happy homework.”
I left them and walked into our bedroom to undress. Leaving the coverall in the hamper, I started the shower.
For a little while longer, I lived with two daughters, not just Jan. College loomed on their horizons. The same for our two sons. I reflected on that while the elderly pipes struggled to heat up.
I stepped under the spray and washed myself with my gritty bar of manly soap. I ignored my wife’s flowery body wash, which couldn’t cope with my day’s work on diesel engines.
What was crazy? Some weeks, I took home more money fixing trucks than Blake did for his legal work. Go figure. However, Eve made decent money as an office manager, so our blended family had a good income and supported Fran’s ability to be a homemaker for our four kids.
Soon, we would send all four of them away to college. Our Jan and Bill (Abbott), and their Dawn and Ben (Adler). I hadn’t seen either boy yet tonight, but I was sure the odor of chicken would cause them to magically appear.
I guessed the boys were in the pool back behind the house.
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