Chapter 9: Shocking Communications

Joan and I left the swinger’s party about one-thirty a.m. We found Doug, Penny, and Misty naked, smelling like sex, and asleep in a puppy pile in my large bed, so Joan and I took over her bed and went right to sleep.

We’d agreed on the way home not to mention about Brad and Marjorie since they were coming over later. I told the teens that I’d had an idea and contacted them about coming for a cookout. Misty thought that was good idea. No connection to the party had been suspected.

After rising Sunday morning, we had a leisurely breakfast and told of some of the activities that had transpired the night before. They already knew sex was involved, and seemed pleased to learn it was nothing too kinky. After all, they’d fucked until they dropped the night before, too. I was interested in what Joan had been up to at the party, too.

Brad and Marjorie arrived right at six o’clock. We welcomed them warmly, but the two of them were somewhat muted in their response and obviously on tenterhooks about how the evening would play out between them and their daughter.

Misty and Penny were very solicitous about serving them drinks and hors d’oeuvres while I grilled nearby. Most of the opening conversation was about school activities and the fall sports program.

Marjorie was surprised to see the girls interacting so amicably with Doug. There were no snide comments, and even some affectionate touching between the three. If anything, she was kind of puzzled by the lack of animosity between the erstwhile stepbrother and stepsisters.

We ate outside at my picnic table, and even shared some of the wine with the teens. They took the alcohol in stride. It wasn’t the first time at my table that they’d had a drink. The steaks and chicken were well received and the side dishes were great.

After dinner, I suggested we quickly shuttle the excess food to the kitchen, not worry about cleanup too much, and then continue our ‘talk’ back around the picnic table. We asked the teens to join us, and they did. The sun had set; the air was calm and soft; and I thought the outside atmosphere more conducive to conversation and discussion ... and revelations.

After everyone had a drink of choice and the pie Misty and Penny had made was gone, I nodded at Marjorie.

Marjorie took a big gulp of air and sat up straight. She swallowed really hard a couple of times. And slowly, all attention at the table turned to her. Joan, of course, had been cued in on where to shift her focus and the others followed but with puzzled expressions as to the focal point.

Marjorie said, “Misty, Matt told me that you knew where he and Joan went last night.”

Misty nodded, “Yes, a costume party. He was the Phantom of the Opera, and Joan was a sexy Little Red Riding Hood. I wish we could have gone.” I wondered whether Misty suspected what was coming and wanted to get her oar in the water. Also, by not mentioning it was a swingers’ party, she was essentially forcing her mother to correct her.

Marjorie said bluntly, “Your father and I were at the same party. We saw Matt and Joan there, too. We’ve been going to parties like that for about five years.”

A very long silence ensued. I sure wasn’t going to say anything, and neither was Joan. Penny and Doug glanced at me and as expected they wisely kept their mouths shut, but looked to Misty for a response. Misty waited to see whether there was more. She caught my eye and I winked at her.

Misty didn’t react to my wink and asked her mother in a neutral way, “Did you and Matt make love?”

Marjorie nodded. “We did. Twice, in fact. It was very nice. We like each other a lot more than we did when we first met last Tuesday.” She gave off a weak smile and glanced at me. “Your dad and Joan also made love.” She glanced at Brad and then Joan. Brad was nodding but looked grim.

Misty nodded. “Thank you for sharing. I know that must have been hard for you to tell me that because sex has been such a forbidden and unwelcome topic in all of our conversations. I learned early on that I shouldn’t bring up anything related to that topic, even as innocent questions. Things are different here; we talk about everything.”

I hoped that Brad or Marjorie weren’t upset with Misty’s reference to the open conversations we had.

Marjorie quietly said, “Do you have any questions for us? Matt told me they’d leave us alone if you wish to talk in private.”

Misty actually laughed, “Yes, about a billion questions, and I don’t need to be alone. There are no secrets in this household.” She looked at me as she said the last statement. I smiled and tried to look supportive, just as a surrogate father should.

I knew when I challenged Marjorie the night before that it was likely that the crisscross of relationships in this household would also be revealed.

I said in a tone of revelation, “Misty, you may explain that statement to your parents. They should know everything about what’s going on here.”

Misty smiled and I waited for the bomb to drop.

Misty weighed how to tell them the myriad of secrets we were keeping. I was thinking this discussion was about mutually assured destruction if any of this got out in public.

Misty said mostly to her mother, but also glanced at her father, “I also need to tell you a few things in steps, so please let me speak. I’ll tell you when the revelations are complete.” I could almost see the computer in her head organizing the material to present in a logical way.

Brad and Marjorie sat forward in their seats.

Misty said, “First, Doug is my boyfriend and we make love frequently. We have for a while, and if I say so myself, we’re getting very good at it. We’ve done a few kinky things, but nothing too outrageous, and certainly nothing public.”

Marjorie started to speak, but Misty held her hand up in a stop gesture and loudly said, “Not yet!” Marjorie’s mouth slammed shut.

“Second, I also have a much older sapphic relationship with Penny. We love each other very much and sometimes express that sexually with each other. We truly love each other and are each other’s best friend in many ways. The two of us think alike and love the same things.”

“Third, I also have a loving relationship with Matt. He and I make love almost daily, and I am enthralled with him and our love affair. Yes, I know he is older, but I assure you he is in no way taking advantage of me. If anything, the converse is true. I almost resorted to terror to seduce him.”

Marjorie’s head jerked to look at me, but I maintained my calm and confident exterior. Inside, however, I was struggling to hold it together, wondering where things would end up. Maybe Misty would disappear that night never to return to our abode.

Misty made eye contact with me and I nodded for her to continue. “Fourth, Matt and Penny also have a loving relationship, just like the one he and I have. We are usually a beautiful threesome. We love each other and want to be together all the time.”

Misty turned to Joan. “My quasi-step mom and I also have an emerging sapphic relationship, mostly at my instigation. She’s a beautiful woman inside and out, and is a great role model. My love for her grows daily, and I am glad we are seeing the many dimensions in our relationship.

“Joan has a long-standing intimate relationship with her son, Doug. They also love each other, but willingly share themselves beyond that with us. Of course, she and Matt also have an intimate relationship, as you probably guessed since they went to your swingers’ party together.”

Misty thought a minute, “Oh, to close the loop, Penny and Doug have a sexual relationship, too. She’s also his girlfriend. I wanted her to be part of the great relationship that he and I were developing.

“We practice safe sex and none of us are planning on getting pregnant for at least a decade or more. Until last night when Joan and Matt went to the party, none of us were active outside of our extended family. We often enjoy sex together as a group, but based on what Matt told us about the party, a fair bit of that happened last night, too. I was pleased to hear that everybody at the party had to show up with recent STD tests. Thank you for that.”

I saw both Brad and Marjorie nod in agreement with her supposition. They both had that ‘deer in the headlights’ look about them.

Misty continued, “While you were at your party, Doug, Penny, and I had our own sex party here – a beautiful and very hot threesome with more orgasms than there are stars in the sky. We didn’t do much more than you probably did, but I really enjoyed the sensations, excitement, and the release of the sex we shared. In case you can’t tell, I love engaging in sex. I believe I verge on hypersexuality – I’m a nymphomaniac of sorts, and I love it. We have it contained to this household.”

There was a long silence in the air. Brad and Marjorie had hung on every word Misty said.

Misty finally repeated the same line Marjorie had used, “I’m through with my statement and our family’s revelations, other than to hope you treat what I told you as confidential; none of that is to be discussed outside this room and discussion should be limited to the people who are here. Do you have any questions for us?”

Marjorie sat back as though someone had punched her. Eventually, she turned to me and said, “Is that all true?”

I nodded. “Yes. We keep it very private for obvious reasons. My relationship with Joan developed out a need we both had to create an outside image that we were more interested in each other than with our children. Things developed from there, and Misty insisted on being part of our extended family.”

Brad rocked back in his chair and said, “Wow! What a shock. Looks like we all have been playing around the edges of dangerous shadow lives. Also, my innocent little girl isn’t as innocent as I thought.” He did smile at Misty in a nice way.

Marjorie turned to Penny, “And you’re all right with all of this?”

Penny laughed slightly, “I kind of created it. The relationship with my father was my idea. He took a while to seduce, but I read on the Internet and got some techniques and ideas about how to do that and they worked.”

I shrugged when they looked at me. They turned to Joan.

Joan laughed. She said, “I admit I was the cougar when it came to seducing my son. He’s so manly and I was so needy, I just couldn’t resist. I feel blessed that he also likes Misty and Penny, and that they like me.”

Doug quickly said with a slight smirk, “And I didn’t resist at all. I thought and I still think it’s the greatest thing to ever happen in my life.”

Penny said firmly, “No one is being taken advantage of here. There’s no duress or pressure being applied to those of us underage to have sex with the adults. We really are free agents. We chose to do that, even insisted on it, and are joyful and excited about it and want it to continue indefinitely. Matt verifies with us almost daily that we’re still happy with what is going on in our relationships, and constantly offers us an easy out of the sex or any part of the relationships we have, if we want. None of us teens want this to end. We’re in it forever, as far as we know.”

Misty added, “I recently discovered the term polyamory. I think that describes what the five of us have created. We’re an incestuous polyamorous family. Unfortunately, we have to hide it because of the incest and because three of us are underage as the state defines it. We think like adults and have adult outlooks. We are not about to flaunt our way of life or create scenes that would bring down the Hellhounds from Hades on this developing family – or on yours.

“Just so you know, even while I have questions about what you’ve been doing, I have no intention of discussing such things with anybody not sitting here tonight. If asked, I know NOTHING! I’m just a naïve and innocent fifteen-year-old teenager who has been deprived of any kind of sexual education and hasn’t been curious enough to read erotic stories or watch porn on the Internet to supplement her education.”

I had never been more impressed with Misty than I was in that moment. She’d not only laid out exactly what we had going on in our family, but also dealt with her parents in an adult manner to ensure that nothing further was revealed to any outsiders.

Marjorie asked in a quiet tone, “Where do you sleep?”